Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

This statement came out.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then a chill ran through them.

Wang Hu swallowed hard and looked at Tang Long: "Captain Tang, are you talking about the giant zombie in the supermarket, the one who caused this?"

"Maybe it's him, or maybe it's that cocoon of flesh in the supermarket basement." Tang Long shook his head. "Anyway, I really can't think of anything else besides that group of zombies."

"Moreover, the roads to the supermarket have become increasingly difficult to travel during this period."

"It's hard not to suspect that they weren't behind this."

"So, this is retaliation against us? We cut off its supply lines, and it cut off our water supply." Su Yan hesitated, "But if it's retaliation, why not just summon a horde of zombies and come after us?"

"Maybe it's because our priority isn't that high!" Tang Long thought for a moment and replied.

Su Yan was taken aback, but then she heard Tang Long continue.

"Actually, the first time we explored the supermarket, we were almost caught up by zombies when we were retreating."

Wang Hu chimed in, "That's right! Dr. Su, you were unconscious at the time, so you didn't know how dangerous the situation was."

"We'd run out of bullets and Molotov cocktails! But the zombies would chase us for half the distance, then suddenly stop. Isn't that strange?"

"Otherwise, just that one time, we'd probably all be finished!"

Tang Long nodded: "So! My idea is that, from their perspective, hatching the unknown creature inside the cocoon is the most important thing."

"Just like when an animal gives birth, it's the most vulnerable time, and the mother will hide and stay safe!"

"When we killed zombies outside, it was like cutting off the flesh that the zombies were saving for winter, so of course they wanted revenge."

"But as long as its lair isn't threatened, it won't swarm out and fight us to the death."

"That's why it stopped sending zombies after we ran a certain distance last time."

Su Yan frowned: "If that's the case, then isn't this zombie's intelligence a bit too exaggerated?"

"They all know how to weigh the pros and cons and have started using underhanded tactics."

"I'm afraid that once the creature inside the cocoon hatches, it will come after us immediately."

"That's really outrageous!" Tang Long nodded. "But I suspect that this kind of situation will likely become more frequent in the future."

Everyone was stunned.

Tang Long explained, "Before the apocalypse, some animals possessed the intelligence of a 5-6 year old human."

"After the apocalypse! Maybe the zombies will evolve brains that are smarter than humans."

"At least, that meat cocoon in the supermarket was very strange and weird."

"If he can control zombies, then can he also read the memories of zombies when they were human, and thus learn from them?"

Everyone's hearts sank; Tang Long's words were not impossible.

However, this makes the level of terror and potential of the zombies even more challenging than previously thought.

At least, Su Yan simply couldn't imagine it.

What would it be like if zombies wore bulletproof vests and were shooting at humans with AKs?

Just thinking about it is terrifying!

"Don't overthink it," Tang Long said, shaking his head as he looked at the group's furrowed brows.

"At least for now, most zombies are still moving around on instinct."

Wang Hu, being an optimist, echoed this sentiment.

"That's right! Zombies can evolve, and so can we."

"Isn't Dr. Su a perfect example?"

The group exchanged glances, nodded, and relaxed slightly.

Seeing this, Tang Long spoke up directly.

"Alright! Let's go back first, this isn't the place to talk."

"yes!"

"......"

An hour later.

After dinner at the police station.

Everyone was busy with their own things, but it was easy to see that everyone seemed somewhat restless.

For example, Wang Hu stood by the window, smoking one cigarette after another.

When Xiaolin and Xiaozhao, the nurses, were washing dishes, they no longer filled the bowls with water as they had before.

Luo Yongchao was cleaning the gun, but he had to repeat a simple disassembly action three times before he succeeded.

Even Su Yan sat blankly on the sofa, no longer studying the mycelium brought from outside as usual.

Tang Long frowned and sighed inwardly.

It seems...

The news of water pollution has put a lot of pressure on people.

Tang Long thought for a moment and then tapped on the table.

"Come here, everyone, let's have a meeting."

Everyone put down what they were holding and gathered around.

Tang Long pursed his lips and spoke.

"I believe everyone is aware of the news that the water source has been polluted."

"As for the reason, everyone knows it. The monster in the supermarket treats us like rats in a cage. It wants to trap us, let us die of thirst... or it's just a way to teach us a lesson."

"Our reserves will only last three days; after that, we'll have to search for water house by house!"

"Unless we can find clean and renewable water resources, this situation will likely continue for a long time."

Tang Long paused, his gaze sharpening.

"But none of that matters! The crucial thing is, we can no longer sit idly by and wait to die!"

"It's dragging us along now, which is very likely because the fleshy cocoon is about to hatch."

"We must kill it before the cocoon hatches! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

His resolute words, carrying a bloodthirsty murderous intent, sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"I agree!" Wang Hu stood up, frowning. "But, Captain Tang! With just us, I'm afraid we won't even be able to get into the underground hideout inside the supermarket."

"Not to mention the enormous 'Butcher' zombie guarding the cocoon."

"We can't even get past the thousands of ordinary zombies on the outer perimeter!"

Tang Long nodded: "So my plan is to 'feint to the east while attacking in the west, then strike straight at the heart of the enemy'!"

"Among them, some people..." he was about to explain.

But just then...

An excited voice suddenly came from the direction of the worktable in the corner.

"Hahaha! It's done! It's done!"

Everyone was startled and turned their heads in unison.

Chen Ming, with his messy, bird's-nest-like hair and sunken eyes, ran over.

He gave Tang Long a clumsy salute: "Reporting, sir, your trash can talk now!"

Tang Long was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and his eyes lit up slightly.

"You mean, the drone is fixed?"

"Of course! Don't you know who I am?!" Chen Ming puffed out his chest, looking smug and irritating.

Tang Long's lips twitched: "Take me there and have a look."

The group arrived at the worktable.

It was called a work table, but it was really just a table that Tang Long and his group got from a nearby residential building.

It was covered with all sorts of wires and repair tools, looking quite messy.

In the very center of the worktable, there is a repaired drone.

The fuselage was covered with scratches and repaired solder joints. The blades of several propellers looked like they were salvaged from old fans of different models and were of varying lengths, making them look somewhat comical.

The outer shell was reinforced with metal sheets and strong tape that I don’t know where it came from, and it was mottled.

This image is far from "high-tech equipment" and looks more like the work of a wasteland junkyard worker.

Wang Hu was shocked, pointing at the drone: "Are you sure this piece of junk... can still work?"

"Junk?" Chen Ming glared at the other person like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "What do you know! This is called making use of waste!"

"Moreover, I not only restored the drone's flight capabilities, but also discovered some crucial information from the damaged data core!"

Chen Ming connected the tablet to the drone, and a blurry but still recognizable infrared image appeared on the screen.

These are images of the supermarket interior taken before the drone was destroyed.

"Look here," Chen Ming pointed to the huge cocoon on the screen, "its every breath, the faint glow of the mycelium on its body, is synchronized with the rhythm of all the zombies around it, including that butcher, whether they are stiff or moving. There is a specific resonant frequency."

"I think it must be the method by which the flesh cocoon controls the horde of zombies, a unique bioelectric signal."

Wang Hu's eyes widened, and he pressed his face against it.

He scratched his head, looking at Chen Ming with a puzzled expression: "No! What are you talking about, resonance frequency? I can't see it at all!"

Chen Ming rolled his eyes and said with a smug look on his face.

"Of course you can't see it! How could the world seen by a genius be the same as that seen by an ordinary person!"

Just because you can't tell doesn't mean I can't.

"Mortal...hehe~~"

Wang Hu's expression froze, he gritted his teeth, and felt his fist harden.