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

Everyone was stunned.

Then they all turned to look at Liu Qiang, their faces filled with doubt.

"It's done!" Liu Qiang nodded slightly, walked to the military backpack placed against the wall, squatted down and unzipped it.

Then, Liu Qiang took out a flat cube that was wrapped tightly with multiple layers of waterproof tarpaulin and electrical tape.

"What is this?" Wang Hu couldn't help but ask.

"Explosives!" Liu Qiang said calmly, walking to the table and gently placing the block down.

The cube landed on the table with a dull "thud," clearly indicating its considerable weight.

Wang Hu was startled and shrank back.

"Holy crap! Are you out of your mind?! Aren't you afraid of it blowing up?" he couldn't help but curse.

The others also took two steps back, still feeling lingering fear.

Only Su Yan looked at Tang Long with surprise: "Officer Tang... Officer Tang! Is this thing meant to deal with that fleshy cocoon in the supermarket basement?"

Tang Long nodded: "That's right! I thought about it right away. Ordinary bullets won't be able to deal with the Butcher, so they probably won't be very effective against the Meat Cocoon either."

"And we don't have any other heavy firepower."

"Therefore, Liu Qiang was instructed to prepare explosives in advance."

As he spoke, he looked at Liu Qiang and asked, "How's the power?"

Liu Qiang replied, "It shouldn't be a big problem to use it to blow up that meat cocoon in the supermarket's nest."

He paused.

"In addition, the improvement to the dye flask was also successful."

As he spoke, he took out several bottles wrapped in old newspapers and rags from his bag and placed them on the table.

Liu Qiang picked up one of them, peeled back a bit of newspaper, revealing a bottle filled with a sticky, dark gel-like substance.

"These past few days, besides looking for raw materials to make explosives, I've been out looking for them too!"

"I also found some thickened engine oil, half a barrel of industrial glue, and some phosphorus powder salvaged from an old fluorescent tube."

"I mixed them in a certain proportion! Now the Molotov cocktails are much stickier than before. Once ignited, they'll stick firmly to the target and continue burning, reaching temperatures high enough to burn through thin sheet metal! The power has increased at least threefold!"

Wang Hu leaned closer, carefully took a bottle from Liu Qiang's hand, weighed it in his hand, and examined the viscous, dark contents closely. He clicked his tongue and said, "Not bad, Lao Liu, you're always up to something big! Making explosives and improving Molotov cocktails!"

"Is this the thing you threw in the alley earlier?"

"I was thinking, how come the power of the Molotov cocktail suddenly increased so much!"

Liu Qiang nodded: "That's right! This is it."

"However, this thing isn't without its flaws!"

"In order to maximize power, the burning time is not as long as before! In addition, the impact force at the moment of explosion is greater, so you need to be more accurate and careful when throwing."

"How much did you do?" Tang Long asked.

"Raw materials were limited, and time was tight, so we only made six," Liu Qiang continued. "One was used in the alley! Now we only have five left."

"Five!" Tang Long repeated, his gaze falling on the five inconspicuous bottles.

"That's enough!"

He muttered to himself, walked to the map, and looked at the crowd.

"When we cleared the perimeter, they retaliated with water supply—this precisely demonstrates that our 'cut off food' plan was effective; it hurt, and it panicked."

"Right now, it wants to keep us bogged down in the water issue, exhausting us until what's inside its cocoon hatches, then crushing us with overwhelming power. A very clever instinct, a very efficient strategy."

"But we're not without a chance. We have explosives, drones that can disrupt zombies, and newly improved Molotov cocktails! We're not without a chance!"

"Therefore, we cannot wait! Nor can we follow its script."

"I plan to strike first!"

Wang Hu licked his chapped lips, his eyes fierce: "It should have been done a long time ago! Captain Tang, tell me, how are we going to fight? I've been holding back my anger for ages!"

Tang Long nodded.

"My plan remains the same: 'Feint to the east while attacking in the west, strike straight at the heart of the enemy'."

He paused.

My finger suddenly jabbed at the side and back of the supermarket on the map, where there was a relatively open parking area.

"Here. Tomorrow morning, Liu Qiang, Luo Yongchao, and Wang Hu, the three of you will form an assault team, carrying most of the Molotov cocktails and ammunition. Create the biggest commotion from here, a feint attack, to draw the attention of the main zombie horde, especially the Butcher."

"We must strike hard and decisively, so that they realize this is the main direction of our attack."

He swiped his finger to move towards the supermarket's main entrance, where the buildings were relatively dense and the streets were narrow.

"Chen Ming, you take the drone and form an infiltration team with me and Su Yan."

"Once the assault team leads the horde of zombies to the parking lot, we'll sneak in from the front."

"Su Yan is responsible for issuing warnings and avoiding patrolling zombies, Chen Ming uses drones to clear the way and disrupt sporadic zombies along the route, and I deliver explosives to the door."

"at last...."

Tang Long drew his police bayonet from his waist and plunged it fiercely into the core area representing the fleshy cocoon.

"—Find it, blow it up."

The plan was simple, even crude.

However, simplicity often means fewer variables and higher execution requirements.

"The risks are huge," Liu Qiang suddenly said. "The pressure the assault team will face will be unimaginable. Once they're surrounded..."

"So your mission isn't to fight to the death, it's to stalemate and create chaos." Tang Long looked at him: "Use vehicles as cover, use Molotov cocktails to create fire barriers, and use the communicator Chen Ming gave you to contact each other."

"In short, holding them off is victory."

"Once we succeed, or we receive a signal from the communicator that we've failed..." He paused, his eyes darkening, "you all immediately retreat along the predetermined route. Don't worry about us."

The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

The retreat route had been scouted beforehand, but everyone knew that if the infiltration team failed, it was uncertain whether the assault team could retreat successfully under those circumstances.

However, if the assault team retreats prematurely, the infiltration team will be completely isolated and helpless.

It can be said that this was a high-stakes gamble where each person entrusted their back to the other.

"Alright." Tang Long clapped his hands, his voice echoing in the silence.

"Listen up, everyone! Assault team, Liu Qiang, Luo Yongchao, Wang Hu, your mission is to use Molotov cocktails to create chaos, stretch space, and make as much noise as possible."

"The infiltration team consists of me, Su Yan, and Chen Ming. Our objective is clear, and we must act quickly and covertly."

He looked around at each face and took a deep breath.

"Tonight, one last check of all the equipment, then a good meal, a good rest, and plenty of energy!"

"Tomorrow, there will be no testing, no turning back."

"Either we blow up its lair, or..."

Tang Long's voice lowered, but it carried a hint of unwavering determination: "Let us become the echoes of the last explosions in this dead city."