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

Tang Long also noticed the unusual activity in the distance.

He made a quick decision and shouted at the crowd.

"Everyone! Get to the cafeteria! Quickly!"

Zhao Fan also realized what was happening and immediately helped to give instructions.

"That's right! Go back quickly, it's not safe outside."

However...

These words did not seem to have much effect.

For someone who has been hungry for several days, the temptation of food has long since overwhelmed everything else.

"Food!"

"Give me!"

The crowd jostled and pushed their way forward.

The target was clear: the open train carriage!

Some of the boys who were running at the front had even reached the front of the car.

Chen Ming's face turned pale, and he subconsciously raised the Type 92 pistol in his hand, but his wrist was trembling slightly.

"You...don't come any closer! Back off!"

His shouts sounded weak and feeble amidst the noisy crowd, like a cat with its fur standing on end, utterly intimidating.

A fierce glint flashed in Liu Qiang's eyes, and his finger instantly gripped the trigger of the Type 95 rifle, about to fire a warning shot.

Just then!

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard, but it wasn't a gunshot.

A dark shadow, like a cheetah hunting its prey, suddenly sprang up from the side of the armored vehicle!

It's Tang Long.

He didn't fire. Instead, he straightened his right leg like a steel whip and delivered a standard police side kick, with a sharp, tearing air pressure, slamming it into the chest of the fastest and most muscular boy.

"Snap—!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking could be clearly heard amidst the chaos, even drowning out the noise of the crowd.

The greed and madness on the burly boy's face froze instantly. His eyes bulged out, and before he could even let out a scream, he was thrown backward as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding car!

His heavy body transformed into a human-shaped cannonball, crashing heavily into the crowd behind him.

"Splash! Splash!"

A series of thuds followed, and the people he knocked down fell like dominoes, with screams and groans rising and falling in waves.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All the forward-moving steps seemed to be frozen in place, as if struck by a spell.

All eyes were on Tang Long.

Tang Long remained expressionless as he slowly drew his Type 92 pistol from the holster on his thigh, raised it, and aimed it at the sky.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of gunfire finally rang out, echoing through the deathly silent campus.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Now, can you understand human speech?"

Tang Long's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.

This time, no one dared to make any further moves.

"Everyone, get into the cafeteria." Tang Long pointed his gun at the cafeteria door.

"If anyone dares to cause trouble again, the next shot will smash their head in."

The crowd, like a flock of sheep being driven, began to shrink back in fear.

The allure of food is instantly suppressed in the face of absolute violence.

Tang Long gave Liu Qiang and Chen Ming a wink.

"Let's go! Drive the car in first."

boom!

Fortunately, the cafeteria's entrance was wide enough that the two cars could just barely fit at the roof level and drive in one after the other.

As the last of the survivors poured in.

bang-

The heavy roller shutter was suddenly pulled down, completely severing the last ray of gray light from the outside world.

The cafeteria was plunged into a brief period of darkness and panic.

Immediately afterwards, there were a few crisp "click" sounds.

The tactical spotlights of the armored personnel carrier suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

Tang Long stood on the roof of the armored personnel carrier, looking down at the dozens of survivors below.

"Now, distribute the food."

"If you want to live, you have to follow my rules."

……

After half an hour.

Inside the cafeteria, steam rose.

Unlike the previous deathly silence, the air was now filled with a long-lost aroma of food. Although it was just simple white rice porridge and boiled potatoes, it gave the place a renewed sense of "humanity".

Suppressed sobs could be heard from every corner.

Countless people held bowls of steaming rice porridge, wolfing it down while tears streamed down their faces.

In the apocalypse, a bowl of porridge or a meal is enough to break down any strength.

Chen Ming leaned against the wall, watching the scene. He pursed his lips and muttered to Liu Qiang beside him, "Is it really necessary? There's not even a drop of oil, let alone any meat."

"This rice porridge, which tastes like boiled cabbage stalks, tastes like a delicacy."

Liu Qiang glanced at him and said irritably, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."

"Don't forget, we've only been eating our fill for a few days now!"

"If it weren't for Captain Tang, what would be the difference between us and the people below?"

"..."

Tang Long stood not far away, too lazy to pay attention to the bickering of these two clowns. His gaze, like a searchlight, carefully observed everyone in the cafeteria, memorizing their expressions, physiques, and mental states.

At this moment, Zhao Fan, who had finished eating and even licked his bowl clean, walked over with several teachers and student leaders who looked like the original core members of the team.

"Officer Tang." Zhao Fan's attitude had completely changed, now carrying a hint of respect and obsequiousness. "My name is Zhao Fan, student council president. This is Teacher Zhang, our previous team leader..."

He took the initiative to introduce the people around him, very consciously assuming the role of a subordinate.

Tang Long nodded, which was considered a greeting.

Zhao Fan rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously, "Officer Tang, when...when can we go to that base you mentioned?"

He couldn't wait to leave this awful place.

"No rush." ​​Tang Long shook his head.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

Tang Long saw through their thoughts and said directly, "There's another mission before we go to the base."

"Chen Ming, you speak."

Chen Ming, whose name was called, immediately perked up and cleared his throat: "There is a batch of equipment I need in the school's laboratory building, mainly a spectrometer, a high-precision centrifuge, and some servers."

"We need people to load them onto the truck."

Upon hearing that they were going to the laboratory building and would have to move things, the expressions on the faces of the group immediately turned somewhat troubled and fearful.

"Um, Officer Tang..." Zhao Fan swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "There are quite a few zombies in that building, and we..."

Tang Long had already guessed what the other party wanted to say.

He waved his hand, interrupting him directly.

"Those who are willing to go will each receive an extra half pound of... beef after returning to base."

"What?"

Zhao Fan's eyes widened instantly.

beef?

These two words seemed to possess a magical power, causing everyone around who was eavesdropping to hold their breath for a second.

meat!

After the apocalypse, this term has almost become a legend.

They can't even fill their stomachs, let alone eat something so extravagant.

Just imagining the tender, sizzling beef melting in your mouth made Zhao Fan's mouth water uncontrollably.

He swallowed hard, his fear and hesitation vanishing instantly.

"I'll go!" He was the first to raise his hand, his voice distorted with excitement.

"I'm going too!"

"Count me in! I'm strong!"

"Don't try to take it from me! I used to be on the school basketball team!"