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

Ten minutes later.

A heavy pickup truck with a huge ram on its front arrived at the entrance of the experimental building with a slight rumble.

bang bang.

The car door opened, and Tang Long and Liu Qiang got out of the car almost at the same time.

The Type 95 rifles in the hands of the two men were equipped with simple silencers, emitting only two muffled low sounds.

The few wandering zombies at the entrance fell to the ground with a thud.

Only then did the others in the car dare to get off.

They were holding fire axes, steel pipes, and even kitchen knives from the cafeteria, looking around nervously.

Tang Long turned to look at the group of people, his voice completely calm.

"We'll lead the way, and you'll follow behind."

"Remember, don't run around, don't shout, and most importantly, don't fucking cause me any trouble."

Everyone swallowed hard and nodded frantically like chickens pecking at rice.

Upon seeing this, Tang Long nodded slightly.

Although they were attracted by the food, none of them backed out at the last minute, which shows they are promising talents.

The training and recruitment of future police officers can begin with this group of people.

He turned around and kicked open the door to the laboratory building.

"Walk!"

A strange stench, a mixture of dust and decay, wafted towards us.

The hall was in a mess, with tables and chairs overturned and various documents and broken glass scattered on the floor.

The light was dim, with only a few streaks of grayish-white light filtering in from the high windows, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.

"The first floor is safe," Liu Qiang said in a low voice.

"Officer Tang." Zhao Fan quickly caught up, lowered his voice and pointed upstairs: "Most of the equipment you need is in the physics and biochemistry labs on the third and fourth floors."

Tang Long glanced at him, his gaze sweeping across the stairwell, and nodded.

"Go upstairs."

After Tang Long finished speaking, he and Liu Qiang, one in front of the other, formed a tactical formation and began to explore upwards along the stairs.

The hallway was quiet, with only the soft footsteps and suppressed breathing of a group of people.

With each floor you ascend, the atmosphere grows more somber.

On the walls, one can occasionally see dried dark red bloodstains and claw marks.

Just then.

The corner leading from the second floor to the third floor.

"roar!"

The roar erupted without warning.

Three zombies emerged from a dimly lit corridor.

"I'll do it!"

Liu Qiang let out a low growl and took a step forward.

He slammed the butt of his Type 95 rifle hard into the face of the zombie in front.

Click.

The zombie's head snapped off at an eerie angle, and its body slumped to the ground.

Two more zombies roared and pounced.

Liu Qiang dodged one of the claws by turning to the side, and then thrust his elbow back sharply.

boom!

The zombie was hit in the temple and staggered, crashing into the wall.

Liu Qiang didn't even look, and with a backhand slap, he finished off the last one.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few seconds.

He shook his slightly numb hands, turned around, and grinned at the students whose faces were still pale.

"Done!"

Since dealing with the cocoon and the butcher, he's become less cautious when encountering ordinary zombies.

Tang Long frowned, but said nothing and continued leading the team forward.

Third floor, biochemistry laboratory.

The space here is very large and filled with all kinds of sophisticated instruments, but most of them have been destroyed.

There were seven or eight zombie corpses lying on the ground, which looked like they had been dead for some time.

"Chen Ming, come and take a look," Tang Long called out.

Chen Ming quickly ran over and walked around in front of several instruments.

"Not this one, and not this one either..."

Just then, the door to the innermost storage room in the laboratory was suddenly kicked open.

A zombie wearing a white coat roared as it charged out.

It moves faster than a regular zombie.

"Be careful!"

Liu Qiang shouted and raised his gun to fire.

But a student in front of him was so frightened that his legs went weak and he blocked the angle of his shot.

Liu Qiang cursed, then gave up firing and charged forward with his rifle.

He tried to use the butt of his gun again, attempting to repeat his previous trick.

The zombie suddenly ducked, dodging the gun butt, and bit Liu Qiang's arm.

"Hold!"

Liu Qiang winced in pain, and his expression instantly changed.

Fortunately, he was wearing a thick bulletproof vest, which covered his arms completely, preventing the zombie's teeth from biting through them.

He raised his knee and slammed it into the zombie's stomach, trying to push it away.

The zombie refused to let go, its hands gripping his arm tightly, its nails digging deep into his combat suit.

Just as Liu Qiang was about to exert his strength, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye: a "corpse" that had been lying on the ground behind him was now swaying and standing up.

The "corpse's" hand was already reaching for the back of his neck.

Liu Qiang's pupils suddenly contracted.

boom!

A gunshot rang out.

The zombie behind him had its head explode, splattering black blood all over his back.

It was Tang Long who fired the shot.

Without pausing, Tang Long stepped forward, drew the police bayonet from his leg, and precisely stabbed it into the jaw of the zombie that was biting Liu Qiang's arm from below.

puff.

The blade pierced through the skull.

The zombie's body stiffened abruptly, and it opened its mouth.

Tang Long pulled out his bayonet and kicked it away.

The only sound in the entire laboratory was Liu Qiang's heavy breathing.

Tang Long turned to look at him, his voice cold.

"Do you feel like you're capable now?"

Liu Qiang's face flushed and paled in turns, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something: "Captain Tang, I..."

"I'm too lazy to even say anything to you for taking it upon yourself to come to the university town before."

"Now, you've lost even the most urgent sense of vigilance?" Tang Long stepped forward, almost touching his face.

"Let me tell you, in the apocalypse, the most dangerous thing is these ordinary zombies."

"They're numerous and everywhere. If you're even half a second slower than expected, someone else will be lying down next to you!"

"A single misfired bullet, a wrong breath—either can kill you!"

Liu Qiang clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and lowered his head even further.

"I'm sorry, Captain Tang, I was wrong."

Tang Long stared at him for a few seconds before softening his tone and patting him on the shoulder.

"Remember this lesson."

……

After that incident, everyone became extremely cautious for the rest of the journey.

until.

Chen Ming's voice broke the heavy atmosphere.

"Found it!"

Chen Ming's excited voice broke the heavy atmosphere.

He pointed to a machine about half his height in the corner, "That's it! A high-precision centrifuge!"

Tang Long glanced at it and said to the students, "You guys, carry it downstairs."

"Zhao Fan, you know this place well, take us to the fourth-floor computer room."

Zhao Fan paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Tang Long nodded slightly.

This young man remained calm throughout, much more so than his companions who were terrified and nearly wet themselves.

Moving equipment is a tedious and tiring process.

I went back and forth several times, from the third floor to the first floor, and then from the fourth floor to the first floor.

But no one complained.

The allure of beef is enough to overcome all fatigue and fear.

A few hours later, the pickup truck bed was completely full.

Chen Ming wiped the sweat and oil off his face and walked over to Tang Long.

"Team Leader Tang, it's getting dark."

Tang Long turned to look out the window. The sky was gradually darkening, and the fog seemed to be getting thicker.

Tang Long ordered, "Return to the mess hall, take the men, and go back to the base."