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

Everyone present was stunned.

His face immediately lit up with joy.

They really are police officers!

Many people breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, Tang Long ignored everyone else, only tilting his head slightly and blinking at Liu Qiang and Chen Ming.

"Xiao Ming, Lao Liu."

"You take them around and show them the place."

Liu Qiang grinned and patted his chest.

Chen Ming smiled and turned to look at everyone: "Everyone! Let's go! I'll show you around!"

Zhao Fan and the group of survivors behind him were still in shock, their minds blank.

They instinctively followed behind Liu Qiang.

The first building we passed was the three-story annex.

"This is the dormitory building," Liu Qiang said, pointing to the building.

"The first floor houses the emergency room and the cafeteria!"

Zhao Fan's mouth dropped open slightly: "Wow! The emergency room, the cafeteria? Really?"

Chen Ming said calmly, "Of course! Otherwise, what if I get sick later? Also, we'll all eat in the cafeteria from now on."

This statement came out.

The eyes of everyone present lit up.

After the apocalypse, who wouldn't be afraid of getting sick?

Even without encountering zombies, a minor bump or bruise can be extremely dangerous.

"We won't go into the emergency room! There are still patients inside. Let me show you the cafeteria first," Chen Ming said, pushing open the door.

The cafeteria is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

What truly captivated everyone was the scene in the cafeteria's kitchen.

Sacks printed with the words "Northeast Rice" were piled up into a small mountain.

Next to it were boxes of potatoes, onions, and cabbages.

The door to the cold storage was open, and inside hung rows of cleaned frozen meat, still covered with white frost.

These were all items that Tang Long had exchanged in advance using Order Points.

Gudong.

Gudong.

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell among the crowd, clearly audible.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring intently at the food, their breathing becoming heavy.

Chen Ming pursed his lips and muttered under his breath.

"Look at how unsophisticated they are."

Liu Qiang glared at him, signaling him to shut up, then stepped in front of the crowd and closed the door.

He said casually, "Let's go! I'll take you up to the second floor to have a look."

The group looked away with considerable regret and followed.

On the second-floor corridor, Liu Qiang said, "The second floor is the dormitory for the staff. There are eight rooms in total, and each room is for four people."

"The third floor is reserved for special contributors, in two-person rooms, and is not open to the public at the moment."

He casually pushed open the door to one of the empty dorm rooms.

Click.

The motion-activated light above the door turned on, casting a soft white glow throughout the room.

Two neat bunk beds with sturdy iron frames.

The room is fully equipped with a bedside table, wardrobe, and desk.

The floor was so clean it reflected light, and there was a separate bathroom outside the balcony.

Most importantly, on the ceiling in the center of the room, a brand-new outdoor air conditioner unit is running quietly, sending out a gentle breeze.

"This...this is a university dormitory, isn't it?" A girl was slightly stunned.

"Holy crap! It's an air conditioner! And it's even powered." A boy reached out to feel the coolness and was instantly excited.

"This is even better than our university dorms."

Before the apocalypse, I didn't live in a dormitory with air conditioning, but unexpectedly, after the apocalypse, I ended up living in one.

Chen Ming went outside to the balcony and turned on the faucet in the sink.

slam-la-

Clear water gushed out, splashing into the stainless steel pool and making a pleasant sound.

He looked at everyone and said, "The water is clean, filtered, and you can drink it directly."

Zhao Fan stood at the door, his throat dry.

Electricity, clean water, a comfortable bed, and food...

These things, which were commonplace before the apocalypse, have now become unattainable luxuries.

This place is simply paradise.

……

Twenty minutes later.

The main building, the emergency call reception hall on the first floor.

Under the bright lights, dozens of survivors stood here, their expressions no longer as wary and bewildered as when they first arrived.

Their faces were filled with excitement, longing, and anticipation for the future.

Tang Long stood in front of them, with Luo Yongchao, Liu Qiang, and others standing behind him.

He looked around at everyone with a slight smile on his face.

"Is this place alright?"

"Do you want to stay here?"

Almost without hesitation, the crowd responded loudly.

"think!"

"Yes, I want to!"

"Of course! Who wouldn't want that?"

"..."

Tang Long nodded, but the smile on his face slowly faded.

"If you want to prove your worth, then you must do so."

The noise in the hall suddenly stopped.

Everyone was stunned, looking at him in bewilderment.

"From now on, you will be trainee residents here for one week."

"A week from now, I will decide your treatment, and even... whether you stay or leave, based on your performance."

Tang Long's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured on everyone's heart.

"The base doesn't support idlers."

"You must prove your worth; the higher your worth, the higher your compensation."

The crowd was first stunned, then shocked and puzzled.

Finally, it all turned into a buzzing discussion.

"What do you mean?"

"There's another assessment?"

"No! I don't want to leave."

"..."

Zhao Fan frowned and stepped out from the crowd to face Tang Long directly.

"Officer Tang, how can we prove our worth?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

Tang Long's gaze fell on him, with a hint of approval.

"For example, becoming a combatant."

He paused, then raised his voice a few decibels to make sure everyone could hear him.

"Not afraid of zombies, can go out to carry out missions, and has a certain level of combat skills."

He pointed to himself, then to Liu Qiang, who was standing ramrod straight beside him.

"Just like us."

Zhao Fan's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"But we're all college students. Let alone killing zombies, many of us have never even touched a gun."

"I know," Tang Long nodded.

"Therefore, we will send people to train you."

His hand pointed to Luo Yongchao, who was leaning on a cane to the side.

"His name is Luo Yongchao, a retired artilleryman."

"From now on, he will be your instructor."

Since Lao Luo's leg is currently inconvenient, it's perfect for him to stay and train the newcomers.

Luo Yongchao was stunned for a moment; Tang Long hadn't discussed this with him beforehand.

But he immediately straightened his back, and his cane slammed heavily on the ground with a dull thud.

"Those who want to become combat personnel, come and sign up with me later."

"..." Some people were eager to try, while others frowned slightly.

Tang Long continued, "As long as you pass the assessment, you will receive better treatment."

"For example, upon officially moving into the dormitory building, you will enjoy clean water and electricity, receive a fixed food allowance, and free medical subsidies."

Everyone then realized what was going on.

It turns out that everything I just saw wasn't free.

But then I think about the comfortable dorm room, plenty of food, clean water and electricity...

In everyone's eyes, it became heated again.

"What are the assessment contents?" Zhao Fan asked again, his tone urgent.

Tang Long's tone was indifferent.

"First, physical fitness reaches the above-average level of an average adult."

"Second, kill three ordinary zombies by himself."

This is not only the system's standard, but also what Tang Long wanted.

after all..

Only by successfully transferring to a permanent position and becoming one of their own can Tang Long entrust his back to them.

Since we're on the same side, then we deserve a better life...