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

Ten minutes later.

The streets were deathly silent, thick white fog shrouded everything, and visibility was less than ten meters.

The air was cold and damp, sticking to the skin and making people feel very uncomfortable.

Tang Long, carrying his backpack, retraced his steps along the street.

The backpack contained rice, water, and medicine.

These things could temporarily alleviate his survival crisis.

Until a crossroads appeared ahead.

suddenly.

A woman's scream and a man's lewd laughter came from across the street.

Tang Long was startled and stopped in his tracks instantly.

He pressed himself against the wall, turning sideways to look in the direction the sound came from.

It was a clothing store located by the roadside. The roller shutter door at the entrance was half-open, and three figures could be vaguely seen moving around inside.

Tang Long frowned, glanced at the Type 92 pistol in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then crouched down and quietly crept over.

Arriving at the glass window of the clothing store, Tang Long peeked inside.

The sight before him caused his pupils to shrink slightly.

A young woman in a white coat was pinned to the ground by two men, her clothes torn in half.

There was another man standing next to them, grinning maliciously as he unbuckled his belt; his intentions were obvious.

The woman struggled desperately, whimpering and crying out.

And on the ground not far away, there was a dead body lying.

The deceased was a man, with a fruit knife stuck in his chest, his head tilted to one side, his pupils unfocused, and he was already lifeless.

They must be a woman's friend or relative.

In the apocalypse, women are as worthless as weeds. Tang Long has seen too many women who have lost their protection and what their fate is in the apocalypse.

Sacrificing one's health for a piece of bread is a good thing.

More often than not, they are used and then discarded, or used as slaves to solicit customers, raped for pleasure, or even used to attract the attention of zombies as "human bait."

but...

That alone wouldn't be enough to cause Tang Long to have a significant emotional reaction.

He stared intently at the man lying on the ground, his eyes filled with fury.

The other person was wearing a police uniform.

he...

He is a police officer.

At this time.

Inside the clothing store, the only man standing had already unbuckled his belt.

"Go ahead and yell! Keep yelling, you fucking bastard!"

"If it weren't for this cop protecting you, I would have fucking fucked you long ago." The man exhaled a smoke ring and stepped on the woman's face.

The other man holding the woman down chuckled.

"Big brother, stop wasting time talking to her and hurry up."

The man called "Big Brother" grinned maliciously and reached out to tear off the woman's pants.

"Damn, he's a doctor."

"Perfect timing to take this woman back and treat the brothers' injuries."

doctor?

Tang Long's eyes brightened slightly.

In the apocalypse, doctors are a valuable strategic resource.

and...

He looked at the police officer lying in a pool of blood, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Long raised his gun.

The gun barrel pierced through the crack in the glass, aimed at the man known as "Big Brother".

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet shattered the shop window and precisely pierced the back of the man's head.

The man's body stiffened, the sinister smile on his face froze instantly, and then he collapsed to the ground.

The clothing store fell silent for a moment.

The remaining two men paused for a moment, then turned around abruptly.

"Who?"

boom!

Another gunshot rang out.

One of them had a bloody hole in his head, swayed, and fell down.

Killing a rioter earns you +1 Order Point.

Killing a rioter earns you +1 Order Point.

Two identical prompts appeared on the system panel.

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Long's eyes.

thug?

Can you gain Order Points by killing people?

Before he could think any further, the last man reacted, grabbed the plastic mannequin next to him, and threw it in Tang Long's direction.

Tang Long dodged to the side.

The man scrambled and stumbled toward the shop door.

Without hesitation, Tang Long raised his hand and fired a shot.

boom!

"what!"

The man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his leg.

Tang Long picked up the gun and went into the store.

Her gaze fell on the man.

The man turned pale as he saw Tang Long approaching, and his body kept shrinking back.

"You...you...who are you?"

"Don't kill me!"

"This woman, I'll give her to you! I don't want her anymore!"

Tang Long stared at him expressionlessly, slowly raising the muzzle of his gun.

[First rescue of a survivor: Order Points +10.]

[First time preventing a crime, +15 Order Points.]

Two prompts appeared on the system panel.

Tang Long ignored him, pointed the gun at the man's forehead, and was just about to pull the trigger.

suddenly.

A notification sound rang in my ears.

[WARNING: Executing surrendered targets violates procedural justice.]

Forcibly executing someone will deduct 50 Order Points.

Tang Long frowned.

He didn't put down his gun, but instead asked the system a question in his mind.

"Procedural justice?"

"This guy is a scumbag; keeping him around will only harm more people."

The target has given up resistance and is no longer a threat.

According to the laws of order, a trial must be conducted before punishment can be carried out.

"Trial?"

Tang Long sneered.

"Here? Now?"

"Who will judge us? You?"

[As the executor of the Sanctuary of Order, the host possesses the power of final judgment.]

Tang Long paused for a moment.

He looked at the man still kowtowing on the ground, then glanced at the woman trembling in the corner.

An idea flashed through his mind.

"I see."

He spoke to the system.

"Now, in my capacity as the executive officer, I hereby establish a provisional court."

"I am the only law enforcement officer and judge."

Does this program meet your requirements?

The system remained silent for a few seconds.

[Analysis in progress...]

The establishment of temporary courts during a state of emergency meets the basic requirements of procedural justice.

[Request approved.]

A slight smile appeared on Tang Long's lips.

He looked at the man on the ground, his voice icy.

"Raise your head."

The man raised his head, trembling, his eyes filled with terror: "What...what do you want to do?"

Tang Long asked, "What's your name?"

"I...I'm called Wang Ergou."

Which gang do you belong to?

"Wild...Wild Wolf Gang."

Tang Long's eyes seemed to be deep in thought. He had heard this name before, and more than once.

A group of survivors who appeared after the apocalypse; Tang Long had clashed with them several times before.

"Wang Ergou, you conspired with others to rob and murder survivors, assault police officers, and attempt to rape female survivors."

Do you admit to these charges?

Wang Ergou was stunned; he had no idea what Tang Long was up to.

But he still nodded vigorously.

"I admit it! I admit it! I admit it all!"

"I am guilty! Please give me a chance to reform!"

Tang Long looked at him, his eyes completely unmoved.

"The evidence of your crimes is irrefutable, and the victim was present at the scene."

"Now, I pronounce the verdict."

His voice echoed in the empty clothing store.

"Wang Ergou is guilty of intentional homicide, robbery, and attempted rape."

"Multiple offenses shall be punished concurrently."

"Sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately."

Wang Ergou's pupils dilated suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

"No...you can't..."

boom!