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

A thick fog blanketed the streets and alleys of the southern district.

In the shadow of a three-story residential building a hundred meters away from the "Golden Splendor" KTV

Zhao Fan lowered his body as far as possible, pressing himself against the wall, with only one eye showing, and looked at the sentry post a hundred meters away.

Several abandoned cars and barbed wire blocked the way, with a searchlight mounted on the roof of each car, its beam sweeping across the thick fog.

Three figures could be vaguely seen at the edge of the beam of light.

At this moment, they are gathered around a gasoline drum, which is burning inside, and they are roasting something.

He pulled back and gave a series of simple and clear sign language signals to the three teammates standing close behind him:

"Number Two, come with me to clear the campfire target."

"Number three, maintain perimeter security, locate and eliminate any possible hidden sentries."

"Number four, provide fire support, and monitor the rear passage simultaneously."

"Yes!" the crowd replied.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath.

"action!"

He gave a low shout and rushed out from behind the cover.

Leaning forward, his footsteps barely made a sound as he stepped on the gravel.

He steadily raised the Type 92 pistol in his hand, and the sights were aimed at a burly man with his back to him next to the gasoline can.

puff!

A cloud of blood exploded from the back of the burly man's head, and with a thud, he fell into the burning gasoline drum, instantly sending up a thick plume of smoke mixed with the stench of burning.

The two companions next to them hadn't reacted yet.

"What's that noise?"

"Third brother, what's wrong with you...?"

puff!

A soft sound.

The fourth member on the flank opened fire, and a bullet struck one of them in the temple, causing him to collapse to the ground without uttering a sound.

The last person finally realized something was wrong, and gaped in horror: "The enemy..."

Zhao Fan darted forward and slammed the butt of his gun into the back of the other man's head.

The man groaned and passed out.

.......

The alleyway on the left.

A thug, smoking a cigarette and facing the corner of the wall, had just shaken himself and zipped up his pants.

Suddenly he heard a gust of wind behind him and instinctively turned around.

A large hand covered his mouth and nose, while the other hand gripped his chin.

Click!

A crisp sound.

The thug's head drooped at an odd angle.

Wang Hu released his grip expressionlessly.

A teammate followed closely behind, his silenced rifle aimed at the head of a thug yawning at the other end of the alley, completely unaware of the commotion.

puff!

The thug shuddered, then collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Tiger, it's all taken care of," the team member reported in a low voice.

Wang Hu nodded, his gaze shifting.

In the distance, Zhao Fan and his team dragged the unconscious survivor toward the armored vehicle.

Wang Hu grinned.

"These students are actually quite promising."

……

Five minutes later, inside the armored vehicle.

Inside the armored vehicle.

The unlucky guy who was knocked unconscious was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

He suddenly opened his eyes and found that his hands and feet were tied and a rag was stuffed in his mouth.

The lights inside the carriage were dim.

Tang Long sat opposite him, toying with a military dagger in his hand.

Wang Hu stood to the side, arms crossed, like an iron tower, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Waaaah!" The person struggled violently, their eyes filled with fear.

Tang Long waved his hand.

Wang Hu stepped forward and ripped the rag out of his mouth.

"Who...who are you?" the man asked in a hoarse, trembling voice.

Tang Long did not answer him.

The tip of the dagger grazed lightly across his fingernail.

"Where is your leader, Gao Tianlang?" Tang Long's voice was calm.

"I don't know!" the man immediately shouted. "I'm just a doorman!"

Wang Hu snorted and stepped forward.

"Still being stubborn."

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed the man's left little finger.

Click!

Wang Hu turned the handle outwards expressionlessly.

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

"ah--!"

The piercing screams echoed in the cramped carriage, but were muffled by the heavy armor.

The man's face instantly turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat dripped down his face.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is Gao Tianlang?" Tang Long's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly.

"Speak up! If you don't, the next one will be the ring finger." Wang Hu grabbed his other finger.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" the man cried out in despair. "Brother Wolf... Brother Wolf is at the Golden Splendor KTV! He's been there the whole time!"

Tang Long raised his head, his gaze falling on that person's face for the first time.

"How many people are in the KTV? How many guns?"

"There are more than thirty brothers in the core group, all in the KTV. There are about a dozen guns, all pistols, and two or three homemade shotguns." The man grimaced in pain, not daring to hide anything.

"Besides your people, are there any other survivors?" Tang Long continued to ask.

The man's eyes darted around, and he stammered.

"Speak!" Wang Hu tightened his grip.

"Yes...yes! There are probably forty or fifty survivors, all locked up...locked up in the KTV's underground warehouse."

"What do they do?"

"The men are usually sent out to find things or do odd jobs." He stammered, not daring to continue. "The women...the women..."

Tang Long stood up and said to Wang Hu, "Take him away and give him a quick death."

"yes!"

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The magnificent KTV, third floor lobby.

This place was originally the most luxurious presidential suite in the KTV, but now it has been transformed into a chaotic den.

The air was thick with the stench of tobacco, alcohol, sweat, and rotting food.

Dozens of shirtless men, tattooed with dragons and tigers, sat together, shouting and gambling noisily.

In the center of the hall, there was a simple cage made of welded steel pipes.

Inside the cage, two girls in school uniforms huddled together, trembling, their faces streaked with tears and despair.

One of the girls was still bleeding from her forehead, clearly indicating that she had been beaten earlier.

A man with a shaved head and a large gold chain around his neck was sitting on the sofa in front of the cage.

He is Gao Tianlang, the leader of the Wild Wolf Gang.

He swirled the wine in his glass, looking at his prey in the cage with a mocking expression, and chuckled to his men beside him, "How about it? These two are pretty good, aren't they?"

"Our leader is awesome!"

"Boss, stop dawdling, the brothers can't wait any longer!"

"Exactly! Let the brothers have a taste of meat first!"

A chorus of filthy laughter and whistling erupted from the surrounding area.

Inside the cage, the uninjured girl mustered her courage, gripped the iron bars, and cried out, "Please, let us go! We'll give you anything!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Tianlang laughed even more heartily.

He stood up, walked to the cage, and reached out a finger to lift the girl's chin.

"Let you go? Sure."

He leaned close to the girl's ear and said in a chilling voice that only the two of them could hear, "In a moment, serve me well."

"If you serve me well, I'll reward you with a quick death."

The girl's body froze instantly.

The last glimmer of light in her eyes was extinguished completely, turning into a deathly gray.

Gao Tianlang was very satisfied with her reaction; he enjoyed watching his prey struggle between hope and despair.

He took two steps back, raised his glass, and shouted to everyone:

"Brothers! In the apocalypse, all that bullshit about laws and morality is utter nonsense!"

"We are the law!"

"Today, I will publicly put these two ungrateful wretches to trial and show them who truly rules the South City!"