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

Heart, liver, eyeballs...

Various human organs are categorized.

"Ugh..." Chen Ming, who was following behind.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he turned around, rushed to the corner, and began to gag violently.

Tang Long's face also darkened instantly, and he felt a churning in his stomach.

He closed the lid, his brows furrowing slightly.

Pick up the report placed next to me; it reads: [Experimental Subject - No. 127 - Endurance Test - Failed Sample].

Below were rows of technical terms that he didn't quite understand.

Pick up another one; it says the same thing on it.

[Mental Power Mutation Mark - Collected at Dongyun University City].

another.

[Suspected evolution inducer - type E - active sample].

【...】

A separate report is written next to each cryogenic transport box.

"This is... human experimentation?" Zhao Fan's expression was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"It should be." Chen Ming had recovered, picked up one of the reports, and glanced at it: "Moreover, it wasn't a simple human experiment."

"These people..."

"It seems like some kind of genetic programming experiment is being conducted? An evolutionary form? Or perhaps a superhuman?"

At this time.

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Captain Tang, look at this." A police officer pulled out a paper document that hadn't been completely burned from a trash can in the corner.

Tang Long stepped forward.

It was a handover list with a blurry emblem at the top, which was hard to make out.

But the text below is still legible.

[Handover party: Outpost No. 7]

[Handover contents: 37 standard active samples, 11 contaminated/defective samples, 3 specially marked samples...]

[Note: This month's collection efficiency was low, and some 'substandard' samples did not reach the energy activity threshold. They have been processed according to procedures.]

The occurrence rate of type E inducing factor samples was lower than expected, and screening efforts need to be strengthened.

The next supply resupply will require additional "Stabilizer-7".

[Recipient: ...]

Tang Long frowned as he looked at him.

Clearly, the situation is more complex than he had initially thought.

The grain depot in the old industrial park is likely just one node in this dark network.

And there are likely many more such nodes.

Tang Long turned his head and stood up.

"Seal everything, especially the hard drives, medicine, sample boxes, and this document, and send them back to base as a priority."

"Yes."

……

The next day, at the crack of dawn.

The moving operation has officially begun.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Long immediately organized all available personnel.

This includes survivors who have just been rescued and are still in a daze, as well as prisoners whose crimes were deemed minor after initial screening.

He issued the simplest command.

Priority was given to loading finished grains, medicines, and most importantly, military ammunition.

All bulky machinery and equipment should be abandoned.

Faced with the absolute necessity of survival, no one raised any objections.

A large convoy of transport vehicles began its ant-like back-and-forth journey between the Dongcheng District base and the grain depot.

……

The square in front of the police station at the Dongcheng District base.

Hundreds of indigenous people and newly joined survivors surrounded the plaza.

In the center of the square, seven core members of the former grain depot militia were kneeling.

They were Xiong Ge's confidants and the main executors of the enslavement and persecution of the survivors.

In front of them, Wu Zheng held his daughter and stood on a makeshift platform.

Standing beside him were a dozen or so survivors who had been rescued from the grain depot.

"It's him! He's the one who killed my husband! All for a bag of biscuits!" a woman cried out, pointing at one of the prisoners.

"And him! I saw him drag sick people out and throw them at the zombies!"

"They treated us like livestock! No, even worse than livestock!"

The accusations echoed across the square.

The crowd, which had started with whispers, turned into a chorus of angry shouts.

Tang Long stood on one side of the platform, expressionless.

He waited until all the accusations had ended before stepping forward.

"The evidence is conclusive, and the crime is unforgivable."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I hereby announce that the following seven individuals are sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately."

There were no unnecessary words, no insincere reassurances.

Wang Hu led two police officers forward, their dark gun barrels pointed at the seven ashen-faced prisoners.

boom! boom! boom!

Gunshots rang out, and seven bodies fell into a pool of blood.

The crowd was initially deathly silent, then erupted into long-suppressed cries and cheers.

"Good! Well done!"

"Those damn scumbags are finally dead!"

Wu Zheng knelt on the ground, holding his daughter, tears streaming down his face.

The system notification sounded in Tang Long's mind right on time.

[Ding~ Maintaining order, publicly trying and executing the ringleader, restoring public morale, earning 500 Order Points.]

He stood up, looked at the frenzied crowd below, and nodded slightly.

really...

These public trials are still quite useful.

Especially during the apocalypse, it can indeed stabilize people's hearts and, incidentally, deter some villains.

Turning to Zhao Fan beside him, he said, "The rest, whose crimes aren't too serious, should be sent to labor camps for labor reform! Make sure they are closely monitored."

"Understood!" Zhao Fan raised his hand in salute.

……

Nighttime, in the director's office.

Under the lamplight, Tang Long looked out the window at the lights gradually going out in the safe zone.

"Who is behind all this?" he muttered to himself.

suddenly.

Boom boom boom!

A knock came at the door.

"Come in."

Chen Ming pushed open the door and entered, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He placed a portable hard drive on Tang Long's desk.

"We have the results."

Tang Long gestured for him to sit down and said.

"About forty percent of the hard drive data has been recovered," Chen Ming said quickly.

"Just as we guessed, this grain depot was just an armed outpost codenamed 'Outpost No. 7'."

"Their mission was to use food to gather survivors in the northern district and then screen them."

"Screening?" Tang Long asked.

"Yes, screening." Chen Ming nodded. "One part is used as slave labor to maintain the operation of the stronghold. The other part is called 'experimental subjects' by them and used for various tests."

"The human organs and tissues in those cryogenic chambers are the products of failed tests."

"They regularly receive encrypted instructions and supply lists from their superiors. I tried to trace the source of the signal, and it eventually pointed to... the provincial capital."

Tang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

Are you sure?

Chen Ming nodded and solemnly said, "I'm sure."

Tang Long frowned deeply and turned to look at the map on the wall, showing the location of the provincial capital.

"The provincial capital is several hundred kilometers away from us."

"How do you think these people manage to maintain stable communication?"

"I don't know." Chen Ming shook his head.

He paused, then took a dark red vial from his pocket.

"Oh right! This thing..."

"I think I've figured out its use for now."