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

"very good."

Seeing that no one was arguing, Zhao Fan pointed to the registration desk next to him.

"Don't blame me for not warning you, good positions will be snapped up quickly. The security team is only recruiting fifty people, the construction team is recruiting two hundred, and the rest will have to clean sewers, carry bricks, or cultivate farmland."

The crowd scattered with a whoosh, rushing frantically towards the various registration points.

On the second-floor terrace, Tang Long held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, looking down at the swarming crowd of people below.

"Isn't that a bit too harsh?" Wang Hu stood behind him, holding a freshly opened can of beer, a trophy brought back from the grain depot. "After all, many of them are ordinary people who have never done heavy labor! And there are quite a few elderly people, I'm afraid..."

"Ruthless?" Tang Long exhaled a puff of smoke, which quickly dissipated in the cold morning air. "To be merciful to them now is to send them to their deaths."

"I don't want a bunch of refugees who just sit around waiting to be fed. I want warriors who can survive in this hell and help me smash this hell through."

"Even those who repair walls need to know who the walls are for."

"So what if you're an old man? Zombies don't care if you're an old man or not."

Wang Hu paused for a moment, then tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of beer before falling silent.

He glanced at the other person, and sometimes he wondered if Tang Long was being too cold-hearted.

but...

Perhaps only in this way can we lead people out of the apocalypse!

Downstairs, Wu Zheng was squeezed into the registration line for the garrison.

Although his lame leg has improved a lot, he still walks with a limp.

The young, strong men around him looked at him with a hint of disdain, and some even muttered under their breath.

"Even disabled people are joining in the fun."

"Uncle! Save your energy, this is going to be dangerous."

Wu Zheng ignored him.

His mind was filled with the image of his daughter carrying her schoolbag to school that morning, and the empty house.

He had to live, and he had to live like a human being, so that Ya Ya wouldn't be looked down upon at the base.

"Name?" Zhao Fan was in charge of registration.

"Wu Zheng".

Zhao Fan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked up: "It's you?"

He paused.

"If you have difficulty walking, go to the logistics or construction team; it's safer there."

"I want to join the security force," Wu Zheng said firmly.

Zhao Fan frowned slightly: "This is a job where you have to risk your life."

"With legs like that, can you outrun a zombie?"

"I've killed people." Wu Zheng pulled out a gleaming screwdriver from his pocket, still covered in dark brown bloodstains.

"This is something I secretly hid when I was working as a slave laborer in the granary. I used to fight with people over grain, and I personally stabbed two people to death."

"I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid my daughter won't have enough to eat."

Zhao Fan stared into his eyes for a few seconds.

There was no fear in those eyes, only a ruthless determination born from being driven to the brink by life.

"Okay." Zhao Fan wrote his name heavily on the paper: "Count you in."

"But let me make this clear from the start: if you can't keep up with the training, you're fired at any time."

"Thank you." Wu Zheng put away the screwdriver and limped to the waiting area.

"....."

In the evening, the long-lost aroma of food wafted from the cafeteria.

It was no longer the thin rice porridge that you could see your reflection in it, but solid dry rice, along with pickled vegetables and diced meat.

Although there was very little meat, the aroma of the fat was enough to drive everyone crazy.

But this meal can only be eaten by those who have "work points coupons".

Those who didn't work because they were observing, lazy, or picky, could only watch others wolf down their food while they huddled in a corner drinking cold water.

A few troublemakers tried to cause trouble, but the patrolling guards dragged them out and threw them into the quarantine zone outside the base.

"These people will behave themselves if they go hungry for a couple of meals," Zhao Fan sneered.

He turned to look at Tang Long.

"Team Leader Tang, we dug 300 meters of foundation for the wall today, and the pile of waste bricks we cleared out is huge."

"At this rate, our safe zone can double in size within half a month."

Tang Long looked at the map and drew a line on it with his finger.

"Not fast enough."

His finger stopped on an area north of the safe zone—where five 30-story mixed-use commercial and residential buildings stood.

"The accommodation problem must be solved! Those buildings are existing dormitories. As long as they are cleaned up and the connecting passages are opened up, there is no problem accommodating three thousand people."

Zhao Fan frowned and said, "That's a high-rise building. The situation inside is complicated, and it's an enclosed space, so it's much more difficult to clean than on flat ground."

"It will probably take quite a while to clean this up!"

Tang Long nodded and stood up.

"That's perfect, aren't those newly recruited security guards still bloodless?"

"Take them over there, veterans with new recruits, three to a group. Anyone who wets their pants is kicked out of the group."

Zhao Fan gasped: "The problem is, some of these security guards using these new tactics haven't even been trained yet."

Tang Long hesitated slightly for a moment: "Then, I'll give you three more days."

"We must begin in three days."

"The provincial capital has the technology to mass-produce monsters. If we don't build up our team as soon as possible, we'll be lambs to the slaughter when those people come knocking on our door."

He paused, his voice lowering.

"Tell everyone that the ten people who perform best after these three buildings are cleared will be promoted to squad leaders and enjoy elite treatment."

"In addition, you will be rewarded with 100 jin of rice for each floor you clean."

Zhao Fan took a deep breath: "Yes!"

......

three days later.

To the north of the safe zone, three super high-rise buildings stand in the mist, like three giant tombstones.

Tang Long stood downstairs, with more than two hundred people behind him, all fully prepared. Apart from the core veteran members, most of them were newly recruited new faces.

Listen carefully.

Tang Long's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

"These three buildings used to be high-end apartments, with four units per floor and thirty floors in total."

"The elevator shaft is sealed off; the stairs are the only exit! This means that if it's blocked, you won't even have a chance to jump out of the window."

Several sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard from the crowd.

"What we're going to do this time isn't just killing zombies, but cleaning up—giving these three buildings a thorough cleaning!"

"Inspect every room, every cabinet!"

"I don't want future residents to have their necks bitten off by zombies under their beds when they go to the bathroom in the middle of the night."

"Did you understand?"

"Understood!" Wang Hu roared in agreement.

Tang Long drew his tactical straight knife from his waist, the blade whistling softly as it sliced ​​through the air.

"Wang Hu will lead Team One, responsible for Building A. Luo Yongchao will lead Team Two, for Building B. I will lead Team Three, for Building C."

"Remember, if you encounter any that haven't fully mutated or that look strange, spare them for the research lab to study! As for the rest, kill them without mercy."

"action!"

At a command, three teams shot into the building like arrows.