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

night.

Parkway Underground Shopping Mall, Level 2 (B2).

The heavy roller shutter door fell down, leaving only a narrow gap about two fingers wide.

Tang Long hid behind the door, his face solemn.

The streets outside were not as dark as usual.

On the contrary, it glowed eerily.

In the sky, the originally dark blue mist now shimmered with a faint phosphorescence.

Thousands upon thousands of heads, like floating Kongming lanterns, hovered in the air a dozen to a hundred meters above the ground, emitting a pale halo that illuminated the entire block as if it were the underworld.

Huhu~

The wind rustled the leaves of the trees along the roadside.

Interspersed with soft whispers, like the static of a radio tuning, yet every word was clear:

"I'm so hungry... someone please feed me..."

"Baby, where are you? Mommy can't see you..."

"It hurts...my neck hurts so much..."

The floating heads were a mix of crying, laughing, and tearing at each other, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

On the ground, headless corpses, densely packed together, wandered aimlessly through the streets like sleepwalkers.

They held out their hands as if searching for their lost heads, their fingernails scraping against the walls and train cars, making a teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound.

Tang Long swallowed hard, looked away, and turned to look behind him.

The basement was deathly silent.

No one dared to sleep.

Everyone huddled together, gripping their weapons tightly, their backs against the carriage wall, their faces tense.

Everyone fears that once their mental defenses are relaxed in their sleep, the whispers from outside will take advantage of the situation and turn them into mindless zombies.

Wang Hu asked in a low voice, "Captain Tang, what's going on outside...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Long interrupted him.

"Shh," Tang Long put his index finger to his lips and shook his head slightly.

"Don't speak! The monster is still here."

Silence fell again.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Every second was torture.

Ten seconds, one minute, one hour...

Several times, a few pale heads floated near the mall entrance, their empty eye sockets almost pressed against the gaps in the roller shutter door, peering inside.

……

at the same time.

Dongcheng District, police station base.

The searchlight beams on the wall pierced the night sky, scanning the empty streets back and forth.

Liu Qiang stood on the watchtower, a pile of cigarette butts already accumulated at his feet.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the city center.

The city skyline, which should have been pitch black, was now shrouded in an eerie dark red halo, like a huge, festering wound.

"Why haven't they come back yet?" Liu Qiang muttered to himself, his face looking rather grim.

The city at night is the most dangerous place, especially when he thinks about Tang Long and the others, especially in such a dangerous place in the city center, he feels a vague unease.

suddenly.

A voice sounded from behind.

"Brother Liu! Have a cup of hot coffee to warm yourself up." Zhao Fan walked up to the watchtower wearing a coat, carrying two thermos cups.

Liu Qiang took the cup, but didn't drink it; he just held it in his hand to warm it.

He turned to look at the other person, his face showing some anxiety: "Xiao Zhao, you mean Captain Tang and the others...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Fan interrupted him.

"Brother Liu! You can't say that!" he said hurriedly, his voice tinged with urgency.

"That's Captain Tang! If he wants to, no one can take his life."

Even so, Zhao Fan could not hide the worry in his eyes.

"Where's Chen Ming?" Liu Qiang paused for a moment, then sighed.

"Still in the lab." Zhao Fan shook his head. "He said he wants to improve the communicator so that as soon as Captain Tang and the others leave the interference zone, they can be contacted immediately."

"He's locked himself in there for ten hours and hasn't eaten."

Liu Qiang remained silent for a moment, then downed the coffee in his cup in one gulp.

"Pass down the order: Level One Alert." He placed the empty cup beside his feet, his eyes hardening. "If we still haven't heard from Captain Tang by noon tomorrow..."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'll personally lead the team and charge in."

"Count me in," Zhao Fan said calmly.

……

Downtown, Parkway Underground Shopping Mall.

The long night has finally passed.

As the clock struck six in the morning, the murmurs outside gradually subsided.

The heads floating in the sky seemed to fear the approaching dawn, or perhaps they received some unseen summons, and began to slowly converge towards the top of the tallest building, the World Trade Center, like bats returning to their nest.

"Prepare to break out."

Tang Long's hoarse voice broke the deathly silence in the basement.

Everyone shuddered, stiffly moving their hands and feet to check their weapons.

"Su Yan, can you still hold on?" Tang Long looked behind him.

Su Yan barely opened her eyes; her pupils were dull and lifeless, her face was deathly pale, and she looked extremely weak.

"It's alright, as long as we don't activate a large-scale barrier... we can hold out for another ten minutes."

"That's enough." A ruthless glint flashed in Tang Long's eyes.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Attention everyone, break through at full speed along the predetermined route. Wang Hu, start the fire!"

"yes!"

Wang Hu twisted the key hard.

boom!

The engine, silent all night, roared, its sound jarring in the enclosed underground space.

The roller shutter door was smashed open by the armored vehicle, and the two steel behemoths roared as they charged up the slope and plunged into the morning mist.

On the street, the headless zombies wandering around were startled by the engine noise and instantly became agitated.

"Charge! Don't linger!"

Tang Long leaned half his body out of the sunroof, his Type 95 rifle mounted on the roof, spitting fire and sweeping away the zombies blocking his way.

The convoy sped along the planned route toward the bridge spanning the river two kilometers away.

Once you cross the bridge, you'll be out of the city center's core area.

Three kilometers.

One kilometer

800 meters.

500 meters.

The outline of the bridge was already faintly visible in the mist.

"Damn! We're finally going to get out!" Wang Hu couldn't help but curse, pressing the accelerator even harder.

However, just as the convoy was about to rush onto the approach bridge...

Boom!

A deafeningly loud bang.

The street was shaking violently, and the road surface undulated like waves.

At the entrance to the bridge ahead, a huge black shadow descended from the sky, stirring up a cloud of dust.

creak-

Wang Hu slammed on the brakes, the tires leaving two long scorch marks on the ground, and the car stopped less than ten meters from the dark figure.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A nauseatingly large, monstrous structure blocked the entire entrance to the approach bridge.

It was a "giant" that was at least five meters tall.

It is not a single creature, but a monster stitched together from dozens of headless corpses.

More than a dozen arms were waving on its back, and several screaming human faces were embedded in its belly. Its right hand was a broken lamppost, and its left hand was a huge concrete block.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this thing?" Wang Hu couldn't help but curse.

After a day of anxiety, I was finally about to leave.

I'm in trouble again!

"roar!!!"

As the human faces were stitched onto the giant's body, a shriek erupted, the sound visibly distorting the air.

It brandished the concrete block in its hand and slammed it at the lead vehicle like swatting a fly.

"Reverse! Reverse quickly!" Tang Long shouted hurriedly.

Wang Hu frantically shifted gears, and the armored vehicle rapidly reversed.

boom!

The stone block crashed into the spot where the car had just been parked, instantly creating a large crater in the ground, which terrified everyone watching.

Wang Hu also wiped away a cold sweat; what if he had been hit?

They all had to confess.

Tang Long's gaze swept rapidly across the surroundings. The giant in front of him had blocked the bridge, and behind him, dark figures were already moving at the end of the street. It was the horde of corpses that had been shaken off earlier that had come after hearing the noise.

Behind the broken windows of the abandoned buildings on both sides, countless shadows were also writhing.

The conventional approach would be to overwhelm the horde of zombies before they could wear down the behemoth.

"It's too late!" Tang Long roared, his voice filled with determination.

"Everyone, inject your potential-boosting drugs! We need to fight this hell!"