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

The river wind howled, carrying a damp, cold, and fishy smell.

Two dilapidated armored vehicles, trailing black smoke and sparks, sped down the street.

suddenly.

"Ugh!"

An uncontrollable cry of pain broke the silence.

The medication has worn off.

Tang Long felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken apart and then put back together, and every muscle was spasming and twitching, as if countless small knives were cutting wildly inside his body.

pat.

The Type 95 rifle slipped from his hand and crashed onto the carriage floor.

Tang Long slumped in his seat, panting heavily, unable to move at all.

"Don't...don't sleep," Tang Long silently chanted, biting his tongue as he tried to forcefully regain a sliver of clarity.

His gaze darted laboriously across the carriage.

At this moment, everyone's condition is not good; in fact, it could be described as dire.

Some people huddled in the corner, their hands gripping their thighs tightly, their bodies convulsing like fish out of water; others were ashen-faced, foaming at the mouth...

Even without the potential-enhancing drug, Su Yan was still weak and listless, her eyes glazed over, due to the excessive use of her mental energy.

Nourishing~

A piercing screech of brakes rang out.

Wang Hu slumped over the steering wheel, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Team Leader Tang..." Wang Hu struggled to lift his head, his voice weak and feeble. "I...I can't feel my hands..."

"It...it won't open..."

"We can't stop here." Tang Long gripped the handrail tightly, his knuckles turning white. "The danger... isn't over yet..."

He struggled to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

Tang Long had a sudden thought.

puff.

A thin black vine sprouted from the palm of his hand, but it was no longer as thick and strong as before. Instead, it withered like a dead grass, swayed weakly in the air, and then rolled up the walkie-talkie that had fallen onto the center console and retracted.

My fingers were trembling; I pressed it three times.

"Buzz...buzz...this is...the advance team."

"Calling...calling base."

After a three-second silence.

Sudden.

"Ugh... Captain Tang? Is it Captain Tang?!"

Chen Ming's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with urgency.

"This is Chen Ming! Please respond! Where are you?"

"A little past the...a little past the bridge, about 1.5 kilometers on the east bank," Tang Long gasped, his breathing becoming increasingly difficult. "Everyone...seriously injured, requesting...backup."

"Roger that! Location confirmed! Hold on! We're on our way! Zhao Fan has already led the assault team! Hold on!!"

The communication was disconnected.

Tang Long let his hand fall limply, and the walkie-talkie rolled to the ground.

……

at the same time.

The main gate of the Dongcheng District base was suddenly flung open.

Five modified off-road vehicles, fitted with steel plates and ramming corners, roared into the fog-shrouded streets like wild beasts unleashed.

"Faster! Don't fall behind." In the lead car, Zhao Fan gripped the steering wheel and roared into his headset.

"Brother Fan, the fog is too thick!" came a reminder from the car behind.

"Don't worry about that, just floor the gas and keep going," Zhao Fan replied, pressing the accelerator even harder.

The convoy, like a sharp knife, pierced through the fog.

Scattered zombies along the way tried to pounce, but were directly hit or run over by the violent speed of the car.

Fifteen minutes later.

"There's a car on the right ahead!" Liu Qiang, who was in the passenger seat, suddenly sat up straight.

In the thick fog, two armored vehicles covered in dents were parked crookedly in the middle of the road.

Several zombies crookedly circled around.

dong dong dong~

The sound of the impact echoed through the street.

They wanted to get inside, but fortunately the armored vehicle's doors were sturdy enough that there was no immediate danger.

Zhao Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Alert formation! Quickly!"

The convoy braked suddenly, forming a fan shape to protect the two armored vehicles in the middle.

Liu Qiang was the first to jump down, picked up the Type 95 rifle, and emptied the magazine.

Da Da Da~

Several zombies fell to the ground.

He then rushed to the car and forcefully pulled on the deformed door.

"Team Leader Tang! Wang Hu! How are you guys...?"

Before he could finish speaking, his breath hitched.

Through the bulletproof glass of the vehicle, it was clear that everyone was unconscious.

Their faces were deathly pale, their bodies covered in blood and filth, and some were even twitching unconsciously.

"Quick! Carry him out! Be gentle!"

Zhao Fan followed behind, his pupils contracting slightly as he glanced at the scene, before directing his team to begin moving the items.

"Zombies are approaching!" the outer perimeter guards warned.

In the distance, through the fog, indistinct figures are swaying and approaching.

"Groups one and two, establish a defensive line! Groups three and four, move everything! Hurry!" Zhao Fan gave the order without turning his head.

Gunshots rang out sporadically, interspersed with the muffled thuds of zombies falling to the ground.

Five minutes later, Tang Long, Wang Hu, Su Yan, and other advance team members were all transferred to the off-road vehicle.

"Withdraw! Head straight to the base's first aid station!"

The convoy turned around, its engines roared again, and sped off back the way it had come.

......

three days later.

Safe zone, emergency room.

The smell of disinfectant entered Tang Long's nostrils, and his eyelids twitched a few times before he slowly opened them.

He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar white ceiling.

My body felt like it was falling apart; every muscle was screaming in pain, accompanied by a hollow, weak feeling.

suddenly.

"You're awake!"

A surprised voice rang in my ears.

Lin Xiaoruan carried the tray into the ward and almost dropped it when she saw Tang Long lying on the bed with his eyes open.

She put her things on the table next to her, turned around and shouted towards the door.

"Dr. Zhang! Captain Tang is awake!"

The footsteps approached from afar, chaotic and hurried.

Zhang Wennian was the first to rush in, followed by Chen Ming, Liu Qiang, Zhao Fan, and others.

"Don't move." Zhang Wennian pressed down on Tang Long, who was trying to get up, and shone a flashlight into his pupils.

He checked his heart rate and blood pressure again, and his furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"I'm lucky to be alive."

Tang Long's throat was parched, and his voice was hoarse: "Where are the others?"

"They're all still unconscious," Zhang Wennian replied, "but their vital signs are stable. You were the first to wake up."

Zhao Fan approached, his face still showing lingering fear.

"Captain Tang, when we found you, the car was stopped in the middle of the road, and everyone was unconscious."

"There were several zombies surrounding the car, which almost scared us to death."

"Thank you! You arrived just in time," Tang Long said weakly.

"That's right! We didn't slow down at all, just in case something happened to you." Zhao Fan smiled, then couldn't help but ask.

"By the way, Captain Tang, when we went to make backup, we noticed that there seemed to be quite a few people missing."

Tang Long's eyes dimmed slightly. He opened his mouth, then finally sighed.

"They sacrificed their lives."

The room fell silent the moment he said that.

Even though everyone had expected it, they still couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Chen Ming pushed up his glasses, breaking the silence.

"Tell me, what exactly happened between you? Or rather... what did you see?"

"We saw... the 'Queen'." Tang Long closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with unfathomable weariness and solemnity.

"Just like you guessed before, it's some kind of incomprehensible existence."