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

The atmosphere in the ward was somewhat oppressive.

Tang Long leaned against the headboard and described the terrifying scene above the sea of ​​clouds.

A giant woman's face formed from countless human heads floats in the night sky; lanterns of human heads emit a pale, eerie glow; and headless zombies stand with their hands clasped together, as if on a pilgrimage...

Every word made the room temperature drop a little.

Everyone was terrified, and a chill ran down their spines.

Even just hearing the description, you can feel the eeriness and malice that seeps into your bones.

Liu Qiang, who hadn't said much until now, couldn't help but swallow.

"Is this thing... still a zombie?"

"I don't know." Tang Long paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Seeing the oppressive atmosphere, he looked at Chen Ming beside him and forced an ugly smile.

"This medicine isn't working properly."

"The side effects are much more severe than before."

Chen Ming adjusted his glasses and answered seriously, "There's too little data; it's only a semi-finished product to begin with."

"Perhaps the potion doesn't contain enough life-sustaining agents, the energy isn't enough to repair itself, or perhaps the human body simply can't withstand such a high-intensity battle..."

"The specific reasons need to be investigated further!"

Tang Long nodded, and then said.

"In the end, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks! If it weren't for your thing, we might not have made it back."

The voice just fell.

boom!

"Report!" A police officer burst into the ward without permission, looking flustered.

"A large horde of zombies has been discovered converging in the city center!"

"Looks like they're coming this way!"

Tang Long's heart skipped a beat, and before he could even think further,

He yanked the needle out of the back of his hand, ignoring the excruciating pain, and struggled to get off the hospital bed.

"Let's go! Meeting in the conference room!"

……

Twenty minutes later.

Inside the meeting room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

On the projection screen, footage taken by a drone is playing.

The footage is somewhat shaky, and the shooting distance is quite far, but the terrifying scene that surges like a black tide is still clearly visible.

Countless black dots converged into a black river, slowly moving along the main road towards the Dongcheng District.

"This was captured by our search and rescue team, who were cleaning up the surrounding area, near the city center," Zhao Fan explained, pointing to the screen.

"The horde of zombies is spreading towards our base. At this rate, it will reach the safe zone in three days at most."

Everyone fell silent.

Three days.

The time allotted was so short it was despair-inducing, leaving absolutely no room for reaction.

beat?

The dark mass on the screen could be conservatively estimated to be hundreds of thousands of zombies.

Even if you pile up human lives, you can still kill them.

run?

The idea was barely out of reach when it was nipped in the bud by everyone.

Putting aside the fact that this base was the foundation that Tang Long and his team painstakingly built, and their chance to turn the tide in this apocalypse.

The key question is, where should we run to?

The city was teeming with zombies, and they knew nothing about the situation outside.

Moreover, while these combatants might be able to escape, what about the more than three thousand survivors in the base?

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly heavy.

Tang Long stared at the screen, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

He brought up the system interface and glanced at the numbers in the upper right corner.

[Order Points: 23147]

We are still short of the 30000 points required to upgrade the [Municipal Public Security Bureau (Lv4)] by nearly 7,000.

Unless a miracle occurs, it is absolutely impossible to gather them all within three days.

Moreover, even if you have enough points, it's useless.

After the base is upgraded, new weapons and equipment may appear, but they no longer have enough Order Points to purchase them.

Therefore, the only way to survive this zombie horde is to rely on the cards we have.

Tang Long's brain was working at lightning speed.

First, there was the guard team, which had a full strength of 227 people. Among them, Wang Hu and other members of the advance team for this exploration were still unconscious, so only about 220 people remained.

This amount of firepower is like a drop in the ocean compared to a horde of hundreds of thousands of zombies.

There simply isn't enough time to retrain survivors.

We must find a way to quickly improve our combat effectiveness.

Tang Long's gaze moved quickly across the system's exchange list, finally settling on the drone icon.

Instead of upgrading the 500-point police reconnaissance and strike drone, we looked at the original basic model.

Police Drones (Basic Version)

[Exchange Points: 200 points/unit]

[Note: Can be equipped with a simple attack mount, requires an additional +20 Order Points. Simple to operate, requires basic training.]

"Use a swarm of drones!" Tang Long's voice broke the silence.

All eyes turned to them.

"We are urgently recruiting from among the survivors anyone with drone operation experience, even if it's just having experience with model airplanes or being familiar with remote controls!"

"In addition, we will organize training courses with the simplest and most intensive teaching methods, including takeoff, hovering, forward movement, turning, and attack commands, and recruit 100 drone pilots."

"As for the drones, I'll handle that."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Yup!

100 well-trained police officers are hard to manage, but 100 gamers who know how to play games are a dime a dozen.

You don't need to be an expert; as long as you can fly, turn left and right, and press the launch button, that's enough.

This idea instantly sparked everyone's imagination.

Liu Qiang slammed his hand on the table: "That's it! Drones! They don't need to be sharpshooters or have great stamina, all they need to know is how to press buttons!"

"Also, we can get everyone to make Molotov cocktails and attach them to the drones, just like we did when we blew up the vine nests!"

"It's not just about Molotov cocktails," Chen Ming adjusted his glasses, "The base's defenses must be multi-dimensional. Raising and reinforcing the walls is the foundation, but we also need to set up multi-layered anti-infantry obstacles, traps, and remote-controlled detonation points."

"The zombie horde is slow, we can trade space for time!" Zhao Fan chimed in thoughtfully, "Set up numerous roadblocks, barbed wire, and abandoned vehicle barriers at key intersections around the base to slow them down! This will create an opening for defense and air strikes!"

"What about logistics? With so many drones, how do you charge them, maintain them, and resupply them?" someone asked.

"Divide the areas and set up field charging stations! Simplify the process and create an assembly line!" Someone immediately responded.

Everyone chimed in with their own suggestions.

As Tang Long listened to the discussion, a slight smile appeared on his tense face.

He stood up, placed his hands on the conference table, and scanned everyone with his eyes.

"Order!"

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

"From this moment forward, the safe zone base is entering the highest level of combat readiness!"

"Liu Qiang!"

"arrive!"

"You're in charge of organizing the manpower, reinforcing the walls, and setting up roadblocks and traps. I don't care what methods you use, within three days, I want to see an ironclad defense line around the base!"

"Yes!" Liu Qiang straightened his back and answered loudly.

"Zhao Fan!"

"arrive!"

"You are responsible for recruiting, training, and organizing pilots, as well as establishing organizational structure and setting up Molotov cocktail production."

"Also, I want to see the first batch of pilots in place before dark!"

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Zhao Fan's face was also filled with determination.

"Chen Ming!"

"I am here."

"Continue research and development of the potential-enhancing drug, ideally minimizing its side effects!"

"I'll do my best," Chen Ming said in a deep voice, pushing up his glasses.

"Zhang Wennian, Lin Xiaoruan, Zhao Jia."

"Prepare all medical supplies, set up a temporary field hospital, and be ready to receive the wounded at any time!"

"yes!"