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

One order after another was issued.

Everyone received their assigned tasks and quickly left the meeting room.

Tang Long sat quietly for a moment, then slowly got up and walked towards the equipment area.

"System, I want to redeem 100 basic drones."

[Ding! 100 Police Drones (Basic Model) required, 20000 Order Points required. Confirm?]

"confirm."

[Exchange successful, 20000 points consumed, remaining Order Points: 3147.]

"At the same time, we will equip all drones with simple attack pylons," Tang Long added.

This is the key point: the rack itself is not expensive, but it is compatible with homemade weapons such as Molotov cocktails and improvised explosive devices.

[Attach 100 Light Attack Modules, requiring 2000 Order Points. Confirm?]

"confirm."

[Loading successful. 2000 points consumed, remaining Order Points: 1147.]

Click~ Click~ Click~

The doors of a row of weapon cabinets against the wall slid open one by one.

Inside each cabinet, ten black metal boxes are neatly stacked, with silver police badges and simple drone diagrams printed on them.

Tang Long took a deep breath and looked outside the door: "A few people, move the things out! Hand them over to Captain Zhao Fan for signature."

"Yes."

.....

the other side.

A large number of survivors have already gathered in the safe zone square.

Zhao Fan was holding a large megaphone, standing on a makeshift platform.

"I'll repeat myself! Anyone who has ever played with drones, model airplanes, or even is familiar with the feel of remote controllers, assemble in front of the main building immediately! This is a call to arms, not a request!"

In the square, many survivors became agitated.

"Can playing games put food on the table?"

"What are they trying to do? Are they sending us to our deaths?"

Zhao Fan shouted again.

"This is a recall order, not a request! Don't wait for us to come and ask you to come; get here immediately."

It would have been better if these words hadn't been said; as soon as they were said, many people instinctively backed away.

However, quite a few people seemed to have sensed something and took the initiative to step forward.

"I...I can!"

A thin arm was raised from behind the crowd.

A young man with thick-rimmed glasses and greasy hair squeezed out.

"I used to be... the city runner-up in the drone racing competition." The young man stammered, his eyes darting around, avoiding eye contact with those around him.

In the apocalypse, someone with such poor physical abilities was always at the very bottom of the social hierarchy.

Zhao Fan jumped out of the car, strode up to him, and grabbed him by the collar.

The young man trembled in fright: "No...don't hit me, I work slowly because..."

"Nobody's going to hit you." Zhao Fan shoved a remote control into his arms and pointed to a designated testing area at the edge of the plaza, where a newly assembled basic drone was parked.

"Now, here's a drone. I need you to get it to take off within one minute, go around that flagpole, and hover above my head. Can you do that?"

The young man was stunned.

He lowered his head, looking at the black handle in his hand, and something ignited in his previously cloudy eyes.

"In less than a minute."

The young man took a deep breath and skillfully moved the joystick.

Om-!

The drone propellers in the test area spun rapidly in an instant, and the drone body lifted off the ground lightly, like a falcon infused with a soul.

It drew a perfect figure-eight in the air and then hovered steadily less than half a meter in front of Zhao Fan's nose, with almost no shaking.

"Beautiful." Zhao Fan nodded in satisfaction and patted the other person on the shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Li...Li Residence".

"From now on, you don't need to do manual labor anymore." Zhao Fan turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Arrange yourselves! We'll issue police bulletproof vests, three meals a day, meat included!"

boom!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Meat?

In this apocalyptic world of extreme scarcity, the mere mention of the word "meat" has excited many people.

"I can! I've flown agricultural drones before!"

"I'm on CS:GO, top tier! My hands are rock steady!"

"I have a driver's license... no, I have a model airplane certificate!"

Countless hands were raised; the will to survive temporarily overwhelmed everything.

……

On the west side of the site, there was the original first floor of a residential building.

This place has been converted into a temporary assembly line workshop.

The pungent smell of gasoline mixed with the alkaline smell of soap stung the eyes.

Hundreds of women and elderly people sat around a long table, deftly pouring sugar, laundry detergent, and rubber granules into a murky gasoline drum, stirring it into a thick, gelatinous substance.

This is a simplified version of Liu Qiang's "homemade solidified gasoline formula". Although it is not as powerful as regular military products, it has strong adhesion and long-lasting combustion.

"Hurry up! Seal the bottle opening! Check it three times!" A police officer patrolled the corridor.

"Everyone must be careful. If even a single drop leaks out, you will be dealt with according to military law. This is not a joke."

......

Outside the safety zone perimeter wall.

The roar of engines filled the air.

The crane welded heavy steel plates onto the wall.

Sharp steel bars were whittled into meter-long spikes and densely embedded upside down on the top of the wall, forming a menacing barrier.

Liu Qiang stood on the base of a sentry tower that was being reinforced, his body covered in dust and grease.

"Faster! Faster! The cement pouring can't stop! The second layer of barbed wire must be put up tonight!" Liu Qiang's shout was still clear amidst the noise.

......

In the laboratory.

Chen Ming's hair was like a bird's nest, and he kept pacing around the room.

"The energy ratio is still wrong; the destructive crystal is too aggressive."

"The energy of the Life Crystal is too mild; it simply cannot be suppressed..."

He muttered to himself, his pen drawing complex formulas on the draft paper, which he then crossed out in frustration.

......

Two days later.

In the early morning, a thin mist hung in the air.

The vanguard of the zombie horde has already appeared on the outer streets of the East District.

Zhao Fan lay on the roof of an unfinished building a kilometer away, holding binoculars, his palms sweaty.

Through the lens, the black tide was slowly and steadily surging along the main channel.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Liu Qiang, I see them. The plan is going well. I estimate there are at least three thousand zombies, heading straight for the trap we set up."

They can't wait for the zombies to reach the walls of the safe zone before they fight back.

The core of the plan is to block the wide main roads as much as possible, and create gaps in the side alleys and streets.

In this way, the massive horde of zombies will be like sand in a funnel, constantly being divided into small streams, and then separated and annihilated.

To deplete their manpower to the greatest extent possible.

Liu Qiang's calm voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Received, I'm all ready on my end too."

Zhao Fan put down the walkie-talkie and turned to look behind him.

"Brothers, it's time to test our results." He took a deep breath: "Drone formation, move out!"

Om-!

A black swarm of fifty drones rose from various hidden corners, merging into a steel torrent.

They swooped low, skimming the streets.