With no rescue information for such a long time, the administration had copsed.


    Laws were as worthless as scraps of paper; they no longer bound them.


    This left Daniel immensely satisfied, like a fish returning to water.


    Although the outside world was swarming with zombies, they were just minor problems that could be gradually dealt with, and there would eventuallye a day when they were all cleared.


    However, restoring social order was not as simple as one might think.


    They could now act as they pleased, living carefree lives, as long as they had enough resources under their control.


    Only then could Daniel effectively control the people beneath him.


    The current progress was good; every day they went out, they gathered more and more resources.


    Yesterday, in particr, they raided a liquor store.


    Finally, his brothers had cigarettes to smoke and liquor to drink!


    Before the apocalypse, Daniel and his brothers indulged in revelry at the nightclub every day.


    Their demand for alcohol and women was particrly high. Originally, there was no alcohol, and there was only one woman.


    Naturally, Daniel couldn''t monopolize her. Women should be shared among brothers.


    Brothers were family, they wererades! But he also reminded his brothers to take it easy and not go overboard!


    Only by providing food, drinks, and entertainment for his brothers could they truly be brothers and follow him with peace of mind.


    Daniel was well-versed in the art of employing people.


    He looked towards the middle-aged man standing beside him, who was the driver for the day.


    "You did well today! We''re quite familiar with each other now. I remember you still owe me some money, don''t you?"


    "Of course, Big Brother, I remember it well! In these times, money isn''t really money anymore, so I thought I''d do a bit more to make up for it!"


    The middle-aged man bowed apologetically.


    "As long as you have this intention, it''s good! We''re all in the same boat! Later, go to him and get two bottles of liquor, consider it a reward for you!"


    Daniel pointed to the heavily tattooed man who was the only one not ying cards but instead guarding the supplies nearby.


    "Alright! Thank you, Big Brother!"


    After sending off the middle-aged man, Daniel lit a cigarette, pondering whether he should promote another brother to show the others a path to advancement.


    But to be honest, he looked down on these people a bit. They were all cowards and thieves!


    No, not even thieves, they were just petty thieves, gamblers, and clients of prostitutes. What he admired most was the Keymaster.


    He had heard of that kid; he was quite a character. Going to the police station was like going home for him.


    The Keymaster was a talented individual, especially in lockpicking... but he wasn''t greedy. He only took what he needed to eat and drink for a few days.


    So even though he was often caught, he would only be detained for a few days. Sometimes people suspected he did it on purpose.


    Daniel admired hisck of greed; as long as he had food and drink, he was content. Daniel intended to promote him.


    He nned to let himplete two risky tasks, set an example, and then invite him to join his own gang.


    But he didn''t expect that the kid wouldn''t return after the second time.


    Whether he was dead or alive was unknown!


    Thinking about this, Daniel sighed.


    Oh well, let it be.


    He would promote whoever he found suitableter on!


    In the afternoon, Elijah and Daisy slept again for a while, conserving their energy, until evening when they woke up.


    By now, their biological clocks hadpletely adjusted, reversing day and night.


    They changed into fresh clothes and didn''t rush out; instead, they waited until around eleven or twelve at night.


    Elijah watched as the shlight inside the police station went outpletely before he and Daisy descended the stairs.


    The mutated female zombie had been guarding on the ground floor, and Elijah let her take the lead.


    The two of them and the zombie turned into an alley, walking smoothly to the entrance of the police station without encountering any zombies, thanks to the thugs inside who had cleaned up again in the afternoon.


    The doors of the police station were nked by cement walls, not very high.


    So instead of unlocking them, Elijah used his own strength to effortlessly vault over them.


    Uponnding, Elijah tried to make as little noise as possible, then signaled Daisy.


    Daisy''s movements were even more agile, like a cheetah, elegantly and calmly vaulting over.


    Uponnding, she deftly dispersed the force from her hands and feet, executing the entire movement in one breath, silently and seamlessly.


    "Does Daisy''s ability enhance agility and speed?" A thought shed through Elijah''s mind.


    They continued walking inside together, leaving the mutated female zombie outside to prevent anyone from escaping.


    This group of people probably had confidence in their own strength or hadn''t considered that zombies could break through the gates.


    Therefore, the main entrance of the two-story police station wasn''t locked, which made it convenient for Elijah.


    They cautiously opened the door and entered.


    Elijah didn''t pause but went straight to the second floor.


    After observing for half a day in the afternoon, he had already figured out the positions of the four gunmen and Daniel, all in the second-floor offices.


    ording to the description he had received from Keymaster in his previous life, as soon as night fell, Daniel would order everyone to enter the rooms and have a few brothers lock them in to prevent anyone from turning into a zombie and endangering others under cover of darkness.


    The keys were left in the lobby on the ground floor, and the next day, a few of their brothers would go and unlock the doors.


    If anyone had turned into a zombie, it would be easier to deal with.


    Daniel and his four brothers lived in the office on the second floor, which didn''t need to be locked, but they couldn''t juste and go as they pleased.


    Therefore, Elijah only needed to deal with the five thugs upstairs, while the people downstairs didn''t need to be concerned about.


    After hearing about Daniel''s method of handling things for the first time, Elijah didn''t have any special feelings.


    Because during the apocalypse, all gathering ces did the same.


    Of course, it wasn''t as exaggerated as not locking the doors; simply closing the door was enough to keep most zombies out.


    This was also why most survivors formed groups of three to five.


    With more people, room allocation was also a problem.


    Seeing Daniel''s actions now, being able toe up with this method at the outbreak of the virus was also a talent.


    But the result... it made Elijah''s job easier.


    Elijah and Daisy stealthily made their way to the second floor.


    There were many rooms here, and Elijah didn''t know which room the thugs were in.


    So the two of them began searching one room at a time.


    The first room they opened had no one inside, so Elijah continued to the second.


    It wasn''t until the third room that they hadn''t opened yet that they smelled a strong scent of alcohol.


    When they opened the door, sure enough, they found a sleeping figure on the floor inside.


    Elijah asked Daisy to wait at the door while he quietly went in.


    The floor was covered with a quilt, and on top of it was a cool mat.


    A man with a scar on his face was sleeping soundly with his head towards the door, snoring loudly.


    This made things easier!


    Elijah approached, grasped the man''s head with both hands, and twisted it forcefully.


    "Crack!"


    With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the scar-faced man didn''t even utter a scream and was instantly killed.


    Elijah breathed a sigh of relief.


    This was the terror of Daisy''s ability!


    Dealing with zombies at night might still be somewhat interesting.


    But assassinating people, there was really no limit, and they didn''t even know how they died.


    Having guns, so what? It doesn''t even give you a chance to react!