boom-
Xingyao turned to glance at Li Hao who was thrown on the bed, and then closed the door.
When the middle-aged man just left, he gave him another task: guard this guy and don't let him run around.
"Is this person still able to run? It's been ten days and a half months, I guess he can't even walk well."
Xingyao felt a little disapproval of this redundant explanation.
Although his original job was to be vigilant... But since the Air Force Corps as a whole is not as formal as before, such a small-scale and inconspicuous temporary job transfer is naturally no problem.
"But... to guard this bad guy, will I be infected with bad luck too?"
Xingyao leaned against the wall and thought boredly: "Damn, there's no one to chat with!"
To be honest, he was still very curious, of course not for Li Hao, but for the group of people who fought against Li Hao.
Openly confronted the Air Force regiment, overturned two groups of people in a row, and destroyed two helicopters...
These things have nothing to do with these people under them, but they have already been rumored.
An ordinary person who made a mess of the Air Force regiment, amazing!
Thinking of this, Xingyao glanced inside through the small window on the door, and couldn't help showing a sneer.
Usually dragged to the sky, isn't it being cleaned up by an ordinary person
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Li Hao, who was lying on the bed at this time, turned his head and glanced at the bottles of pills that had been thrown on the bedside table.
His eyes rolled around the house, and after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras, he suddenly sat up.
Quick and agile. Where is the look of being seriously injured just now
But in fact. This body injury is real. But this level of damage is nothing to zombies.
Coupled with the zombie's self-healing ability, at most he looks miserable on the outside, and his internal injuries are already healing quickly.
"call!"
Li Hao... Or Ling Mo, he jumped off the bed, quickly approached the door, and glanced out through the window.
The guard was already sitting on a chair at this time, although facing this side. But he didn't stare at the door.
"I didn't expect it to actually sneak in! And it wasn't immediately shot..."
Ling Mo was a little excited, the feeling of sneaking into the enemy's base camp was really different.
At least it was quite new to Ling Mo, which was different from the feeling of diving into the Falcon last time.
"Am I considered a new generation of Zero Zero Eight..."
But successfully sneaking in is just the beginning.
Ling Mo calmed down, then reached out and twisted the door handle.
"Kakaka..."
He tried it, and suddenly let go of his hand in disappointment.
Sure enough, the other party locked him up.
But for zombies, this kind of lock can be opened as long as it is slammed hard.
Only the door was locked and a guard was sent. It seemed that being beaten by Shana was the right choice.
A wounded person is always more confusing than a healthy person.
on the other hand. After all, Li Hao is the captain of the ninth detachment. Although he made a big mistake, he has not been dismissed.
Besides, didn't he come back by himself
Obviously, he could just walk away and be a big brother among a group of survivors, but he still ran back.
This alone is enough to make others relax their vigilance against him.
Look, Li Hao is so self-conscious, why is he still closely guarding it? It's a symbolic act...
"No hurry, no hurry, take your time."
Ling Mo turned his eyes to the house again and looked around.
This house is not a prison cell either. It looks like it should be Li Hao's own room, but it seems to have been searched.
The place where the guns might have been hung is now empty.
In addition to some daily necessities, his colleagues only left him a few bottles of medicine, and they didn't even look for a doctor.
"It's good if you don't look for it, wouldn't it be bad if you see something?"
Ling Mo was secretly relieved, this kind of treatment that was enough to piss off Li Hao himself made him very satisfied.
On one side of the house is the window facing the airport. Ling Mo leaned closer to the window, opened the corner of the curtain and glanced out, suddenly revealing a hint of surprise.
His eyes went to the wilderness in the distance, and then he waved suddenly.
At this moment, in the wilderness, a small figure suddenly jumped up: "Wow! That guy!"
"Shh!"
Ling Mo's body immediately covered Yu Shiran's mouth. Just as she was about to resist, she was sold by Heisi...
The silver thread of the black silk immediately tangled out, but instead wrapped the two of them tightly, and fell into the grass at the same time.
"No! No!"
"Heisi, your body has become that virtue, didn't you forget to pounce on me?! Damn it! Damn it!! Xiaobai, how dare you... ah!"
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This sudden change made the corpse puppet Ling Mo pause for a while, and it took two seconds to continue to move.
The window is facing the location where the main body group is lurking, which is good news, at least it makes the action a little more convenient.
Although the distance is a little farther, when there is a need, I can always think of a way.
In the back of the house is a storage room, but unfortunately, there is basically nothing else besides clothes.
"Forget it, the identity of a zombie is itself the greatest weapon."
Ling Mo raised his eyebrows indifferently, knocked off a locked drawer, and opened it.
"what?"
He reached out and pulled out a bunch of keys, took a curious look in his hand.
These security door keys are also covered with white tape, with the words: 201, 206 written on it with a ballpoint pen.
Obviously, this is the room number.
However, Ling Mo still doesn't know what these rooms are for.
It's one thing to absorb memory, but after all, it's not something that already exists in one's mind. Even if you encounter something familiar, you can't remember it all at once.
Just like the middle-aged man before... Ling Mo didn't speak, on the one hand to hide his identity, on the other hand, because he didn't even remember who that guy was!
"This young man Bai, you should pay more attention to interpersonal relationships! It's okay if you can't remember it, but that middle-aged uncle made it clear that he was your mortal enemy! You don't even remember the name of the enemy, really... "
Ling Mo murmured a few words in his heart, and put the bunch of keys close to him.
When he entered the door, he was already searched and changed his clothes. If he hides something now, he probably won't attract attention anymore.
From the middle-aged uncle's words, Ling Mo confirmed one of his guesses.
Li Hao fled back so embarrassedly, as long as he was not shot immediately, he would likely face repeated interrogations.
Explain all the information about Ling Mo and his party, and explain the cause and effect... Maybe even ask him where Ling Mo is now.
He looked like he was in pursuit, and he might have been attacked by Ling Mo many times along the way.
"It doesn't matter what they ask, just let me know whoever wants to kill me."
Ling Mo squeezed his fist lightly, and the veins on the back of his hand, which seemed to be no different from ordinary people, immediately bulged.
And those blood vessels that were originally dark blue gradually turned blood red.
He raised his head and looked at a mirror hanging behind a few clothes.
Inside the mirror was a pale and scarred face, but it was those eyes that suddenly turned blood red.
"If you want to kill me, I will die before your thoughts are implemented."
If this group of people were just a group of weaklings, Ling Mo might have let them go as a fart.
But these people are armed with strength, weapons, and connections.
They have the strength to kill themselves, but they have not yet realized that they need a stronger knife to hack themselves to death.
But now, they should realize.
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
Ling Mo clenched his fists suddenly and slammed his fist on the mirror.
The glass shattered silently, but there was no scar on the back of his hand.
It is not too difficult for Ling Mo to forcibly pile a zombie that is completely ignorant and will never regain its intelligence to the mutant level in a short period of time.
And a mutant-level zombie completely controlled by humans is a nightmare for such a large gathering place of survivors...