The head of the regiment's face darkened instantly, and Ling Mo threw the corpse away.
At the same time that Ling Mo's right foot kicked out with a "hoo", the head of the regiment also ran into the compartment as if flying, and slammed the door shut.
While pressing hard against the door, the head of the regiment quickly took out the walkie-talkie.
His reaction is not slow, and this situation does not allow him to respond slowly—
The teenager Bai dragged a corpse back in, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. If he still couldn't realize that something was wrong, then he would just shove his head into the toilet.
There are two reasons why the first reaction would be to hide... for two reasons.
Although the big head looks like a big head and has no other features, it is actually a power user with good strength.
But he died cleanly, with no sign of a desperate fight.
Second...
Ling Mo's pockets were bulging and he clearly had a gun, and this unfortunate leader...
He just came out to go to the toilet, without a weapon!
Fortunately, the walkie-talkie has always been attached to the waist, and now it comes in handy...
Although I don't know what this young man is trying to do, this time is not to investigate the cause, but to find a way to protect himself.
However, just as he took out the walkie-talkie, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head.
It was as if someone suddenly punched him in the back of the head, and his vision was distorted.
And the hand that was about to turn on the walkie-talkie suddenly loosened, and there was a "pop" sound—
"Fuck!"
Although he immediately bit his tongue to regain his senses, the walkie-talkie had irreversibly completed that parabola and fell into the toilet...
"It doesn't matter. If you bite the bullet and fish it out now..."
"Pfft!"
A spark came out. Announced that the walkie-talkie was completely reimbursed.
"Isn't it waterproof and drop-proof! Su Qianrou. How dare you Falcons provide defective products to Lao Tzu!"
The head of the regiment stared frantically at the walkie-talkie, and then stubbornly pressed against the door of the compartment.
The bathroom here is not completely closed, and there are gaps about 20 cm wide on the left and right.
If Young White ran to stand on the toilet next door, he would be able to stick his head out...
But if he really did that, the head of the regiment wouldn't have to be nervous.
In addition, if you want to break through this place for a while, it will take a little effort.
The most important thing is that doing so will inevitably make a loud, continuous noise, which is for the boy Bai who was sneakily dragging the corpse in. Estimated to be the last resort.
The head of the regiment himself wanted to make some moves to attract the attention of outsiders, but what if this guy was in a hurry
"Li Hao! What do you want to do?"
Across the bathroom door, the head of the regiment roared.
In another place, his roar is enough to make an ordinary soldier tremble with fright.
But here, the anger of the head of the regiment seems to be a little lack of confidence...
"Yo, the walkie-talkie is gone. I have another one, do you want it?"
There was no emotional fluctuation in this voice, and there was no fluctuation in the tone, but the head of the regiment was so angry that he suddenly gritted his teeth.
Sure enough, this guy did it! Why didn't you know he had such a power before
"You kill your colleagues..."
As soon as the head of the regiment started, he heard the person outside readily admit: "Well. Didn't you see it all? There are also things you haven't seen, do you want to explain them together?"
"what?!"
The captain almost jumped up. But immediately thought that he was still blocking the door.
Although this lunatic hasn't tried to force his way through the door, he can't be careless...
From the moment he met Ling Mo's eyes, the head of the regiment had instinctively realized that this guy was dangerous and terrifying.
He even felt that this was completely different from the Li Hao in his impression!
"You also killed other people?!"
"Well, there are seventeen in total. They are all your loyalties..." The other party replied honestly.
If it were someone else, the head of the regiment would definitely jump on his feet and scolded "fart"!
But this tone...
Oh shit! This is a lunatic!
"What do you want?" the captain asked again.
Ling Mo let out a blank expression, took two steps back slowly, and then clenched his fists suddenly.
If the regimental commander turned his head at this moment, he would find that the lock that he had fastened was slowly turning...
"what do you want… "
"That's right! What exactly do you want?" The head of the regiment suddenly felt that there was drama and asked quickly.
Although he holds a lot of power, he has not done such a thing personally for a long time.
Unlike the Falcon, where the strong are the best, the Air Force regiment is more "traditional".
The surviving soldiers and officers of the old air regiment are the core of the power hierarchy that forms the current new air regiment.
The head of the regiment is a typical one, who can play with power and tricks, but also knows how to be ruthless.
But... none of these talents can bring any help to the predicament in front of him!
Damn I'm not good at fighting!
However, as long as this guy still has the mind to negotiate conditions, then his chance will come!
The head of the regiment prepared a bunch of rhetoric, and he was sure that this hairy boy would fall into his own trap step by step.
"If I tell you that I am Ling Mo, can you understand what I want?"
As soon as these words came out, the head of the regiment immediately showed a hint of doubt: "What?"
However, before he could think about it, the door suddenly opened silently.
The head of the regiment staggered, then turned around in a panic.
However, what greeted him was a pair of blood-red eyes and a fist like a hammer: "I want your life!"
"Bang!"
After a muffled sound, a large group of blood flowers burst out in front of Ling Mo's eyes.
As the squat body fell to the toilet, a stream of blood ran down his legs and slowly spread across the floor.
"I haven't pulled the zipper yet..."
Ling Mo glanced down, and then showed a hint of disgust: "Although the status is the head of the regiment, your little friend is obviously only a reserve recruit..."
"Cuckoo..."
The head of the regiment rolled his eyes and stared at Juvenile Bai with astonishment: "You...you are...Ling Mo..."
"Borrowing weapons, borrowing power, no matter how strong the power in your hand is, you are still a mess..."
A few minutes later, the one who came out of the cubicle was no longer Li Hao wearing a hood, but the "head of the regiment" with a red and swollen nose.
He twisted his neck, took two steps stiffly, and then turned on the walkie-talkie in his hand: "It's me. The situation... how's it going... "
The voice has a strong nasal tone, but with such a nose, no one will doubt anything...
The Air Force has experienced a long period of riots, and some zombies have broken into the interior.
After a scuffle, when the bodies of casualties were cleaned up, people were surprised to find that many high-level executives had died in the riots.
Moreover, it seems that they are all loyal supporters of the head of the regiment, usually arrogant and domineering, and do not take human life as their fate.
Some imaginative people immediately thought of certain aspects, but the head of the regiment who should be most furious, even mad, was unexpectedly silent.
This riot that lasted for most of the day finally came to an end at dusk, and at this time, a report was also handed over to the head of the regiment's table.
The air team sent by the Air Corps lost all information.
"The spider queen has really evolved again. I wiped out the air team, and I don't know what happened to her?"
"Head of the regiment" pinched his chin and thought for a while, then threw the report on the table.
At this time, the Air Force regiment was a mess. Although most of the people's attention was still on the sudden zombie attack, some people had already turned their attention to the death of the high-level people.
This is an opportunity for a power reshuffle, maybe someone wants to take the opportunity to climb up, maybe someone else has other ideas...
But among these people, there is no one who can really come forward to challenge the head of the regiment, or even replace him.
The main thing is that the impact of the zombie assault has not yet passed.
However, Ling Mo didn't intend to bother to deal with such a boring thing for him. He even closed the office and pretended to drop several teacups.
In this way, naturally no one will come to touch the bad luck and provoke him, the fake head of the team.
"They should be here tonight, right? Just leave this kind of thing to them. The high-level people are almost dead, and the rest of the people will choose what to do. It's up to them to fool."