Chapter 490 Nightmare Sneaking In

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Xingyao turned his head and glanced at Li Hao who was thrown on the bed, then closed the door.

Just before the middle-aged man left, he was given another task: guard this guy and don't let him run around.

"Is this person still able to run? It takes ten days and half a month. I don't think he can even walk properly."

Xingyao felt a little disapproving of this redundant explanation.

Although his original job was guard... But since the air force regiment as a whole is not as formal as before, such a small and inconspicuous temporary job transfer is naturally not a problem.

"But...to watch over this unlucky guy, will I also be infected with bad luck?"

Xingyao leaned against the wall, thinking boredly: "Damn, there's no one to chat with!"

To be honest, he was still very curious, not for Li Hao of course, but for the group of people who fought against Li Hao.

He openly confronted the Air Force Corps, overthrew two groups of people in succession, and destroyed two helicopters...

These things have nothing to do with the people under them, but they have already spread widely.

An ordinary person messed up the air force regiment, amazing!

Thinking of this, Xingyao glanced in 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?

...

At this time, Li Hao, who was lying on the bed, turned his head and glanced at the bottles of pills thrown on the bedside table.

His eyes rolled around the room, and after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras, he suddenly sat up.

The movements are quick and nimble, where does he look like he was seriously injured just now?

But in fact, the injury to this body was real, but this level of injury was nothing to a zombie.

Coupled with the zombie's self-healing ability, he only 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 then glanced out through the window.

The guard had already sat on a chair at this time. Although he was facing this side, he was not staring at the door.

"I didn't expect to sneak in here! And he wasn't shot immediately..."

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 sneaking into Falcon last time.

"Do I count as the new generation Zero Zero Eight..."

But the successful infiltration is only the beginning.

Ling Mo calmed down, then reached out and twisted the doorknob.

"Crack..."

He tried it, and let go of it in disappointment.

Sure enough, the other party locked him up.

But for zombies, this kind of lock only needs to be smashed hard to open it.

They only locked the door and sent a guard. It seemed that getting beaten up by Shana was indeed the right choice.

A wounded man is always more deceptive than a healthy man.

On the other hand, Li Hao is the captain of the ninth team after all. Although he made a big mistake, he has not been dismissed yet.

Besides, didn't he come back by himself?

Obviously he could just leave 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 guarding him closely? It's a symbolic gesture...

"No rush, no rush, take your time."

Ling Mo turned his gaze to the house again, and looked around.

This house is not a prison cell, 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 hung was now empty.

Apart from some daily necessities, his colleagues only left him a few bottles of medicine, and they didn't even ask the doctor to take a look.

"If you don't look for it, if you see something, wouldn't it be bad?"

Ling Mo felt secretly refreshed, this kind of treatment that was enough to piss off Li Hao himself made him very satisfied.

On one side of the house was the window facing the airport. Ling Mo moved closer to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out, revealing a hint of surprise.

He cast his eyes on the wilderness in the distance, and then waved his hand suddenly.

At this time, in the wilderness, a small figure suddenly jumped up: "Wow! That guy!"

"Hush!"

Ling Mo's body immediately covered Yu Shiran's mouth. Just as she wanted to resist, she was sold by Heisi...

The black silk and the silver thread immediately tangled up, but wrapped the two of them tightly, and fell to the grass at the same time.

"No! No!"

"Heisi, don't you forget to pounce on me even after your body has become so virtuous?! Damn it! Damn it!! Xiaobai, how dare you... ah!"

...

This sudden change caused Ling Mo, the corpse puppet, to pause for a moment, before continuing to move after two seconds.

The window is facing the position where the main body and his party are lurking. This is good news, at least it will make the action a little more convenient.

Although the distance is a bit far, but when necessary, we can always think of a way.

The inner room of the house is a storage room, but unfortunately there is basically nothing else to be found except clothes.

"Forget it, the identity of a zombie is itself the biggest weapon."

Ling Mo raised his eyebrows indifferently, knocked out a locked drawer, and pulled it open.

"what?"

He reached out and pulled out a bunch of keys, holding them in his hands and looking at them curiously.

These anti-theft door keys are still pasted with white tape, and the words: 201, 206 are written on it with a ballpoint pen.

Obviously, this is the room number.

But what these rooms are for, Ling Mo still doesn't know.

Absorbing memories is one thing, but after all, it is not something that you already have in your 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!

"Young man Bai, pay attention to interpersonal relationships! It's okay if you don't remember it, but that middle-aged uncle has made it clear that he and you are sworn enemies! You don't even remember the name of the enemy, really... "

Ling Mo muttered something in his heart, and put the bunch of keys close to his body.

When he entered the door, he had already been searched and changed his clothes. If he hid something now, he probably wouldn't attract attention.

From the middle-aged uncle's words, Ling Mo confirmed one of his guesses.

Li Hao fled back in such a state of embarrassment, as long as he was not shot immediately, he would most likely face interrogation again and again.

Explain all the information about Ling Mo and his party, and tell the whole story... Maybe even ask him where Ling Mo is now.

He looked as if he was being hunted down, and he might have been attacked by Ling Mo many times on the way.

"It doesn't matter what they ask, as long as I know that anyone who wants to kill me will do."

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 black and blue gradually turned blood red.

He looked up and looked at a mirror hanging behind some clothes.

Inside the mirror was a pale and scarred face, but what made people palpitate was the pair of eyes that suddenly turned blood red.

"Whoever wants to kill me, I'll kill you all before I realize your idea."

If this group of people were just a group of weaklings, Ling Mo might have let them go as a fart.

But these people have heavy troops, 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 fist violently and slammed it on the mirror.

The glass shattered silently, but there was no scar on the back of his hand.

It was not too difficult for Ling Mo to forcibly pile up a zombie that was completely ignorant and would never recover its intelligence to the mutation level in a short period of time.

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