Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight holding chicken feathers as arrows
Through the infrared night vision goggles, Ling Mo could clearly see the change of expression on the big man's face.
He looked at Ling Mo unhappily, rolled his eyes and ignored him, then turned to the other team members and said, "Haha, didn't you hear Captain Xia's order clearly?"
The big man moved out of Xia Zhining, and the team member's voice immediately faded.
"But what Brother Ling said makes sense..."
No one wants to go back and face those mutated zombies, even if they can take a breather.
"Then do you listen to him or Captain Xia?"
The big man spat on the ground and said.
The team members hesitated in embarrassment for a while, and one of them asked Ling Mo in a low voice: "How about we go back together? After all, it is the captain's order..."
"I'm here to cooperate with you, not to listen to your captain's orders."
Ling Mo said directly: "Besides, at this time, rather than giving rigid orders, I am more willing to make the judgment I think is appropriate based on the specific situation. If you want to go back, just go by yourself. My girlfriend and I will go to the carriage.
Wait."
It seems that these team members are still unclear about his role. Even if he doesn't obey Xia Zhining's order, it doesn't matter. This order has no control over him in the first place.
When they heard that they had to turn around and go back by themselves, these team members were stunned.
They were afraid of Xia Zhining, but they cherished their own lives even more.
After looking at each other, these people stood beside Ling Mo silently and expressed their position.
The big man was about to say something, but he didn't expect that his companions would "betray" him so quickly. His face turned red with anger, and he felt that he was instantly disgraced.
"Fuck! A bunch of cowards! What a shame for our Falcons!"
He had a loud voice and an angry tone, and even punched the wall, making a muffled "bang" sound.
"This man is really angry... He's not afraid of attracting zombies after all this trouble. He clearly uses chicken feathers as arrows..."
Ling Mo glanced at him speechlessly, snorted coldly, and said nonchalantly: "Then don't you just go back and be done with it?"
These words immediately choked the big man and swallowed back the rest of the curse. He stared at Ling Mo with wide eyes, sneered and said:
"Haha, what does it have to do with you, an outsider, if I'm talking to my teammates? This order has nothing to do with you, but it does."
He calmly raised the muzzle of the gun, thinking that no matter how strong these superpowers were, their bodies were still very fragile and would collapse with just one shot.
As long as he holds a gun, he will be confident.
The actions of his teammates made him blame Ling Mo for his anger.
Although he was angry, the big man did not shoot rashly. His action was more of a threat.
"You pointed a gun at me?"
Ling Mo immediately caught his action keenly.
A burst of anger immediately rushed up, Ling Mo moved suddenly, and the big man put his finger on the trigger without hesitation.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his head hurt as if hundreds of needles had been inserted into it at the same time, and his fingers immediately lost their strength.
"Bang!"
Ling Mo flew up and kicked the big man hard in the belly.
The big man, who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms, flew backwards after being kicked by Ling Mo and landed two or three meters away.
"What a fool!"
The big man coughed violently, struggled to stand up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed loudly.
Before he could react, he kicked the same position again.
After landing hard this time, a mutated zombie suddenly rushed out from the darkness behind him.
This mutated zombie seemed to have been seriously injured. Half of the bloody body had stopped bleeding, and its muscles were constantly squirming, quickly repairing the wounds he had suffered.
As soon as he appeared, he jumped directly on the big man from behind and hung on his back.
The big man, who was feeling dizzy, felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his neck before he could recover.
"Ah! Ah! Save me! Save me quickly!"
Others raised their guns one after another, but the big man and the zombie were so close together that they couldn't shoot at all.
In severe pain, a hint of defeat flashed in the big man's eyes.
Even if he survived, he was still dead. If Ling Mo hadn't kicked him to this place, how could he have been attacked...
A strong hatred made the big man's eyes turn red. He suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at Ling Mo again.
"Damn it! You will be buried with me!"
But at this moment, the mutated zombie suddenly wrapped its arms around his head.
"Crack!"
After a soft sound, the big man's head was immediately twisted into a strange angle.
His eyes widened and he fell down unwillingly.
After one shot, the mutated zombie was immediately blasted out and would not get up again.
"If he hadn't had such a loud voice, how could he have attracted zombies who were not dead?" Ling Mo shook his head and said.
This incident was obviously an accident, but seeing Ling Mo's calm and composed expression, one couldn't help but feel something.
It seems that all of this is in his calculations...
This feeling made everyone present shudder secretly. They looked at each other and saw strong fear in each other's eyes.
"He brought it upon himself..." one of them whispered.
Several other people also nodded. Although they couldn't tell the truth of the matter, they had reached a consensus on the story.
This kind of performance is exactly what Ling Mo wants to see. Only by using this method can we truly frighten these pretentious elites.
The front of the carriage is relatively safer, but it is not absolute. Ling Mo needs these people to be obedient and not just follow him to survive.
"I don't know if any other zombies have been attracted here. Let's leave quickly."
Ling Mo lifted his backpack up and said.
He took two steps forward and looked back at them: "If anyone else wants to leave, please do it yourself."
Of course, these people would not joke with their own lives. If they left Ling Mo and encountered mutated zombies again, they would probably not even have a chance to shoot.
When Ye Lian and the three girls passed by them, these people also showed a look of awe.
The tyrannical strength of the three of them also impressed these people, subverting their previous impressions.
"Who dares to say that those three beauties are procrastinators now..."
"Oh, shut up now. Whoever talks about it now is an idiot!"
After walking out of the corner, Ling Mo noticed that in the chaos just now, they actually ran near the commercial area of the subway station.
However, it was not far from the station hall, and the group of people quietly ran along the wall.
Ye Lian reached out and grabbed Ling Mo, and whispered: "I... I will lead the way... I saw the road map when I came in."
"Okay." Ling Mo immediately showed a happy smile and nodded.
The zombies' memory ability is indeed extremely powerful. Although they only took a glance, Ye Lian seemed to have been here countless times, leading them out quickly in the darkness.
Some ordinary zombies also appeared on the road. Although the team members were awakened by the mutated zombies and panicked, they still showed good combat effectiveness when facing ordinary zombies.
These ordinary zombies were all eliminated without Ling Mo taking action.
Soon, the eerie subway train appeared ahead again.
Ling Mo and others stopped after passing the ticket gate, squatted in a corner and waited quietly for others to appear.
Ling Mo's spiritual tentacles are always stretched out like antennas, so whether they are humans or zombies, they can be discovered immediately.
However, the rapid consumption of mental energy forced Ling Mo to pull Shana into his arms and kiss her deeply.
"Ahem..."
These team members immediately noticed this scene and suddenly showed extremely envious expressions.
Under the pressure of life and death crisis, everyone wants to imitate Ling Mo and kiss the one they love passionately.
This is not only a release of stress, but also a stronger motivation to survive.
But it's a pity that there were three beauties present, but only Ling Mo could kiss them.
One of the teammates turned his head and glanced at his companion, who was also staring at him.
After the two of them looked at each other, one of them immediately trembled all over and said, "Get out of here, don't try to trick me!"
"Holy shit, if you don't want to, how do you know what I'm thinking!" To be continued.)
