This is an underground parking lot located under the pedestrian street and covers a large area.
After stepping over the crooked landing gear and walking down a curve for more than 20 meters, we entered the dark parking lot.
The light gradually became dim, and at first glance, all we could see were abandoned cars.
At the top are various rusty pipes, densely packed, like blood vessels in a monster's body.
Several cars that were about to drive out of the parking lot crashed into the wall, with old blood stains still remaining on the broken glass, and a putrid smell lingered in the air.
In some places, you can still see the remains of corpses, covering the skulls in rags, and the two eye holes seem to be staring at every stranger who comes here.
At this time, Ling Mo was walking slowly forward in the driveway. In the empty and silent parking lot, his footsteps sounded particularly clear: "Pap, tap."
After taking out the infrared night vision goggles and putting it on his right eye, Ling Mo also released his spiritual tentacles.
Those pillars and vehicles blocked the view, and only the spiritual tentacles could barely detect it.
"You want to use a place like this to trick me...but why did Heisi and Yu Shiran come here?"
Feeling that the distance between the two parties' spiritual connection had shortened, Ling Mo stopped and sensed: "Could it be that Brother Tiger has been dealt with?"
He tried changing his perspective and found that Heisi didn't open his eyes. And it was impossible to switch to Yu Shiran.
After all, he and Yu Shiran have not yet established a direct spiritual connection.
"Forget it, find those two guys first. Hey, Sha Matt. And the guy with the tattoo. Come out..."
Ling Mo raised his voice and shouted.
"Hey! Kill Matt!"
There is no response except the echo...
At the exit leading to the pedestrian street, the door was closed, and it didn't look like anyone was passing through.
If they escape from there, they will definitely leave some traces.
Ling Mo searched the parking lot again. Every abandoned vehicle on both sides of the driveway looked suspicious, as if there must be something hidden in the deeper darkness.
When passing a place full of electric vehicles, a figure suddenly flashed past him.
The moment the figure appeared, Ling Mo's spiritual tentacles keenly captured it. He immediately turned around and his spiritual tentacles shot out directly.
After the silent collision, a faint halo appeared in Ling Mo's right eye.
Through infrared night vision goggles, Quinn's gothic makeup made her look as scary as a female ghost.
After forcibly receiving Ling Mo's blow, her face turned a little pale and her feet seemed a little unsteady, which was even more reminiscent of Sadako's charm.
Looking at Ling Mo, she suddenly grinned. She showed a cold smile, and then roared: "I'm not killing Matt! Goths are good at art!"
"When did painting the eye circles to look like pandas and making the mouth look like it was poisoned called it art... Wait, oh no, this woman is trying to distract me!"
Ling Mo quickly turned around, but there was no one behind him.
At the same time, from above his head, a figure suddenly jumped down, and a gust of air hit him directly.
"Bang!"
Ling Mo quickly turned sideways, and the air flow went down against his shoulder, making a big hole in the ground. Debris splashed up and hurt Ling Mo's calf.
Not only that, his shoulder also hurt a bit. When he reached out and touched it, it was sticky and the skin was broken and bleeding.
"Fuck!"
I didn't expect that the other party would climb up the pipe. No wonder his spiritual tentacles couldn't find anyone...
Moreover, this method of attacking from the east to the west is still very effective in such a place with severe lack of light.
The tattooed man failed to kill him with one blow, but when Ling Mo was about to counterattack, a cold light suddenly flew out from the direction of Quinn.
Unable to dodge, he quickly caught it with his mental tentacle net.
The flying knife hovered less than ten centimeters away from Ling Mo's left eyeball, as if it had hit something gelatinous.
However, there was actually a blood bag hanging on the top of the flying knife. After hitting the substantial spiritual tentacle net, it exploded violently.
The smell of the virus penetrated Ling Mo's nasal cavity, and his eyes were blocked by a bloody light.
"What a sinister method..."
Ling Mo stood motionless on the spot. The blood of the zombies was scattered on the ground. Apart from splashing on his calf, it did not touch his wounds.
When his vision returned, Quinn was gone and the tattooed man was gone.
"It seems that their estimate of my strength is quite realistic..."
The purpose of the tattooed man's attack was just to injure him. It would be great if they could kill him, but if they couldn't, they still had options.
So the real killer move is this attack from Quinn.
Although this flying knife is fast, its penetrating power is not strong. With Ling Mo's strength and nerve reaction speed, he will definitely be able to block it.
But no matter what method he uses to block it, the thin blood bag will burst, and the zombie blood filled in it will splash onto Ling Mo's wound.
Although the calculation was good, they didn't expect that Ling Mo had a disguised protective ability like the mental tentacle net.
"Nima..."
Even so, this still caused Ling Mo to suffer a small loss. The skin trauma on his shoulder, the dull pain in his calf...
"very good……"
Ling Mo had a relatively relaxed attitude just now, but now he became really serious.
After his strength improved, Ling Mo also developed some arrogance in his heart. He felt that although the environment was bad, he could live freely according to his own ideas.
Especially after leaving the Falcon Camp, the threat from the powerful human force temporarily disappeared, and the tight string in Ling Mo's mind seemed to relax a little bit.
But the series of attacks just now made Ling Mo wake up suddenly.
He may be very strong in terms of personal strength, but even an extremely weak ordinary person can pose a huge threat once they cooperate.
Just like ordinary zombies, when there are too many of them, they are like terrifying army ants. When there are too many, even Ling Mo has to stay away.
In many movies and TV shows, zombies seem to be able to fight with their own strength.
But in fact, no matter how resourceful you are, you can only ensure your own survival, rather than destroy this increasingly stronger population.
"I have to thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have to commit suicide sooner or later."
Ling Mo took a deep breath and gradually calmed down his somewhat arrogant attitude.
In the dark underground parking lot, it seems like there are crises hidden everywhere.
In such a complex environment, they could hide anywhere, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Mo.
"I don't know why, but this makes me a little excited..."
A stream of hot blood slowly rushed to the top of Ling Mo's head, and the tingling sensation on his shoulders made Ling Mo excited a little bit: "If you want to play, I will play with you!"
But excitement was excitement. In this case, Ling Mo returned to his previous caution.
He keenly observed the surrounding situation, and the sounds around him that had been ignored before now also penetrated into his ears.
In addition to some cold wind coming in, there was also the sound of water dripping.
"Zhizhi."
A mouse suddenly jumped from not far away and was pinned directly to the ground by Ling Mo's tentacles.
"And those two mice, I will definitely dig you out..."
As Ling Mo walked forward slowly, behind a car behind him, Brother Tiger was squinting his eyes and looking at Ling Mo warily.
He held his breath until Ling Mo's figure slowly walked away, and then he quickly took two deep breaths.
"This guy is so powerful. Fortunately, I didn't rush out... He has strong attack methods, defensive capabilities, and detection skills."
The tiger cast his gaze on the mouse. In the blur, he could only see a mass of bloody rotten meat: "I don't want to end up like that... Do you want to take the opportunity to escape?"
However, as soon as he moved his body, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and turned around quickly.
"Brother Tiger..."
In the shadow behind him, the tattooed man's cold smile looked particularly scary in the dim light: "Why are you here?"
"I...I'm here to help you." Tiger showed an ugly smile.
"You have brought us trouble again." The tattooed man's tone changed and he said somewhat rudely.
Tiger frowned and wanted to get angry, but thinking about the little devil's smile, he felt guilty.
"We... let's cooperate honestly, so that we can have a chance of survival." (To be continued...)