Xingyao turned his head and glanced at Li Hao who was thrown on the bed, and then closed the door.
When the middle-aged man left, he was given another task: to guard this guy and prevent him from running around.
"Can this person still run? In less than ten days and a half, he probably won't even be able to walk properly."
Xingyao felt a little disapproving of this unnecessary explanation.
Although his original job was to be on guard duty... but since the Air Corps as a whole is not as formal as before, this small-scale and inconspicuous temporary job transfer naturally has no problem.
"But... coming to guard this unlucky guy, will I also be infected with bad luck?"
Xingyao leaned against the wall and thought boredly: "Damn, there's not even anyone to chat with!"
To be honest, he was still very curious, not of course about Li Hao, but about the group of people who fought against Li Hao.
He openly confronted the air force, killed two groups of people in succession, and destroyed two helicopters...
These things have nothing to do with the people below them, but they have already spread a lot.
An ordinary person turned the air force into a mess, it was amazing!
Thinking of this, Xingyao glanced inside through the small window on the door and couldn't help but sneer.
I was usually dragged up to the sky, but was it taken away by an ordinary person?
…
Li Hao, who was lying on the bed at this time, 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.
His movements were nimble and nimble. Where could he still look like he was seriously injured just now?
But in fact, the injuries to this body are real. But this level of injury is 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 looked out through the window.
The guard had already sat on a chair. Although he was facing this way, he was not staring at the door.
"I didn't expect that I actually sneaked in! And I wasn't shot immediately..."
Ling Mo felt 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 last time he sneaked into Falcon.
"Am I considered a new generation of Zero and Eight..."
But successfully infiltrating is just the beginning.
Ling Mo calmed down for a moment, then reached out and turned the door handle.
"Kaka..."
He tried it and let go of it with some disappointment.
Sure enough, the other party locked him up.
But for zombies, this kind of lock only needs to be smashed hard to open.
They just locked the door and sent a guard. It seemed that being beaten by Shana was indeed the right choice.
A wounded person is always more confusing than a healthy person.
On the other hand, Li Hao is the captain of the ninth detachment after all. Although he made a big mistake, he has not been dismissed.
Besides, didn’t he come back by himself?
He could have run away and become a big brother among a group of survivors, but he still came back.
This alone is enough to make others relax their vigilance towards him.
Look, if Li Hao is so self-conscious, why is he still closely guarding him? It’s just a token thing...
"Don't rush, don't rush, take your time."
Ling Mo turned his attention 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 that it has been searched.
The place where guns might have been hung was now empty.
In addition to some daily necessities, his colleagues only left him a few bottles of medicine, and did not even ask a doctor to see him.
"If you don't look for it, wouldn't it be bad if you find something?"
Ling Mo felt secretly happy. This kind of treatment that could make Li Hao angry to death made him very satisfied.
On one side of the house was the window facing the airport. Ling Mo went to the window, opened the corner of the curtain and took a look outside, and suddenly showed a hint of surprise.
He cast his gaze towards the wilderness in the distance, and then suddenly waved his hand.
At this time, in the wilderness, a small figure suddenly jumped up: "Wow! That guy!"
"Shh!"
Ling Mo's body immediately covered Yu Shiran's mouth. Just when she wanted to resist, the black silk gave her away...
The black and silver threads were immediately entangled, wrapping the two of them tightly and falling into the grass at the same time.
"Uh! Uh!"
"Heisi, even if you have become so virtuous, don't you forget to attack me?! Damn it! Damn it!! Xiaobai, how dare you... ah!"
…
This sudden change caused the corpse puppet Lingmo to pause for a moment, and it took two seconds before he continued to act.
The window is facing the location where the main body and his group are lurking. This is good news. It can at least make movement a little more convenient.
Although the distance is a bit far, we can always find a way when necessary.
The back room of the house is a storage room, but unfortunately apart from clothes, there is basically nothing else to be found.
"Forget it, the identity of a zombie is its biggest weapon."
Ling Mo raised his eyebrows indifferently, knocked down a locked drawer, and opened it.
"Huh?"
He reached out and pulled out a bunch of keys, holding them in his hand and looking at them curiously.
These security door keys are also covered with white tape, with words like: 201, 206 written on them in ballpoint pen.
Obviously, this is the room number.
But Ling Mo still doesn't know what these rooms are for.
Absorbing memories is one thing, but after all, it is not something that is already in your mind. Even if you encounter something familiar, you will not be able to recall it all at once.
Just like the middle-aged man before... Ling Mo didn't speak, partly to hide his identity, and partly because he didn't even remember who that guy was!
"Young man Bai, you should pay more attention to interpersonal relationships! Forget it if you can't remember it, but that middle-aged uncle makes it clear that he is your mortal enemy! You don't even remember the name of your enemy. It's really...
"
Ling Mo muttered something in his mind and put the bunch of keys close to his body.
He had already been searched when he entered and had changed his clothes. If he hid something now, he probably wouldn't attract any more attention.
From the middle-aged uncle's words, Ling Mo confirmed one of his guesses.
Li Hao escaped back in such a mess. As long as he was not shot immediately, he would most likely face interrogations again and again.
Give him all the information about Ling Mo and his party, tell the story completely about the cause and effect... and maybe even ask him about Ling Mo's current location.
He looked like he was being chased, and he might have been attacked by Ling Mo many times along the way.
"It doesn't matter what they ask, as long as they let me know who is trying to kill me."
Ling Mo gently clenched his fist, 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 slowly turned into blood red.
He raised his head and looked at a mirror hanging behind some clothes.
In the mirror, there was a pale and scarred face, but what made people's heart palpitate was the pair of eyes that suddenly turned blood red.
"Those who want to kill me, I will kill you first before your thoughts are realized."
If this group of people were just a group of weaklings, Ling Mo might have dismissed them as nothing.
But these people have a lot of troops, strength, weapons, and connections.
They have the strength to kill themselves, but they have not yet realized that they need to use stronger knives to kill themselves.
But now, they should realize it.
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
Ling Mo clenched his fist suddenly and punched the mirror.
The glass shattered silently, but there was no scratch on the back of his hand.
It is not too difficult for Ling Mo to force a zombie that is completely ignorant and will never regain its intelligence to a mutant level in a short period of time.
And a mutated zombie completely controlled by humans is a nightmare for such a large gathering of survivors... (To be continued...)
