Xing Yao turned his head and glanced at Li Hao, who was thrown on the bed, and then closed the door.
Before the middle-aged man left, he gave him another task: Guard this guy and don't let him run around.
"Can this person still run? He probably won't even be able to walk properly without ten days to half a month. "
Xing Yao felt a little disapproving of this extra explanation.
Although his original job was to guard … Since the Air Force Regiment as a whole was not as formal as before, this kind of small and inconspicuous temporary job transfer was naturally not a problem.
"But … to guard this unlucky fellow, will I also be infected with bad luck?"
Xing Yao leaned against the wall and thought bored, "Damn, there's no one to chat with!"
To be honest, he was still very curious. Of course, not about Li Hao, but about the group of people who fought with Li Hao.
They openly confronted the Air Force Regiment, knocked over two groups of people in a row, and destroyed two helicopters …
These things had nothing to do with the people under them, but they had already spread like wildfire.
An ordinary person made a mess of the Air Force Regiment, amazing!
Thinking of this, Xing Yao glanced inside through the small window on the door, and couldn't help but sneer.
He was usually arrogant, but wasn't he beaten 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 turned around the room, and after confirming that there were no surveillance cameras, he suddenly sat up.
His movements were agile and nimble, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured just now.
But in fact, this body was really injured, but this level of injury was nothing to zombies.
Coupled with the self-healing ability of zombies, he only looked miserable on the outside, and his internal injuries had already healed quickly.
"Hoo!"
Li Hao … or Ling Mo, jumped out of the bed, quickly approached the door, and then glanced out through the window.
The guard was sitting on a chair at this time. Although he was facing this side, he didn't stare at the door.
"I didn't expect him to actually sneak in! And he didn't get shot immediately … "
Ling Mo was a little excited. The feeling of sneaking into the enemy's headquarters was really a little different.
At least for Ling Mo, it was quite a fresh experience. This was different from the last time he infiltrated the Falcon.
"Do I count as the new generation 008 …"
However, the successful infiltration was only the beginning.
Ling Mo calmed himself down and turned the doorknob.
"Ka ka …"
He gave it a try and immediately let go in disappointment.
As expected, the other party had locked him up.
But for zombies, this kind of lock only needed to hit it hard to open.
He only locked the door and sent a guard. It seemed that getting beaten up by Xia Na was the right choice.
A wounded man is always more puzzling than a healthy one.
On the other hand, Li Hao was the captain of the ninth detachment after all. Although he had made a big mistake, he had not been dismissed.
Besides, didn't he run back by himself?
He could have just left and become a big brother in a group of survivors, but he still came back.
Just this alone was enough to make others lower their guard against him.
Look, Li Hao was so self-aware, why was he still closely guarded? It's just a symbolic act ….
"No hurry, no hurry, take your time."
Ling Mo turned his eyes to the inside of the room and looked around.
This room was not a prison cell. It seemed to be Li Hao's own room, but it seemed to have been searched.
The place where the gun could have been hung was now empty.
In addition to some daily necessities, his colleagues only left him a few bottles of medicine. They didn't even look for a doctor.
"It's good that they didn't look for him. Wouldn't it be bad if they found something?"
Ling Mo was secretly happy. This kind of treatment was enough to piss Li Hao off, but it made him very satisfied.
On one side of the room was a window facing the airport. Ling Mo went to the window, opened the corner of the curtain and glanced out. He suddenly showed a hint of surprise.
He cast his gaze towards the distant wilderness, and then suddenly waved his hand.
At this time, in the wilderness, a small figure suddenly jumped up, "Wow! That guy! "
"Shh!"
Ling Mo immediately covered Yu Shiran's mouth. She just wanted to resist, but she was betrayed by Black Silk …
Black Silk Thread's silver threads immediately wrapped around the two of them tightly, causing them to fall onto the grass at the same time.
"Oh! Oh! "
"Black Silk, your body has become like that, and you still don't forget to throw yourself at me?! Shit! Shit!! Xiao Bai, you dare … Ah! "
…
This sudden change made the zombie puppet Ling Mo pause for two seconds before he continued to move.
The window was facing the hiding place of the original body. This was good news, at least it could make the action more convenient.
Although the distance was a bit far, but when needed, he could always find a way.
The inside of the room was a storage room. Unfortunately, except for clothes, there was basically nothing else.
"Forget it, the zombie identity itself is the biggest weapon."
Ling Mo indifferently raised his eyebrows, casually knocked off a locked drawer, and pulled it open.
"Huh?"
He reached out and pulled out a bunch of keys, curiously looked at them in his hand.
These security door keys, there was also a white tape, on it was written with a ballpoint pen: 201,206.
Obviously, this was the room number.
But as for what these rooms were for, Ling Mo still didn't know.
Absorbing memories was one thing, but after all, it was not something that originally existed in his brain. Even if he encountered something familiar, he couldn't immediately remember it.
Just like the middle-aged man before … Ling Mo didn't speak, on one hand, to hide his identity, on the other hand, because he couldn't remember who that guy was!
"Young Bai, you should pay more attention to interpersonal relationships! It's fine if you can't remember, but that middle-aged man clearly looks like you're a mortal enemy! You don't even remember the enemy's name, really … "
Ling Mo muttered a few words in his heart, and put the keys close to his body.
When he entered the door, he had already been searched, and he also changed his clothes. Now, if he hid something, it would probably not attract any attention.
From the words of the middle-aged man, Ling Mo confirmed one of his guesses.
Li Hao fled back in such a sorry state, as long as he was not immediately shot, it was likely that he would face repeated interrogation.
Explaining all the information about Ling Mo and his party, telling the cause and effect completely … Maybe they would ask him about Ling Mo's current location.
He looked like he was being chased, and maybe he was attacked by Ling Mo several times on the way.
"It doesn't matter what they ask, as long as I know who wants to kill me."
Ling Mo gently squeezed his fist, and the blue veins on the back of his hand, which looked no different from an ordinary person, immediately bulged.
And those originally dark blue blood vessels slowly turned blood red.
He raised his head and looked at a mirror hanging behind a few pieces of clothes.
In the mirror, there was a pale and scarred face, but what made people palpitate was the pair of eyes that suddenly turned blood red.
"Those who want to kill me, I will kill all of you before you even have the chance to do so."
If this group of people was just a group of weaklings, Ling Mo might have let them go like a fart.
But these people had the strength, the strength, the weapons, and the network of connections.
They had the strength to kill him, but they had not yet realized that they needed a stronger knife to kill him.
But now, they should have realized it.
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
Ling Mo suddenly clenched his fist and punched the mirror.
The glass shattered without a sound, but the back of his hand didn't have a single scar.
It was not too difficult for Ling Mo to force a completely ignorant zombie that would never recover its intelligence to the mutant level in a short period of time.
And a mutant zombie that was completely controlled by a human was a nightmare for such a large survivor gathering place …
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