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Xingyao turned his head to look at Li Hao, who was thrown onto the bed, and then closed the door.

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

"Can this man still run? In less than ten days and half a month, it is estimated that I will not even be able to walk well. ”

Xingyao felt a little unimpressed by this redundant explanation.

Although his original job was to be a vigilance...... But since the Air Corps as a whole is not as formal as before, there is naturally no problem with this kind of small-scale and inconspicuous temporary job transfer.

"But...... Guarding this unlucky guy, will I also catch the mold? ”

Xingyao leaned against the wall and thought boredly, "Damn, there's not even anyone to talk to!" ”

To be honest, he was still very curious in his heart, of course, not to Li Hao, but to the group of people who fought with Li Hao.

openly confronted the air regiment, and overturned two groups of people in a row and destroyed two helicopters......

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

An ordinary person, but he made a mess of the Air Regiment, amazing!

Thinking of this, Xingyao glanced inside through the small window on the door, and couldn't help but show a sneer.

Usually dragged to the sky, isn't it cleaned up by an ordinary person?

……

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

His eyes circled around the room, and when he made sure there were no surveillance cameras, he sat up suddenly.

Swift and nimble. Where is the appearance of being seriously injured just now?

But in fact. The physical injury was real. But this level of damage is nothing to zombies.

Coupled with the zombie's self-healing ability, he just looks miserable on the outside at best, and his internal injuries have long been healing rapidly.

"Whew!"

Li Hao...... Or rather, Ling Mo, he jumped out of bed, quickly approached the door, and then glanced out of the window.

The guard was now seated in a chair, although facing this way. But he didn't stare at the door.

"I didn't expect it to really get in! And he wasn't shot right away......"

Ling Mo was a little excited in his heart, this feeling of sneaking into the enemy's base camp was really a little different.

At least it was quite new to Ling Mo, it was different from the feeling of diving into the falcon last time.

"Am I a new generation of zero-eight......

But the success of infiltrating is just the beginning.

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

"Click......"

He gave it a try, and suddenly let go of his hand with some disappointment.

Sure enough, the other party locked him up.

But for zombies, this kind of lock can be opened by slamming it hard.

Only the door was locked and a guard was dispatched. It seems that being beaten up by Xana is really the right choice.

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

On the other hand. After all, Li Hao is the captain of the ninth detachment, and although he has made a big mistake, he has not been dismissed.

Besides, didn't he run back on his own?

I could have walked away and been a big brother in a group of survivors or something, but I still ran back.

That alone is enough to make others let their guard down against him.

Look, Li Haoren is so conscious, why are they still closely guarded? Symbolic pretentiousness......

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

Ling Mo turned his gaze to the room 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.

What could have been the place where the guns were hung was now empty.

His colleagues left him only a few bottles of medicine, except for some daily necessities, and did not even ask a doctor to take a look.

"Wouldn't it be bad if you didn't look for it, if you saw something?"

Ling Mo was secretly happy in his heart, this kind of treatment that was enough to anger Li Hao himself made him very satisfied.

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

His gaze turned to the wilderness in the distance, and then he 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, and as soon as she wanted to resist, she was sold by Black Silk......

The silver thread of the black silk was immediately entangled, but the two of them were wrapped tightly, and they fell into the grass at the same time.

"Hmm! Not! ”

"Black silk, don't you forget to pounce on me when your body has become that virtuous?! it! it!! Xiaobai, you dare to ...... Yes! ”

……

This sudden turn of events caused the corpse puppet Ling Mo to pause for a moment, and it took two seconds before he began to continue moving.

The window was facing where the main body was lurking, which was good news, and at least made it a little easier.

Although the distance is a little farther, I can always think of a way when there is a need.

In the back of the house is a storage room, but unfortunately there is hardly anything else to be found except clothes.

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

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

"Huh?"

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

These security keys are also covered with white tape, on which are written with ballpoint pens: 201, 206 and other words.

Obviously, this is the room number.

However, what these rooms are for, Ling Mo doesn't know yet.

It's one thing to absorb memories, but after all, it's not something you already have in your head, and 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, and on the other hand, because he didn't remember who that guy was at all!

"This young man, you pay a little attention to interpersonal relationships! If you can't think of it, forget it, but that middle-aged uncle makes it clear that he is a mortal enemy with you! You don't even remember the name of the enemy, it's ......"

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

He had already been searched when he entered the door, and he had changed his clothes, and if he hid something now, he probably wouldn't be noticed.

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

Li Hao fled back in such an embarrassment, as long as he was not shot immediately, he was likely to face interrogation again and again.

Explain all the information of Ling Mo and his party, and completely tell the cause and effect...... Maybe I'll ask him where Ling Mo is now.

He looked like he was in pursuit, and maybe he had been attacked by Ling Mo many times along the way.

"It doesn't matter what they ask, just let me know who is trying to kill me."

Ling Mo gently clenched his fist, and on the back of his hand, which seemed to be no different from ordinary people, the green tendons immediately bulged.

And those blood vessels, which were originally dark green, slowly turned blood red.

He looked up and looked at a mirror hanging behind a few pieces of clothing.

Inside the mirror, there was a pale and scarred face, but what made people's hearts palpitate was the eyes that suddenly turned blood-red.

"If you want to kill me, I'll die before your idea is implemented."

If this group of people was just a group of weak people, Ling Mo might treat them as a fart.

But these people have heavy troops, strength, weapons, and networks.

They have the strength to kill themselves, but they don't realize it yet, and they need to use stronger knives to kill themselves.

But by now, they should be aware.

"It's a pity it's late."

Ling Mo clenched his fists violently and slammed his fist on the mirror.

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

It wasn't too difficult for Ling Mo to forcibly pile up a zombie that was completely ignorant and would never regain his intelligence to the mutation level in a short period of time.

And a mutant-level zombie completely controlled by humans is a nightmare for such a large survivor gathering place...... (To be continued......)