Chapter 870

The riot... Ended in five minutes.

Ling Mo manipulated the corpse puppet and patted his hands... At this time, the pair of killing tools have been completely dyed red by blood. Even his fingers are covered with plasma, and even some things that make people think and fear... Coupled with this pungent smell of blood, Ling Mo finally couldn't help but read in his heart: "it's really a bit of a Rhapsody in a black shop..."

As for the dagger held in his hand before, it had completely disappeared by now. It was estimated that it was either in the abdominal cavity of a corpse or submerged in a pool of blood.

But then he turned his eyes to his side and rear. Behind several corpses, a man with thick arms and legs was holding the table legs with tears streaming... He was scared. Whoever saw the honor of the corpse puppet and the tragedy on the ground would probably have the same emotion.

As the vanguard of falcons, these people are not all equipped with unique skills, but the most basic survival ability is not weak. However, during the unarmed meeting, they suddenly encountered "monsters" who were only killed halfway, which was still beyond their scope of response. Especially when Ling Mo's arm has been smashed, but he is still as brave as a zombie, most people's resistance psychology has been weak to the extreme.

However, compared with the speed... There is a door inside. This corpse is closed, and a dozen people also want to rush over?

Just after the sneak attack on the conference room, the service life of this corpse puppet is almost over. Even if the physical injury can be recovered, the collapse trend in the body can no longer be stopped. Compared with a normal zombie, the nature of this corpse puppet is more similar to a one-time bomb... Or the kind without the destruction of the corpse.

"Don't come here..." the big man looked tall, but one of his legs had been twisted in the opposite direction. At this time, he was dragging his lower body to hide under the table, "what the hell are you!" He suddenly shouted frantically. "People are not people, corpses are not corpses, what kind of thing are you! Are you a monster made by the second camp? Do you think it's useful to kill us like this? I tell you, the second camp..."

As he roared, he retreated. Halfway through the roar, he suddenly kicked out the stool beside him, and then immediately grabbed the edge of the table and climbed up without looking back. Then he rushed to the door in a rolling manner. Dragging a leg can also explode this speed, which shows its strong desire to survive.

However, Ling Mo just flicked away from the stool.

"As long as you can escape..."

The man struggled to hold down a body under him, and then reached for the door handle.

However, at this time, he was stiff all over, and his eyes also became gray.

The bloody palm of the corpse puppet held the doorknob first. Then the harsh voice appeared on his head again: "don't be nervous."

"...." the big man didn't move, but his face, which was already sweating, suddenly had another layer of sweat.

"If you fight with the second camp, I'm afraid you won't be soft on your former comrades in arms? I can understand those people at the bottom. After all, they all obey orders. But you... Are all decision makers." The cold voice continued to come.

The big man shivered and said, "what do you want to do?"

"In fact, I already know everything I want to know. The only thing I want to ask you is. Why can you force Yu Wenxuan to comply?" Ling Mo asked.

The man who lived to the end was one of the two people who talked outside before, and it was he who mentioned this.

The man realized the reason why he lived until now. He was stunned at first, and then uncontrollably excited. It's saved! Since you are still valuable, the other party

"I'll give you a second to think about it. If you don't say it, you'll die." Ling Mo pressed his palm on the other party's head without hesitation.

The thick plasma dripped down the forehead, and instantly broke the little fluke that the big man had just emerged.

"I said I said! Don't kill me!" The man shouted in horror. He couldn't help but stick to the door, but under the condition of double sound insulation and excellent effect, the guards guarding outside couldn't hear anything at all. In other words, even if they occasionally heard some noise, they would consciously avoid it, but they came to listen carefully

"This is the consequence of being a thief in someone else's house..." Ling Mo thought in his heart, and patted his hand in passing, "say quickly."

"This... This has something to do with Ling mo..."

As soon as the big man started, Ling Mo was stunned. Why is this related to yourself again?

Normally, he tried to save himself, not only that. In turn, it caused great losses to staff Wang... But with the narration of the big man, Ling Mo's face slowly darkened.

"At present... Although Ling Mo escaped... His whereabouts are still under control... The people in the second camp don't know where they are... So the initiative is still in our hands. We can even claim that Ling Mo has been controlled by us... These two days, the second camp went to the oil depot for an excuse. After returning, I heard that Yu Wenxuan lost his temper and almost ran to find the trouble of the captain..." after saying this intermittently, The man was suddenly stunned. The cold sweat flowed down again.

Is this... Yuwenxuan's revenge? No! He doesn't know where Ling Mo is

Moreover, this big man is also half known as "Qing Ren". He knows that in addition to Ling Mo, the person yuwenxuan cares most about in his heart should be his only family member. The woman follows Ling Mo closely, and the situation should be the same. Throwing rats is also taboo! Not so crazy!

Regardless of all kinds of conjectures in the big man's brain, Ling Mo fell into silence for a moment.

"So I escaped this step and was actually planned... No wonder staff Wang didn't do his best. In addition to preserving strength, this is also one of the reasons..."

The man who shivered secretly for a while didn't see Ling Mo speak for a long time, and the palm on his head didn't move. Under unbearable circumstances, he finally summoned up the courage to ask, "can you... Can you stop killing me? Please! I've told you everything I can tell you, if you have anything else to ask..."

"Do you know about designing Ling Mo?" Ling Mo coldly interrupts the man's shouting.

"No... not very clear..." the big man replied with difficulty.

"Unfortunately, your mental reaction shows that you know very well."

With a cold hum, the man's neck suddenly heard a "click" crisp sound. He immediately widened his eyes, opened his mouth and hissed silently. With Ling Mo's release, he fell down and fell heavily on another body.

"Wang, and the whole core of Falcon... This is the first gift I give back to you."

Looking back at the bloody conference room, Ling Mo picked up a knife from the wall, wiped it on his sleeve, and opened the door with his backhand

At the same time, Ye Lian and others have completely filled the trap in the wilderness.

Although it seems to be just a thin layer of branches, just looking at the way they throw, we know that the degree of toughness is definitely not low.

"How about, who is the first to cut the ribbon?" Wang Lin is eager to try. Although she did not participate, she is also a senior crowd from the beginning. At this time, she is inevitably a little excited.

This sentence naturally met Yu Shiran's eyes again, but after seeing the little girl's habit of talking to herself, she persuaded herself in a way of self consolation.

What did you see with the little psychopath... He didn't take medicine. Didn't he take medicine himself!

It was another person who spoke. Xia Na glanced at her and said, "what's the hurry? Wait until the patrol changes."

"When will this wait..." Wang Lin was a little anxious.

Ling Mo, who had been sitting in the back, suddenly said, "in fact, it has already begun..."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again to recuperate.

"Pretend to be mysterious..." Wang Lin couldn't help sticking out his tongue at him.

Ling Mo, who closed his eyes, secretly had a headache. Where was he pretending? He controlled the corpse puppet and worked hard for a long time. He was also tired of fighting! Tired God, not tired body

But the strangest thing is that the sound in my mind seems to be a little closer during this period of time

"Where are you..."