Chapter 1106: Chapter 870: The Approaching Sounds

The chaos subsided five minutes later.

Ling Mo controlled the Zombie Puppet and clapped its hands. This murder weapon was now completely soaked in blood, even the gaps between its fingers were filled with fresh gore, along with some unsettling remnants. The pungent smell of blood was overwhelming, and Ling Mo couldn’t help but think, “This really has a bit of a sinister vibe…”

As for the dagger that he previously held, it had completely vanished, likely lodged in the abdomen of a corpse or submerged in a pool of blood.

He then turned his gaze to his right, where a burly man was clinging to a table leg, crying uncontrollably. The sight of the Zombie Puppet and the carnage around would send chills down anyone’s spine.

As the vanguard of the Falcon team, these men might not be exceptionally skilled, but they were certainly not lacking in basic survival abilities. However, being ambushed during a meeting, unarmed, by a “Monster,” was beyond what they could handle. Especially when Ling Mo’s Arm was shattered, yet he fought as fiercely as a Zombie, most of them lost the will to resist.

But in terms of speed… there was only one door in the Inner Room. Could a dozen men hope to surpass a single Zombie Puppet holding its ground?

After this meeting room ambush, the Zombie Puppet’s lifespan was nearing its end. Even if the external damage could be healed, the internal deterioration was unstoppable. Compared to a normal Zombie, this Zombie Puppet was more like a single-use bomb… one that didn’t self-destruct.

“Stay back…” The burly man tried to appear strong, but one of his legs was twisted in the wrong direction, dragging his body under the table. “What the hell are you!” he suddenly shouted frantically, “You’re neither human nor Zombie! What are you? Are you a Monster created by the Second Camp? Do you think killing us will make a difference? I’m telling you, the Second Camp…”

He shouted while retreating, and midway through his yelling, he suddenly kicked a chair towards Ling Mo. Without looking back, he grabbed the edge of the table and scrambled to his feet. Then, despite dragging an injured leg, he staggered and crawled frantically toward the door. The speed he managed to muster despite his condition was a clear testament to his intense will to survive.

However, Ling Mo casually shifted his body and easily dodged the chair.

“If I can just get out of here…”

The burly man struggled to push himself over a corpse and reached out for the doorknob.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But at that very moment, his whole body froze, and his expression turned lifeless.

The bloodstained hand of the Zombie Puppet clasped the doorknob before he could reach it. That same mechanical voice sounded above his head once more: “No need to panic.”

“…” The burly man remained still, though another layer of Sweat quickly drenched his already pale and clammy face.

“If you end up fighting the Second Camp, I doubt you’d show any mercy to your former comrades, right? I can understand the grunts down below-they’re just following orders. But you… you’re one of the decision-makers.” The cold voice continued.

The burly man stammered, his voice trembling, “W-what do you want?”

“To be honest, I already know everything I need to know. The only thing I want to ask you is this: how did you manage to force Yuwen Xuan into submission?” Ling Mo asked. 𝐑𝖆ɴȰᛒΕS

This man, who had somehow survived until the end, was one of the two individuals who had been talking in the Outer Room earlier. He was the one who had brought up this very topic.

It suddenly dawned on the burly man why he was still alive. For a moment, he was stunned, but then an uncontrollable sense of relief washed over him. There’s hope! If he still had some use to his captor, then surely…

“You have one second to decide. Speak, or die.” Ling Mo didn’t hesitate, firmly pressing his blood-covered palm against the man’s head.

The sticky blood dripped down his forehead, shattering the slim hope that had just flickered to life in the man’s heart.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Don’t kill me!” the burly man cried out in terror. His entire body pressed instinctively against the door. But with the reinforced soundproofing and the excellent acoustics, the guards stationed outside couldn’t hear a single thing. Or perhaps, even if they did occasionally catch an odd sound, they would deliberately avoid responding. After all, those who dared to move closer and listen…

“This is what happens when you try to play the thief in someone else’s house…” Ling Mo thought to himself, giving the burly man a light tap. “Speak.”

“Well… it involves Ling Mo…”

The burly man had barely started when Ling Mo stiffened. How did this end up involving him again?

Though he had made quite an effort to save himself and even caused considerable trouble for Chief of Staff Wang, as the burly man continued to talk, Ling Mo’s expression darkened.

“Currently… even though Ling Mo managed to escape… his whereabouts are still under our control… The Second Camp doesn’t know where they are… so the initiative is still in our hands. We could even claim that Ling Mo is already under our control… A few days ago, the Second Camp used an excuse to visit the Oil Depot. Afterwards, I heard Yuwen Xuan was furious, almost storming over to cause trouble for Captain Qi…” The burly man paused suddenly, cold Sweat streaming down his face once more.

Could this be Yuwen Xuan’s revenge? No! He doesn’t even know where Ling Mo is…

He knew that besides Ling Mo, the person Yuwen Xuan was most concerned about was his only relative, the woman who always stayed close by Ling Mo’s side. The situation she was in shouldn’t be much different. Even if he wanted to act rashly, he should be cautious! It couldn’t be this reckless, could it?

But regardless of the burly man’s racing thoughts, Ling Mo fell silent for a moment.

“So, my escape was actually part of the plan, was it? No wonder Chief of Staff Wang didn’t seem to give it his all. Aside from conserving strength, this was probably another reason…”

The burly man shivered inwardly for a while. Ling Mo’s hand remained motionless on his head, and in the unbearable silence, the burly man finally mustered the courage to ask, “Can… can you not kill me? Please! I’ve told you everything I know. If there’s anything else you want to ask…”

“This plan against Ling Mo, do you know anything?” Ling Mo coldly interrupted his pleading.

“I… I don’t really know…” the burly man replied with difficulty.

“Unfortunately, your mental reaction suggests you’re well-informed.”

With a cold snort from Ling Mo, a sharp “crack” echoed from the burly man’s neck. He immediately widened his eyes, his mouth open in a silent scream. As Ling Mo let go, he collapsed, falling heavily onto another corpse.

“Chief of Staff Wang, and the entire core of Falcon… consider this my first gift to you.”

Glancing back at the blood-soaked Meeting Room, Ling Mo casually picked up a Pocket Knife from the wall, wiped it on his sleeve, and then opened the door with a backward motion…

Meanwhile, in the wilderness, Ye Lian and the others had completely covered the trap.

Although it looked like a thin layer of branches, the way they had arranged them indicated they were quite sturdy.

“So, who wants to be the first to cut the ribbon?” Wang Lin was eager to try. Although she hadn’t participated, she had been an enthusiastic observer from the beginning, and now she felt a bit excited.

Naturally, this remark earned her an eye roll from Yu Shiran, but having observed the little girl’s quirky habit of talking to herself, she had comforted herself with the thought: Why bother arguing with a little eccentric… She hasn’t taken her medicine, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken mine!

It was Xia Na who spoke next, glancing at Wang Lin, “What’s the rush? Wait until the Patrol Team changes shifts.”

“When’s that going to happen…” Wang Lin was a bit anxious.

Just then, Ling Mo, who had been sitting quietly at the back, suddenly chimed in, “Actually, it already started a while ago…”

Upon saying that, he closed his eyes again, pretending to rest.

“What are you trying to be all mysterious for…” Wang Lin couldn’t help but stick out her tongue at him.

But with his eyes closed, Ling Mo was quietly struggling; he wasn’t just pretending. Controlling the Zombie Puppet was exhausting, even for someone made of iron! It tired the mind, not the body…

However, the strangest thing was that the voice echoing in his mind seemed to have gotten a bit closer during this time…

“Where are you…”

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