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.