My Girlfriend is a Zombie

After picking up the packed backpack, Ling Mo took Ye Xie three women to the room of Xia Zhining. ※※

This is a suite in a five-star hotel, which is both a room for summer and a place for other people to gather together.

Sure enough, the person who opened the door was Chen Youdong. In the room, Lin Tianxiang and others were still sitting. Even Tom and Sun Zeya were there.

At the moment of opening the door, Ling Mo keenly captured some words, and it is obvious that they are discussing things about Huang Zhendong.

When Sun Zeya saw Ling Mo and Shan Na, his posture immediately became very unnatural, and his cheeks turned slightly to the side.

Xia Zhijing was a calm face. In her opinion, although the situation was awkward at the time, she lost if she lost.

"That one……"

Chen Youdong let Ling Mo and his entourage come in and handed him a few bottles of water to him. Sorry to say: "I am sorry, the yellow group is very owed. I think you must have a fire now?"

"Yes, his mouth is poisonous, I am a fart. But how can he be the leader of the team? It sounds like a very high position."

Ling silent sat on the sofa and asked.

Chen Youdong suddenly showed a hint of hesitation, but Tom said with anger: "This is not, he is level with us. But he is the intelligence group, the people in the group are disgusting."

"Intelligence Group?" Ling Mo curiously asked, "Is it... collecting zombie intelligence?"

Chen Youdong originally wanted to stop Tom from continuing, but looking at his angry expression, and then thinking about the face of Huang Zhendong, Chen Youdong sighed and stopped talking.

Tom shook his head. "Hey, aren't that information collected by us? Their intelligence group collects information about us. For example, people who join the camp. They will ask them some questions. If it is an ability. You will record your abilities in detail."

Having said that, his tone suddenly rose, and he said indignantly: "But their main task is to monitor our actions! It is to purge the discipline, in fact it seems to me to find fault! For example, this time, I Seeing him, I really want to push the guilt of death and injury to us! In order to stabilize the people, I will definitely come up with a way to explain it to others, maybe I will sacrifice..."

"Cough." Chen Youdong still couldn't help but cough. Remind Tom who is on the air.

Tom glanced at him and then snorted again.

He didn't seem to have vented yet, and couldn't help but whispered a word: "If there is anything that can't be said, Ling Mo will not be able to tell the secret? Fear of a hair. Besides, he can help us testify."

"Oh..." Ling Mo stunned and said.

The internal situation of the Falcon Camp. It is so complicated.

This intelligence group is obviously the product of the internal power struggle.

More complicated insider, Ling Mo did not understand.

But what can be seen at a glance is that whether it is Huang Zhendong or this intelligence group, the people of these search and rescue teams are dead.

Only they did not dare to offend Huang Zhendong, fearing that he would give him a big hat.

Lingmo suddenly felt that he did not join the camp decision. No matter what it is, it is right.

If you use a very old-fashioned phrase, there will be rivers and lakes in some places, and there will be battles.

"Humans..." Linger turned and glanced at them, and suddenly agreed to what they said.

"That Huang Zhendong. The revenge is still very strong. As long as he catches a painful foot, he can tell you adult slag. Most like over-interpretation, and an unintentional statement can be thought of by him with many deep meanings. You Obviously nothing has been done yet. He will define you in advance and say how you will be."

Lin Tianxiang wiped his glasses on the side. Sneeringly said: "I can really be crazy."

"This kind of person is guilty."

Ling Mo found that almost everyone mentions Huang Zhendong when they are gnashing their teeth.

To know that such a person does not do it, but actually feels more disgusting than a zombie.

Listening to him can make people angry all day.

At least Ling Mo is not the kind of "senior" who can be indifferent, but he is not the kind of stupid person who is slammed into a face with a Falcon camp.

At the same time, in the lobby.

Huang Zhendong, who bowed his head and put together the information, put a folder on it and called a team member to come over: "Watch the information and let people see it. If I come back and find a passive trace, you will go back to the camp to plant the land."

"Yes!"

After watching Huang Zhendong go to the bathroom room, the team member immediately showed a disdainful look, "呸" said: "What!"

"Don't look at the past?"

Another player standing at the door made a stroke and asked.

"He will never fall into the toilet. What am I doing with the past? Looking for suffocation?"

The man turned his eyes and said, and pretended to have made a move to the toilet. Several players in the lobby suddenly sneered at it.

At this time, Huang Zhendong had entered the bathroom. He habitually closed the toilet door and then stood in front of the urinal.

Because of the lack of water, a very pungent smell filled the bathroom.

Huang Zhendong frowned and opened the zipper to get rid of his hand.

But what he didn't notice was that the buckle of the window was twisting a little bit.

When the buckle is opened, the window is silently opened without touching it.

Then a person climbed into the bathroom silently...

"That is silent... yes, I think of it, that is, there is no one in life."

Huang Zhendong said to himself: "I didn't expect to give Li Yalin a scourge. Garbage is rubbish, and with power, it is bigger garbage. Working with such people is to seek skin with the tiger, but those who are ridiculous are not at all Understand. This time, I have to discuss this issue with them. This kind of person can't control the camp, it is a potential threat, it should be cleaned up..."

As he lowered his zipper, a figure suddenly flashed behind him.

Huang Zhendong immediately turned his head sharply, but did not see anything.

But then he found that the door of a compartment seemed to be shaking slightly, as if someone had just moved.

"Who!"

Huang Zhendong “brushed” and pulled out the dagger, then slowly walked toward the compartment.

"Hey!"

When he slammed open the door of the compartment, he found that there was no one inside.

But at this moment, suddenly a figure jumped from the high ceiling, and suddenly fell on him from behind.

Huge force allowed Huang Zhendong to rush forward immediately. Without waiting for him to turn around, the figure grabbed his head and pressed him into the toilet.

The stench made Huang Zhendong hold his breath immediately. His reaction was very calm. The dagger in his hand immediately poked back and plunged into the other's stomach.

Then he fiercely twisted his wrist and tried to let the attacker let go because of the pain by smashing the other's intestines.

But what surprised him was that no matter how he twisted the dagger, how to pull it out madly and plunge again, the other side did not move!

"This knife is stained with zombie blood, and such a heavy injury, even if it does not mutate, it is dead! You are... Who are you! Is it Lingmo? How do you hide here, how do you get around the hotel? Outside the patrolman!"

Huang Zhendong shook his head hard, and the other hand supported him to lift his head effortfully: "You want to go with me? You kill me now, you are dead! Your women are dead! Camp will definitely Chase you! You are a dross!"

"Giggle."

The sneak vocal singer is like a scratched tape: "You... you are too... can't afford it... yourself..."

Huang Zhendong stunned. He jerked back and saw an extremely scary face.

"Ah!"

Huang Zhendong suddenly widened his eyes, but this sneak attacker took his neck and pressed him into the toilet again.

He wants to cry for help, wants to struggle, but the strength of the hand is too big, and there is sewage in the toilet, which makes his voice ambiguous.

The dagger in his hand is constantly tied to the sneak attacker behind him, but all this is in vain.

Huang Zhendong rolled his eyes and then twitched a few times before he moved again.

"Hey!"

The zombie standing behind him looked down at the belly that had been swayed with blood and blood, and then the **** red eyes turned to the window again.

His long, soft, sausage-like arm immediately flew forward, and then he heard a "clam" sound.

At the same time as the shards of glass splattered, the eyes of this zombie also recovered the violent color.

"fast!"

Several players were carrying guns and rushing towards the bathroom...