Chapter 429 – Joint Attack

This was an underground parking lot located beneath a pedestrian street, covering a vast area.

Stepping over the tilted barrier and walking down a winding path for over twenty meters, you enter the dark interior of the parking lot.

The light gradually dims, and at a glance, you can only see abandoned cars scattered around.

Above, various rusty pipes crisscross like the blood vessels inside a monster’s body.

Several cars, attempting to exit the parking lot, had crashed into the walls. Broken glass still bore traces of old blood, and a putrid smell lingered in the air.

In some places, skeletal remains could be seen. Skulls, covered with tattered cloth, seemed to stare at every living soul entering the lot with their hollow eye sockets.

At this moment, Ling Mo was slowly walking along the driveway. In the empty and silent parking lot, his footsteps sounded particularly clear: “Clack, clack.”

After taking out his Infrared Night Vision Goggles and putting them on his right eye, Ling Mo extended his psychic tentacles.

The pillars and vehicles obstructed his view, making it necessary to rely on the psychic tentacles to barely explore the surroundings.

“Trying to trap me in a place like this… But why are Black Silk and Yu Shiran coming this way?”

Sensing the distance of their psychic link shortening, Ling Mo stopped and pondered, “Could it be that Tiger has been dealt with?”

He tried to switch perspectives and found that Black Silk’s eyes were closed. Attempting to switch to Yu Shiran was also impossible since they hadn’t established a direct psychic link yet.

“Forget it, let’s find those two first. Hey, Shamate, and the one with tattoos, come out…”

Ling Mo raised his voice and shouted.

“Hey! Shamate!”

Apart from the echo, there was no response…

The exit leading to the pedestrian street above had its doors tightly shut, showing no signs of anyone passing through.

If they had escaped from there, they would have left some traces.

Ling Mo meticulously searched the parking lot again. Every abandoned vehicle along the driveway looked suspicious, as if something was lurking in the deeper darkness.

As Ling Mo passed a spot filled with electric bikes, a shadow suddenly flashed behind him.

At the moment the shadow appeared, Ling Mo’s psychic tentacles keenly sensed it. He immediately turned around, and his psychic tentacles shot out directly.

After a silent collision, a faint halo appeared in Ling Mo’s right eye.

Through the Infrared Night Vision Goggles, Quinn’s gothic makeup made her look terrifying, like a ghost.

After forcibly taking Ling Mo’s attack, her face turned slightly pale, and her footing seemed a bit unsteady, giving off a vibe reminiscent of Sadako.

Looking at Ling Mo, she suddenly grinned, revealing a cold smile, and then roared, “I’m not a Shamate! Gothic is art, okay!”

“When did painting your eyes like a panda and making your lips look poisoned become art… Wait, damn it, this woman is trying to distract me!”

Ling Mo quickly turned his head, but there was no one behind him.

At the same time, a figure suddenly jumped down from above, and a gust of air rushed directly at him.

“Bang!”

Ling Mo swiftly sidestepped, and the gust grazed his shoulder, hitting the ground and creating a large hole. Debris flew up, painfully hitting Ling Mo’s calves.

Moreover, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. Reaching out, he felt something sticky—his skin had been broken and was bleeding.

“Damn!”

He hadn’t expected the opponent to climb up to the pipes; no wonder his psychic tentacles hadn’t found anyone…

And this feint tactic, in such poorly lit conditions, was quite effective.

The Tattooed Man failed to kill with one strike, but as Ling Mo was about to counterattack, a cold flash suddenly flew out from Quinn’s direction.

Unable to dodge in time, Ling Mo hurriedly used his psychic tentacles to intercept.

The throwing knife stopped less than ten centimeters from Ling Mo’s left eyeball, as if it had hit something gelatinous.

However, the tip of the knife was attached to a blood bag, which burst open upon hitting the materialized psychic tentacles.

The smell of the virus infiltrated Ling Mo’s nostrils, and his vision was obscured by a sheet of blood.

“What a sinister trick…”

Ling Mo stood still, the zombie blood splattering on the ground and only getting on his calves, avoiding his wounds.

By the time his vision cleared, both Quinn and the Tattooed Man had disappeared.

“It seems they have a pretty realistic estimate of my strength…”

The Tattooed Man’s attack was initially just to injure him. Killing him would have been ideal, but even if they couldn’t, they had backup plans.

So, the real killing move came from Quinn’s attack.

Although the throwing knife was fast, its penetration wasn’t strong. With Ling Mo’s strength and reflexes, he could definitely block it.

But no matter how he blocked it, the thin blood bag would burst, and the zombie blood inside would splash onto Ling Mo’s wounds.

Their calculation was good, but they hadn’t expected Ling Mo to have the psychic tentacles as an alternative form of defense.

“Damn it…”

Even so, Ling Mo still suffered a minor setback. The skin wound on his shoulder and the faint pain in his calf…

“Alright then…”

Ling Mo, who had been somewhat relaxed, now became truly serious.

With his increased strength, Ling Mo had developed a bit of arrogance, thinking that despite the dire circumstances, he could survive on his own terms.

Especially after distancing himself from the Falcon Camp, the threat of human military force temporarily vanished, and the tension in his mind seemed to ease bit by bit.

But the series of attacks just now jolted Ling Mo awake.

Perhaps in terms of individual strength, he was formidable, but even the weakest ordinary people, when working together, could pose a significant threat.

Just like ordinary zombies, when their numbers grow large, they become terrifying like army ants. When they reach a certain number, even Ling Mo has to retreat.

In many movies, it seems that zombies can be fought off with individual strength.

But in reality, no amount of cunning can ensure your survival, let alone destroy this increasingly powerful species.

“I should thank you for the wake-up call, or I might have ended up seeking my own death.”

Ling Mo took a deep breath, gradually calming his somewhat arrogant mindset.

In the pitch-black underground parking lot, it seemed like danger lurked everywhere.

In such a complex environment, they could be hiding anywhere, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Mo.

“For some reason, this actually makes me a bit excited…”

A rush of adrenaline surged to Ling Mo’s head, and the stabbing pain in his shoulder made him a little excited: “If you want to play, I’ll play with you!”

However, excitement aside, Ling Mo quickly reverted to his usual cautious self.

He keenly observed his surroundings, and all the previously ignored sounds now reached his ears.

Apart from the cold wind blowing in, there was also the sound of water dripping.

“Squeak, squeak.”

A rat suddenly darted out from a short distance away, only to be pinned to the ground by Ling Mo’s tentacle.

“And those two, I will definitely find you…”

As Ling Mo slowly moved forward, behind a car, Tiger was squinting his eyes, cautiously watching Ling Mo.

He held his breath until Ling Mo’s figure slowly moved away, then hurriedly took a couple of deep breaths.

“This guy is really strong. Good thing I didn’t rush out… Strong attack methods, defensive capability, and probing skills.”

Tiger glanced at the rat, which was now just a bloody mess: “I don’t want to end up like that… Should I seize the chance to escape?”

However, as soon as he moved his body, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and quickly turned around.

“Tiger…”

In the shadow behind him, the Tattooed Man’s sinister smile looked especially creepy in the dim light: “What are you doing here?”

“I… I’m here to help you guys,” Tiger responded with an awkward smile.

“You mean you’ve brought trouble to us again,” the Tattooed Man’s tone changed, sounding somewhat unfriendly.

Tiger frowned, wanting to get angry, but when he thought of the Little Demon’s smile, he felt a pang of guilt.

“We… should cooperate honestly. It’s our only chance of survival.”