Chapter 621 The Three Siblings with Poor Acting Skills

After receiving Han Shuo's password, Xiao Zhao excitedly pulled out the sniper rifle from behind him.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

After six gunshots rang out in succession, six bullets flew straight into the distance.

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Meanwhile, the older, taller man was tackled as soon as he came face to face with the zombie.

Looking at the face covered in rotting flesh and those murky yellow eyes that kept approaching him, he instantly felt the aura of death engulf his entire body.

Suddenly! Just as the zombie was about to bite, a bullet arrived from afar.

The bullet pierced the zombie's skull, saving the tall man at the last moment.

The man's eyes widened as a series of gunshots rang in his ears, and he quickly stood up.

Only then did he realize that all six zombies had fallen to the ground.

Who is it!?

He cried out in surprise and turned to look in the direction from which the gunshots came.

I actually survived today?

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After seeing Xiao Zhao easily deal with the zombies in front of him, Han Shuo waved his hand and led the three of them out of the shadows.

Soon, they arrived in front of the tall man.

At this moment, the man was looking at them in shock, while his two companions behind him were huddled together in fear, leaning against the rocks and trembling.

Clearly, they were also surprised to encounter other survivors in the wild.

These three are such cowards...

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The tall man immediately came to his senses and, seeing that Han Shuo and the other three were carrying weapons, tentatively took a step forward and said gratefully.

"Thank you so much for saving me."

"Um?"

Han Shuo thought to himself that the other person was speaking English, although there was some dialect involved, it was still quite clear.

If you can communicate and there are no language barriers, things become much easier.

Before he could even speak, the fat man beside him couldn't hold back any longer.

Like a bandit, he strode to the fire, pulled out a clean knife from his pocket, sliced ​​off a piece of mutton, and put it directly into his mouth.

"Mmm~ mmm~ mmm..."

"Not bad, not bad, crispy but not greasy, the heat is just right, it smells so good! It's just missing a little seasoning."

As he spoke, he sprinkled on the seasonings he had brought and began to eat, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

In his view, since his side had saved these people's lives, it was perfectly normal for them to simply ask for some spoils of war.

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The three rescued men, seeing the fat man eating with his mouth full of oil, kept swallowing their saliva, craving more.

However, no one dared to stop the fat man's actions, after all, he had just saved them.

Compared to a lavish meal, one's own life is clearly more important.

Taking advantage of this time, Han Shuo also took a quick look at the three people in front of him.

A tall man, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with blue eyes and short hair.

The young man and the other woman behind them appeared to be even smaller.

The two still had a touch of childishness on their faces. Although foreigners tend to look more mature, Han Shuo thought they were at most in their early twenties.

Judging by the timeline, the two of them had probably only just come of age when the apocalypse arrived; they were indeed quite young.

Besides these, he felt that the three people in front of him looked somewhat alike, and he couldn't help but think to himself.

"Strange, could they be siblings?"

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Without thinking further, Han Shuo saw that the three looked pale and thin, as if they were malnourished, so he smiled, waved his hand, and said.

"Alright, we mean no harm, there's no need for you to be so tense."

"This roasted lamb was originally yours, go and eat if you're hungry."

As soon as the voice fell, the young man and the other woman behind him mustered their courage and moved closer.

The two men stole a glance at the fat man dressed like a bandit in front of them, and without caring about the heat, carefully tore off a few pieces of meat with their hands and swallowed them in large mouthfuls.

The tall man who had been knocked down by the zombie hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully to Han Shuo again before turning and walking away.

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The man frowned as he watched his two companions wolfing down their food, and directly reached out to stop them from taking more mutton.

"How rude!"

After giving a reprimand, he picked up the tray from the ground, cut off several large pieces of the best meat, and handed them to Han Shuo and the other three before letting his two companions take the tray and eat again.

Han Shuo looked down at the grilled meat on the plate and silently muttered something to himself.

"Hmm, not bad, quite sensible."

With just one simple gesture from the other party, he developed a great deal of goodwill towards this group of people.

Sometimes, first impressions are really important...

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Feng didn't eat; he casually handed the tray to the fat man and turned to walk aside.

Han Shuo and Xiao Zhao sat around the fire with the three strangers.

Next, they had an extra meal. The lamb, though small, was enough for all six of them.

During this time, Han Shuo also occasionally chatted with the other party.

Through questioning, he learned that he was right; the three were indeed siblings, sharing the same blood.

The tall man was the leader, named God, and the other two were twins.

According to Gold, the three of them were lucky enough to escape the apocalypse, but their parents died in the catastrophe.

As they chatted, Han Shuo shifted the topic to the submarine at the foot of the mountain.

"By the way, is that submarine down there yours?"

After he finished speaking, he clearly noticed that the three Gold siblings paused in their chewing motion for a moment.

But soon, the simple-minded woman spoke up.

"Yes, we've always lived in submarines, and..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Gold quickly interrupted her.

"Cough, cough."

He swallowed the food in his mouth, cleared his throat, and unconsciously looked upwards, interrupting as he spoke.

"I used to be a submariner, so I know how to operate a submarine. We are lucky to be alive today because of it."

"Okay, I understand."

Han Shuo smiled but didn't say anything more.

He could clearly tell that the other party was hiding some secrets.

It's not that he was too observant; the three of them were simply terrible actors.

When God interrupted me just now, I didn't dare to make eye contact with him; he must be hiding something.

His younger siblings also lowered their heads, looking as if they wanted to say something but couldn't...

But what does it matter?

Han Shuo didn't dwell on these things too much. Everyone who has lived this long has some little secrets they don't want others to know.

They were just strangers to each other, and they only helped each other out of the ordinary.

For him, this was merely a trivial incident.

After this extra feast, the four will once again embark on their journey to hunt down the alien species...

Unfortunately, the secret was exposed the moment before the gossipy fat man could uncover it.

At the foot of the mountain, submarines suddenly surfaced one after another, appearing densely in the four people's sight.

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