Chapter 622 Hank
Upon seeing so many submarines suddenly appear, Han Shuo abruptly stood up from the ground.
He instinctively placed his hand on the Tang sword, while Xiao Zhao and Fatty also drew their weapons.
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At this time, there were a great many submarines on the sea, which was obviously a considerable force.
Faced with this unknown and mysterious organization, and unsure whether it is friend or foe, Han Shuo and his companions must be on high alert.
After he stood up, he glanced at the three men beside him, only to find that they did not have any ill intentions on their faces. Instead, they shrank back in panic.
Han Shuo silently kept this detail in his heart, temporarily ignoring them and turning his gaze back to the sea.
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Soon, a rather large submarine opened its hatch, and a group of people came out. Upon seeing people on the hillside, they quickly climbed up the rocks.
Han Shuo and the fat man stood aside, observing intently.
The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, accompanied by only six subordinates.
Han Shuo wasn't too nervous. Although the other party was carrying a pistol, they weren't afraid of bullets at the moment.
A few minutes later, the two sides met on the hillside.
The middle-aged man's face clearly showed surprise when he saw Han Shuo and his three companions.
Then, without saying a word, he frowned and, with a hint of anger, lifted Gold from the ground.
"snort!"
"You brat, how dare you disobey orders and sneak out with the two of them on your own."
"Don't you know how dangerous it is outside?"
"Give me your hatch key, and you can forget about ever piloting a submarine again!"
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As a barrage of reprimands erupted, the three Gold siblings turned pale with fright.
Finally, the middle-aged man seemed to have run out of steam and stretched out his arm.
"I'm sorry."
Gold bowed his head and responded apologetically, then took the hatch key from his pocket and placed it in the middle-aged man's hand.
"Hmph! You better behave yourselves from now on, and stop making us all worry about you!"
The middle-aged man quickly noticed the remains of a lamb roasting near the fire and added.
"Is craving more important, or is life more important?"
"We know we were wrong... We're sorry."
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Seeing that the three men, including God, were sincere in admitting their mistakes, the middle-aged man finally let them go, and his anger subsided considerably.
He put the key in his pocket, glanced at the zombie corpse not far away, frowned, and continued to ask.
"You killed so many zombies? You've gotten quite the skills! What happened? Are any of you injured?"
Gold shook his head and pointed at Han Shuo and the other three.
"No, they saved us. None of us were hurt."
After hearing this, the middle-aged man finally turned his attention back to it.
Ignoring the younger generation in front of him, he quickly walked up to Han Shuo and the other three, thanking them with a grateful expression.
"Thank you, thank you for saving these three children."
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Han Shuo nodded expressionlessly, without saying anything more.
Actually, even now, he still feels a little confused.
He didn't know the true identities of the people in front of him, nor where they came from.
Through the conversation between the middle-aged man and the three siblings, Han Shuo and his group of four did not obtain any definite and useful information...
At this moment, the middle-aged man spoke again, asking in a friendly manner.
"Um, have you always lived in the wild?"
"Um?"
Han Shuo let out a soft "hmm," somewhat puzzled, but still instinctively responded.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a look of obvious joy appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
He gestured for him to enter and began to speak.
"Could we discuss this in more detail?"
Han Shuo nodded without refusing and sat down on a rock next to the middle-aged man.
Because he also had some questions he wanted to ask the other person.
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Each with their own thoughts, they remained silent for a while before the middle-aged man spoke first.
He extended his palm in a friendly manner and began to speak.
"Hello, my name is Hank."
"Han Shuo".
Han Shuo politely introduced himself and shook hands with Hank.
The two sides had a basic understanding of each other, and then Hank got straight to the point.
"How have you managed to survive in the wild until now? This is the first time I've met other survivors in all these years."
"first?"
Han Shuo thought to himself, he really felt that Hank and his group were very abnormal.
Logically speaking, the post-apocalyptic environment has lasted for three years. Even if there are very few survivors, there should be enough people to see no one else, right?
Just because of one sentence from the other party, he felt that Hank, like the Gold siblings, was encountering this drastically changed world for the first time.
However, despite having many questions in his mind, he still gave a simple response.
"How did I survive? I was just running and walking the whole way. I guess I was lucky."
The ambiguous reply made Hank take a serious look at Han Shuo and the other three.
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At this time, the temperature here was quite cold. He noticed Han Shuo and Feng, whose clothes were very thin, as if they were not afraid of the cold.
He kept this detail in mind, but instead of asking rashly, he looked at Feng's cloudy yellow eyes.
Because he could see that this person had eyes like a zombie.
Actually, Gold and his two companions had just noticed this issue as well.
However, the three siblings were clearly more naive and didn't think much of it, assuming that Feng was a person of mixed race.
After all, there are countless strange and wonderful things in this world.
It's not surprising that some of them have blue eyes, while others have yellow eyes...
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However, Hank is clearly more experienced.
He could tell at a glance, based on Han Shuo's accent, that Han Shuo and his three companions were not immigrants from this country.
People of Asian descent? They actually traveled across several countries to get here?
In a world teeming with zombies, this is clearly no easy task...
"Is this person a human or a zombie?"
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At the same time, Han Shuo also noticed Hank's strange gaze towards the wind.
He spoke before the other person could ask a question.
"My friends are all human, not zombies!"
These words reassured Hank.
He snapped out of his daze and nodded apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I was overthinking it."
Then, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision in his heart, and spoke.
"I feel like you guys probably have your own organization, right?"
"If possible, could you let us join? We really need a shelter."
As soon as the words fell, Han Shuo, Fatty, and Xiao Zhao all looked at Hank with surprised expressions.
They never expected that the other party would make such a bold request on their very first meeting, after exchanging only a few words.
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