Xiao Hao piloted the assault boat and threw a grenade when he had a spare moment.
Zuo Ling held a flamethrower and sprayed fire, while Pei Nansheng held a delicate little pistol.
On the surface, it appears that the family of three used firearms to eliminate militants.
In reality, before even getting close, Xiao Hao was already using his mental power to kill or maim the people on the speedboat.
Those driving speedboats, those firing machine guns, those shouting arrogantly at them... anyone he saw as dangerous or disliked was eliminated one by one.
Pei Nansheng, under the cover of his pistol, pushed his sister's flamethrower and Xiao Hao's thrown grenade to their maximum power.
But outsiders can't see that the three siblings are actually disguised as idiots to deceive others.
Three speedboats, each carrying seven or eight fully armed Westerners who looked like mercenaries.
When the three siblings first appeared, no one took them seriously.
Hahaha... A few more people came to deliver vegetables to them. God, you are so thoughtful!
A boy in his late teens and a woman—only Pei Nansheng could make them wary.
What alarmed them most was that someone was holding a small toy and dared to come to rescue people.
Hahaha... That's so damn funny!
As soon as the firefight began, they immediately realized something was wrong.
The flames spewed from the flamethrower were more than ten times more powerful than anything they had ever known.
With a loud bang, a speedboat was blown to pieces.
Half of the people on the speedboat died instantly, and the remaining half were either struggling to survive in the sea or were on their way to their deaths.
Damn, is that a flamethrower? This is a fire cannon!
The people on the speedboat were mercenaries. The reason why mercenaries live longer than ordinary soldiers is that they have better skills than ordinary soldiers, richer combat experience, and, most importantly, a greater sense of danger, combat skills, and eyesight than ordinary soldiers.
If you sense something is wrong, don't get entangled; immediately withdraw from the battle.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!..."
The people on the remaining two speedboats screamed their hearts out, but after a long time, the speedboats remained stationary and unresponsive.
Looking back, one of the brothers driving the speedboat had his head drooping as if he were asleep, while the other was shaking incessantly in a very strange posture.
Without thinking about when his partner was shot or whether he had a seizure, he casually shoved the man aside, quickly started the speedboat, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, a sharp pain shot through his head, his vision went black, he shuddered twice, and then stopped moving.
"Quick, let's go!"
His companion shouted, and when there was no response, yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"
He kicked the new driver, who tilted his head and caught a glimpse of a deadpan face out of the corner of his eye. He cursed angrily, "Useless!"
He casually tossed the person into the sea, put him in the driver's seat, and the driver's seat seemed to be electrified; the person swayed a few times, then stopped moving.
In just a short while, only one person remained on each of the two speedboats.
Those who survive to the end are the smartest and most adaptable members of the team.
The two men immediately threw down their guns, raised their hands in surrender, and kept saying things like, "Don't kill me, I surrender."
The Chinese people admire Confucianism, and thousands of years of fine traditions have cultivated their fine virtues of not killing those who surrender and treating prisoners of war kindly.
A true man is one who can bend and stretch, as the Chinese often say: "Where there's life, there's hope."
It's okay to put up with this for now, it's no big deal, as long as we have a chance! Hmph! ...
Their idea was too good to be true, but unfortunately, they ran into three people who hadn't received much education and didn't even know what Confucianism was.
Extremely unsportsmanlike conduct, bang bang bang bang, the first two shots were meant to kill, the last two were just to protect himself.
On their deathbeds, the two men stared wide-eyed with dilated pupils, as if regretting their misjudgment.
Oh God, not every Chinese person tells them to surrender and they won't be killed.
After rescuing the people, Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling had no intention of catching up with their old friends. They turned the assault boat around and prepared to leave.
A voice tentatively asked, "You...you are Zuo Ling, Zuo Ling, is that you?"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Zuo Ling turned around to look, but the sea reflected the light, making it impossible to see clearly.
Another voice exclaimed in surprise, "Zuo Ling, are you Zuo Ling?"
Yang Chengang stood in the shade. Although he was very thin, Zuo Ling recognized him at a glance and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, it's been a long time."
Seven years have passed, and Zuo Ling has changed a lot. Before, she could be easily lost in a crowd.
Now, she stands out wherever she goes; her striking appearance and presence make her the first person you notice.
Yang Chengang never expected that the unremarkable little girl from back then would grow up to be so dazzling and even save them.
He rubbed his hands together excitedly and said, "It's been...so long...not...a long time."
Yang Chengang was a big shot in Kyoto back then; he wasn't a brainless person.
After the apocalypse, he often thought of Zuo Ling and her various strange behaviors, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Zuo Ling must know something.
He cursed the heartless little girl, saying, "Brother Yang has treated you well, hasn't he? You have information, but you don't even remind your older brother."
Especially as his life became increasingly miserable, Zuo Ling's memories in his mind became clearer and clearer.
Upon seeing Zuo Ling again, the speculation from back then became a certainty.
He was certain that Zuo Ling must have known the apocalypse was coming, which was why she hoarded so many life-saving items like a fugitive.
Zuo Ling looked at the person who called her name first. Ha, Zheng Ming, her ex-husband.
Seven years have passed, but for her, it feels like 15 years have gone by.
She was reborn and immediately got divorced. The last time they met was on the icy continent. It was a brief reunion, and the memories are distant.
If it weren't for this unexpected encounter, she would have forgotten that she had seen Zheng Ming on the Ice and Snow Continent.
Zheng Mingbi looked much better when he was on the Ice and Snow Continent; his face had filled out, but he was still extremely thin.
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