Creaaak——
The motorho parked thirty ters away from a small building inside the driving school.
Click!
Jackals let go of the car door handle and jumped down from the vehicle.
As he jumped down, he pulled an assault rifle from his back, raised it, and looked toward the small building ahead.
After the vehicle stopped, Third Uncle and Ant got out one after the other.
Once they got down, over twenty people suddenly rushed out from the building.
They held various weapons, mostly lee weapons, but there was an older man holding a long blunderbuss, about one and a half ters long, very conspicuous.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with long hair draped over his shoulders, eyeing Third Uncle and the others as they got out of the vehicle with a fierce glare.
However, when they saw that Third Uncle and his group were holding automatic rifles, they felt a chill in their hearts. More importantly, they noticed Third Uncle and others were dressed in uniform anti-explosion suits, which made them hesitate for a mont.
"Little Feng, are those real guns they're holding? If they're real, we're no match for them." The old man with the long blunderbuss said.
The leading man frowned and whispered, "They seem real, but they shouldn't be from the Governnt. It's been so long since the zombie outbreak, and the Governnt has never appeared. If they were going to show up, they would have by now. They must've stolen the equipnt from sowhere."
The person on the right asked nervously, "Brother Feng, what do we do now? It's about to rain outside. What if these people..."
A glint of determination appeared in Brother Feng's eyes, and he said to the group, "Regardless, let's first ask what they want. We'll confront them if necessary. I'm done running and hiding every day."
Everyone nodded in agreent, displaying a resolute determination, their eyes fixed intently on Third Uncle and his group.
Third Uncle surveyed the people.
Though you can't always understand soone from appearances, sotis you can judge a person's nature from their state, deanor, and the aura they exude.
Third Uncle observed that these people were wearing ragged clothes, looked terrified yet extrely cautious.
Among them were both n and won, young and old, each looking emaciated and pitiful.
After a quick assessnt, Third Uncle generally judged that these were just ordinary survivors, and he wasn't one to kill indiscriminately...
Seeing their intense hostility, he paused for a few seconds, lowered his gun, and took a few steps forward.
He shouted to the group, "We're just passing through, mind if we spend the night?"
Ling Feng, hearing that this group wasn't specifically targeting them, felt slightly relieved.
Yet, in the next mont, he was once again wary of Third Uncle and his companions.
After all, in this doomsday, there were all sorts of shady characters, and people whose words didn't match their actions were too common.
How could he know if the person in front of him was deceiving them?
The atmosphere beca tense again, with Ling Feng pondering the trustworthiness of Third Uncle's words.
On the other hand, Third Uncle saw that they hadn't responded for a long ti.
He thought for a mont, realizing sothing.
He then returned to the vehicle and called out to Old Qin, "Bring two pounds of flatbread as a lodging fee."
Old Qin was a bit reluctant, but he followed Third Uncle's instruction.
They carried various types of dry food, but flatbread was the most plentiful.
Old Qin wrapped ten pieces of flatbread in a cloth. They usually only needed one or two pieces per al.
The flatbread contained peanut oil, dried vegetables, so bits of at, and the rest was flour.
To save space, the flatbread was compressed at Second Uncle's factory into a small piece weighing about two ounces.
This specially treated flatbread contained almost no moisture, making it long-lasting and suitable for carrying long-term.
It could be eaten dry, cooked into a mash, or roasted.
Old Qin expertly tossed the cloth-wrapped flatbread to Third Uncle.
Third Uncle caught it casually, then turned and, with what he hoped was a friendly smile, said to the survivors before him, "We won't stay for free. Since you found this place first, we'll compensate you. This package of food is for you."
After speaking, Third Uncle tossed the flatbread towards them.
In Third Uncle's view, he never liked bullying the weak.
The package of flatbread landed precisely in front of Ling Feng, and, like a blooming lotus, it opened to reveal the flatbread inside.
Gulp!
As the faint aroma of food wafted from the flatbread, soone behind Ling Feng swallowed hard, staring at it.
Third Uncle's swift movent had been so fast that Ling Feng and his people hadn't even had ti to react or dodge as the flatbread was thrown over.
Ling Feng only glanced at the flatbread on the ground, then looked away, his mind racing.
From what he had observed, these people might not be simple. The person who scaled the wall and crouched by the car earlier moved with great skill.
If their firearms were real, the fact that they also threw food suggested they might not be bad people.
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