The vehicle slowly came to a stop.
"Hello."
Lin Fan smiled, proactively waving his hand to greet them. No matter the situation, it's important to maintain courtesy. Life isn't just about fighting; it's more about communication.
Through the glass, he could see there were three survivors inside the car.
It wasn't that he judged by appearance, but they didn't seem like good people.
Clang!
The survivors inside opened the door. The bald man held a gun, exuding a fierce aura, raising his gun with domineering intent, wanting to utter the most menacing words to suppress the opponent.
But suddenly.
"Ah... ah... you... you."
The bald man's gun fell to the ground. Staring wide-eyed, he dumbly looked at the Lin Fan in front of him.
Lin Fan bent down to pick up the gun that had fallen on the ground. He had always been very resistant to bad people using guns to harm ordinary survivors, but if the gun was used against zombies to ensure one's own safety, he would wholeheartedly support it.
