Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

When Morrison spoke, Collins didn't bother to answer, but just gave him a cold look-is it your turn to speak here?

The dirty woman also looked at him, and said impatiently, "You think we let you deliver the goods, are you so rare for these three rounds?"

Then she looked at Qu Jianlei, "Xiao Qu, we have to figure it out, how can we fight for the undead."

"I'm not familiar with them," Qu Jianlei replied helplessly, "Everyone may die, this is the wasteland."

"They all appreciate you," said a middle-aged man, who was the one who told him the secret of the injection.

"If you can come forward and organize, we will have fewer deaths."

They don't think that Shaqun can absolutely stop the killing, but even if it can stop a little, it's good!

Survivors of the wasteland seldom think about absolute survival rates, that's not realistic.

The truth is that they pay more attention to the probability of survival. The higher the probability, the higher the hope of survival.

"I can't organize it," Qu Jianlei replied very simply, then raised his hand and pointed at Morrison.

"Anyone who wants to organize self-help can find him, he is more eloquent than me."

"Eloquent... We've seen a lot," Collins said grimly. "People appreciate your stupidity."

I'm stupid...have I eaten your rice? Qu Jianlei was too lazy to argue with him, it wasn't worth it, "You can also be stupid."

This is not something that normal people can say! Collinston was speechless for a moment.

Finally, he asked resentfully, "Do you think...you will be fine this time?"

Qu Jianlei turned his head to think for a while, and then replied, "I was not eaten by the fallen ones at that time, I can survive until now, and I earned it!"

"I have nothing to say to you idiot!" Collins lost his temper completely.

However, many survivors do have this kind of mentality, wasteland, one more day of life is earned.

Early the next morning, everyone came to the Hongsi settlement.

Regrettably, after waiting all morning, I got a message: Captain Tuzuov is not here and has gone out to work.

Everyone was about to ask what to do with the antidote, when the guards who brought the medicine last time came.

He brought enough medicine packs, distributed them one-on-one, and said.

"The captain is not here, it is inconvenient for me to kill anyone, but you have no news, the captain confessed..."

"Next time, if there is no news, he plans to only send out fifteen medicine packets!"

At that time, there were 20 scavengers who were injected with the drug, and Qu Jianlei, who was an auxiliary worker, made a total of 21 people.

One person was killed last time, and twenty people received the antidote this time.

The dirty woman was stunned when she heard the words, "Next time...do you want to kill five?"

"If there's no news, that's it," the guard replied blankly.

After a pause, he added, "It's not necessary to kill five people... Maybe someone is seriously injured, and the captain's marksmanship is average."

This cold joke made everyone laugh out loud.

Collins couldn't help muttering, "Even if it's a minor injury...without an antidote, it will be death sooner or later."

When Qu Jianlei heard this, he looked at him calmly, and said in his heart that he was worried that you would be the one who was silenced in the end.

However, Collins' perception ability was extremely strong, and he felt that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and gave Qu Jianlei a faint look.

There was no expression on his face, but it didn't mean anything. Many survivors were masters of expression management.

This time, everyone took the antidote on the spot again.

But Qu Jianlei played a trick, directly using the paper bag from last time to replace the paper bag this time.

So the antidote he poured into his mouth was only a wisp.

But... no one should be able to see it, right?

This time he brought a lot of supplies, and directly exchanged three Gauss guns and a long knife for a simple motorcycle.

Here in the wasteland, motorcycles are much more expensive than Gauss guns. Although Gauss guns are weapons, motorcycles are considered "big items"!

In normal exchange, it is almost one to three, but one of the guns he used to exchange is very old.

So he added an extra long knife.

And the motorcycle provided by the other party is not ordinary. Although it is a second-hand car, it looks ugly, but the leather is durable.

Qu Jianlei has some attainments in mechanics, so it's no problem to look for a second-hand motorcycle.

After getting the motorcycle, he hit the accelerator and galloped away.

What he didn't know was that there were at least five groups of people behind him, silently watching him.

Collins turned his head, glanced at the dirty woman, his face was expressionless, "It's all like this, and you still tolerate him continuing to be stupid?"

"I don't quite understand that," the woman replied casually, "Can he really control those lunatics?"

Collins sneered, "One more person, one more chance to live."

"Do you think he will die?" A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, "Then, you must be the one who died."

"Really?" A gleam flashed across Collins' eyes.

Not far away, the owner of a grocery store looked at Qu Jianlei indifferently, "Just a fool...with no strength?"

"Strength, who can say clearly?" He was surrounded by a strong fifth child, "Second brother, if you want to mess with him, just do it."

"Secret silver medal..." the shop owner sighed softly, "I'm really curious, what is hidden in the silver medal."

The secret silver medal is actually not that big, only calculated based on the weight of silver, it is only half the size of a silver dollar, and it is no problem to fold five silver dimes.

But there are patterns on the silver medal, which are handicrafts, especially the patterns are very exquisite, which can be regarded as exquisite handicrafts.

When Qu Jianlei wanted five silver dollars at the beginning, he also referred to the value of handicrafts.

Otherwise, why would he sell this thing? Not in a hurry to spend money.

But the owner of the store knows very well that the secret silver medal is not just silver and handicrafts, its real function is a key...

Not far from him, there was a combination of hunters who were also staring at Qu Jianlei.

A small man let out a chuckle, "It's still a mistake, I didn't expect this guy... to be rich."

Those who dare to ride a motorcycle to the wild alone need not only a little wealth, but also a little courage!

Among the hunters, there are motorcycles, and there can be two or three out of ten.

But there are only two or three out of a hundred who dare to ride a motorcycle to the wild.

It's not just a matter of guts. Hunters are cleaner than scavengers, but there are quite a few desperadoes in them.

My own life is a trivial matter. If the motorcycle is damaged outside, it will "make the poor family worse."

Those who are really rich all live in residential areas. Even if they come out, they drive off-road vehicles. Who knows how to play motorcycles...

In the trio, another person wearing a mask spoke, "I suggest not to provoke this person."

The man who knew Sister Na was taken aback when he heard the words. Although he acted rashly, he admired this teammate's judgment.

As for other gazes, there are those from scavengers, and others...

Qu Jianlei rode a motorcycle and bumped for more than three hours, and arrived at a transit camp more than 100 kilometers away.

There are not many people in the transit camp, but there are a lot of goods, mainly to sell supplies to the survivors.

Qu Jianlei filled up the oil, bought a large plastic jug filled with oil, and purchased a batch of field supplies, then got in the car and left.

During this purchase, he bought a lot of things, and almost emptied out his entire family.

His shot even attracted some people's attention, and their eyes were not kind.

After all, he came and left quickly, and before those who coveted him had time to do anything, he had already left.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Qu Jianlei came to the Luanshi camp, took away the supplies he could use, and left quietly again.

This time, he took all his belongings and planned to take a risk.

A total of two Gauss guns, one shotgun and one laser gun, two long and short knives, and some ammunition.

In terms of living materials, there are more than forty sticks of nutritional supplements, three water bags, and related field supplies.

Your own safety cannot be placed on the hands of others who pull the trigger.

He was able to get away with it twice, thank God, he would not be so stupid as to think that he was the child of destiny.

In the wild wasteland, no place is safe, but it must be fought.

Riding the motorcycle all the way, he rushed to 70 kilometers away, which was the place where the Fallen imprisoned him last time.

It's an abandoned town where useful things have been emptied long ago.

There are ruins everywhere, and there are only a few rooms that can barely shelter from the wind and rain.

After annihilating the Fallen last time, the hunters also burned the corpses and blew up a few rooms, making them even more dilapidated.

Qu Jianlei checked carefully for a long time, and after making sure that no one or beast was there, he unloaded the things from the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was hidden in a corner of the wall, covered with earth-colored rags, and then pressed with some broken bricks, perfect!

This is not over yet, he chose an inconspicuous broken wall to hide, then took out some items, and began to set traps.

Qu Jianlei's ability to set traps is very strong, but in the past, he had no conditions, so he could only make some alarm devices in the place where he stayed.

This time it was different. Among the supplies he brought, there was even some gunpowder, and there was no shortage of steel balls.

His requirements are not high, as long as he can give a moderate warning and hinder the opponent's progress, that's enough.

As for the traps with high lethality, he also set up two traps with not much material, but there is no problem with killing two people.

I just hope that the people who may come have some insight, and don't chase after him and force him to use it.

After all the preparations, it was noon, Qu Jianlei was already a little tired, so he decided to take a nap first.

In the evening, he was awakened by severe pain all over his body.

So... have the side effects of the transformation potion come?

He gritted his teeth and stood up cross-legged to meditate, wanting to try, whether he could survive this time without taking the antidote.

However, the severe pain became more and more severe, and in the end, he couldn't even concentrate on guarding his dantian.

He slowly opened his eyes, sighed, took out the small paper bag, and took about one-third of the dose.

The antidote entered the stomach, and it took effect instantly, as if being surrounded by a warm current.

Feeling the warm current quickly repairing his body, Qu Jianlei hesitated for a moment, then looked at the half mutant beast crystal.