Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Qu Jianlei's communication skills are much worse than the other party's, but when he thinks about it, this little advantage is really nothing.

So he nodded, "Okay, the two of you count as half, and you can tell me what you can say."

In fact, the news is not complicated. The cripple was found by the law enforcement team of Hong Si's settlement.

Everyone didn't know what the law enforcement team asked, but it was obvious that his answer could not satisfy the other party.

The fact that the cripple was able to do this business had something to do with the settlement, and the law enforcement team scolded him, as if they wanted to let him go.

But another group of people directly killed the cripple.

In the end, the man said mysteriously, "Do you know? That's the person from Hong Zizong's settlement..."

He didn't let the woman say it, but he himself was excited to say it, "That kind of big man, killing you and me is like trampling an ant to death."

"That's right," Qu Jianlei muttered softly, and stopped talking.

Originally, he wanted to inquire about the garbage dump, but now that he heard that even the lame man had been killed, he should take a moment to inquire.

He spent most of the time after crossing over there, but who is he grateful or caring about over there?

No, not a single one!

He just wanted to know what kind of reaction Mr. Sai would have when he found out that he was missing.

Seeing what happened to the old cripple, he could already guess what attitude the general settlement would have if he found out that he was not dead.

So he really wasn't in a hurry to inquire about the fate of those people.

It is impossible not to inquire at all, he always has to analyze how dangerous the situation he is facing based on the fate of those people.

After collecting some purple lichens, Qu Jianlei exchanged nutrients for some small things like metal wires to supplement the trap materials.

Then he turned and walked out of the camp, towards the place where the motorcycle was hidden.

Seeing him leave, the man who betrayed the news just rolled his eyes and walked towards a large semi-underground building.

This is the recreational place of the camp, not only selling tobacco and alcohol, but also selling some semi-prohibited things.

Morrison's blue beauty was bought here last time.

The room was full of smog, four people were drinking and chatting, and there were three individual guests.

The man went to the drinking group, faced a skinny man, and whispered, "Brother Dong, I have news."

Brother Dong squinted at him, took a sip of the cloudy wine, and said a word casually, "Say."

The man grinned, showing his black and yellow teeth, "Brother Dong, this...you have always been very angry."

The skinny man squinted at him again, "I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"

The man trembled in fright, so he could only speak honestly, "A stranger just now asked about the lame man."

"What's there for a cripple to inquire about?" A man with a flower arm said disapprovingly, "They are all dead."

"Brother Hei, the dead are also valuable," the man explained carefully, "What if he is the person the general settlement is looking for?"

"Ma De, do you dare to worry about any money?" The man with the flowery arms glared at him.

"I don't even dare to get involved with that kind of character... I'm just wondering, who gave you the courage?"

The skinny Dong Ge remained silent, staring indifferently at the wine glass in his hand with blank eyes.

"What if?" The man replied with a smile on his face, "It's worth it if you don't make money if you can get on the line of a big man in the general settlement."

"Big man..." The man with the flowery arms snorted disapprovingly, then looked at the skinny man, "Brother Dong?"

Brother Dong put down the wine glass in his hand, and said lightly, "Go on."

The man told the story, and also focused on the weapons that Qu Jianlei carried with him.

Qu Jianlei came in to inquire about information, so he only brought a Gauss automatic gun and a short dagger.

This kind of configuration shows that he has a certain strength, but... the guy who played Sap back then was also equipped with this equipment.

And he is so downcast that he even collects purple lichen, how strong can he be?

Of course, if it was really a spy, it would be a cover-up, but is that really the case?

"Okay," the skinny man stood up straight away, "Brothers, let's go."

He looks muddle-headed, but how can he be the boss of a gang without any skills?

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, killing decisively, this is his true face.

But Hua Bi was a little hesitant instead, "Brother Dong...do you really think you can catch up with those big shots?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't match it, you have to try it," Brother Jiu replied casually, "If it doesn't work, I'll take his equipment away."

"It's just a gun," the flower-armed man said disdainfully, "Is it necessary?"

The skinny man glanced at him, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Brother Dong, that's not what I meant," the flower-armed man honestly raised his hands.

Brother Dong is the well-deserved soul of the gang. He can express objections, but he must not question them.

So he explained tactfully, "I'm worried that he has the means. We have recently reduced our staff a lot...wouldn't it be worthwhile?"

Costs and benefits must be considered when fighting a war. In order to grab a gun, in case you hurt your brother, is it worthwhile?

"Yes, we are short of people," Brother Dong replied casually, "We can bring people in as cannon fodder."

Co-authoring with him, he has three plans, it is best to please the big shots in the residential area, if not, coerce the other party into cannon fodder.

If both are not feasible, then kill people and get more goods. As for the possibility of losses for your own side... Isn't it enough that the gains are greater than the losses?

How many of those who live in the wasteland don't know how to settle accounts?

If there is only the third possibility, Brother Dong is too lazy to move, but there are still the first two possibilities, so it is worth a fight.

The four men walked out of the room, and the man with the flower arm asked directly, "Which direction are you going?"

The informant pointed in the direction, and the skinny Dong Ge waved his hand, "Get in the car, both cars will leave."

"Two cars?" The flower-armed man was a little surprised, "That's one person."

Brother Dong glanced at him and shook his head, "The layout is too small. If it's really the goal... two cars may not be enough."

"That's right," the flower-armed man nodded, and rushed directly towards a motorcycle.

"Brother Hei," the whistleblower shouted, "then what... the information fee?"

"Shut up!" Hua Bi shouted without looking back, "Wait here, is it short enough for you?"

The man didn't dare to speak immediately, and the two motorcycles roared away, and he spat resentfully.

When Qu Jianlei walked out of the camp, he was very vigilant in his heart. He knew that the survivors of the wasteland were full of malice towards the lone traveler.

Not far from the camp, he ran all the way with his waist down, thinking about getting rid of possible stalkers.

After running for about two kilometers, he heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from behind.

Damn it, good spirits not spirits bad spirits!

Qu Jianlei calculated that he was still about one kilometer away from the place where the motorcycle was hidden.

Immediately afterwards, a series of numbers flashed in his mind.

I have already run two kilometers, and I want to finish the remaining one kilometer, it will not be faster than four minutes.

Although the motorcycles in the wasteland can go off-road, they usually do not exceed forty kilometers per hour.

I chose a wasteland where motorcycles are not easy to walk on. In this kind of terrain, the speed of the motorcycle is only about 30 kilometers per hour.

Then the opponent wants to reach the current position, basically it takes about four minutes.

At that time, Qu Jianlei could barely run to the place where the motorcycle was hidden.

However, a distance of one kilometer is already within the effective killing range of the Gauss automatic gun.

Therefore, this chasing soldier should not be underestimated. If he relaxes a bit, he will face an irreversible situation.

And he didn't know how many people were chasing after him...

There is no plan to fight, everything must be for the purpose of running away.

But now Qu Jianlei is really a little tired.

The physical fitness of the Wastelanders is a little stronger than that of the Blue Stars, and their running speed is a little faster.

But he still had a lot of supplies on his body, and after running for two kilometers in a row, it was very difficult to speed up.

Think about it, he can only circulate the little internal energy in his body and pour it into his two legs.

He had never made a similar attempt before, for no other reason-poor!

But now is the moment of life and death, so I can't take care of so much.

However, as soon as the inner energy poured into his legs, he immediately felt the difference: the speed had increased significantly!

Roughly judged, it should be about double the previous increase.

In other words, it only takes about two minutes for him to run to the place where the motorcycle and supplies are hidden.

Two minutes later, those people should still be two kilometers away from him.

The effective range of the Gauss automatic gun is more than three kilometers, but whether it is accurate or not is the problem.

If the Gauss gun two kilometers away wanted to hit him, it had to fire continuously, and the density of the bullets was used to make up for the deviation.

So the two minutes saved are quite crucial, and he finally has the confidence to escape.

However, a minute later, Qu Jianlei, who was running, suddenly realized that he was a little hungry again!

It's been a while since he last ate, but the hunger he feels now is obviously due to the consumption of internal energy.

His heart suddenly felt a little unjust: I have to take two more nutritional supplements to escape smoothly?

He was originally reluctant to escape, but he didn't know the opponent's equipment and number of people, so he had to run.

Thinking of consuming a small amount of nutrients to escape, the more I think about it, the more I get angry.

What is it that provoked you? Let me, who was not rich in the first place, make things worse?

Since he was upset, he immediately reacted to another problem: someone knew that he had bought a motorcycle outside the settlement.

Therefore, escaping by motorcycle is likely to attract the attention of the general settlement.

He had thought of this possibility before, but he deliberately ignored it—the sky is big and the earth is big, escape is the biggest!

Now that he's thinking about fighting back, he might as well get rid of this hidden danger.

However, how many people are chasing them, and what equipment are they equipped with?

However, the next moment, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, "Why are you thinking so much, I'm faster than a motorcycle!"

On the wasteland with no roads, the speed of a motorcycle will basically not exceed 40 kilometers per hour, and it may not even be 30 kilometers per hour when it is slow.

And his current speed is basically thirty-five or six kilometers per hour. If durability is not considered, he is really not afraid of motorcycles!

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