Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Brother Dong is not afraid of death. Back then when he was skinny, he made such a big name because he dared to fight.

But facing the black hole of the gun, he finally realized sadly that he was old.

He has a very keen sense of Qi, knowing that the opponent will definitely shoot without hesitation.

So he quickly replied, "Someone said, you're asking about the old cripple."

It really was that guy... Qu Jianlei was not surprised by this answer, this is the wasteland.

The concession he gave to that person was not worth mentioning in the first place.

He took advantage of the situation and asked, "Can't the old cripple ask?"

Brother Dong quickly replied, "The death of the old cripple involved a big shot... I'm very dizzy, can I bandage it first?"

Qu Jianlei raised his chin expressionlessly, then put away the Gauss gun, and drew out the dagger.

At such a short distance, the high-frequency oscillating dagger is faster than the Gauss gun.

Brother Dong did lose a lot of blood, but he had another intention for asking: Is it possible for me to survive?

For survivors wandering in the wild, a first aid kit is also invaluable.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Brother Dong took out a pack of first aid from his waist and sprinkled it on his shoulders.

Then he took out another roll of bandages, biting his teeth, wrapped around his body a few times with one hand, and bandaged the wound on his left shoulder.

Then he tied a knot with one hand, quite skillfully.

Next, he glanced at Qu Jianlei, and asked in a low voice, "Can I have some water first?"

Qu Jianlei remained motionless, looking at his neck indifferently.

Brother Dong sighed, and spoke slowly, "I'm in the camp, and I still have a batch of supplies."

Qu Jianlei spoke calmly, "Answer my question first...I won't say it a second time."

Brother Dong pursed his lips and spoke, "The old cripple was killed by the people in the general settlement."

"The cause of the incident is that the general settlement killed a group of scavengers in the garbage dump. It seems that some people in it have something to do with the old cripple..."

Qu Jianlei was speechless, Mr. Sai and his gang really didn't treat the survivors as human beings.

But he was surprised, did Mr. Sai kill people just to find news about himself?

No way, who can be sure that without an antidote, he can struggle to survive?

Is it worthwhile to make a big fanfare for a dying or dead man?

He was silent for a long time before he asked again, "They killed the scavengers...for what reason?"

Brother Dong smiled wryly and shook his head, "This kind of thing... how can I deserve to know?"

Qu Jianlei spoke gloomyly, "I allow you to reorganize the language."

How is it possible not to know at all? Tu Zuofu killed the scavengers in Hong Si's settlement, and I don't know how many people saw it!

Sure enough, Brother Dong hesitated to answer, "It seems that the general settlement asked the scavengers to help find something..."

He knew a lot, even the scavengers were poisoned, and he also knew that the scavengers collected antidotes regularly.

On the eve of collecting the third phase of the antidote, Collins went ruthless and attacked five scavengers.

And the reason he gave Tuzuov was: these five people were not serious about inquiring about the news, and we handled it internally.

He didn't expect that Shaqu didn't appear either, so Tuzuov only needed to give fourteen antidotes.

Tuzuov was also somewhat surprised by this result: You guys are black, and you even kill your own people?

He didn't get angry because of this matter. Anyway, the other party's name was "cleaning careless scavengers".

So he directly issued fourteen antidotes and told the other party that there were only twelve antidotes next time.

However, another day later, someone came to the general settlement. After hearing the news, he took them directly to the garbage dump.

It is said that the person who took the lead was very unhappy: how to clean up the scavengers is not up to you to decide within yourself.

Probably because of this reason, they killed four or five hundred scavengers.

However, among the fourteen people involved, it is said that some escaped by chance because they were absent.

As for who escaped by chance, Dong Ge said that he didn't know.

"All I know is that Collins is dead... He can kill people, so naturally he must be prepared to be killed."

Having said that, there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

It's normal for survivors to calculate each other, and it's normal to kill people to prevent disasters, but it's funny to be killed after blocking disasters.

I'm afraid it may not be a "lucky" escape! Qu Jianlei asked aloud, "What exactly is the big man looking for?"

"I don't dare to inquire about this," Dong Ge shook his head expressionlessly, "it will kill you."

"You are always going to die!" Qu Jianlei swayed, and the short dagger cut open the artery on the side of the opponent's neck.

"You..." Brother Dong looked at him in amazement, and wanted to reach out to cover his neck, but his whole body was sore and weak.

There was too much blood just now.

Originally sitting, he fell limply to the ground, and couldn't help asking, "I bandaged it all up, why did you kill me?"

Qu Jianlei didn't bother to talk to him at all: Allowing you to bandage up and let you live...is this the same thing?

He killed the last rider again, and began to eliminate the traces.

He tied two motorcycles to both sides of the rear wheels of his own motorcycle—the kind with the front wheels raised.

He didn't keep the body either, he tied it to a motorcycle and took it away, and buried it somewhere fifty kilometers away.

This time the harvest is quite large, except for nutrients, there is everything.

Not to mention the two motorcycles, there are Gauss machine guns, laser assault guns, Gauss automatic guns and two laser pistols.

Other things worth mentioning are quite a lot of ammo and even a power block.

There were also eight silver dollars, which directly solved Qu Jianlei's money shortage dilemma.

With this ticket, he made a fortune. He drove all the way without any purpose at all, and he counted wherever he went.

Hurrying during the day and resting and meditating at night, the stock of nutrients dropped sharply.

He walked for seven days, and when the three fuel tanks were about to run out, he found a survivor camp.

This camp wasn't too small, at least it was bigger than the rocky camp he was in.

He rode a motorcycle and dragged two into the camp, which was really eye-catching.

Some people were not convinced, but when they saw the Gauss machine gun on the motorcycle and the laser assault gun on their body, they decided not to provoke them.

Anyone who dares to carry three motorcycles around alone will definitely not be a good person.

Moreover, these motorcycles are likely to be stolen by murder.

Qu Jianlei found a grocery store and exchanged a Gauss automatic gun and a long knife for water and some oil.

He didn't use silver dollars, because here, silver dollars are not as good as barter and cause speculation.

The grocery store also noticed that this person was not easy to mess with, and the transaction price given was actually very reasonable.

After the transaction was over, Qu Jianlei asked, "Do you accept the motorcycle...?"

Grocery stores will definitely accept motorcycles, but if such large items are collected with nutritional supplements, resources will be strained.

"Then change to meat and food," Qu Jianlei didn't want to take nutritional supplements all the time.

The grocery store said that they don't have much meat and food, and it takes two days to stock up.

No way, this is the case in a small place. In a wild camp, how many people can afford meat and food?

Qu Jianlei was not surprised either, he just took the opportunity to repair the motorcycle.

The two seized motorcycles fell down while driving. Although they were thick and solid, there were some glitches.

And Qu Jianlei also wanted to modify his motorcycle to make it easier to use.

There is a private repair shop in the camp, which is part-time, but the owner said that he does not know how to repair motorcycles.

Qu Jianlei's answer was: I don't need your help to repair it, just lend me the tools.

It is said to be borrowed, but it is actually rented. The store also provided some raw materials.

Two days later, all three motorcycles were repaired, and the one used by Qu Jianlei had the biggest change.

The most important thing is that the output has increased, and the speed can be increased by 23% under the same conditions. The key is that the starting speed is increased quickly.

What Qu Jianlei is after is of course not a "back pushing feeling" - this thing doesn't have a seat with an armchair either.

Speeding up quickly means that it is easier to escape, and it is related to the chance of survival, so it cannot be overemphasized.

At this time, the shopkeeper looked at him with admiration, "The mechanical level is strong, and the hands-on ability is stronger!"

Qu Jianlei was not without a little complacency. He was in Blue Star back then, but he built a motorcycle from scratch.

The level of technology remaining in the wasteland is very high, and the fuel is not gasoline or diesel, but a mixed energy fluid.

In this case, he was able to complete the transformation of his own car, which is really a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, he replaced some of the better parts on the two stolen motorcycles with his own.

Those two cars didn't lose much performance, but his car was better.

In the past two days, the owner of the grocery store has also been looking for various sources of goods, but there are really not many meat and grains.

Finally, he got a lot of nutrients, fuel and ammunition, and he was barely able to exchange for two motorcycles.

For him, this is also a big business that is rarely encountered once a year.

Qu Jianlei was a little confused when he heard the words, "Two motorcycles? I only wanted to sell one."

The owner of the store became a little anxious when he heard the words, "Brother, the price I gave you is very fair."

"Let's have two." Qu Jianlei didn't care, his own motorcycle was stronger, and that was the most important thing.

The defense ability has been improved, as long as there are enough supplies, he will be good enough to practice.

However, he did have a little more supplies with him, so he had to assemble a two-wheel scooter and hang it on the motorcycle.

He stayed in this camp for five full days, and it was rare that no one came to trouble him.

It can be seen that the aura is strong to a certain extent, and it can effectively deter others in the wasteland.

He was riding a motorcycle and dragging a scooter. When Shi Shiran left, everyone just watched silently.

It wasn't until he completely disappeared into the distance that the grocery store owner went to the repair shop owner.

"What is the background of this person, did you find out anything?"

"This is not something our camp can worry about," the owner of the maintenance shop shook his head with envy.

"This is definitely not a wanderer in the wild. He only talks about his motorcycle repair skills, and there are not many in the Hongliu settlement."

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