Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Qu Jianlei ignored Rogers' pleading for help. He wanted to get into trouble just now, and he almost jumped up.

With Gauss automatic guns, rescue must have come.

The Corrupted also have Gauss automatic guns, but they are difficult to supply and can only be obtained by looting.

And when the survivors attacked the fallen, they not only worked together, but they would never be soft.

So being rescued is a high probability event. What he has to consider now is not to be killed by the fallen before being rescued.

The blood on Rogers' neck was still hissing and splashing.

He tried his best to roll towards Qu Jianlei, hoping to get his rescue.

Unfortunately, after only rolling for a week, he became weak and dizzy.

"Brother Qu, save me!"

Qu Jianlei snorted softly, you didn't come over just now, did you think of doing it now?

He knew very well that Rogers didn't trust him in his heart, so he kept his distance.

It was too late to ask him for help now.

Rogers stared at him desperately, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Qu Jianlei's body also rolled, but he deliberately bypassed Rogers and came behind him.

The blood on Rogers' neck was no longer splattered, but it was still gurgling.

His occlusal muscles moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

Qu Jianlei untied the restraints on his feet calmly, tied another slipknot, and tied his hands behind his back.

Then he lay down in the blood on the ground, squinting his eyes and pretending to be dead.

The fighting outside was fierce, and there were occasional bursts of fire.

"There's still heavy firepower..." Qu Jianlei wondered inwardly, it wasn't just scavengers who came?

The battle lasted for almost half an hour, and the gunfire gradually faded away.

After a few more scattered gunshots, voices began to make noise.

Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open, and a burst of dust flew up.

"This is the dismemberment warehouse!" Someone shouted loudly!

"There are people on the ground, beware of fallen ones!"

A female voice snorted coldly, "If you are a fallen person, you will know if you take two shots!"

Human lives are worthless in the wasteland, and survivors attack to kill the fallen, not save them!

Fortunately, someone stopped the woman, "What to shoot, is it because the bullets don't cost money, or are the energy blocks free?"

The female voice said indifferently, "Just say that they are fallen, and they can get two more bounties!"

Killing the good and taking the credit? Qu Jianlei sighed secretly, the order in the wasteland is really too bad!

But fortunately, there are always people who know things, "Don't make trouble, do you really think that the settlement can't detect the fallen?"

The female voice replied nonchalantly, "Not everyone will check it, right?"

"Okay, it's not worth wasting two bullets," someone snorted, "If you two are not dead... Hurry up!"

Qu Jianlei twisted his body and sat up slowly, fearing that the other party would kill him if he moved too much.

Being in the wasteland, one cannot be too cautious.

Rogers obviously couldn't sit up, but he still kicked his legs hard and said, "I can still rescue it."

Human lives in the wasteland are worthless, but every life is quite tenacious.

The carotid artery was cut open for half an hour, but it didn't bleed to death. It was definitely considered a "miracle of life" on the Blue Star.

But the survivors didn't care about him, rescue? Are you kidding me, can you afford to pay?

A survivor pointed a gun at Qu Jianlei, and slowly walked forward, "Have you ever eaten human flesh?"

"No," Qu Jianlei shook his head slowly, "I am willing to be tested."

"What are you?" A woman stepped forward and kicked Qu Jianlei several times.

Hearing the voice, it was the one who wanted to kill the good and take the credit just now.

She had scars all over her face, and most of her left ear was missing, leaving only the small upper pinna.

"Can you pay for the test? Don't beep if you don't have money."

"Lock it up and starve for two days." A man with a broken left arm said, "Cannibals will have abnormal reactions."

"Maybe there will be no reaction," the scarred woman said lightly, "It's better to sell it to the mine."

The mine she was talking about was actually a garbage dump.

There is too much rubbish and too thick, and some places are in danger of collapsing, digging holes to pick up rubbish, it really smells like a mine.

The gun pointed at Qu Jianlei's survivors, "Boy, did you hear that? Hurry up and tell me what's useful for you!"

It's all a trick! Qu Jianlei knew in his heart that these few people who sang together were trying to extract oil from him.

Saving people has never been the point, but since you saved people, how could you not ask for benefits?

The methods used by these few people to seek benefits are a bit simple and rude, but this is exactly the style of the wasteland.

It's not worth spending too much time on trivial things.

Qu Jianlei could only look at the person outside the door, "Third Master, you know that I have no money."

The man known as the third master broke a leg and was fitted with a mechanical prosthesis.

He carried no large firearms, just an oddly shaped pistol in his waistband.

Don't underestimate this pistol, a serious laser gun, except for a little less power, its performance far exceeds that of Gauss automatic guns.

The third master is also begging for life in the garbage dump. As for picking up garbage, you have to bring a laser gun... This is normal.

The third master never looked down on Qu Jianlei, and when he needed to move the goods, he never gave him money, at most he gave him a tube of nutritional supplements.

When he was upset, he wouldn't even give him any nutritional supplements, so he asked Sha Qubai to help.

However, Qu Jianlei never helped in vain, and would rather suffer a severe beating.

The number of times has been too many, and the third master also knows that this fool is only virtuous, so he doesn't bother to beat him-it takes effort to beat someone.

Anyway, his impression of Shaqu is very general, but he is an acquaintance after all, "Shaqu, these few are hunters."

Hunters do not make a living by scavenging, but hunt all kinds of wild beasts and mutant beasts, and sometimes accept hunting tasks.

Their status is much higher than that of scavengers, and they can be regarded as the main force of the wasteland.

The third master was also a hunter when he was young, but later his leg was broken and it was inconvenient to fight, so he had to go to the garbage dump to become a scavenger.

He had a bad attitude towards Qu Jianlei, but he didn't have a good attitude towards the hunter either.

The scar-faced woman sensed his unfriendliness and turned her head to look at him coldly.

Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, "I really don't have any money, and I usually just make a living in the mine."

It's impossible to sell me to the junkyard, I've always been in that business.

This is not to say how much face he has in the junkyard area, but... anyone who wants to buy him violates a taboo.

They are all in the same piece. If someone can buy a silly song today, wouldn't someone be able to buy the third master tomorrow?

The scar-faced woman's face darkened when she heard the words, "With such a big garbage dump, do you really think everyone will know you?"

The garbage dump is really huge, it can be said to be endless.

At least Qu Jianlei lived in the wasteland for six years, and he didn't know how big the garbage dump was.

The woman threatened him like this, but he still didn't make a sound, just stayed there in silence.

Qu Jianlei has enough reasons to refute, but he is not stupid - to reason with a man with a gun?

He believed that others would give this silly woman a hint.

Sure enough, the third master said, "Siqu has a mouth under his nose, and he can write..."

"As long as he says that he is living in the mine, no one will buy him!"

"Don't understand what it means? Those who bought him probably don't want to be sold to another mine one day."

The third master really didn't want to save Qu Jianlei, but for the sake of all the scavengers - if you do this, the order of the garbage dump will be chaotic!

No matter how bad order is, it is better than no order!

"No waste of time!" The woman raised her leg and kicked Qu Jianlei to the ground.

Qu Jianlei still drooped his eyelids and remained silent, this was the habit of "controlling anger" he had cultivated.

"Okay, this is the rope of KS16, let's untie it first," said the man with the broken left arm, "lock it up and observe for two days."

This is the most normal way to deal with it, and it is actually the most friendly words at this moment.

A man with only a long knife stepped forward and knelt down to help Qu Jianlei untie the rope.

Just looking at his weapon, one can guess that this should also be a scavenger.

But the long knife on his waist is not an ordinary thing, it should be a super frequency oscillation knife.

In essence, scavenging is not only a technical job, it not only tests eyesight, but also tests strength.

And equipment itself is a part of strength!

When he untied the rope, there were still two guns pointed at Qu Jianlei to prevent him from violently attacking him.

However, immediately after, the man with the long knife snorted lightly, "Huh...you have already untied it?"

Qu Jianlei is very good at knotting, but unfortunately, he met an expert this time.

But he didn't feel like he was dying, he just answered with drooping eyelids, "I want to find a chance to escape."

"This...it's hard to save," the woman picked Rogers' body with her toes.

Then she gave Qu Jianlei a disdainful look, "Just watch him die like this, without even helping to stop the bleeding?"

Qu Jianlei didn't want to answer, but after thinking about it, not answering would aggravate his suspicion of "degenerate".

So he muttered in a low voice, "I'm afraid of death!"

"What the hell!" the woman cursed angrily, turned around and strode out of the room.

"You really aren't afraid of being ashamed!" The man with the long knife couldn't help but say something, and then stood up.

"Since you have untied it, then do it yourself."

Qu Jianlei twitched his lips speechlessly, you are not afraid of embarrassment if you kill the good and pretend to be meritorious, now you have the nerve to say me?

Others, however, didn't think there was anything wrong with that, though no one blamed him either.

You have to have the ability to kill the good and take the credit... Silly song, you want to kill the good and take the credit, can you do it?

Seriously, if you have the conditions to help the same kind, but you didn't make a move, it's normal to be said a few words.

Of course, no one accused him of being cold-blooded, that being alive... was more important than anything else.

The survivors of the wasteland are so realistic.

But the third master looked at Royce again and recognized him, "Isn't this... a member of the small gang that launders the mines?"

The good things found in the garbage dump must be handed over to special people for processing, commonly known as ore washing.

The profit of washing ore is not very high, but it is not something that can be done alone.

The third master even had the impression that this dying guy should have something to do with Sha Qu.