Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Qu Jianlei was furious when he heard this, who dares to say that I am not honest?

When he looked sideways, his anger disappeared immediately, and he just smiled coldly.

"Morrison, my tolerance doesn't mean you have the qualifications to be presumptuous... What am I doing that is unethical?"

It was Morrison who parted ways last night.

He raised the Gauss automatic gun in his hand, with an indignant expression on his face, "The gun you lent me is broken!"

"Oh, that's it." Qu Jianlei nodded slightly, with a calm expression on his face, "I know that."

"You...know?" Morrison really didn't expect that he would get such an answer, "Why?"

Qu Jianlei frowned, "Why?"

Morrison straightened his mind and spoke slowly, "This is the gun you lent me, isn't it?"

Qu Jianlei replied bluntly, "Yes, I lent you the one, but did I say I would borrow a good gun?"

Morrison's brain suddenly exploded - the brain circuit of a fool is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

"But, but...but you want me to take a bad gun and reason with the cripple?"

Qu Jianlei answered naturally, "Is there a difference? You don't dare to shoot anyway."

I just... Morrison really wanted to swear: Is it the same thing to have a bad gun and not dare to shoot it?

I really don't know how your brain grows, he was a little helpless, "I was almost killed by a cripple."

Qu Jianlei looked at his thigh, nodded slightly, "It has been bandaged, and the result is good."

Why did you jump to this topic? Morrison was a little confused.

The next moment, he realized, "You mean..."

Qu Jianlei looked at him with mentally handicapped eyes, and didn't bother to speak at all.

Morrison finally figured out what was going on, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Are you so sure that the cripple dare not do anything to me, and will definitely accept my blackmail?"

Qu Jianlei thought for a while, then shook his head, "I'm not very sure, there is still a possibility of failure."

When he lent the bad gun, he thought about how Morrison and the cripple would get along.

The old cripple is definitely not a good stubble, but he is definitely not a fool either.

It is definitely impossible for him to accept blackmail willingly, but the crux of the problem is: Morrison returned to the camp alive!

If Morrison is alive, there is a high probability that Qu Jianlei, the owner of the gun, is also alive.

As for the results of the three people who followed them, there is basically no need to guess.

The key is that the Gauss automatic gun was still damaged by bullets!

As long as the old cripple is not particularly stupid or twisted, he should pay some compensation honestly.

Who made him very suspicious in this matter?

Of course, Qu Jianlei cannot guarantee that his calculation is 100% accurate.

Like, in case the old cripple had nothing to do with it...

But these ideas, as long as he knows them, there is no need to explain them to Morrison.

Morrison's face darkened when he heard this, "The possibility of failure...will I die?"

How do I know this? Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, "Maybe... half dead?"

"You're going too far!" Morrison's face darkened, "Don't remind me!"

"Is it necessary?" Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously, "The old cripple always thinks... I might still be alive."

"This... also," Morrison had to admit, the other party's logic was fine.

But thinking that he was almost killed, he still felt a little brooding, "Can't you lend me a good gun?"

"Do we have that kind of friendship?" Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously: Look at your face!

After thinking about it, he added, "If you are killed, isn't this gun an enemy?"

When Morrison heard this, he couldn't help but turn dark again, "I never thought...someone could speak so frankly!"

Are you saying I can't speak? Qu Jianlei's face also turned black, "What's wrong with being honest? It's the truth!"

Your brain circuit is astonishingly beautiful! Morrison was speechless.

In the end, he still couldn't help asking, "If I was killed by the cripple, would you avenge me?"

This question stumped Qu Jianlei, he thought for a while and replied, "It depends on your mood."

Morrison nodded, and said in his heart that I finally know why you are a lonely ghost, and you are too willful in doing things.

But Qu Jianlei raised his hand and grabbed the bad gun, "It's time to return it to me...what's the harvest?"

"Ten tubes of nutritional supplements, one bag of water...that's all," Morrison said frankly.

Qu Jianlei looked at him helplessly, "Does dressing the wound count?"

He didn't expect the other party to be honest, but things that are visible to the naked eye must be ambushed... Can you respect my IQ?

"I thought you knew," Morrison replied calmly, "Is it okay to give you six tubes of nutritional supplements?"

Qu Jianlei was a little speechless, is this how you understand "50-50%"?

However, considering that this guy was really taking risks, he didn't bother to care about it, "Okay...give me the nutrient."

Seeing his outstretched hand, Morrison hesitated, "Can you continue to lend me that gun?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him in surprise, "Didn't it mean it's useless?"

Morrison smiled mischievously, "This... is somewhat useful, and being able to talk to the old cripple yesterday is also a factor."

Qu Jianlei remembered the conversation he had with Fat Sister, "If you have a gun, you may die faster, even if it's a bad gun, do you understand?"

"I understand," Morrison nodded, "but I still like the feeling of having a gun."

"Then you can buy it," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation, "Two tubes of nutrition will do."

The barrel of this Gauss gun is damaged and has no repair value, but the disassembled parts can be used on other guns.

"I only borrow it!" Morrison said bluntly, "There are two tubes of nutritional supplements, I can live two days longer, why should I buy them?"

It's ok, to know how to use chicken to lay eggs, Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes at him, and handed him the gun.

In essence, he is not stingy, it's just that he has lived too hard in the wasteland these years, so he has to care about every detail.

For the next two days, Morrison stayed with Qu Jianlei, and even helped push the three rounds.

It just became paid, and he earned one-third of the shipping fee.

This money is a bit hard to earn, but Morrison's main income is not this. He regards "looting" as his main business.

It must be admitted that this guy really has a way of sneaking around, he only walks away with some worthless things, and he is very measured.

In this way, others don't bother to argue with him, the most they can do is say "Don't move that one"!

After all, Mr. Sai put too much pressure on everyone.

Many parties would rather give up the convenient public trucks and rent a tricycle once or twice, but also have a good relationship with Qu Jianlei.

In comparison, being mopped up by Morrison is a trivial matter.

On the third day, someone came to discuss with Qu Jianlei, should they go to Hong Si's settlement to ask for the antidote?

The first one to come over was a dirty woman, and the second one was a stocky man.

Qu Jianlei was also thinking about this matter, so everyone agreed to drive all night to Hong Si.

At that time, there were a total of twenty scavengers who experienced this incident, but this time when they went to Hongsi, there were more than forty people.

Good things in the junkyard, you still have to go to the settlement to afford the price.

The crowd packed three trucks before they could barely accommodate the people and goods they were going to.

Qu Jianlei only brought two guns, one long and one short, and one long and short knife.

The tricycle was left to Morrison, and the other weapons were put on the fat sister's side for sale - they couldn't bring them all out.

The settlement is more than 200 kilometers away from the garbage dump, and the dilapidated trucks ran on the wasteland all night before arriving at dawn.

The area of ​​the settlement is not small, the area enclosed by the city wall is about ten square kilometers, and the population inside is said to exceed 50,000.

Qu Jianlei once calculated that if there are 5,000 people per square kilometer... even a little land can be set aside to grow crops.

Unfortunately, survivors in the wild are not eligible to move in, and they have to pay a large deposit for temporary entry into the city.

There are many temporary houses outside the city, more than 10,000, which seem densely packed.

Qu Jianlei and others came to the small city gate to the south, looking for the one-eyed little boss last time.

The little boss is called Tu Zuofu, and everyone found out after inquiring that this guy is actually the small captain of the Guards.

Tuzuov was not on duty. He heard that survivors from the wild had come to look for him, and it took him more than two hours to come.

He was accompanied by eight or nine people, which was a standard fighting squad.

After meeting everyone, his first words were, "Is there any news about the mecha?"

This is very helpless. What everyone cares about is the antidote, and what others care about is the news.

No one answered his question. The last incident was still vivid in his memory. Some people really killed people without blinking an eye.

Everyone focused their attention on Qu Jianlei.

Qu Jianlei didn't have to shirk it either. The speed at which his status has improved these days can be seen with the naked eye, and he has to give if he gains.

He stepped forward and replied seriously, "Master Tu, we have been looking for it very hard, but unfortunately there is no news yet."

Tuzuov narrowed his one eye, and said in a sinister voice, "There is no news, what are you doing here?"

Qu Jianlei was a little helpless, "My lord, we can only inquire about the news when we are alive, and the dead can't do anything."

Tuzuov was polite to him last time, but this time his temper was not very good. He asked coldly, "Are you complaining?"

Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, and replied honestly, "I dare not."

It's not that he didn't complain, but that he didn't dare, or else...his social skills are really poor.

Tuzoff's hand had already been placed on the laser gun at his waist, but the next moment, he thought of something.

So he looked at the others, "This fool has grievances, but who else has grievances besides him?"

"No," everyone shook their heads one after another. Shaqu was let go because he was stupid, and they didn't want to take bullets.

"Bastard, everyone is telling the truth," Tuzuov scolded, "Is it only fools who dare to tell the truth?"

Everyone is still silent, you can just scold, we will pretend that we didn't hear, as long as you give the antidote.

Seeing that no one made a sound, Tuzuofu became more and more annoyed, "I still want an antidote...doesn't the antidote cost money?"

(Ask for all kinds of help during the new book period.)