Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

The water in the skin bag is not very clean, but in this wilderness, it is good enough to drink.

Survivors in the wild, are they eligible to touch the water bottles of patrol members?

"Thank you, sir," Qu Jianlei thanked honestly, opened the bag, and took six sips.

Six mouthfuls was enough, he knew what the water in the skin bag was for, and he didn't dare to drink too much.

Pollution is inevitable, but as long as it is not poisonous, it doesn't matter if you drink less, the key is to control the degree.

Then he opened another tube of nutritional supplements and swallowed it without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and bowed, "Thank you two adults."

The long-knife inspector was obviously a little interested, "Can I still eat it? I still have nutritional supplements here... How many tubes do I want?"

This question was not well-intentioned, and he had even begun to ponder: should he sit on the bank and start a gamble?

"Thank you sir, I don't want it anymore," Qu Jianlei shook his head slowly, "It's too late."

"What is this guy talking about?" Someone said, and another one-eyed patrol came over, who seemed to be a small boss.

Qu Jianlei's wording habits have always been a little different from the local aborigines, which can be regarded as nostalgia for China.

It's not that he can't change it, but mainly he doesn't think it's necessary - anyway, everyone thinks he's out of his mind.

The one-eyed little boss couldn't understand "too much to go too far", but after communicating for a while, he knew what happened to the other party.

"Pure nonsense," the little boss took out a small disc and threw it down, "Test yourself...will you know how to use it?"

This is a disposable syringe, put it on the skin and press hard, and a needle will pop out for injection.

There is not much liquid in the syringe, but it is no problem to do some simple tests. This is also the most convenient way to test the fallen.

But the "know how to use it" in his mouth, to Qu Jianlei, it is a real high-tech.

It's also fortunate that this person is a small boss, otherwise it would be impossible to take out this thing casually.

Qu Jianlei flipped through it for a while, tried to press it on the back of his hand, then raised his head and asked with questioning eyes, "Is that so?"

"That's right," the little boss nodded, and couldn't help muttering, "This guy's observation ability is not bad."

Qu Jianlei didn't know what it was, but obviously, he didn't have the right to refuse.

The liquid was injected into the back of his hand, and he felt a rush of heat along his arm, directly rushing towards his heart, "Ah...this?"

After about half a minute, the little boss spoke.

"It hasn't changed. I probably haven't eaten anyone. I came up by myself... and carried that corpse on my back!"

Qu Jianlei was relieved, but couldn't help complaining secretly, your detection method is too simple and rude, right?

The sudden heat just now made the user experience really bad.

However, after all, it is a free testing item that is readily available, and the requirements should not be too high.

As for getting out of the pit, it wasn't too difficult, even with a corpse on his back.

"Okay, let's get together," the little boss nodded slightly, turned and left, "It's important!"

Qu Jianlei walked over with the corpse on his back, and saw about twenty scavengers, more than thirty hunters, and some people were injured.

These are the main forces attacking the fallen, but now, these people are squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

There were at least fifty people wearing patrol uniforms around them.

Not far away are three off-road light trucks, two armored vehicles, and a dozen motorcycles with wide tires and high wheels.

The light truck is open, simple and rough, and a heavy Gauss machine gun with a hideous caliber is mounted on the manger.

There is a smoothbore gun in front of the armored vehicle, and a machine gun on top, which is a big killer.

Off-road light trucks and armored vehicles surrounded Qu Jianlei and his group, and there were people on duty on the relevant weapon platforms.

Who dares to run around without listening to the call, those weapons will definitely not be decorations.

After a glance, Qu Jianlei left the corpse, walked obediently to the side, knelt down and held his head in his hands.

It is said that he is an auxiliary type of work, which is not the same thing as these people.

But here is the wasteland, and wanting to emphasize that you are different is often tantamount to committing suicide.

Honestly following the crowd is the kingly way.

A group of people got off the larger armored vehicle, led by a young man in his twenties.

This person is very handsome, dressed in luxurious clothes and dignified, but there is a hint of sinister look in his eyebrows and eyes.

Qu Jianlei looked at him out of the corner of his eye: he is even more handsome than me, this should be... a villain, right?

This person stepped onto an open light truck and spoke through a tweeter, "Don't ask me who I am, you don't deserve to know!"

"I'm going to ask a question now, and if you answer it correctly, you can live... Within ten days, has anyone picked up a pair of pink mechs?"

This man's aura is too strong. Compared with him, the patrol team is like a kitten and a tiger.

However, among the survivors squatting on the ground, there were not many simple ones. Everyone secretly made eye contact, and no one made a sound.

Seeing that there was no response, the one-eyed little boss said, "Mr. Sai is from Hongzi Headquarters. This is a rare opportunity."

The general settlement of Hongzi, which governs all the settlements with Hongzi numbers, is so powerful that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Someone spoke in astonishment, it was the third master who was squatting on the ground with one leg, "Mr. Sai, there are a lot of pink mechas!"

The shady young man glanced at him and snorted softly, "I want news about all the pink mechs."

The third master immediately fell silent. Based on his experience, he has already seen that today's situation is wrong. The right way is to listen more and speak less.

But the scar-faced woman with only half of her left ear does not have such a keen perception.

She directly asked in a rough voice, "Mr. Sai, this pink mech...is there any abnormal sign? We can also ask."

Mr. Sai raised his chin slightly, and there was a "bang" gunshot, and the head of the scar-faced woman exploded instantly.

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, only the sound of "woo woo" blew past.

After a while, Mr. Sai snorted softly, "I am asking, who gave you the illusion... think you are qualified to ask me?"

"Don't try to teach me how to do things, you guys! No! Fit!"

"We are hunters!" A man stood up and stared at him coldly, "You lost your temper in the wrong direction!"

"Huh...you surprised me!" Mr. Sai looked him up and down, but he didn't get angry, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Go to hell!" The man's feet flashed with flames, and his body rushed over like a cannonball, "Smelly woman...wait for me!"

He and the scar-faced woman are not only Guan Bao's acquaintance, but also meet to share life and death.

Human lives in the wasteland are worthless, but there is no shortage of blood - no one takes their lives seriously.

The Gauss machine gun rang out, and the man was beaten into a sieve in the air, and blood spilled into the sky.

But almost at the same time, Qu Jianlei closed his eyes and lay down on the ground.

Sure enough, there was a loud "boom", and the whole earth trembled a few times.

When the man was shot, he ignited the gunpowder on his body.

Mr. Sai could underestimate the bloodliness of these low-level people, but Qu Jianlei knew it all too well, so he escaped.

A shock wave blew past, Qu Jianlei only felt that the younger generation was in hot pain, and it should have been affected a little bit.

When he squatted down again, the light truck in front of him was already torn apart.

Mr. Sai did not suffer serious injuries. Two people stood in front of him with shields, but their clothes were a little torn.

His face was also a little smoky, and half of his hair and eyebrows were burnt.

He was furious for a while, "These scumbags are all damned...kill them for me!"

"Mr. Sai, please control your anger," the one-eyed little boss had to say, "These are good survivalists!"

"If you can kill everyone, that's fine, what if you can't?"

When he said this, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Several survivors squatting on the ground have disappeared, and they don't know where to hide.

Mr. Sai was taken aback for a moment, and made a decisive decision, "I only ask the people in the mine, and it has nothing to do with the hunters."

Obviously, he has realized that the Hongzi settlement is indeed powerful, but he can't do anything to the lawless survivors.

This was originally the normal state of the wasteland—you are powerful, but what does it matter to me?

Differentiation is necessary, otherwise, if Hong Si's inspection team also sits on the sidelines in case of annoyance, he will have a lot of fun.

He came here this time to investigate a piece of detailed information, arrogance is inevitable, but if it affects the result, he will never be redeemed by death.

The murder just now was just because he didn't like to be offended by others, and it was just to show off by the way—human life in the wasteland is worthless anyway.

But he had seen the stamina at the bottom, and he had to restrain himself.

There is no way, if you encounter such a disagreement, you will get angry, no one can do anything about it.

With his ability, it is no problem to make the entire Hongsi settlement disappear, but... can he wipe out everyone's mouth?

So it's better to honestly admit that his main target is scavengers.

Hunters are a little more rebellious, and there is no need to offend a group of people who were not originally opponents.

But the third master quit, he raised his head and chuckled, "It's better to bully the people in the mine?"

People who live in garbage dumps do have a lower social status, unlike hunters who actively hunt and kill mutant beasts.

But low social status does not mean poor power, let alone poor economic income.

In fact, the upper class of the mine earns much more than the upper class of the hunters - even the upper class of the inspectors can't compare.

Don't underestimate the collection of junk. If you don't have the ability to reach the sky, you really can't do this industry.

Hunters just need to risk their lives, but if they want to do a good job in the mine, they must not only be able to risk their lives, but also be a human being.

Many high-end scavengers have powerful forces behind them. They don't need to "wash ore" at all, and they can digest it by themselves.

If you say that these people are not white gloves, others have to believe it, right?

The third master retired from the hunter's profession, and indeed broke a leg, which is not allowed in terms of ability.

But he doesn't think that hunters are really nobler than scavengers-it just sounds nice.

Anyone can do fighting and killing, but if you want to be a qualified scavenger, you have to use your brain!