Recruit black physique to start practice in the wasteland

Chapter 107 Voting certificate (third change)

To Bentley's question, Qu Jianlei answered naturally, "I'm young, isn't it?"

"That's true," Bentley laughed dumbfounded. This was the first time he laughed after the two met.

Why bother with people's mechanical level? "The younger you are, the more potential you have for cultivating, and the easier it is for me to avenge you."

Qu Jianlei said seriously, "I don't make promises easily, as long as I promise you, I will definitely do it..."

"But old Ben, I want to know more news."

Bentley nodded slightly, and then asked flatly, "What other news do you want to know?"

"Let's talk about the central city first," Qu Jianlei had already thought about it, "We are in a remote village, and the information is too poor."

Bentley nodded again, "Actually, he intentionally controlled the news. The location and vision here are a bit lower."

Qu Jianlei also nodded, "I know, artificially created information barriers...a way to control thoughts."

"Huh?" Bentley gave him another strange look, "The information barrier... is quite apt."

"But at your age, how can you have such a deep understanding of the social system?"

Qu Jianlei drooped his eyelids and answered weakly

"If you've had dozens of near-starvation deaths, it's no wonder I came to this realization."

Bentley paused. He didn't think that starving too much would make him a thinker.

But it is true that he has never been hungry, and his family background has been good since he was a child. Even if he was wanted later, he was never short of money.

Later, he awakened his attributes, and he had no opponent in the wasteland.

He wandered around for most of his life, and he was a little depressed mentally, but he really didn't suffer much materially.

He is not sure how powerful starvation is, but he has seen more than three to five hundred people who have been starving all year round.

No one can draw such a brilliant conclusion like this young man.

But these are not very important. The more comprehensive the other party thinks about the problem, the easier it is to help him get revenge.

"The central city is huge, with a lot of people. The central city alone has more than 10 million people, and even the surrounding area has more than 20 million people..."

Speaking of this, he was a little surprised, why did the boy opposite him look so indifferent?

Qu Jianlei really doesn't feel anything, is 20 million people a lot?

His hometown in Blue Star, a metropolis with more than 30 million people, and an urban agglomeration with a one-hour high-speed train...

Bentley went on to tell about Central City, which is a hub city that is mainly responsible for managing the following seven settlements.

The city covers an area of ​​more than 100,000 square kilometers, and has not experienced the catastrophe of the last days.

The city is extremely developed, the level of science and technology is very high, and the industry and agriculture are self-sufficient enough.

For example, mechs are manufactured by Central City itself, but although the inventory of this kind of product is not low, the output is not high.

"Can make mechas..." Qu Jianlei couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, it's a bit difficult to avenge you.

Bentley glanced at him and continued to speak calmly.

"Manufacturing mechs is at the level of the technology industry, and the ultimate fighter is genetic and supernatural transformation, and the two are not related."

Qu Jianlei couldn't help but speak out, "How many ultimate fighters are there in Central City?"

"More than a thousand," Bentley replied sternly, "There are thirty to forty thousand remodeled fighters, but those with attributes are the ultimate fighters."

The reformed warrior was injected three or four times with the genetic modification agent, but no attribute was born, which was regarded as a failed awakening.

Most people's physical fitness has improved in all aspects, which is different from ordinary people.

Qu Jianlei did some calculations, and couldn't help being stunned.

"According to the fact that reformed soldiers can live for fifty years, then there are only one thousand injections per year?"

For a city with a population of 20 million, 1,000 indicators are required each year, which is even more difficult than the Blue Star 985 exam.

"The first and second coverage rates are a bit higher," Bentley replied flatly.

"The third time... Well, it's about a thousand."

So, is the 985 admission notice being swapped?

"If you want to become a transformational warrior, you need a lot of investment in the early stage. Strictly speaking, only rich people can afford it."

After thinking about it, Qu Jianlei asked out loud, "How many levels are there for the ultimate warrior?"

"This question?" Bentley glanced at him in surprise, "Ordinary people don't dare to think about it when they hear about the Ultimate Warrior..."

Even he himself is, at the beginning he wanted to become a reformed warrior, and the ultimate warrior was his ultimate dream.

After being wanted, it took him a long time to know that the ultimate fighter is also graded.

Like mutant beasts, they are also divided into C-level, B-level, and A-level. The difference in combat power caused by the level difference is basically about ten times.

In other words, one B-level fighter can fight ten C-level fighters.

Of course, this is just a rough calculation method, B-ranks are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, and the combat effectiveness of well-trained C-rank fighters can be doubled.

But one A-level fighter can deal with more than a hundred C-level fighters.

The crushing of high-end combat power over low-end combat power is not just talk.

Qu Jianlei thought for a while, and asked, "Zhou Liu has a hand cannon, and another one who can stop people in the air..."

"Meet them?" Bentley smiled, this was the second time he laughed, "Hit the hidden snow leopard?"

"Well," Qu Jianlei nodded, "He almost wanted to kill me."

"The two of them will kill you?" Bentley thought for a moment, then shook his head, "At least one must die, maybe all of them."

I'm rough...you think so highly of me? Qu Jianlei was taken aback for a moment, "Am I that good?"

"You'll be a trap," said Bentley's old-sighted man. How the mecha was destroyed, he guessed about the same.

Then he was taken aback for a moment before he realized, "Oh, met by chance in the wild?"

"You finally figured it out," Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes, "I was really terrified when I saw those two."

"Frozen? It's okay," Bentley pulled off his hood and grinned at him, "I'll train you next."

"Are you training me?" Qu Jianlei was a little confused, "How do you feel..."

"You don't need to feel it, as long as I feel it." Bentley was still calm, but his words were extremely domineering.

Qu Jianlei gave him an unconvinced look, "Do you think...you can really beat me?"

It is necessary to determine the authority in the team, the key is that he also wants to measure how good the ultimate warrior is.

"I fight with you, is it worth it?" Bentley shook his head dumbfoundingly, "There are top students, but there are no top instructors."

This is what Lan Xing said, "There are only champion apprentices, but no champion masters."

Qu Jianlei felt it, the opponent didn't have the courage to fight him, but simply felt that fighting was meaningless.

Of course, once you lose, you won't lose face, that's for sure.

So he thought about it and asked, "What can you teach me?"

"Maybe you have something of your own," Bentley replied very casually, he didn't want to explore the secrets of the other side.

But he also made it very clear, "But what you inherited is not systematic enough, I have a way to cultivate attributes."

Qu Jianlei resolutely admitted, "Boss, do I need a teacher?"

He is willing to bet and admit defeat, but he can't accept some things. He is very arrogant, but he will not be arrogant enough to be arrogant.

"Apprentice..." Bentley's eyes were dazed for a moment, then he shook his head, "It's not necessary, just remember your promise."

"Don't worry about that," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation.

For the rest of the journey, the two of them didn't speak much. Hua Xiezi's car drove very steadily, maintaining a constant speed of 30 kilometers.

In the afternoon, the car drove to a small undulating field with sparse groves growing on it.

"This is... lead-polluted forest?" Qu Jianlei muttered in surprise.

"Yes," Bentley is not a person who likes to talk too much.

"I chose a good place." Qu Jianlei knew that this place was full of lead poison, and even wild animals were unwilling to come.

Some mutant beasts can withstand lead poisoning, but they can only withstand it.

But such a mutant beast would be scolded by hunters after hitting it, and its value would be greatly reduced or even useless.

But it is so convenient to hide things in this kind of place. Lead poison will only precipitate after being absorbed by the human body.

The vehicle bumped on the small dirt slope for about 20 minutes and stopped at a mound.

Bentley jumped out of the car, took out a crowbar, and lifted a large rock half a person's height.

He didn't let Qu Jianlei do anything, even though he knew that that person had supernatural powers.

He wants to prove that he is not old.

As expected of a reformed warrior who has awakened his attributes, despite his appearance as an old man, he actually actually pried open the stone.

Under the stone is a wire half buried in the soil... This kind of dilapidated appearance is not uncommon in the wasteland.

Bentley grasped the two forks of the wire with both hands, and closed his eyes.

Not long after, the small slope in front of him trembled, and the earth and rocks slowly separated to the two sides, revealing a tall stone gate.

There was a round hole the size of a bowl on the door, Bentley reached in and fiddled with it for a while, then withdrew his hand.

A few seconds later, the stone door slowly opened, revealing a hole with a height of more than three meters and a width of more than four meters.

The spaciousness of this secret camp far exceeded Qu Jianlei's imagination. The passage alone was more than 20 meters deep.

Hua Xiezi was on guard outside, he and Bentley walked in, "You figured this out bit by bit yourself?"

"I'm not that free either," Bentley replied flatly, "Just grab some bastards and work."

What about after work? Qu Jianlei really wanted to ask this question, but she held back.

The old man can consider catching the "bastard" to work, as far as the wasteland is concerned, the moral standard has already reached the standard.

The space inside is also very large, ten meters by ten meters square, and there are actually two small rooms dug out.

There are also a lot of supplies piled up in the secret camp, including more than one vehicle and three motorcycles.

There are also a lot of guns and ammunition, and some energy blocks.

Qu Jianlei couldn't help but speak dumbly, "Old Ben, are you still planning to use it as a refuge?"

"The lead pollution is too heavy, how can it be possible to stay for a long time?" Bentley replied casually, "This place was supposed to be used as a cemetery."

Speaking of this, he sighed deeply, "I never thought that there would be a day to activate it."

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Chapter 108 The Invisible Rich (Fourth Change)

Bentley's wealth was beyond Qu Jianlei's surprise.

Although he has been complaining that he is too poor, he always thinks that it is because cultivation consumes too much resources.

If you don't mention cultivation, he feels that he is not a rich man, but at least he has a successful career.

In the wealthy area of ​​any settlement, he has no problem buying a villa, and even a manor is not out of consideration.

And when it comes to earning ability, he believes that he will not lose to anyone, and he will definitely be able to live a carefree life.

But he really didn't expect that an ordinary half-assed repairman outside the city could save so much money.

"At least twice as rich as me..." This still does not include the construction cost of this secret camp.

Bentley looked at him suspiciously, "Do you think my decades of accumulation will be worse than yours?"

"This is because I still need to practice the basic exercises, otherwise, I would be much richer than now..."

"That's true," Qu Jianlei nodded approvingly, "Cultivation really takes too much resources."

Bentley hesitated, as if he wanted to ask something, but finally said.

"Let's take a quick look at what changes this truck needs. After it's packed, it can be set off at night."

Qu Jianlei took a rough look at the condition of the heavy truck, "No problem... just transfer the weapon."

He kept his light truck and transferred all supplies to the heavy truck.

Bentley was not stingy either, he piled a lot of ammunition and energy blocks on the car.

Qu Jianlei felt that it was a bit too much, "You should save more, just in case... What if I accidentally hang up?"

He can't let the other party provide more resources than himself. As the leader of the team, he can't afford to lose that person.

"I saved these just for the purpose of using them," Bentley said, quite openly.

But then, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Where did you get your cultivation method...?"

"If it's inconvenient, you don't have to say it."

Qu Jianlei smiled and didn't say a word—you know I'm inconvenient, so why ask?

Bentley really didn't care, but changed the question, "What grade of mutated animal meat do you want to eat when you are practicing?"

"C-level, B-level, and A-level are all fine," Qu Jianlei felt, refusing to answer questions all the time was not a sign of cooperation.

He even added, "There are also grade B mutation crystals."

"What?" Bentley was stunned when he heard the words, and his reaction was bigger than when he heard "the deserted residential area".

"You don't have the awakening attribute, so you can use the mutant crystal to cultivate?"

Qu Jianlei replied seriously, "I don't know the cultivation system I told you..."

"But according to my understanding, the mutation crystal itself is a kind of energy, why can't it be used for cultivation?"

Bentley was even more shocked, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, "You won't be... directly cultivating with mutated crystals?"

"Of course it's direct cultivation," Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously, "is there any other way of cultivation?"

Hearing this, Bentley was completely speechless. He took out a cigarette and lit it silently.

He didn't say anything until he finished smoking a cigarette, "Cultivate directly with mutated crystals, even C-level ultimate fighters can't do it."

Central City has deep research on mutation crystallization, which can be extended to many places.

For example, genetic modification agents, and early genetic modification neutralizers.

Even those teenagers who received the injections needed to increase the nutritional content, and there were mutation crystals.

That's why Bentley said that if the family doesn't have any background, they really can't afford to train reformed fighters.

When it comes time to transform warriors, in order to enhance their physique, the amount of mutated crystals used will be even greater.

However, even if the awakened attribute becomes the ultimate fighter, what they can use is still crystal powder.

The powder is mixed with other substances for ingestion, injection or application.

This is the reason why the price of mutant crystals has remained high.

But what restricts the use of mutated crystals is not only its own quantity, but also the corresponding supporting substances.

The scarcity of many substances is better than crystallization, so in each settlement area, there is a certain amount of mutated crystallization.

What Bentley meant was: Only the ultimate fighters who have reached the B level can directly use the mutant crystals for cultivation.

Moreover, B-level fighters can't use A-level mutant crystals—it seems that there is nothing wrong with B-level fighters using B-level fighters.

Regarding Qu Jianlei's ability to directly use B-level crystals... Bentley's shock is really understandable.

After listening to his explanation, Qu Jianlei asked aloud, "How many B-level fighters are there in Central City?"

"This is a secret," Bentley said helplessly spreading his hands.

"If I even know this, how can I be ruined by someone?"

"Is it okay to roughly estimate?"

"Fifty to... seventy?" Bentley replied uncertainly, "For A-level fighters, there should be at least three."

After thinking about it, Qu Jianlei said, "Do you want to use the B-grade crystal directly?"

"Of course," Bentley replied without hesitation, "I'm not yet ninety years old, so I can improve my strength."

The words "not yet" and "ninety years old" are connected together... Is there really nothing wrong with it? Qu Jianlei was highly suspicious.

Life expectancy in the wasteland... well, it's bullshit, it doesn't make any sense.

But he knew that in Hong Si's settlement, there were quite a few rich men over ninety years old.

More than one scavenger has said that if you don’t do scavenging, as long as you have enough money, you can live to a hundred years without disaster or disease.

In other words, the life expectancy of wastelanders should not be too high to reach a hundred years old.

Life expectancy is ten or twenty years higher than that of the Blue Stars.

Qu Jianlei believes that a hundred years old is a goal that can be achieved, provided that he is rich enough.

That is to say, the physical conditions of the Wastelanders may be a little better than those of the Blue Stars—at least the life expectancy is higher.

He has never thought that this is a big deal, and racial differences exist objectively, let alone Wasteland and Blue Star.

But when he heard "less than ninety years old", he couldn't help asking, "How old can a reformed soldier generally live?"

"If you're dying, it's not a big problem to be one hundred and twenty years old," Bentley replied without hesitation.

"If you don't practice well, your lifespan may be shortened, but if you don't die in battle... one hundred and three are also possible."

You exercise so hard, are the cell telomeres not affected? Qu Jianlei really wanted to ask a question, but that was life shortening.

But this word is too professional, he doesn't know how to say it in wasteland, and this is obviously not the knowledge that survivors can master.

He nodded, "You are not young at this age... The key is that my cultivation system may not be suitable for you."

Of course I know this, Bentley nodded without hesitation, I have never heard of your cultivation system in Central City.

"Anyway, you can help as much as you can. I didn't talk about remuneration for helping you."

"I'm different," Qu Jianlei said seriously, "My knowledge system is very precious."

"I understand," Bentley nodded.

He is very aware of this, and the knowledge system he has mastered is indeed very rare for the settlements below.

But compared to the other party's knowledge, which is rarely heard in the entire settlement, this is not a little bit more precious.

At least what he knows, more than 10,000 people in Central City know.

He said simply, "I can pay the difference until you are satisfied... Do you have grade B crystals?"

Mutation crystals are really not easy to get. This is a matter of influence and probability, and has nothing to do with the knowledge system.

"There's only one left," Qu Jianlei took out the crystal, and said sincerely, "The rest are all A-level."

"The others... are all grade A?" Bentley's mouth twitched, "How many?"

"Two and a half," Qu Jianlei doesn't like bragging in essence, he can say what he can do, isn't it good?

If you are bragging, once it explodes, you have to bear the consequences yourself. The key is the death of the club.

"That's amazing," Bentley said blankly, "I only have nine A-levels in total."

Do you even use the word "only"? Qu Jianlei nodded, "Where is Grade B?"

"There are only thirty-two," Bentley said helplessly, spreading his hands, "I used up quite a few."

"I'm rough..." Qu Jianlei couldn't help muttering, "'Only' thirty-two? The family has conditions."

"I'll give you ten," Bentley replied without hesitation, "it's the price difference."

"I'll buy it at a high price," Qu Jianlei would not make a promise, "I can try my best to help you, but I don't guarantee the effect."

Bentley also had no intention of arguing with him about this, and said in his heart that the resources should be spent on the team, and there is no need to make such a clear distinction.

He wasn't stingy in the first place, and he had been accumulating supplies, didn't he just want to use them at this time?

"Is it convenient for you to show me your cultivation method?"

"It's not very convenient," Qu Jianlei replied sternly, "Show me your method, and I'll see if I can improve it for you."

"You... Help me improve?" Bentley was not ordinary suspicious of this.

He is very willing to believe in the other party, including directly using mutant crystals to cultivate and so on.

But improving the cultivation method... With your age and cognitive ability, can you do it?

"There is indeed a problem of trust," Qu Jianlei nodded, "but my cultivation method may not be suitable for you."

Inconvenience is one hindrance, mismatch is another.

You have been cultivating for so long, and now you want to change the way of cultivation, do you think...it is appropriate?

Bentley is not stupid at all, and he has a clear view of the world. He thought about it for a while, and then simply nodded.

"It's fine, anyway, I didn't intend to hide my method from you... I want to train you specially."

Then he turned around and dragged out a worn-looking bag from under the table beside him, "This is the exercise I collected."

Qu Jianlei bent down and weighed the bag, then asked in astonishment, "So much?"

How many people did this old man kill?

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