Recruit black physique to start practice in wasteland

Chapter 15

This was the first time that Qu Jianlei met someone who offered to help since he came to the wasteland for more than six years.

Think about how other traversers can thrive at the beginning of the game, and living by yourself... It's really not easy.

He felt compelled to emphasize one thing, "The spoils are mine."

For other people, he didn't need to say that, but this Morrison can't do it, he's too shameless.

Sure enough, Morrison was stunned again: Four weapons, none of them for me?
Fatty and Hongmao have two long knives, borrowed a Gauss automatic gun, and Hongmao also has a short dagger at his waist.

Morrison was a little confused, and he couldn't help but speak.

"I'm still yours, even if you give me a short dagger, it will increase the fighting power of our group, right?"

Qu Jianlei didn't bother to talk to him at all: Even if you were given a weapon, would you dare to kill someone?

Seriously, I still have to watch out for any moths coming out of you!

He squinted at the other party, "My person...you deserve it? This is called debt repayment!"

Morrison was at a loss for words, thinking that you don't know how to grow your team at all, no wonder you are still a lonely ghost now.

"Then I can take off a pair of pants and wear them?"

His trousers were punctured by Shaqu, in case of extreme cold weather, it would be fatal.

Qu Jianlei didn't make a sound, it was a tacit consent.

Morrison skillfully searched the body. In addition to ammunition and some small things, he also found a tube of nutrient solution on the red hair.

With Qu Jianlei on his back, he was about to quietly open the nutrient solution.

A hard and cold object was pressed against the back of his head, and an indifferent voice sounded, "Want to die?"

Morrison's eyes were blue with hunger, but...he didn't want to die!
He was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but the two cold corpses in front of him reminded him who was standing behind him.

He could only honestly put down the nutrient solution.

The next question is: burying a corpse... also requires physical strength.

But Morrison really didn't dare to say anything, not even to be lazy.

Whenever he couldn't help but want to be lazy, he said to himself: That idiot can really kill people!
As for why the obedient and silly song became like this, he couldn't figure it out either.

It took him more than two hours to finally bury the two bodies in the garbage dump and clean up the blood stains on the ground.

Then he sat down on the ground with one ass, panting uncontrollably, feeling like his whole body was going to fall apart.

At this moment, Qu Jianlei said, "Are you hungry? I can lend you the gun..."

Is it?Morrison looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, "What am I doing with a gun?"

"Go and hunt other scavengers," Qu Jianlei said with drooping eyelids, "Everyone gets half of the spoils."

Morrison blinked his eyes for a long time before asking, "Kill who?"

"Whatever you want," Qu Jianlei still had no expression on his face, "It just solves your food and clothing problem."

Morrison stared at him blankly for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I dare not."

He is timid, but now that he is hungry, killing people is not out of the question.

However, there is a problem. His leg is injured. Once he is attacked by scavengers, he can't run even if he wants to.

It was hard to be hungry, but he didn't want to die yet.

"Hehe," Qu Jianlei twitched the corner of his mouth, with a standard smirk, "That's all you've got."

Then this is a good prospect, and Morrison doesn't want to explain it-it consumes calories for nothing.

The dirty woman noticed Qu Jianlei's murder again.

She pondered for a while, and told the young man beside her, "Take the goods out in a while, and ask Xiao Qu to check it."

"Let him check it on his own initiative?" The young man was obviously a little unwilling, "Isn't this a joke for others to read?"

"What do you know?" the dirty woman snorted coldly, "just do it if you tell me to do it."

The young man finally couldn't hold back his sister-in-law, and not long after, he took the goods out and found Qu Jianlei on his own initiative.

Qu Jianlei was a little confused at first, who is this person, and only later did he match up.

The first person to apply for inspection appeared, and after a while, the second one came to the door.

The third person who came to the door was the short and strong man who tried to sow discord between him and the scavengers.

This guy was more straightforward. After the inspection, he asked, "By the way, your car can help me pull the goods."

Qu Jianlei looked at him suspiciously, "By the way?"

"I'll pay for it," the short and strong man was taken aback, and then said with a smile on his face, "You can't use your car if you don't pay, can you?"

Qu Jianlei nodded and said expressionlessly, "Wait a minute."

It's not worth taking a tricycle for such a small amount of goods, anyway, it's not him who is pulling the cart now.

Next, people came to be checked one after another.

As for how many people noticed his murder, Qu Jianlei himself didn't know.

However, he has an extra Gauss automatic gun and three long knives at hand, but everyone can see it.

There are too many sensible people among the scavengers, and basically they all know how to protect themselves wisely.

There were even people who had never been involved in that incident and came to Qu Jianlei to inspect the goods on their own initiative.

——Although I don’t know why I did this, but others have done it, so it’s okay to follow suit.

Anyway, Shaqu didn't take away other people's garbage, so what's the big deal after a while?

But Qu Jianlei didn't make a move, Morrison secretly hid some relatively cheap garbage instead.

Regarding this, Qu Jianlei pretended not to notice it. He had a helper who was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he couldn't let this fellow starve to death.

He doesn't care about upholding justice, Wasteland doesn't have this habit.

He almost starved to death many times, and he has never seen anyone uphold justice.

If you don't fight for your own rights, how can you expect others to help you?

Before I knew it, it was almost evening, and the tricycle was full of goods.

The direction of this transportation is not the camp where Qu Jianlei is located, but another place, which is nearly [-] kilometers away from here.

Morrison pulled the tricycle to the place with a deep kick and a shallow kick. It was already four hours later.

Scavengers went to people they knew to sell their trash, and Morrison took his harvest to sell.

Qu Jianlei also went to a grocery store. He had three long knives in his hand, and now he planned to sell one.

The broken tooth is a bit badly damaged.

The owner of the grocery store is a cripple, and he also knows the silly song in front of him, so he directly asks for the price.

"A broken oscillating knife...three tubes of nutrition."

This is a bit too much, a brand new oscillating knife needs almost fifty tubes of nutrients.

Qu Jianlei is not good at haggling prices, so he said blankly, "Add more."

"Don't even think about it," the cripple snorted coldly, "You can find a handful from the trash, do you think it's worth it?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him speechlessly, "Then I won't sell it."

Can you find a usable oscillating knife in the junkyard?

This possibility is not impossible, but the probability is too low, similar to the chance of winning the lottery.

"Not for sale?" The cripple looked at him.

Although he noticed that the other party was carrying a lot of weapons, he knew very well who Sha Qu was.

He didn't believe that this idiot dared to do anything, he finally just snorted dissatisfied for the sake of the weapon.

"Don't waste your time if you don't sell it, it's a fucking disappointment."

Sure enough, Qu Jianlei didn't react, picked up the long knife, turned around and left.

Although he had a gun in his hand, he also knew that there was no need to get too bloody on this occasion.

And he knew that his social skills were poor, and the other party's swear words might just be modal particles, so he just ignored them.

However, his reaction was seen by a cockscomb at the door of the grocery store.

No matter what kind of society, it is not absolutely black and white. There are people waiting for fat sheep at the door of the grocery store, which is normal.

"Is he so useless with a gun?" Ji Guantou's eyes lit up, this guy... is worth messing with.

He touched the short dagger in his waist, thought for a moment, turned and left.

Not long after, he came back with two men, one with a Gauss automatic gun and the other with a long knife.

In Cockscomb's hand, there is also a short-barreled shotgun, "Cripple, where's the person?"

The shop owner also knew the number of these people, so he replied without reason, "Go and find out yourself, it's from the Luanshi camp."

"Landstone?" Ji Guantou bared his teeth and smiled, "Can that kind of small place be called a camp? This guy looks timid?"

"It's a fool," the cripple waved his hand, "Go, go, I'm still busy."

"You're so busy!" Ji Guantou's face darkened, "You need to clean up, don't you?"

"You deal with me?" The cripple raised his hand, a laser pistol in his hand, and his face sank, "That guy is called Shaqu... Get out!"

"Thank you lame," Ji Guantou smiled nonchalantly, turned around and left with the people.

The cripple looked at their backs, shook his head indifferently, and lowered his head to wipe the laser pistol.

Qu Jianlei didn't expect that his forbearance would be regarded as weakness by others.

He found Morrison, who had just licked the package of a tube of nutritional supplements, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"Okay, work, I'm going back to camp."

"Wait for me to take a sip." Morrison took out a plastic capsule the size of a pinky finger, and there was a blue liquid in the capsule.

Qu Jianlei watched this scene expressionlessly. He knew that the capsule contained a low-quality hallucinogen, which was addictive.

Cigarettes are also sold in the wasteland, but they are very expensive. Compared with cigarettes, "Blue Beauty" is not only smelly, but also more harmful to the body.

But some people like this bite, and it seems that Morrison is.

Qu Jianlei could feel that this guy didn't buy bandages or anything. Apart from buying nutritional supplements, he was a blue beauty if he had money.

However, that is someone else's choice, what does someone else's life have to do with him?
Morrison first bit the capsule, took a deep bite, and finally stuffed the capsule into his mouth and started chewing.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his face full of intoxication.

At the same time, the three Jiguantou also found them, and the man with the long knife on his back let out a light sigh.

"Hey, isn't that trash Morrison?"

Morrison's reputation is actually much greater than Shaqu's, because Qu Jianlei is not harmful, and Morrison is recognized as a scourge.

"Two ants are a pair," said the man with the Gauss automatic gun on his back, "Let's wait outside the camp."

(End of this chapter)