When Qu Yanlei was furious, who dares to say that I am not authentic?

When he looked sideways, his anger disappeared, but he smiled coldly.

"Morrison, my tolerance does not mean that you are qualified ... What do I do?"

The comer was Morrison, who was parted ways last night.

As soon as he raised Gauss's automatic gun, his face was indignant, "The gun you borrowed to me is bad!"

"Oh, so," Qu Yanlei sighed slightly, his face was calm, "I know this."

"You ... know?" Morrison really did not expect that he would get such an answer, "Why?"

Qu Yanlei frowned, "Why?"

Morrison tied his mind and spoke slowly, "This is the gun you lent to me, right?"

Qu Yanlei simply answered, "Yes, I borrowed it to you, but have I said to borrow a good gun?"

Morrison's brain suddenly burst -the fool's brain circuit is really different from ordinary people.

"But, but ... but do you let me get a bad gun and make sense to make a reason with the sister -in -law?"

Qu Yanlei answered it for granted, "Is there any difference? Anyway, you dare not shoot."

I just ... Morrison really wanted to scold her mother: Is it the same thing to get a bad shot and dare not shoot?

I really don't know how your brain is long, he is a bit weak, "I was almost killed by a mule."

Qu Yanlei looked at his thighs, and he was slightly pushed.

Why did you jump to this topic? Morrison is a bit embarrassed.

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

Qu Yanlei looked at him with a mentally retarded eyes, and was too lazy to talk.

Morrison finally wanted to understand the Guan Qiao, but he still couldn't believe it.

"You're so sure, what about the lame son dare not take me, will he accept me to extract?"

Qu Yanlei thought about it, and then shook his head, "It's not very sure, there is still a possibility of failure."

When he borrowed the bad gun, he thought of how Morrison and the sister -in -law would deal with it.

Lao Ji is definitely not a good stubble, but it is definitely not a fool.

It is definitely impossible to let him be willing to accept blackmail, but the key to the problem is: Morrison returned to the camp alive!

Morrison is alive, so the owner of the firearm Qu Yanlei also has a probability of living.

And the result of the three of them is basically not guessing.

The key is that the Gaussian automatic gun, or it was destroyed by the bullet!

As long as Lao Nu is not particularly stupid or twisted, you should pay some compensation honestly.

Who makes him suspicious in this incident?

Of course, Qu Yanlei does not guarantee that his calculation is 100 % accurate.

For example, if the old lady has nothing to do with this incident ...

But these ideas, he knew it himself, there was no need to explain to Morrison.

Morrison heard that his face was dark, "The possibility of failure ... will I die?"

How do I know this? Qu Xunlei pulled the eyelids, "Maybe ... half dead?"

"You are a bit too much!" Morrison's face became darker, "Don't remind me!"

"Is it necessary?" Qu Yanlei looked at him curiously, "Lao Lingzi always thinks ... I might still be alive."

"This ... also," Morrison had to admit that there was no problem with the other party's logic.

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

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

After thinking about it, he added, "If you were killed, wouldn't this gun be used to equip the enemy?"

When Morrison heard this, he couldn't help but darken his face again, "I never thought...that someone could speak so honestly!"

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

Your brain circuit is really amazingly beautiful! Morrison was really speechless.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "If I am killed by a lame man, will you avenge me?"

This question stumped Qu Jianlei. After thinking about it, he answered, "It depends on your mood."

Morrison nodded and said to himself, I finally understand why you are such a lonely ghost and do things too willfully.

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

"Ten tubes of nutritional supplements, a bag of water...that's all," Morrison's eyes were frank.

Qu Jianlei looked at him helplessly, "Doesn't bandaging the wound count?"

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

"I thought you knew," Morrison replied calmly, "Can I give you six tubes of nutritional supplements?"

Qu Jianlei was a little speechless. Is this how you understand "50/50 split"?

But considering that this guy really took a risk, he didn't bother to care about it, "Okay... give me nutritional supplements."

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

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

Morrison smiled coquettishly, "This... is somewhat useful. I was able to talk to the old cripple yesterday, which was also a factor."

Qu Jianlei thought of his conversation with Fat Sister, "You may die faster if you have a gun, even if it is a broken 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, "Just two tubes of nutritional supplements will do."

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

"I'm only borrowing it!" Morrison said simply, "I have two tubes of nutritional supplements. I can live for two more days, so why should I buy them?"

Sure, you actually know how to use a chicken to lay an egg. Qu Jianlei rolled his eyes at him and handed him the gun.

In essence, he is not stingy, but he has lived too hard in the wasteland these years, so he has to worry about everything.

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

It's just that it's paid, and he earns one-third of the shipping fee.

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

I must admit that this guy is really good at sneaking around. He only takes away some worthless things and is very measured.

As a result, others don't bother to argue with him. The most they can do is say "don't move that one"!

In the final analysis, Mr. Sai put too much pressure on everyone.

Many parties involved would rather give up the convenience of public trucks and rent a tricycle once or twice in order to establish a good relationship with Qu Jianlei.

In comparison, it is a trivial matter by Morrison. That is also a trivial matter.

On the third day, someone came to find Qu Yanlei to discuss. Should I go to Hong Siju to discuss the medicine?

The first one to find was a dirty woman, and the second was a short man.

Qu Yanlei also thought about this, so everyone agreed to rush overnight and go to Hongsi.

At that time, there were twenty people who experienced the incident, but this time I went to Hong Si, and there were more than forty people.

The good things in the garbage dump still have to go to the settlement to sell the price.

The crowd had three trucks, and then barely installed the people and goods they were going to.

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

The tricycle was left to Morrison, and other weapons were sold on the fat sister -it must not be brought out.

The settlement was more than 200 kilometers away from the dump of the garbage. The dilapidated truck ran overnight on the wasteland, and it arrived at dawn.

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

Qu Yanlei used to count, 5,000 people a square kilometer ... can even leave a little bit of crops.

But unfortunately, the survivors in the wild are not qualified to stay, and temporarily enter the city to pay a lot of deposits.

There are many temporary houses outside the city, more than 10,000, and it looks dense.

Qu Yanlei and others came to the small town gate in the south to find the last one -eyed little leader.

The little head is called Tu Zuofu. Everyone inquires to know that this guy is actually the captain of the Guards.

Tu Zuofu did not work in work. I heard that there were survivors in the wild, and it took more than two hours to come.
To be continued...