Qu Jianlei's communication skills are much worse than those of the other party, but when he thinks about it, this little benefit is nothing.

So he nodded, "Okay, you two calculate half of it, you can pick up what you can say and tell me."

In fact, the news is not complicated. The cripple was found by the law enforcement team of Hong Si settlement.

The law enforcement team asked something, but no one knew it very well, but it was obvious that his answer could not satisfy the other party.

The cripple was able to do this business, which had something to do with the settlement. The law enforcement team scolded him, as if he was willing to let him go.

But another group of people killed the cripple.

Finally, the man said mysteriously, "Do you know? That's the person from the Hong-character general settlement..."

He didn't let the woman say that he was talking, but instead, he said it aroused, "That kind of big man, killing you and me is like stepping on an ant to death."

"That's right," Qu Jianlei muttered softly and stopped talking.

Originally, he wanted to inquire about the garbage dump, but now he heard that even the cripple was killed, so he should just slow down and ask again and again.

Most of the time he spent traveling through time, but who would like to say he was grateful or concerned about him?

No, none!

He just wanted to know what kind of reaction Mr. Sai would have when he learned that he was missing.

Judging from the old lame man's fate, he could already guess what his attitude would be if the settlement found that he was not dead.

So he really didn't have to inquire about the fate of those people.

It is impossible not to inquire at all. He always has to analyze how harsh the situation he faces based on the fate of those people.

After collecting some purple lichens, Qu Jianlei used nutrients to exchange for small things like metal wires to supplement the trap supplies.

Then he turned and walked out of the camp and walked towards the place where the motorcycle was hidden.

Seeing him leave, the man who had just betrayed the news rolled his eyes and walked towards a large semi-underground building.

This is a camp's entertainment venue, which not only sells tobacco and alcohol, but also sells some semi-banned things.

The last time Morrison’s Blue Beauty was bought here.

The room was smoky, four people were drinking and chatting, and three individual guests.

The man walked to the group of people who drank, faced a thin man and whispered, "Brother Dong, I have news."

Brother Dong glanced at him, took a sip of the muddy wine, and spit out a word casually, "Say."

The man grinned and showed his black and yellow teeth, "Brother Dong, this... you have always been very arrogant."

The skinny man glanced at him again, "I didn't hear it clearly, would you say it again?"

The man was so scared that he could only speak honestly, "I just found out that there was a strange man who asked about the cripple."

"What's the cripple about? "A man with a fancy arm said disapprovingly, "All dead people."

"Brother Hei, dead people are valuable," the man explained carefully, "What if it's the person you are looking for in the general settlement?"

"Made, you dare to think about any money?" The man with flower-armed glared at him.

"I don't dare to interfere with the things about that kind of character... I wonder, who gave you the courage?"

The skinny brother Dong didn't say anything, staring indifferently at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes blank.

"What if?" the man replied with a smile on his face, "It's worth not to make money if you can get along with the big people in the general settlement."

"Big man..." The man with a flower arm snorted disapprovingly, then looked at the skinny man, "Brother Dong?"

Brother Dong put down the wine glass in his hand and said lightly, "You keep talking."

The man said this and focused on describing the weapons Qu Jianlei carried with him.

Qu Jianlei came in to inquire about the news, so he only brought a Gauss automatic gun and a dagger.

This configuration shows that he has certain strength, but... the guy who was hitting the slap at the time was this equipment.

And he was so down and out that he even had purple lichens. How strong could he be?

Of course, if it is really for inquiries, this would be a means of concealment, but is that true?

"Okay," the skinny man stood up, "Brothers, let's go."

He looks confused, but how could he be the boss of a gang without any ability?

As quiet as a virgin as if he was moving as a rabbit, he was decisive in killing. This is his true face.

But Huabing hesitated a little, "Brother Dong... do you really think you can get along with those big guys?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't get it. You have to give it a try," Jiu Ge replied casually, "It's really not OK to take his equipment."

"Just a gun," said the man with a fancy arm disdainfully, "Is it necessary?"

The skinny man looked at him, "Are you teaching me to do things?"

"Brother Dong, I don't mean that," the man with a flower-arm raised his hands honestly.

Brother Dong is a well-deserved soul figure in the gang. He can express his objection, but he must not question it.

So he explained tactfully, "I'm worried that he has the means. We have been losing staff recently...will it be unpaid?"

When fighting, you must consider the costs and benefits. In order to grab a gun, will it be cost-effective if you hurt your brother?

"Yes, we lack people," Dong Ge replied casually, "you can bring people as cannon fodder."

With his triple idea, it would be best to please the big guys in the settlement area. If not, he would use the other party as cannon fodder.

Neither of them is feasible, so kill someone and rob. As for the possible losses on your own side... Isn't it enough to have a greater gain than a loss?

How many people who make a living in wasteland cannot settle accounts?

If there is only the third possibility, Brother Dong is too lazy to move, but there are still the first two possibilities, so it is worth a try.

The four men walked out of the room, and the man with a flower arm asked directly, "Which direction did you go?"

The whistleblower pointed at the direction, and the skinny brother Dong waved his hand, "Get into the car, both cars will leave."

"Two cars?" The man with a flower arm was a little surprised, "Then it's just one."

Brother Dong glanced at him and shook his head, "The situation is small, if it's really a goal... neither car must be enough."

"Yes," the flower-armed man nodded and rushed directly to a motorcycle.

"Brother Hei," shouted the whistleblower, "What... what about the news fee?"

"Shut up!" Hua'ert shouted without looking back, "Wait here, can you shorten yours?"

The man immediately didn't dare to say anything. The two motorcycles roared away, and he spat in disappointment.

When Qu Jianlei walked out of the camp, he was very alert. He knew that the wasteland survivors were full of malicious intentions towards lone tourists.

Not far from the camp, he ran wildly with his waist, thinking about getting rid of possible followers.

After running out about two kilometers, he heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from behind.

Damn, good, bad spirits!

Qu Jianlei calculated that he was almost one kilometer away from the place where the motorcycle was hidden.

Immediately afterwards, a series of numbers flashed through his mind.

I have run two kilometers and want to run the remaining one kilometers, not faster than four minutes.

Although the wasteland motorcycles can be off-road, they usually do not exceed forty kilometers per hour.

I chose a wasteland that is difficult to walk on by motorcycle. In this terrain, the speed of the motorcycle is only about 30 kilometers per hour.

Then it will take about four minutes for the other party to reach the current position.

At that time, Qu Jianlei could barely run to a place where the motorcycle was hidden.

However, a distance of one kilometer is already within the effective killing range of the Gauss automatic gun.

So this pursuer really cannot be underestimated. If he relaxes a little, he will face an irreversible situation.

And he didn't know how many people were chasing behind him...

There is no plan to fight, everything must be done to run away.

But Qu Jianlei is still a little weak now.

The physical fitness of the wasteland people is a little stronger than that of the Blue Star people and runs slightly faster.

But he still carried a lot of supplies and ran for two kilometers in a row. It would be difficult to speed up again.

Thinking about it, he could only circulate the small amount of internal energy in his body and pour it onto his legs.

He had never made a similar attempt before, but the reason was no different - poor!

But now is a time of life and death, so I can't take care of so much.

However, as soon as the internal energy was injected into his legs, he immediately felt the difference: the speed was significantly increased!

To roughly judge, it should be about double the previous one.

In other words, it only takes about two minutes for him to run to a place where motorcycles and supplies are hidden.
To be continued...