Brother Dong is not afraid of death. He was so skinny back then and became famous because he dared to fight.
But facing the black hole of the gun, he finally sadly realized that he was old.
He has a very keen sense of Qi movement, and he will definitely shoot without hesitation if he knows the opponent.
So he answered quickly, "Someone said you were asking for news about the old cripple."
Sure enough, it was that guy... Qu Jianlei was not surprised by this answer. This is the wasteland.
The concession he made to that person was not worth mentioning in the first place.
He took advantage of the situation and asked, "Can't the old cripple ask?"
Brother Dong quickly replied, "The old lame man's death involves big shots... I'm very dizzy. Can I bandage it first?"
Qu Jianlei raised his chin expressionlessly, then put away his Gauss gun and pulled out his dagger.
At such a short distance, a high-frequency oscillating dagger is faster than a Gaussian gun.
Brother Dong did indeed lose a lot of blood, but he had another purpose in asking: Is it possible for me to survive?
For survivors wandering in the wild, a first aid kit is also precious.
Seeing that the other party agreed, Brother Dong took out a bag of first aid from his waist and sprinkled it on his shoulders.
Then he took out another roll of bandage, bit it with his teeth, wrapped it around his body several times with one hand, and bandaged the wound on his left shoulder.
Then he tied a knot with one hand, his movements were quite skillful.
Next, he glanced at Qu Jianlei and asked in a low voice, "Can you drink some water first?"
Qu Jianlei remained motionless, looking at his neck indifferently.
Brother Dong sighed and spoke slowly, "I'm in the camp, and I still have a batch of supplies."
Qu Jianlei spoke calmly, "Answer my question first...I won't say it a second time."
Brother Dong pursed his lips and spoke, "The old cripple was killed by people from the main settlement."
"The cause of the matter was that the main settlement killed a group of scavengers in the garbage dump. It seems that some of them were related to the old cripple..."
Qu Jianlei was speechless. Mr. Sai and his gang really didn't regard the survivors as human beings.
But he was surprised. Did Mr. Sai kill people like this just to find information about himself?
No, who can be sure that he can survive without an antidote?
Is it a crime to make a big show of support for a dying or dead person?
He was silent for a long time before asking again, "Why did they kill the scavengers... for what reason?"
Brother Dong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How can I deserve to know about this kind of thing?"
Qu Jianlei spoke gloomily, "I allow you to reorganize the language."
How could he not know at all? Tu Zuofu killed scavengers in the Hongsi settlement. I don’t know how many people saw it!
As expected, Brother Dong hesitated and replied, "It seems that the general settlement asked scavengers to help find something..."
He knew a lot, he even knew that the scavengers had been poisoned, and he also knew that the scavengers collected the antidote regularly.
On the eve of collecting the third batch of antidote, Collins went straight to the attack and attacked five scavengers.
The reason he gave Tuzov was: These five people were not serious in seeking information, and we handled it internally.
He didn't expect that Silly Qu didn't show up either, so Tuzov only needed to give fourteen pairs of antidotes.
Tuzuofu was somewhat surprised by this result: You are going undercover and killing your own people?
He didn't get angry about this matter. In any case, the other party's name was "cleaning up careless scavengers."
So he directly distributed fourteen antidotes and informed the other party that there would only be twelve antidotes next time.
However, another day later, someone came to the main settlement. After hearing the news, they took them directly to the garbage dump.
It is said that the person who took the lead was very unhappy: It is not your turn to decide internally how to clean up the scavengers.
Probably for this reason, they killed four to five hundred scavengers.
However, among the fourteen people involved, it is said that some had a chance to escape because they were absent due to something else.
As for who was lucky enough to escape, Brother Dong said he didn’t know.
"I only know that Collins is dead... He can kill people, so he must be prepared to be killed."
Having said this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It's normal for survivors to plot against each other, and it's normal to kill people to prevent disasters, but it's funny when someone is killed after they stop a disaster.
I'm afraid it may not be a "lucky" escape! Qu Jianlei asked aloud, "What is the big shot looking for?"
"I don't dare to ask about this," Brother Dong shook his head expressionlessly, "It will kill someone."
"You are always going to die!" Qu Jianlei swayed and cut the artery on the side of the opponent's neck with his dagger.
"You..." Brother Dong looked at him in shock and wanted to reach out to cover his neck, but his whole body was sore and weak.
There was really too much blood just shed.
He was originally in a sitting position, but fell limply to the ground. He couldn't help but ask, "I was bandaged, why did you kill me?"
Qu Jianlei didn't bother to pay attention to him: Allowing you to bandage and letting you live...are these the same thing?
He killed the last rider and then began to eliminate the traces.
Two motorcycles were tied to both sides of the rear wheel of his own motorcycle - the kind with the front wheel raised.
He didn't leave the body behind. He tied it to a motorcycle and took it away. He found a place to bury it fifty kilometers away.
The harvest this time was quite large, with everything except nutrients.
Needless to say, there are two motorcycles, as well as a Gauss machine gun, a laser assault gun, a Gauss automatic gun and two laser pistols.
Other things worth mentioning are quite a lot of ammunition and even an energy block.
There are also eight silver dollars, which directly solves the money shortage dilemma faced by Qu Jianlei.
With this vote, he made a fortune and drove all the way without any purpose at all. He just didn't care where he went.
If you drive during the day and rest and meditate at night, your nutritional supplement levels will drop sharply.
He walked for seven days, and just when all three gas tanks were almost empty, he found a survivor camp.
This camp was not small, at least it was much larger than the rock camp he was in.
He rode a motorcycle and entered the camp one after another. He really wanted to dazzle as much as possible.
Some people were unconvinced, but when they saw the Gauss machine gun mounted on the motorcycle and the laser assault rifle on their body, they decisively decided not to provoke them.
Anyone who dares to travel alone with three motorcycles is definitely not a good person.
Moreover, these motorcycles were probably stolen by murderers and other goods.
Qu Jianlei found the grocery store, exchanged a Gauss automatic gun and a long knife for water, and added some oil.
He did not use silver dollars, because here, silver dollars are not as effective as barter and can easily lead to speculation.
The grocery store also noticed that this person was not easy to mess with, and the transaction price he gave was actually very fair.
After the transaction was completed, Qu Jianlei asked, "Do you want to take the motorcycle...?"
Grocery stores will definitely collect motorcycles, but if such large items are collected with nutritional supplements, resources will be stretched.
"Then let's switch to meat and grain," Qu Jianlei didn't want to take nutritional supplements all the time.
The grocery store said that there was not much meat and grain, so it would take two days to restock.
There is no way, this is how it is in a small place. How many people in a wild camp can afford meat and grain?
Qu Jianlei was not surprised. He just took the opportunity to repair his motorcycle.
The two seized motorcycles fell down while driving. Although they were thick and sturdy, they had some minor faults.
Qu Jianlei also wanted to modify his motorcycle to make it easier to use.
There is a private repair shop in the campground, which is a part-time business, but the shop owner said that he does not know how to repair motorcycles.
Qu Jianlei's answer was: I don't need your help in repairing it, just lend me the tools.
To be continued...