Qu Jianlei was furious when he heard this. Who dares to say that what I do is unethical?
He looked sideways, and his anger suddenly disappeared, and he just smiled coldly.
"Morrison, my tolerance does not mean that you have the right to be arrogant... What did I do that was not authentic?"
The visitor is none other than Morrison, who parted ways last night.
He raised the Gauss automatic gun in his hand, with an indignant look on his face, "The gun you lent me is broken!"
"Oh, that's right," Qu Jianlei nodded slightly, with a calm look on his face, "I know this."
"You... know?" Morrison really didn't expect that he would get such an answer, "Why?"
Qu Jianlei frowned, "Why?"
Morrison rectified his thoughts and spoke slowly, "This is the gun you lent me, right?"
Qu Jianlei replied simply, "Yes, I lent it to you, but did I say I wanted to borrow a good gun?"
Morrison's head suddenly exploded - the brain circuitry of a fool is indeed different from that of ordinary people.
"But, but...but you want me to take a bad gun and reason with a cripple?"
Qu Jianlei answered matter-of-factly, "Is there any difference? You don't dare to shoot anyway."
I just... Morrison really wanted to curse: Are having a broken gun and not being afraid to shoot the same thing?
I really don’t know how your brain grew. He complained a little weakly, "I was almost killed by a cripple."
Qu Jianlei looked at his thigh and nodded slightly, "It has been bandaged and the result is good."
Why did he jump to this topic? Morrison was a little confused.
The next moment, he realized, "You mean..."
Qu Jianlei looked at him as if he was mentally retarded and didn't bother to speak at all.
Morrison finally figured out the key, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Are you so sure that Cripple doesn't dare to do anything to me and will definitely accept my blackmail?"
Qu Jianlei thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm not very sure, there is still a possibility of failure."
When he lent the broken gun, he thought about how Morrison and the Cripple would deal with each other.
The old cripple is definitely not a good person, but he is definitely not a fool either.
It is definitely impossible for him to be willing to accept blackmail, but the key to the problem is: Morrison returned to the camp alive!
If Morrison is alive, then there is a high probability that Qu Jianlei, the owner of the gun, is also alive.
As for the outcome of the three people following them, there is basically no need to guess.
The key is that the Gauss automatic gun was damaged by bullets!
As long as the old cripple isn't particularly stupid or naughty, he should pay some compensation honestly.
Who makes him the most suspect in this matter?
Of course, Qu Jianlei cannot guarantee that his calculation is 100% accurate.
For example, what if the old cripple has nothing to do with this matter...
But as long as he knows these thoughts himself, there is no need to explain them to Morrison.
Morrison's face darkened when he heard this, "The possibility of failure...will I die?"
How do I know this? Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, "Maybe...half dead?"
"You're going a little too far!" Morrison's face turned darker and darker, "You didn't even remind me!"
"Is it necessary?" Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously, "The old cripple always has to think about it... I might still be alive."
"This... is the same," Morrison had to admit, there was nothing wrong 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 be so honest!"
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.
Comparatively speaking, being taken advantage of by Morrison is a trivial matter.
On the third day, someone came to Qu Jianlei to discuss whether it was time to go to the Hongsi settlement to get the antidote, right?
The first one to come was a dirty woman, and the second one was a short and stocky man.
Qu Jianlei was also thinking about this matter, so everyone agreed to rush to Hongsi that night.
There were twenty scavengers who experienced this at that time, but this time when we went to Hongsi, there were more than forty people.
The good things in the garbage dump still have to go to settlements to be sold at a reasonable price.
Everyone chartered three trucks, and they were able to barely load the people and goods they were going to.
Qu Jianlei only brought two guns, one long and one short, and one long and short sword.
The tricycle was left with Morrison, and the other weapons were left with Fat Sister for sale—you couldn’t bring them all out.
The settlement is more than 200 kilometers away from the garbage dump, and the dilapidated truck drove across the wasteland all night before arriving at dawn.
The area of the settlement is not small. The area enclosed by the city wall is about ten square kilometers, and the population inside is said to be more than 50,000.
Qu Jianlei once calculated that if there were 5,000 people per square kilometer... even some land could be left to grow crops.
Unfortunately, survivors in the wild are not eligible to stay, and they have to pay a hefty deposit to temporarily enter the city.
There are many temporary houses outside the city, more than 10,000, which look densely packed.
Qu Jianlei and others came to the small southern gate to look for the one-eyed boss from last time.
The little leader's name was Tuzuov. After everyone inquired, they found out that this guy was actually the captain of the Guards.
Tuzuofu was not on duty. He heard that survivors from the wild were looking for him, so it took him more than two hours to come.
He was followed by eight or nine people, a standard combat team.
After meeting everyone, his first words were, "Any news about the mecha?"
This is very helpless. What everyone cares about is the antidote, and what others care about is the news.
No one answered his question. The last incident was still vivid in his mind. Some people really killed people without blinking an eye.
Everyone focused their attention on Qu Jianlei.
Qu Jianlei had no choice but to shirk it. The speed at which his status had improved in the past few days was visible to the naked eye. If there was a gain, he had to pay for it.
He took a step forward and answered seriously, "Master Tu, we have been searching very hard, but unfortunately there is no news yet."
Tuzov narrowed his one eye and spoke gloomily, "There is no news, what are you doing here?"
Qu Jianlei was a little helpless, "Sir, we can only inquire about the news while we are alive. Dead people can't do anything."
Tuzov was polite to him last time, but this time his temper was not so good. He asked coldly, "Are you complaining?"
Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids and answered honestly, "I don't dare."
It's not that he doesn't complain, but he doesn't dare to say anything...his social skills are really poor.
Tuzov's hand had already been placed on the laser gun on his waist, but the next moment, he thought of something.
So he looked at the others and said, "This fool has grievances. Apart from him, who among you has grievances?"
"No," everyone shook their heads one after another. Silly Qu was let go because he was stupid, and they didn't want to take bullets.
"You bastard, there is no truth in your mouth," Tuzov cursed, "Only fools dare to tell the truth?"
Everyone is still silent, just scold us and pretend we didn't hear you, as long as you give us the antidote.
Seeing that no one said anything, Tuzuov became more and more annoyed, "You are such a coward and you still want an antidote...Does the antidote cost nothing?"
(During the new book period, please help me in any way.)
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