Chapter 167 The Forgotten Harvest-168 Praying Mantis and Oriole
Morrison spoke up, but Collins didn't bother to answer. He just gave him a cold look - Is it your turn to speak here?
The dirty woman also looked at him and said impatiently, "Do you think we are asking you to transport goods? Are you really interested in these three wheels?"
Then she looked at Qu Jianlei, "Xiao Qu, we must make a plan, how can we win over the immortals."
"I'm not familiar with them either," Qu Jianlei replied helplessly, "Everyone can die, this is a wasteland."
"They all admire you," a middle-aged man said, it was the one who told him the secret of the injection.
"If you can come forward to organize, we will have fewer deaths."
They don't think that Silly Qu can absolutely prevent the killing, but even if it can prevent it a little, it's still good!
Survivors in the wasteland rarely consider the absolute survival rate, which is unrealistic.
The serious thing is that they pay more attention to the probability of survival. The higher the probability, the higher the hope of survival.
"The organization can't come," Qu Jianlei replied simply, and then raised his hand to point at Morrison.
"Whoever wants to organize self-rescue can contact him. He is more eloquent than me."
"You're eloquent... we've seen you a lot," Collins said darkly, "People appreciate your stupidity."
I'm stupid...did I eat your rice? Qu Jianlei was too lazy to argue with him, it wasn't worth it, "You can also be stupid."
These words are not something a normal person can say! Collins was immediately speechless.
Finally, he asked angrily, "Do you think... you will be fine this time?"
Qu Jianlei turned his head and thought about it, then replied, "I was not eaten by the fallen at that time. I can survive until now, and I have earned it!"
"I have nothing to say to you idiot!" Collins lost his temper completely.
However, many survivors do have this mentality. In the wasteland, living one more day is all earned.
Early the next morning, everyone arrived at the Hongsi settlement area.
It is a great pity that after waiting all morning, I got a message: Captain Tuzov was not here and had gone out on business.
Everyone was about to ask what to do with the antidote, when the Guardsmen who brought the antidote last time came.
He brought enough medicine packs, distributed them one to one, and then expressed.
"The captain is not here, so it's not convenient for me to kill anyone, but you don't have any news. The captain has confessed..."
"Next time he comes, if there is no news yet, he plans to only send fifteen medicine kits!"
At that time, there were twenty scavengers who were injected with the drug, plus Qu Jianlei, an auxiliary worker, for a total of twenty-one.
One person was killed last time, but this time twenty people received the antidote.
When the dirty woman heard this, she was immediately stunned, "Next time...are you going to kill five?"
"If there is no news, that's it," the Guardsman replied expressionlessly.
After a pause, he added, "You don't have to kill five people... maybe some people are seriously injured, and the captain's marksmanship is average."
This cold joke made everyone unable to laugh out loud.
Collins couldn't help but mutter, "Even if it's a minor injury... without an antidote, you'll die sooner or later."
When Qu Jianlei heard this, he looked at him calmly, thinking that he was worried that you would be silenced in the end.
However, Collins' perceptive ability was extremely strong, and he felt someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and glanced at Qu Jianlei lightly.
There was no expression on their faces, but that didn't mean anything. Many survivors were masters of expression management.
This time, everyone took the antidote on the spot.
But Qu Jianlei played a trick and directly replaced this paper bag with the last one.
So the antidote he poured into his mouth was only a wisp.
But...no one should be able to see it, right?
This time he brought more supplies. He simply used three Gauss guns and a long knife in exchange for a simple motorcycle.
In the wasteland, motorcycles are much more expensive than gauss guns. Although gauss guns are weapons, motorcycles are considered "big items"!
In normal exchanges, the ratio is almost one to three, but one of the guns he used to exchange was very old.
So he added an extra long knife.
The motorcycles provided by the other party are not ordinary goods. Although they are second-hand cars and they look terrible, they are durable and durable.
Qu Jianlei is quite accomplished in mechanics, so it would be no problem to look at a second-hand motorcycle.
After getting the motorcycle, he hit the accelerator and sped away.
What he didn't know was that there were at least five groups of people behind him, silently paying attention to him.
Collins turned his head and glanced at the dirty woman, with no expression on his face, "Now that it's like this, you still tolerate him continuing to be stupid?"
"I don't quite understand that," the woman replied casually, "Can he really control those lunatics?"
Collins smiled coldly, "One more person, one more chance of survival."
"Do you think he will definitely die?" A smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, "Then, you must be the one who dies."
"Really?" A flash of light flashed across Collins's eyes.
Not far away, the owner of a grocery store looked at Qu Jianlei walking away calmly, "Just a fool...without any strength?"
"Who can say clearly about strength?" Next to him was the sturdy Lao Wu, "Second brother, if you want to mess with him, just do it."
"The secret silver medal..." the shop owner sighed, "I'm really curious about what is hidden in the silver medal."
The secret silver medal is actually not that big. Calculated based on the weight of the silver, it is only half the size of a silver dollar. It is no problem to break it into five silver dimes.
But there are patterns on the silver medal, which is a handicraft, especially the pattern is very exquisite, and it is considered an exquisite handicraft.
When Qu Jianlei originally wanted five silver dollars, he also considered the value of the handicrafts.
Otherwise, why would he sell this thing? He is not in a hurry for money.
But the shop owner knows very well that the secret silver medal is more than just silver and handicrafts, its real function is a key...
Not far away from him, there was a group that was obviously a hunter, also staring at Qu Jianlei.
A little man chuckled, "I'm still wrong. I didn't expect this guy... to actually have some wealth."
Those who dare to ride a motorcycle alone into the wild must not only have some wealth, but also some courage!
There are motorcycles among hunters, maybe two or three out of ten.
But there are only two or three people out of a hundred who dare to ride a motorcycle alone into the wild.
This is not just a matter of courage. Hunters are cleaner than scavengers, but there are really a lot of desperadoes among them.
One's own life is a trivial matter. If the motorcycle is damaged outside, it will "make the already poor family even worse."
The really rich people all live in residential areas. Even when they go out, they drive off-road vehicles. Who would play motorcycles...
Among the trio, another person wearing a mask spoke, "I suggest you not mess with this person."
The man who knew Sister Na was startled when he heard this. Although he acted rashly, he admired his teammate's judgment.
As for other looks, some are from scavengers and others...
Qu Jianlei rode his motorcycle for more than three hours and arrived at a transit camp more than 100 kilometers away.
There are not many people in the transit camp, but there are a lot of goods, mainly selling supplies to the survivors.
Qu Jianlei filled up the gas, bought a large plastic bottle filled with gas, purchased a batch of outdoor supplies, then got in the car and left.
During this purchase, he bought a lot of things and almost emptied his entire family fortune.
His action even attracted the attention of some people, whose eyes were not kind.
After all, he came and left quickly. Before the people who coveted him could do anything, he was already gone.
Qu Jianlei took advantage of the darkness and came to the Rock Camp, took the supplies he could use, and left quietly again.
This time, he brought all his belongings with him and planned to take the risk.
There are a total of two gauss guns, a shotgun and a laser gun, two long and short knives, and some ammunition.
In terms of living supplies, there are more than 40 nutritional supplements, three water bladders, and related field supplies.
Your own safety cannot be placed in the hands of others pulling the trigger.
Thank God that he was able to escape twice. He would not be stupid enough to think that he was the son of destiny.
In the wild wasteland, no place is safe, but you must give it a try.
Riding a motorcycle all the way, he arrived seventy kilometers away, exactly where the fallen man imprisoned him last time.
This is an abandoned town, with useful things emptied out long ago.
There are ruins everywhere, and there are only a few rooms that can barely keep out the wind and rain.
After wiping out the Fallen last time, the hunters burned the corpses and blew up several rooms, making it even more dilapidated.
Qu Jianlei checked carefully for a long time to make sure that no one or any wild beast was around, and then he unloaded the things on the motorcycle.
The motorcycle was hidden in a corner of the wall, covered with earth-colored rags, and covered with some broken bricks and stones. Perfect!
It wasn't over yet. He chose an inconspicuous broken wall to hide, then took out some items and began to lay a trap.
Qu Jianlei is very capable of setting traps, but in the past he had no conditions and could only build some alarm devices in his accommodation.
This time it was different. Among the supplies he brought, there was even some gunpowder and steel balls.
His requirements are not high, as long as he can give a moderate warning and hinder the opponent's progress, that is enough.
As for the highly lethal traps, he also laid two traps. They didn't use many materials, but they were enough to kill two people without any problem.
I just hope that the person who may come here has some discernment and doesn't chase after him and force him to use it.
After everything was prepared, it was noon. Qu Jianlei was already a little tired and decided to take a nap first.
In the evening, he was awakened by severe pain all over his body.
So...are there any side effects of the transformation potion?
He gritted his teeth and stood up to sit cross-legged and meditate, trying to see if he could survive this time without taking the antidote.
However, the severe pain became more and more severe, and in the end, he could not even concentrate on guarding his Dantian.
He slowly opened his eyes, sighed, took out the small paper bag, and took about one-third of the amount.
The antidote enters the abdomen and takes effect instantly, as if the whole body is surrounded by a warm current.
Feeling the warm current rapidly repairing his body, Qu Jianlei hesitated and looked at the half mutant beast crystal.
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