The water in the skin is not very clean, but in this wilderness, it is already good to drink it.

Are survivors in the wild qualified to touch the kettle of patrol team members?

"Thank you, sir," Qu Jianlei thanked honestly, opened his skin and drank six sips in small sips.

Six mouthfuls were enough. He knew what the water contained in the skin was for and did not dare to drink too much.

It is inevitable to be dirty, but as long as it is not poisonous, it doesn’t matter if you drink less. The key is to control the degree.

Then he opened another tube of nutrients and swallowed without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and bowed, "Thank you, sirs."

The Long Knife patrolman was obviously interested, "Can you still eat it? I have nutritional agents here... How many tubes do I need?"

This question is not well-intentioned. He has even begun to think about whether to be a banker or not?

"Thank you, sir, no," Qu Jianlei shook his head slowly, "It's too much."

"What is this guy talking about?" Someone spoke out and another one-eyed patrol came over. He looked like a small leader.

Qu Jianlei's wording habits have always been a little different from those of the local natives, and it is considered a nostalgia for China.

It’s not that he can’t change it, but he mainly feels that there is no need for that - anyway, others think that there is something wrong with his brain.

The one-eyed little leader couldn't understand "too much is not enough", but after a while of communication, he learned what the other party had happened.

"Pure nonsense," the little leader took out a small disc and threw it down, "Test it yourself...can you use it?"

This is a disposable syringe. Put it on the skin and press it hard, and a needle can pop up and inject it.

There is not much liquid in the syringe, but there is no problem in doing some simple tests. This is also the most convenient way to test the fallen people.

However, what he said was "can use it" was a real high-tech for Qu Jianlei.

It’s also a blessing that this person is a small leader, otherwise it would be impossible for him to take out this thing casually.

Qu Jianlei looked around for a while, tried to press it on the back of his hand, then looked up and asked with a questioning look, "How is that?"

"That's right," the little boss nodded, and couldn't help but mutter again, "This guy has a good observation ability."

Qu Jianlei didn't know what this was, but obviously he didn't have the right to refuse.

Behind the liquid was injected into his hand, he felt a stream of heat rushing directly to his heart, "Ah...this?"

After almost half a minute, the little leader spoke.

"There is no change, I should have never eaten anyone, come up by myself... on the body on my back!"

Qu Jianlei felt relieved, but couldn't help but complain secretly, your detection method is too simple and crude, right?

The sudden heat just now, the user experience was really bad.

However, after all, the free inspection items that you took out casually should not be too high.

As for walking out of the big pit, it is not difficult, even if you are carrying a corpse.

"Okay, let's get together," the little leader nodded slightly, turned around and left, "The important thing is important!"

Qu Jianlei walked over with his body on his back and saw more than twenty scavengers, more than thirty hunters, and others were injured.

These are the main forces attacking the Fallen Ones, but now these people are squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms.

There were at least fifty people wearing patrol team uniforms around.

Not far away, there are three off-road light trucks, two armored vehicles, and more than a dozen wide-tire and high-wheel motorcycles.

The light truck is convertible, simple and rough, with a heavy Gaussian machine gun on the manger, with a hideous caliber.

There is a smoothbore cannon in front of the armored vehicle and a machine gun on the top, which is even more a killer weapon.

Off-road light trucks and armored vehicles surrounded Qu Jianlei and his group, and there were people on duty on the related weapon platforms.

Whoever dares to run around without hesitation, those weapons will definitely not be decorations.

After glanced at it, Qu Jianlei left the body, walked to the side honestly, squatted down and hugged his head with his hands.

It is said that he is an auxiliary job, and it is not the same as these people.

But this is wasteland, and trying to emphasize that oneself is often equivalent to committing suicide.

Following the crowd honestly is the kingly way.

A group of people walked off the larger armored vehicle, leading to a young man of twenty-seven or eight.

This man looks very handsome, dressed in luxurious clothes, but there is a trace of sinisterness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Qu Jianlei looked at him from the corner of his eyes: He is actually more handsome than me, this should be... a villain, right?

The man walked onto a convertible light truck and held the tweeter and said, "Don't ask who I am, you don't deserve to know!"

"I'll ask a question now. If you answer correctly, you can survive... Within ten days, who has picked up a pair of pink mechas?"

This person's aura is really too strong. Compared with him, the people in the patrol team are simply the difference between a kitten and a tiger.

However, there were not many survivors squatting on the ground. Everyone secretly communicated with their eyes, but no one spoke.

Seeing that there was no reaction, the one-eyed little leader spoke out, "Mr. Sai comes from the Hongzi General Number, this is a rare opportunity."

The Hongzi General settlement is in charge of all settlements with Hongzi numbers. It is so powerful that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Someone said in shock. It was the third master who was squatting on the ground with one leg, "Mr. Sai, there are many pink mechas!"

The sinister young man looked at him and snorted, "I want all the news about the pink mecha."

The third master suddenly stopped talking. With his experience, he had already seen that the situation today was wrong. Listening more and speaking less is the right way.

But the scar-faced woman with only half of her left ear doesn't have such keen perception.

She asked in a rough voice, "Mr. Sai, what are the abnormal signs of this pink mecha? We can also ask."

Mr. Sai raised his chin slightly, and with a "bang", the scar-faced woman's head exploded instantly.

The scene suddenly fell into death silence, with only the "whimpering" wind blowing.

After a while, Mr. Sai snorted, "I'm asking, who gave you the illusion... I feel qualified to ask me?"

"Don't try to teach me how to do things, you! You! No! Deserve!"

"We are hunters!" A man stood up and stared at the other party coldly, "You are angry and in the wrong direction!"

"Huh... you surprised me!" Mr. Sai looked up and down at the other party, but he was not angry, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Go to the damn!" The man's feet flashed with flames, and his body rushed towards him like a shell, "Stinky woman... wait for me!"

He and the scar-faced woman are not only friends with Guan Bao, but also make an appointment to share life and death.

The lives of people in the wasteland are not worth much, but they are not lacking in passion - no one takes their lives seriously.

The Gauss machine gun rang out, and the man was beaten into a sieve in the air, and blood spilled in the sky.

But almost at the same time, Qu Jianlei closed his eyes and leaned on the ground.

Sure enough, there was a loud "boom" sound, and the whole earth shook a few times.

While the man was shot, he caused a sudden blow to the fire.

Mr. Sai can underestimate the bloodiness of these lower-class people, but Qu Jianlei is too clear about it, so he escapes the disaster.

A shock wave passed by, and Qu Jianlei felt that his juniors were in pain, and he must have been affected a little bit.

When he squatted again, the light truck in front was already broken.

Mr. Sai was not injured too much. Two people were holding shields in front of him, but their clothes were a little damaged.

There was also a little fireworks on his face, and even his hair and eyebrows were burning halfway.

He was furious for a moment, "Damn these scumbags... kill them for me!"

"Mr. Sai, please be angry," the one-eyed little leader had to speak out, "These are good survivalists!"

"If you can kill everyone, that's fine, what if you can't do it?"

As he said this, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Several survivors squatting on the ground have disappeared, and I don’t know where to hide.

Mr. Sai was stunned for a moment and made a decisive decision, "I only ask people in the mine, it has nothing to do with the hunters."

Obviously, he had realized that the Hongjiujiuzi is indeed powerful, but he could not help but lawless survivors.

This was originally the norm of wasteland - you are very strong, but what does it have to do with me?

Differentiation is necessary, otherwise if Hong Si's patrol team is also watching, he will be very happy.

This time he came to pursue a detailed information. Arrogance is inevitable, but if it affects the result, he will never redeem it.

The murder just now just didn’t like to be offended and just made a powerful man by the way - anyway, the lives of people in the wasteland are not worth much.

But he also really experienced the strongness of the bottom and had to restrain himself.

There is no way. If you encounter such disagreement, you will be in a state of trouble. No one can do it.

With his ability, it would be no problem to make the entire Hong Si settlement disappear, but... can it destroy everyone's mouth?
To be continued...