Brother Dong is not afraid of death. He was so thin back then that he was able to make a big name because he dared to fight.

But facing the black gun, he finally realized sadly that he was old.

He was very sensitive to the sense of qi and knew that the other party would definitely shoot without hesitation.

So he quickly replied, "Someone said, you are asking for news about the old lame man."

It was indeed that guy... Qu Jianlei was not surprised by this answer, this was wasteland.

The concessions he gave to that person were not worth mentioning at all.

He asked with the flow, "Can the old lame man ask?"

Brother Dong quickly replied, "The death of the old lame man involved a big man... I was very dizzy. Can I bandage it first?"

Qu Jianlei raised his chin expressionlessly, then put away the Gauss gun and pulled out the dagger.

At such a close distance, the high-frequency oscillation dagger is faster than the Gaussian rifle.

Brother Dong did lose too much blood, but he also had another meaning when asked: Is it possible for me to survive?

For survivors who wander in the wild, a first aid kit is also precious.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Brother Dong took out a pack of rescue from his waist and sprinkled it on his shoulders.

Then he took out another roll of bandage, bite it with his teeth, wrapped it around his body with one hand for a few times, and bandaged the wound on his left shoulder.

Then he tied a knot with one hand and was very skillful in his movements.

Next, he glanced at Qu Jianlei and asked in a low voice, "Can you drink some water first?"

Qu Jianlei remained motionless and looked at his neck indifferently.

Brother Dong sighed and said slowly, "I have a batch of supplies in the camp."

Qu Jianlei spoke calmly, "Answer my question first...I won't say it again."

Brother Dong pursed his lips and spoke, "The old lame man was killed by people from the general settlement."

"The cause of the incident was that the general settlement killed a group of scavengers in the garbage dump. It seemed that someone had something to do with the old lame man..."

Qu Jianlei was speechless. Mr. Sai and his group really didn't regard survivors as human beings.

But he was surprised. Is Mr. Sai killing people like this just to find his own news?

No, who can be sure that he can struggle to survive without an antidote?

Is it worth it to make a big fuss for a dying or dead person?

He was silent for a long time before he asked again, "What is the reason why they killed the scavengers?"

Brother Dong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "How do I deserve to know this kind of thing?"

Qu Jianlei spoke gloomyly, "I allow you to reorganize the language."

How could it be that I didn’t know at all? Tuzuofu killed the scavengers in the Hongsi settlement, and I don’t know how many people saw it!

Sure enough, Brother Dong hesitated and replied, "It seems that the common settlement asked the scavengers to help find something..."

He knew a lot, even the scavengers were poisoned, and he also knew that the scavengers regularly collected antidotes.

On the eve of the third phase of the antidote, Collins directly attacked five scavengers.

The reason he gave Tuzoufu was: these five people were not serious about inquiring about the news, and we handled it internally.

He didn't expect that Siqu didn't appear either, so Tuzuo only needed to give fourteen antidotes.

Tuzou Fu was a little surprised by this result: You are getting rid of your own people and even kill them?

He did not cause any incident. No matter what, the other party called "a careless scavenger".

So he directly distributed fourteen antidotes and told the other party that there were only twelve antidotes next time.

However, another day later, someone came to the main settlement. After hearing the news, he took people 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 how to clean up the scavengers.

It is probably because of this reason that they killed four or five hundred scavengers.

However, among the fourteen people involved, it is said that some people escaped by chance because they had something to do.

As for whom he escaped by chance, Brother Dong said he didn't know either.

"I just know that Collins is dead... He can kill people, so he must be prepared to be killed."

Speaking of this, a faint sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is normal for survivors to plot against each other, and it is normal to kill people and prevent disasters, but it is funny that the front foot is killed after blocking the disaster.

I'm afraid it may not be a "lucky" escape! Qu Jianlei asked, "What is the big guy looking for?"

"I dare not inquire about this," Brother Dong shook his head expressionlessly, "It will be dead."

"You are always going to die!" Qu Jianlei's body shook, and a short dagger cut open the artery on the other party's neck.

"You..." Brother Dong looked at him in shock, trying to reach out to cover his neck, but his whole body was sore and weak.

There was too much blood just now.

He was originally sitting, but fell to the ground with a soft and soft position. He couldn't help but ask, "I've bandaged it all, why kill me?"

Qu Jianlei was too lazy to pay attention to him: allowing you to bandage and let you go... Is this the same thing?

He killed the last rider again and then began to remove the traces.

Two motorcycles were tied to both sides of the rear wheel of his motorcycle - the kind that lifted the front wheels.

He did not leave the body, tied it to a motorcycle and took it away, and buried it fifty kilometers away.

This time the harvest was quite big, and there were everything except nutrients.

Needless to mention the two motorcycles, there are also Gauss machine guns, laser assault guns, Gauss automatic guns and two laser pistols.

Other things worth mentioning are quite a lot of ammunition and even a block of energy.

The silver dollar also has eight yuan, which directly solves the money shortage faced by Qu Jianlei.

He made a fortune in this ticket and drove all the way, without any purpose at all, so he could count wherever he went.

I rush through the day and rest and meditate at night, and the nutrient stock dropped sharply.

He walked for seven days and just as the three fuel tanks were running out, he found a survivor camp.

This camp is not small, at least much larger than the rocky camp where he is.

He rode a motorcycle and entered the camp with one stroke. It was really eye-catching.

Some people were dissatisfied, but when they saw the Gauss machine gun on the motorcycle and the laser assault gun on their bodies, they decided not to provoke them.

Those who dare to carry three motorcycles to travel will definitely not be good at it.

Moreover, these motorcycles are likely to be robbed by robberies.

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 bartering, and it is easy to cause speculation.

The grocery store also saw that this person was not easy to mess with, and the transaction price given was very reasonable.

After the transaction was completed, Qu Jianlei asked, "Does the motorcycle be collected?"

Grocery stores will definitely collect motorcycles, but if you collect this large item with nutrients, it will lead to shortage of resources.

"Then let's change to meat and food," Qu Jianlei didn't want to take nutritional agents all the time.

The grocery store said that there is not much meat or grain itself, so it takes two days to purchase the goods.

There is no way, this is the case in the small place. In the wild camp, how many people can afford meat and food?

Qu Jianlei was not surprised either. He happened to take the opportunity to repair his motorcycle.

The two motorcycles seized fell while driving. Although they were heavy and solid, they had some minor malfunctions.

Qu Jianlei also wanted to transform his motorcycle to make it easier to use.

There is a private repair shop in the camp, which is also a kind of business, but the owner said he would not repair motorcycles.

Qu Jianlei's answer was: I don't need you to help repair it, just lend me the tools to use.

It is said to be borrowing, but it is actually renting, and the store also provides some raw materials.

Two days later, all three motorcycles were repaired, and the one Qu Jianlei used himself changed the most.

The most important thing is that the output has increased. Under similar circumstances, the speed can be two or three percent faster. The key is that the speed is faster.

Of course, Qu Jianlei pursues a "sense of pushing back" - this thing does not have a seat with a chair.

Faster speed means easier to escape, which is related to the chance of survival, and it cannot be taken too much attention.

At this time, the store owner looked at him with admiration, "There is strong mechanical level and stronger hands-on ability!"

Qu Jianlei was not without a little complacent. He was on Lanxing back then, but from scratch, he rubbed a motorcycle out with his own hands.

The remaining technology level in the wasteland is very high, and the oil is not gasoline or diesel, but a mixed energy liquid.
To be continued...