Qu Jianlei was furious when he heard this, who dares to say that I am not authentic?

He looked sideways, and his anger suddenly disappeared, and he just smiled coldly.

"Morrison, my tolerance does not mean that you have the qualifications to be presumptuous...... What am I not doing? ”

It was Morrison, who parted ways last night.

He raised the Gauss automatic gun in his hand, and his face was indignant, "The gun you lent me is broken!" ”

"Oh, that's it," Qu Jianlei bowed slightly, his face calm, "I know this." ”

"You...... Know? Morrison really didn't expect to get such an answer, "Why?" ”

Qu Jianlei frowned, "What why?" ”

Morrison straightened his mind and spoke slowly, "This is the gun you lent me, right?" ”

Qu Jianlei replied dryly, "That's right, I lent it to you, but did I say I wanted to borrow a good gun?" ”

Morrison's brain suddenly exploded - the brain circuit of a fool is really different from ordinary people.

"But, but...... But you asked me to take a bad gun and reason with the lame? ”

Qu Jianlei replied as a matter of course, "Is there a difference?" You don't dare to shoot anyway. ”

I'll just ...... Morrison really wants to scold his mother: is it the same thing to take a bad gun and not dare to shoot?

I really don't know how your brain grows, he complained a little weakly, "I almost got crippled." ”

Qu Jianlei looked at his thighs and bowed slightly, "It has been bandaged, and it proves that the result is good." ”

How did you jump to this topic? Morrison was a little confused.

The next moment, he reacted, "You mean ......"

Qu Jianlei looked at him with mentally handicapped eyes, and didn't bother to speak at all.

Morrison finally figured it out, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Are you so sure that the lame man will not dare to do anything to me, and he will definitely accept my blackmail?"

Qu Jianlei thought for a moment, then shook his head, "It's not very certain, there is still a possibility of failure." ”

When he lent out the bad gun, he thought about how Morrison and the cripple would deal.

The old cripple is certainly not a good stubble, but he is definitely not a fool either.

It is certainly unlikely that he will accept blackmail willingly, but the crux of the matter is: Morrison has returned to camp alive!

Morrison is alive, so there is a high probability that Qu Jianlei, the owner of the firearms, is alive.

And what the three people who followed them turned out to be, there is basically no need to guess.

The point is that the Gauss automatic gun, or was damaged by bullets!

As long as the old cripple is not particularly stupid or twisted, he should honestly pay some compensation.

Who made him suspicious in this matter?

Of course, Qu Jianlei cannot guarantee that his calculations are 100% accurate.

For example, if the old lame man has nothing to do with it......

But he knew these thoughts himself, and there was no need to explain them to Morrison.

When Morrison heard this, his face turned dark, "The possibility of failure...... Am I going to die? ”

How do I know this? Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids, "Maybe...... Death? ”

"You're going a little too far!" Morrison's face darkened more and more, "Don't remind me!" ”

"Is it necessary?" Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously, "The old lame man always has to think about it...... I may still be alive. ”

"This ...... Also, "Morrison had to admit that there was no problem with the logic of the other party.

But thinking that he was almost killed, he was still a little angry, "Can't you lend me a good gun?" ”

"Do we have that friendship?" Qu Jianlei looked at him curiously: Look at your big face!

After thinking about it, he added, "If you are killed, isn't this shot an enemy?" ”

When Morrison heard this, he couldn't help but turn dark again, "I never thought of it...... Someone can speak like this! ”

Are you saying I can't speak? Qu Jianlei's face was also dark, "What's wrong with Geng Zhi?" It's the truth! ”

Your brain circuit is really beautiful! Morrison was speechless.

In the end, he couldn't help but ask, "If I am killed by a cripple, will you avenge me?" ”

This question stumped Qu Jianlei, and he thought about it for a while and replied, "It depends on the mood." ”

Morrison nodded, and said in his heart I finally know why you are a lonely ghost, and you are too willful.

Qu Jianlei raised his hand and grabbed the bad gun, "It's time to return me...... What about the harvest? ”

"Ten tubes of nutrients, a bag of water...... That's all," Morrison's eyes were honest.

Qu Jianlei glanced at him helplessly, "Doesn't wound bandaging count?" ”

He didn't expect the other party to be honest, but everything that was visible to the naked eye had to be ambushed...... Can you respect my IQ?

"I thought you knew," Morrison replied calmly, "is it okay to divide you into six tubes?" ”

Qu Jianlei was a little speechless, that's how you understand "five or five points"?

But considering that this guy is really risky, he doesn't bother to care, "Okay...... Give me nutrients. ”

Seeing his outstretched hand, Morrison hesitated, "Will you continue to lend me that gun?" ”

Qu Jianlei glanced at him in surprise, "Didn't you say it was useless?" ”

Morrison smiled wryly, "This...... It's kind of useful, I was able to talk to the old cripple yesterday, which is also a factor. ”

Qu Jianlei remembered his conversation with the fat sister, "If you have a gun, you may die faster, even if it is a bad gun, you understand?" ”

"I understand," Morrison nodded, "but I still like the feeling of a gun." ”

"Then you can buy it," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation, "Just two tubes of nutrients." ”

This Gauss gun has a damaged barrel and has no repair value, but the disassembled parts can be used on other guns.

"I'll only borrow!" Morrison said very simply, "With two tubes of nutrients, I can live two more days, why buy it?" ”

Yes, he actually knew that he would borrow chickens to lay eggs, Qu Jian glanced at him and handed over the gun.

In essence, he is not a stingy person, but he has lived too hard in the wasteland all these years to have to worry about it.

For the next two days, Morrison stayed with Qu Jianlei, and even helped push three rounds.

It's just that it becomes paid, and he earns a third of the freight.

It's a bit hard to earn, but Morrison's main income is not this, and he regards "oil rubbing" as his main business.

I must admit that this guy really has a set of stealing chickens and dogs, he only takes some worthless things, which is very measured.

In this way, others don't bother to bother with him, at most, they just say "that is not allowed to move"!

In the final analysis, Mr. Sai put too much pressure on everyone.

Many parties would rather give up convenient public trucks and rent a tricycle once or twice, but also have a good relationship with Qu Jianlei.

In comparison, being rubbed with some oil by Morrison is also a trivial matter.

On the third day, someone came to Qu Jianlei to discuss, should he go to the Hongsi settlement to ask for an antidote, right?

The first one was a dirty woman, and the second was a short and stout man.

Qu Jianlei also thought about this matter, so everyone agreed to rush to Hongsi overnight that night.

At that time, there were 20 scavengers who experienced this incident, but this time there were more than 40 people who went to Hongsi.

The good things in the garbage dump still have to go to the settlements to be able to sell them at an affordable price.

It took three trucks to reluctantly load the people and goods they were going to.

Qu Jianlei only brought one long and one short, two guns and one long and one short knife.

The tricycle was left to Morrison, and the rest of the weapons were put to the fat lady to sell - she couldn't bring them all out.

The settlement is more than 200 kilometers from the dump, and dilapidated trucks have been running through the wasteland all night before dawn.

The area of the settlement is not small, the area enclosed by the city wall is about 10 square kilometers, and the population of the settlement is said to be more than 50,000.

Qu Jianlei once calculated that there are 5,000 people per square kilometer...... You can even set aside a little bit of land to grow crops.

Unfortunately, survivors in the wilderness are not eligible to move in, and they have to pay a large deposit to enter the city temporarily.

There are many temporary houses outside the city, more than 10,000 rooms, which look densely packed.

Qu Jianlei and the others came to the small city gate in the south to look for the one-eyed little boss last time.

The little leader is called Tuzov, and everyone found out that this guy was actually the captain of the Guards.

Tuzhov was not on duty, and when he heard that there were survivors from the wilderness coming to look for him, he delayed his arrival for more than two hours.

He was followed by eight or nine people, a standard combat squad.

After meeting everyone, his first words were, "Is there any news of mecha?" ”

This is very helpless, everyone cares about the antidote, and people care about the news.

No one answered his question, the last incident is still vivid, and some people really kill people without blinking.

Everyone focused their eyes on Qu Jianlei.

Qu Jianlei didn't have to shirk it, the speed of his status improvement in the past few days is visible to the naked eye, and he must pay if he has gains.

He stepped forward and replied, "Master Tu, we have been looking for it very hard, but unfortunately there is no news yet." ”

Tuzov's one-eyed eyes narrowed, and he spoke gloomily, "There is no news, what are you doing here?" ”

Qu Jianlei was a little helpless, "My lord, we can only inquire about the news when we are alive, and the dead can't do anything." ”

Tuzhov was polite to him last time, but this time his temper was not very good, and he asked coldly, "Are you complaining?" ”

Qu Jianlei lowered his eyelids and replied honestly, "Don't dare." ”

It's not that I didn't complain, but I didn't dare, or I didn't say it...... His social skills are really poor.

Tuzov's hand was already on the laser gun on his waist, but the next moment, he thought of something.

So he looked at the others, "This fool has a grudge, but who of you has a grudge?" ”

"No," everyone shook their heads, the stupid song was let go because they were stupid, they didn't want to eat bullets.

"Bastards, there is no truth in their mouths," Tuzhov scolded, "only fools dare to tell the truth?" ”

Everyone is still silent, you just scold, we don't hear it, as long as you give the antidote.

Seeing that no one was silent, Tuzov became more and more annoyed, "I still want an antidote for this coward...... Does the antidote cost nothing? ”

(During the new book, ask for all kinds of help.) ）