Recruit black physique to start practice in wasteland

Chapter 13
What does the fat young man want to say, do you still need to ask?He has long regarded himself as the heir of the third master.

"The third master's weapon, of course, must be left to me. If you want to be sensible, return it immediately!"

It's not that he doesn't know Mr. Sai, he also knows that Qu Jianlei has accepted Mr. Sai's commission.

But...I ask for what originally belonged to me, is this the right thing to do?

He was seven or eight years older than Qu Jianlei, and he was used to underestimating silly Qu in the past, and felt that he was justified, so his tone was a bit aggressive.

Qu Jianlei blinked his eyes, this is a laser pistol snatched from Tanlang, who even threatened to kill someone!
If he hadn't come forward, the pistol would have belonged to Tanlang, and the other scavengers would have remained silent.

He asked suspiciously, "Why give it to you?"

"The third master is my boss!" The chubby young man replied without hesitation, "If the other is gone, the things should be mine!"

Qu Jianlei didn't bother to say anything to the mentally handicapped person, he just opened the insurance and looked at him coldly.

"Okay, you're fine," the chubby young man nodded upon seeing this, then turned around and left, "There's no end to this!"

To be honest, Shaqu's usual sense of presence is really bad. Even if he has a gun in his hand, most people still look down on him.

Whether it's this fat young man or the broken teeth just now, they can't help but habitually bully him.

This is also a true portrayal of Qu Jianlei's life at the bottom of the six years. He was bullied too much.

He did act low-key enough that nothing major happened.

But with the blessing of his inherent impression, he can't scare people even with a gun.

After the chubby young man went back, he went straight to Hong Mao, another subordinate of the third master.

Hong Mao's temperament is soft, not as impulsive as Wei Pang, "It seems that the boss's gun was almost snatched by the hunter."

"Isn't this not taken away?" Wei Pang said angrily, "I don't want anything else, I just want to get back the pistol."

He didn't mention that adding up other things and multiplying by ten would not be worth as much as this pistol.

Hongmao thought about it and said, "But... didn't he catch the line of Hong Zizong's settlement?"

"Why are you so tired and crooked?" Fatty Wei became angry, "That guy is alone, lonely, so if he kills him, he will kill him."

This is Qu Jianlei's biggest shortcoming.

Hong Mao was still a little hesitant, "But...they are people from Hong Zizong's settlement."

"Which aspect of Hongzi's settlement can be seen as a silly song?" The fat young man snorted coldly, showing a smile that everything was under control.

"He's just a lucky guy, he got shit luck, you don't have to think about it so much."

"If you are not ruthless, you will not be able to stand firm. If you can't even get back the boss's gun...can we still hold on to the mine?"

Hongmao subconsciously felt something was wrong: Shaqu used to be a coolie, but he also survived?
But he was soft-tempered and didn't say anything more - Shaqu's life in the past was too hard, and no one wanted that kind of life.

"Then what's the matter, let's gather some people and ambush him to kill him?"

The third master just died, and some favors are still there. It's not difficult to find a few people to help, but it's just killing someone.

The survivors of the wasteland live a very practical life, but there is no shortage of masters who dare to risk their lives.

After all, human life is really too cheap.

"No need," the chubby young man shook his head, "Just the two of us go out to talk to him, and take the opportunity to kill him."

In his bones, he still despises Shaqu—not only is that guy weak, he has never done anything out of line.

Hongmao knew what he was thinking, and felt a little disapproving. After all, Shaqu had the name of Hong Zi Zong Settlement.

But after thinking about it again, my side is also considered to be famous... I can't make a mistake in asking for the boss's relic anyway, right?
Some people make mistakes, not because they are stupid, but because the level of information is not high enough, which leads to wrong decisions.

But he finally made a suggestion, "Why don't we still call on Lang Mie?"

Lang Mie is also a scavenger, his brain is not very good, but his combat power is amazing.

The key is that he has half a set of mecha left before the end, which was passed down from his ancestors.

The mecha also has a matching oscillating knife, which has amazing attack power and extremely terrifying defense power.

It's not very good against Gauss automatic guns, but it's no problem against ordinary laser pistols.

"No need," Wei Pang shook his head, and replied indifferently, "He can't control his mouth... It's still troublesome if you have a big mouth."

He is not as stupid as Qu Jianlei thinks, he will underestimate Shaqu, but he really will not underestimate the settlement of Hongzi,

It is serious to kill people and create a fait accompli.

According to the rules of the wasteland, dead people are worthless, and this is the only way to stop Shaqu's foreign aid.

After discussing for a while, the two finally decided on a plan of action.

But before we act, we need to borrow a Gauss automatic gun.

The two of them only have two overclocking oscillating knives, which are enough to save their lives in the mine, but they almost want to kill a man with two guns.

This is because the third master treated them well. You must know that most of the scavengers who make a living in the mine only have short daggers with them.

The Gauss automatic gun was soon borrowed, and it was a foreign woman named Sister Na who borrowed the gun.

The two of them don't have that much face, but the third master died not long ago, and the favor is still there-the key is to use the land as a mortgage.

After discussing the action plan for a while, seeing that it was getting late, the two exchanged glances, "Let's go."

If he didn't leave, Qu Jianlei might have to go home and sleep.

They didn't know that at this time, Qu Jianlei encountered a little trouble - he met the thief Morrison.

Morrison was quite handsome, the kind of handsome who was qualified to say "Auntie, I don't want to work hard".

Later, he cheated several aunts. It was not a matter of eating soft rice, but the key was that his hands and feet were not clean.

So his face was scratched, the horrible kind.

But such a face is acceptable in the wasteland in the wild - if you have no ability, how can you be like this?

It's probably a gangster, with some tattoos on his body, it's more acceptable.

But after Morrison came near the mine, he was also very dishonest, cheating and abducting.

The scavengers picked him up many times, and let him understand the rules here.

Morrison was just lazy, not lacking in IQ, and quickly accepted the rules.

But the scope covered by the rules obviously does not include people like Shaqu.

He found that Sha Qu hadn't come back for several days, so he casually went to Sha Qu's house to get some things out.

Morrison didn't think it was theft. His perception was that Shaqu should be dead.

Now that he is dead, of course it is the first to act first, and there are quick hands and slow hands.

Helplessly, Shaqu's family is really poor, except for a tricycle, a few metal rods, and some charcoal.

Anyway, Morrison went there and took everything he could—the charcoal wasn't finished, what if Shaqun didn't die?
In Blue Star, this is called "Being a human being and staying on the front line, so that we can meet each other in the future", while in the wasteland, this is a heap of bloody lessons.

Then he no longer cared about Shaqu's life and death, but went outside the "mine" to find food.

He is really not interested in the tricycle transportation business, he just wants to sell the tricycle.

But this broken car is human, and it is worthless.

Anyway, he will also do the cargo business, to make money, not to be ashamed.

When there is no business, he just wanders around and asks buyers by the way.

Because he himself was not a scavenger and was not in that circle, he didn't know that Qu Jianlei had returned.

Of course, he doesn't think he needs to care about these things either—it's just a silly song, and I've made it clear that bullying by horses and horses doesn't matter.

He left his tricycle in the distance, and is now looking around for business.

For the transportation business, he only made one order in total, but he released the news that he would sell tricycles.

But when he saw Qu Jianlei, he was stunned immediately, "Silly Qu?"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the automatic gun on the opponent's back, "Where are you... Where are you going?"

Morrison is a real coward. Seeing that Sha Qu had a gun, his calf couldn't help but feel weak.

He also knew that Shaqu was cowardly, but he really didn't dare to bet on whether the other party had the guts to kill someone.

Qu Jianlei frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Where's my tricycle?"

"Your three rounds... I don't know," Morrison hastily denied.

This kind of lie can be easily exposed, but it's not that he is stupid, as long as he is fooled right now, he will run away immediately.

Without saying a word, Qu Jianlei pulled out the laser pistol on his waist and pointed it at the opponent.

He said blankly, "I allow you to reorganize the language."

"You...you come with me," Morrison changed his words decisively, then turned and left.

"I'll keep it for you temporarily, and I'm also worried that it will be stolen by others."

This is the wasteland, some people are full of blood, some are treacherous like foxes, and some are shameless...

The tricycle was hidden two kilometers away, hidden by an unremarkable pile of garbage.

What is rare is that Morrison actually scrubbed the tricycle and it looked much more pleasing to the eye.

This is to sell a high price!Qu Jianlei understood it at a glance.

He drew out the long knife he got from Kuoya, and said with a blank expression, "Now we can talk about compensation."

"Compensation..." Morrison's scarred face wrinkled, "Silly... Brother Qu, I really have no bad intentions."

Without saying a word, Qu Jianlei raised his hand and slashed at him.

Morrison's reaction was quick, and he jumped away, narrowly avoiding the knife.

Qu Jianlei flipped his wrist, and slashed horizontally again, "Do you still dare to hide?"

I'm going to die if I don't hide!Morrison flashed again, "Brother Qu, we have something to discuss!"

He wanted to turn around and run, but seeing Shaqu's stance of slashing someone if he didn't agree with each other, if he dared to run, the other party would definitely dare to shoot.

Qu Jianlei's skill is not bad, but he didn't use his full strength, so he let out some water.

And the opponent is very flexible in jumping around, and it is really not easy to hit.

So he stretched out his hand and pulled out the laser gun again.

Holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, he said coldly, "Compensation!"

Seeing the opponent's fierce attack, Morrison no longer dared to quibble. After taking two steps back, he replied with a sad face.

"I'm poorer than you, how do you want me to compensate?"

(End of this chapter)