The water in the skin is not very clean, but in this wilderness, it is good to have something to drink.
Are mere survivors in the wild qualified to touch the patrol team's kettle?
"Thank you, sir," Qu Jianlei thanked him honestly, opened the bag and took six sips.
Six sips were enough. He knew what the water in the skin was for and didn't dare to drink more.
Contamination is inevitable, 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 nutritional supplements and swallowed it without hesitation.
Then, he stood up and bowed, "Thank you two adults."
The long-sword patrolman was obviously interested, "Can I still eat it? I also have nutritional supplements here...how many tubes do you want?"
This question was not a friendly one, and he had even begun to wonder: Should he be the banker and gamble?
"Thank you, sir, no more," Qu Jianlei shook his head slowly, "Too much is not enough."
"What is this guy talking about?" someone said, and another one-eyed patrolman came over and looked like a small boss.
Qu Jianlei's wording habits have always been a little different from those of the local aborigines, which can be regarded as a nostalgia for China.
It's not that he can't change it, but he doesn't think it's necessary - others think there's something wrong with his brain anyway.
The one-eyed little boss didn't understand "too much is not enough", but after communicating for a while, he understood what the other party was going through.
"It's just nonsense," the little boss took out a small disc and threw it down, "Test it yourself... can you use it?"
This is a disposable syringe. When you put it on the skin and press it hard, a needle will pop out and inject.
There isn't much liquid in the syringe, but it's no problem to do some simple tests. This is also the most convenient way to test the fallen.
But what he said, "you can use it", to Qu Jianlei, was real high technology.
It's a good thing that this person is a small boss, otherwise it would be impossible to take out this thing casually.
Qu Jianlei flipped through the pages for a while, tried to press it on the back of his hand, then raised his head again, and asked with questioning eyes, "Is this so?"
"That's right," the little boss nodded, and couldn't help but mutter, "This guy's observation skills are not bad."
Qu Jianlei didn't know what it was, but it was obvious that he had no right to refuse.
After the liquid was injected into the back of his hand, he felt a wave of heat running along his arm and directly towards his heart, "Ah... this?"
After almost half a minute, the little boss spoke.
"There has been no change. He probably hasn't eaten anyone. Come up here... carry that corpse on your back!"
Qu Jianlei was relieved, but he couldn't help but secretly complain, your detection method is too simple and crude, right?
The sudden heat just now, the user experience is really bad.
However, after all, it is a free testing item that can be taken out casually, and the requirements cannot be too high.
As for getting out of the pit, it is not that difficult, even if you are carrying a corpse.
"Okay, let's get together," the little boss nodded slightly, turned and left, "Business matters!"
Qu Jianlei walked over with the body on his back and saw about twenty scavengers, more than thirty hunters, and some injured.
These are the main force attacking the Fallen, but now, these people are squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.
There were at least fifty people wearing patrol uniforms around.
Not far away were three off-road light trucks, two armored vehicles, and a dozen motorcycles with wide tires and high wheels.
The light truck is open-top, simple and rough, with a heavy Gauss machine gun mounted on the manger, with a ferocious caliber.
The armored vehicle has a smoothbore cannon in the front and a machine gun on top, making it a powerful weapon.
Off-road light trucks and armored vehicles surrounded Qu Jianlei's group, and there were people on duty on the relevant weapons platforms.
Whoever dares to run around without obeying orders will definitely not see those weapons as decorations.
After Qu Jianlei glanced at it, he dropped the body, walked aside obediently, squatted down and held his head in his hands.
It is said that he is an auxiliary worker and is nothing like these people.
But this is a wasteland, and trying to emphasize that you are different is often tantamount to committing suicide.
The only way to go is to follow the crowd honestly.
A group of people got off the larger armored vehicle, led by a young man in his mid-twenties.
This man was very handsome, with luxurious clothes and equipment, but there was a hint of sinister look in his eyebrows.
Qu Jianlei looked at him out of the corner of his eye: He is actually more handsome than me. He must be... a villain, right?
This person walked onto an open-top light truck and spoke with a loudspeaker, "Don't ask me who I am, you don't deserve to know!"
"I'm going to ask a question now. If you answer it correctly, you can live... Who has picked up a pink mecha within ten days?"
This man's aura is so strong that compared to him, the people in the patrol team are as different as kittens and tigers.
However, few of the survivors squatting on the ground were simple. Everyone secretly communicated with their eyes, and no one made a sound.
Seeing no response, the one-eyed little boss spoke up, "Mr. Sai comes from Hongzi Headquarters. This is a rare opportunity."
The General Settlement with the word Hong, which governs all the settlements with the number Hong, is so powerful that ordinary people cannot imagine how powerful it is.
Someone spoke in astonishment, it was Mr. San who was squatting on the ground with one leg, "Mr. Sai, there are a lot of pink mechas!"
The sinister young man glanced at him and snorted, "I want news about all the pink mechas."
The third master immediately fell silent. Based on his experience, he could see that today's situation was not right. Listening more and speaking less was the right way to go.
But the scarred woman with only half of her left ear does not have such keen perception.
She directly asked in a rough voice, "Mr. Sai, this pink mecha...is there any abnormal signs? We can go and ask."
Mr. Sai raised his chin slightly, and with a "bang" gunshot, the scar-faced woman's head exploded instantly.
The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of "woo-woo" wind blowing.
After a while, Mr. Sai snorted softly, "I'm asking, who gave you the illusion... that you feel qualified to ask me?"
"Don't try to teach me how to do things, you! You! Are not! worthy!"
"We are hunters!" A man stood up and stared at each other coldly, "You are angry in the wrong direction!"
"Eh... you surprise me!" Mr. Sai looked at the other person up and down, but he was not angry, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Fuck you!" The man's feet flashed with flames, and his body rushed over like a cannonball, "Smelly woman... wait for me!"
He and the scar-faced woman were not only close friends, but also agreed to share life and death together.
Human life in the wasteland is not valuable, but there is no lack of blood - no one takes their own life seriously.
The Gauss machine gun rang out, and the man was beaten into a sieve in the air, and his blood was sprinkled in the sky.
But almost at the same time, Qu Jianlei closed his eyes and lay on the ground.
Sure enough, there was a loud "boom" and the whole earth shook.
When the man was shot, he exploded with explosives on his body.
Mr. Sai could underestimate the bloody nature of these low-level people, but Qu Jianlei knew it too well and escaped the disaster.
A shock wave passed by, and Qu Jianlei felt that his younger generation was in burning pain. He must have been slightly affected.
When he squatted down again, the light truck in front of him had been torn apart.
Mr. Sai was not seriously injured. There were two people holding shields in front of him, but their clothes were a little damaged.
His face was also a bit smoky, even half of his hair and eyebrows were burnt.
He was furious for a moment, "These scum deserve to die...kill them!"
"Mr. Sai, please control your anger," the one-eyed little boss had to say, "These are all good survivalists!"
"If I can kill everyone, forget it. What if I can't?"
As he said this, the smoke gradually dissipated.
Several survivors squatting on the ground have disappeared, and they don't know where they are hiding.
Mr. Sai was stunned for a moment and then made a decisive decision, "I only want to ask the people in the mine, not the hunters."
Obviously, he has realized that the Hongzi settlement Braille is indeed powerful, but it cannot do anything to the lawless survivors.
This is the normal state of the wasteland - you are very powerful, but what does it matter to me?
Differentiation is necessary, otherwise if he gets too anxious and Hong Si's patrol team just watches, he will have a lot of fun.
He came here to pursue a piece of detailed information. Arrogance is inevitable, but if it affects the result, he will never redeem himself.
The killing just now was just because I didn't like to be offended by others, and it was just a way to establish authority - human lives in the wasteland are not valuable anyway.
But he had really experienced the tenacity of the bottom and had to restrain himself.
There is no way, no one can do anything about someone who will get angry if they don't agree with each other.
With his ability, it would be no problem to make the entire Hongsi settlement disappear, but... can he silence everyone?
So it's better to admit honestly that he is actually mainly targeting scavengers.
The hunters are more unruly and there is no need to offend a group of people who are not their opponents in the first place.
But the third master quit. He raised his head and chuckled, "It's easier to bully people in the mine?"
People who make a living in garbage dumps do have a lower social status, unlike hunters who actively hunt mutant beasts.
But low social status does not mean poor power, nor does it mean poor economic income.
In fact, the upper class of the mine earns much more than the upper class of the hunters - even the upper class of the rangers cannot compare.
Don't underestimate those who collect rags. If you don't have extraordinary abilities, you really can't do this industry.
Hunters can just risk their lives, but if you want to be a good miner, you must not only risk your life, but also be a good person.
Many high-end scavengers have powerful forces behind them. They don't need to "wash the minerals" at all, they just digest it themselves.
To say that these people are not white gloves, others have to believe it, right?
When Mr. San retired from the profession of hunter, he really had a broken leg and his ability no longer allowed him to do so.
But he doesn't think at all that hunters are really nobler than scavengers - it just sounds nice.
Anyone can do the killing thing, but if you want to be a qualified scavenger, you still have to use your brain!
Newly updated to provide you with the fastest way to recruit black physique and practice in the wasteland, Chapter 5 Cold-blooded and Hot-blooded is free to read.