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Chapter 15 Tolerating Being Considered Weakness

 This is the first time that Qu Jianlei has encountered someone taking the initiative to help him in more than six years since he came to the wasteland.

Thinking about how other time-travelers were able to thrive at the beginning, my own life... was really not easy.

He felt that he must emphasize one thing, "The spoils of war are all mine."

There is no need for him to say this to other people, but not this Morrison, he is too shameless.

As expected, Morrison was stunned again: Four weapons and not one of them for me?

Wei Pang and Hong Mao had two long knives and borrowed a Gauss automatic gun. Hong Mao also had a short dagger at his waist.

Morrison was a little confused and couldn't help but speak.

"I am considered yours after all. Even if you give me a short dagger, it will enhance the combat effectiveness of our group, right?"

Qu Jianlei didn't bother to pay attention to him: Even if I gave you weapons, would you dare to kill someone?

Seriously, I still have to be careful about anything happening to you!

He gave the other party a sideways look and said, "My people... are you worthy of me? This is called paying back debts!"

Morrison was speechless immediately, thinking that you don't know how to strengthen the team at all, no wonder you are still a lonely ghost now.

"Then I can take off a pair of pants and wear them, right?"

His pants were torn by silly songs. If he encountered extreme cold weather, it would be fatal.

Qu Jianlei said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Morrison skillfully searched Red Hair's body, and in addition to ammunition and some small items, he also found a tube of nutrient solution on Red Hair's body.

With Qu Jianlei on his back, he quietly opened the nutrient solution.

A hard and cold object pressed against the back of his head, and a cold voice sounded, "Want to die?"

Morrison was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, but... he didn't want to die!

He was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but the two cold corpses in front of him reminded him who was standing behind him.

He could only put down the nutrient solution honestly.

The next question is: burying a body... also requires physical strength.

However, Morrison really didn't dare to say anything more, not even to be lazy.

Whenever he couldn't help but want to be lazy, he would say to himself: That fool really knows how to kill people!

As for why the obedient silly song turned out like this, he couldn't figure it out.

It took him more than two hours to finally bury the two bodies in the garbage and clean up the blood stains on the ground.

Then he sat down on the ground, panting and feeling like his whole body was falling apart.

At this moment, Qu Jianlei said, "Are you hungry? I can lend you my gun..."

Really? Morrison looked at him suspiciously, always feeling something was wrong, "What am I doing with a gun?"

"You go hunt other scavengers," Qu Jianlei said with his eyelids drooping, "Each person will get half the loot."

Morrison blinked for a long time before asking aloud, "Who to kill?"

"Whatever you want," Qu Jianlei's face remained expressionless, "It just solves your food and clothing problem."

Morrison looked at him blankly for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I don't dare."

He is timid, but now that he is hungry, he can consider killing someone.

However, there is a problem. His leg is injured. Once the scavengers attack him, he will not be able to run even if he wants to.

Although the feeling of hunger was uncomfortable, he didn't want to die yet.

"Haha," Qu Jianlei twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a standard smile, "That's all you've got."

That's all it takes, and Morrison doesn't want to explain it - it's just a waste of calories.

The dirty woman noticed Qu Jianlei's murder again.

She pondered for a moment and told the young man next to her, "Bring the goods out in a while and ask Xiaoqu to check it out."

"Take the initiative to let him check?" The young man was obviously a little unwilling, "Isn't this a joke to others?"

"What do you know," the dirty woman snorted coldly, "Just do what you are told."

The young man finally couldn't defeat his sister-in-law, so after a while he took the goods out and took the initiative to find Qu Jianlei.

Qu Jianlei was a little confused at first as to who this person was, but he finally figured it out.

The first person who took the initiative to apply for inspection showed up, and not long after, a second person came to visit.

The third person who came to the door was the short and stocky man, who initially tried to drive a wedge between him and the scavengers.

This man was more straightforward in his work. After checking, he proactively asked, "By the way, can you help me pull the goods with your car?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him doubtfully, "By the way?"

"I'll pay for it," the stocky man was startled, and then said with a smile, "I can't use your car without paying for it, right?"

Qu Jianlei nodded and said expressionlessly, "Wait a moment."

This small amount of goods is not worth a special trip by tricycle. Anyway, he is not the one pulling the tricycle now.

Next, people came one after another to be inspected.

As for how many people noticed his murder, Qu Jianlei himself didn't know.

However, he had a Gauss automatic gun and three long knives on hand, but everyone could see them.

There are too many sensible people among the scavengers, and they all basically know how to protect themselves wisely.

There were even people who had not been involved in that incident who came to Qu Jianlei to inspect the goods.

——Although I don’t know why I did this, others have done it, so it doesn’t hurt to imitate it.

Anyway, Silly Qu didn’t take away other people’s trash, so what’s the big deal if it’s just a passing glance?

However, Qu Jianlei did not take action, and Morrison secretly hid some relatively cheap garbage.

Qu Jianlei pretended not to see this. He had a helper who was greedy for life and afraid of death. He couldn't let this guy starve to death.

He doesn't care about upholding justice. The wasteland doesn't have this habit.

He almost starved to death many times, and no one ever received justice.

If you don't fight for your own rights and interests yourself, how can you still expect others to help?

Before we knew it, it was getting close to evening, and the tricycle was full of goods.

The direction of this transportation was not the camp where Qu Jianlei was located, but another place, nearly 20 kilometers away from here.

Morrison kicked the tricycle to its destination, and it was already four hours later.

The scavengers went to people they knew to sell their garbage, and Morrison also took his harvest to sell.

Qu Jianlei also went to a grocery store. He had three long knives and was planning to sell one.

The one with the broken teeth was quite damaged.

The grocery store owner was a cripple, and he knew the idiot in front of him, so he directly set the price.

"A broken oscillating knife...three tubes of nutritional supplements."

This is a bit excessive. A brand new oscillating knife costs almost fifty tubes of nutritional supplements.

Qu Jianlei was not good at negotiating prices, so he said expressionlessly, "Add more."

"Don't even think about it," the lame man snorted coldly, "You can just find a handful in the trash. Do you think it's valuable?"

Qu Jianlei looked at him speechlessly, "Then I won't sell it."

Can a usable oscillating knife be found in a junkyard?

This possibility is not non-existent, but the probability is too low, similar to the probability of winning the lottery jackpot.

"Not selling?" The cripple looked at him.

Although he noticed that the other party was carrying many weapons, he knew very well who Silly Qu was.

He didn't believe that this fool dared to take action, but for the sake of the weapon, he just snorted in dissatisfaction.

"If you don't sell it, don't waste time. It's really disappointing."

As expected, Qu Jianlei didn't react at all, picked up the long knife and turned around to leave.

Although he had a gun in his hand, he also knew that in this situation, there was no need to get too bloody.

Moreover, he knew that his social skills were poor, and the other party's dirty words might just be modal particles, so he simply ignored them.

However, his reaction was noticed by a cock-comb head at the door of the grocery store.

No matter what kind of society, it is not absolutely black and white. There are people waiting for fat sheep at the door of the grocery store, which is normal.

"You're so coward even if you have a gun?" Cockscomb's eyes lit up, this guy... is worth fighting.

He touched the dagger in his waist, thought about it, turned and left.

Not long after, he came back with two men, one carrying a Gauss automatic gun and the other carrying a long knife.

There was also a short-barreled shotgun in the cockscomb head's hand, "Cripple, where are the people?"

The shop owner also knew the route of these people, so he replied nonchalantly, "Go and find out for yourself, it's from the Rock Camp."

"Rocks?" The cock-combed head grinned, "Can a small place like that be called a camp? This guy looks very timid?"

"He's a fool," the cripple waved his hand, "Go, go, I'm still busy."

"You're too busy!" Cockscomb Head's face darkened, "You need to clean up, don't you?"

"Are you going to deal with me?" The lame man raised his hand, holding a laser pistol, and his face sank, "That guy's name is Silly Qu...get out of here!"

"Thank you, lame man," Cockscomb Head smiled nonchalantly, turned around and left with the others.

The cripple looked at their backs, shook his head indifferently, lowered his head and wiped the laser pistol.

Qu Jianlei also didn't expect that his tolerance would be regarded as weakness by others.

He found Morrison, who had just licked clean the packaging of a tube of nutritional supplements, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

"Okay, let's get to work, I'm going back to the camp."

"Wait for me to take a sip," Morrison said, taking out a plastic pellet the size of a pinky finger with blue liquid in it.

Qu Jianlei watched this scene expressionlessly. He knew that the capsule contained a low-quality hallucinogen that was addictive.

Cigarettes are also sold in the wasteland, but they are very expensive. Compared with cigarettes, "Blue Beauty" is not only smelly, but also more harmful to the body.

But some people like this one, and it seems Morrison does.

Qu Jianlei could feel that this guy didn't buy bandages or anything else. If he had money, he would only buy nutritional supplements, which was Blue Beauty.

However, that is someone else’s choice. What does someone else’s life have to do with him?

Morrison first bit into the capsule, took a deep sip, and finally stuffed the capsule into his mouth and chewed it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of intoxication on his face.

At the same time, the three cock-combed heads also spotted the two of them, and the man carrying a long knife let out a light sigh.

"Hey, isn't that useless Morrison?"

Morrison's fame is actually much greater than that of Silly Qu, because Qu Jianlei does not harm others, while Morrison is recognized as a scourge.

"Two ants, they match up," the man carrying a Gauss automatic gun said, "Let's wait outside the camp."


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