Qu Jianlei's communication skills were much worse than those of his opponent, but when he thought about it, this small advantage was really nothing.
So he nodded, "Okay, you two count as half, you can tell me what you can."
In fact, the news is not complicated. The lame man was found by the law enforcement team of Hongsi settlement.
No one was very clear about what the law enforcement team asked, but it was obvious that his answer did not satisfy the other party.
The lame man was able to do this business and had something to do with the settlement. The law enforcement team scolded him and seemed to want to let him go.
But another group of people shot the lame man directly.
Finally, the man said mysteriously, "Do you know? Those are the people from Hongzi's settlement..."
He didn't let the woman say anything, but he got excited when he said it, "Killing you and me, a big shot like that, would be like stepping on an ant."
"That's right," Qu Jianlei muttered softly and stopped talking.
Originally, he wanted to inquire about the garbage dump, but now that he heard that even the cripple was killed, he might as well wait a little longer before asking.
He spent most of his time there after traveling through time, but who is he grateful or concerned about there?
No, not one!
He just wanted to know how Mr. Sai would react after learning that he was missing.
Looking at the fate of the old cripple, he could already guess what the main settlement would be like if they found out that he was not dead.
So he really wasn't in a hurry to find out what happened to those people.
It was impossible not to inquire at all. He always had to analyze how dangerous the situation he faced was based on the fate of those people.
After collecting some purple lichens, Qu Jianlei exchanged nutrients for some small things like wires to replenish trap supplies.
Then he turned around and walked out of the camp, heading towards the place where the motorcycle was hidden.
Seeing him leaving, the man who had just betrayed the information rolled his eyes and walked towards a large semi-underground building.
This is the recreational area of the camp, selling not only cigarettes and alcohol, but also some semi-banned items.
The last time I bought Morrison’s Blue Beauty, I bought it here.
The room was smoky, with four people drinking and chatting, and three individual travelers.
The man walked to a group of people drinking, faced a skinny man, and whispered, "Brother Dong, I have news."
Brother Dong glanced at him sideways, took a sip of the turbid wine, and spit out one word, "Say."
The man grinned, showing his black and yellow teeth, "Brother Dong, this... you have always been very generous."
The skinny man glanced at him sideways again, "I didn't hear you clearly, can you say it again?"
The man trembled with fright and could only speak honestly, "There was a stranger just now who wanted to know about the lame man."
"What's there to ask about the cripple?" A man with flowery arms said disapprovingly, "They are all already dead."
"Brother Hei, dead people are valuable," the man explained carefully, "What if it's the person the main settlement is looking for?"
"Made, how dare you worry about money?" The flower-armed man glared at him.
"I don't even dare to get involved with that kind of character... I'm just wondering, who gave you the courage?"
The skinny Brother Dong remained silent and stared blankly at the wine glass in his hand.
"What if?" the man replied with a smile on his face, "It's worth not making any money if you can get in touch with the big shots in the general settlement."
"Big shot..." The flower-armed man snorted disapprovingly, then looked at the skinny man, "Brother Dong?"
Brother Dong put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly, "Keep talking."
The man recounted the story, and also focused on describing the weapons Qu Jianlei carried with him.
Qu Jianlei came in to inquire about information, so he only brought a Gauss automatic gun and a dagger.
This configuration shows that he has a certain level of strength, but... the guy who used Sap in the first place had this equipment.
Moreover, he is so depressed that he can even accept the purple flower lichen. How strong can he be?
Of course, if they are really seeking information, this will be a cover-up method, but is this really the case?
"Okay," the skinny man stood up directly, "Brothers, let's take a trip."
He looks confused, but if he can be the boss of a gang, how can he be incompetent?
As quiet as a virgin and as active as a stray rabbit, he is decisive in killing. This is his true face.
But Hua Jie was a little hesitant, "Brother Dong... do you really think you can catch up with those big shots?"
"It doesn't matter if you can't match him, you have to give it a try," Brother Jiu replied casually, "If it doesn't work out, I'll take away his equipment."
"It's just a gun," the flower-armed man said disdainfully, "Is it necessary?"
The skinny man looked at him and said, "Are you teaching me how to do something?"
"Brother Dong, that's not what I meant," the flower-armed man honestly raised his hands.
Brother Dong is the undisputed soul of the gang. He can express dissent, but he must not question it.
So he explained tactfully, "I'm worried that he has some tricks. We've been reducing our staff a lot recently...will it not be worthwhile?"
When fighting, you must consider costs and benefits. Is it cost-effective to injure your own brother just to grab a gun?
"Yes, we are short of people," Brother Dong replied casually, "We can bring people in as cannon fodder."
He had a threefold idea. It would be best if he could please the big shots in the settlement. If not, he could use them as cannon fodder.
If neither is feasible, then just kill people and gain goods. As for the possible losses to one's side... wouldn't it be enough if the gains outweigh the losses?
How many people are trying to make a living in the wasteland who don't know how to settle accounts?
If there is only the third possibility, Brother Dong will be too lazy to move, but there are still the first two possibilities, so it is worth a try.
The four men walked out of the room, and the man with the flowery arms asked directly, "In which direction did you go?"
The informant pointed in the direction, and the skinny Brother Dong waved his hand, "Get in the car and leave in both cars."
"Two cars?" The flower-armed man was a little surprised, "Then one person."
Brother Dong glanced at him and shook his head, "The layout is too small. If it is a real target... two cars may not be enough."
"That's right," the flower-armed man nodded and rushed directly towards a motorcycle.
"Brother Hei," the informant shouted, "What about... the information fee?"
"Shut up!" Huazhi scolded without looking back, "Wait here, can I stop you?"
The man immediately didn't dare to say anything. The two motorcycles roared away and he spat angrily.
When Qu Jianlei walked out of the camp, he was very wary. He knew that the survivors of the wasteland were full of malice towards the lone travelers.
Not far from the camp, he hunched over and ran all the way, just to get rid of possible pursuers.
After running for almost two kilometers, he heard the sound of a motorcycle from behind.
Damn it, good things don’t work, bad things work!
Qu Jianlei calculated that he was still almost one kilometer away from where the motorcycle was hidden.
Immediately afterwards, a series of numbers flashed in his mind.
I have already run two kilometers. If I want to finish the remaining one kilometer, it will not be faster than four minutes.
Although the motorcycles in the wasteland can be used off-road, they usually cannot exceed 40 kilometers per hour.
I chose a wasteland where it is difficult for motorcycles to travel. In this kind of terrain, the speed of motorcycles is only about 30 kilometers per hour.
Then it will basically take the other party about four minutes to reach the current position.
At that time, Qu Jianlei could only run to the place where the motorcycle was hidden.
However, a distance of one kilometer is already within the effective killing range of the Gauss automatic gun.
Therefore, this pursuer should not be underestimated. If he relaxes even a little bit, he will face an irreversible situation.
And he had no idea how many people were chasing him...
There is no intention to fight, everything must be aimed at running away.
But now Qu Jianlei is really a little tired.
The physical fitness of the Wastelanders is slightly stronger than that of the Blue Star people, and their running speed is slightly faster.
But he still carried a lot of supplies with him and ran for two kilometers continuously. It was difficult to speed up again.
Think about it, he can only circulate the little internal energy in his body and pour it into his two legs.
He had never made a similar attempt before, for no other reason than poverty!
But now is the time of life and death, so I can’t care so much.
However, as soon as the inner energy was poured into his legs, he immediately felt the difference: his speed increased significantly!
Roughly speaking, it should be about twice as high as before.
In other words, it only takes about two minutes for him to run to the place where the motorcycle and supplies are hidden.
Two minutes later, those people should still be two kilometers away from him.
The effective range of the Gauss automatic gun exceeds three kilometers, but whether it can hit accurately or not is the problem.
If a Gauss gun from two kilometers away wanted to hit him, it would have to fire continuously, relying on bullet density to make up for the deviation.
So the two minutes saved were quite crucial. He finally had the confidence to escape.
However, a minute later, Qu Jianlei, who was running, suddenly realized that he was a little hungry again!
It had been a while since he last ate, but his current hunger was obviously due to the depletion of internal energy.
He suddenly felt a little unsatisfied: Do I have to take two more nutritional supplements to escape smoothly?
He was somewhat reluctant to escape, but he had no choice but to run because he didn't know the opponent's equipment and number of people.
The thought of escaping and consuming a small amount of nutritional supplements really made me angrier.
What have you done to offend you? Are you making things even worse for me, who is already not rich?
Now that he was unhappy, he immediately realized another problem: someone knew that he had bought a motorcycle outside the settlement.
Therefore, escaping on a motorcycle is likely to attract the attention of the general settlement.
He had thought of this possibility before, but he deliberately ignored it - the sky is huge, and the greatest escape is possible!
Now that we are thinking about counterattack, we should simply solve this hidden danger.
However, how many people are chasing after them, and what kind of equipment do they have?
However, the next moment, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, "Why are you thinking so much? My speed is faster than a motorcycle!"
On a roadless wasteland, the speed of a motorcycle will basically not exceed 40 kilometers per hour, and even 30 kilometers per hour may not be possible at slow speeds.
And his current speed is basically 356 kilometers per hour. If durability is not considered, he is really not afraid of motorcycles!
(During the new book period, please help me in any way.)