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

Think about it, other time travelers can start with a prosperous start, and it is really not easy to live by themselves.

He felt that one thing must be emphasized, "The spoils are mine."

He didn't need to say that when he met other people, but Morrison was not good, he was too shameless.

Sure enough, Morrison was stunned again: Don’t give me any of the four weapons?

Weipang and Hongmao had two long knives, and they borrowed a Gauss automatic gun, and Hongmao also had a short dagger around her waist.

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

"I am yours. Even if I give me a dagger, it can be considered to enhance the combat effectiveness of our group, right?"

Qu Jianlei was too lazy to pay attention to him: Even if you give you weapons, would you dare to kill someone?

Be serious and I have to be careful of what happens to you!

He glanced at the other party, "My person... is worthy of you? This is called paying back the debt!"

Morrison was speechless and thought to himself that you don’t know how to strengthen the team at all. No wonder you are still a lonely ghost now.

"Then I can wear a pair of pants, right?"

His pants were pierced by Sao Qu, and if they encounter extremely cold weather, it will be dead.

Qu Jianlei did not make any noise, which was considered acquiescent.

Morrison skillfully searched his body. In addition to ammunition and some small things, he also found a tube of nutrient solution on the red hair.

He was carrying Qu Jianlei on his back and was about to quietly turn on the nutrient solution.

A hard and cold thing hit the back of his head, and a cold voice sounded, "Want to die?"

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

He felt so aggrieved 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 corpses... also requires physical strength.

However, Morrison really dared not say anything else, and he didn't even dare to be lazy.

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

As for why the timid silly Que became like this, he couldn't understand.

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

Then he sat down on the ground, gasping for a while, feeling his whole body falling apart.

At this moment, Qu Jianlei spoke out, "Are you hungry? I can lend you a gun..."

Is that right? Morrison looked at him suspiciously, always thinking that something was wrong, "What am I doing with a gun?"

"You go and hunt other scavengers," Qu Jianlei said with his eyelids drooping, "One person has half of the spoils."

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

"Whatever you want," Qu Jianlei still had no expression on his face, "It just solved your food and clothing problem."

Morrison looked at him blankly for a while before slowly shook his head, "I dare not."

He is timid, but now he is hungry and killing is not something that cannot be considered.

However, there is a problem. His leg was injured. Once he encountered a scavenger, he could not run even if he wanted to run.

Although it feels uncomfortable to be hungry, he doesn't want to die yet.

"Haha," Qu Jianlei's mouth twitched, and his standard smile was not smiling, "You have only a little success."

Then there is a good chance, and Morrison doesn't want to explain - he consumes calories in vain.

The dirty woman noticed Qu Jianlei's murder again.

She pondered for a moment and told the young man around her, "Go out to bring the goods later and ask Xiaoqu to check it out."

"Take him to check on his own initiative?" The young man was obviously a little unwilling, "Isn't this a joke for others?"

"What do you know," the dirty woman snorted coldly, "If you ask you to do it, do it."

The young man finally couldn't resist his sister-in-law. Not long after, he brought the goods out and took the initiative to find Qu Jianlei.

Qu Jianlei was a little confused at first, who was the one who was this person, and later he met the number.

The first one who actively applied for inspection appeared, and soon, a second one came to the door.

The third person who came to the door was the short and strong man who tried to provoke his relationship with the scavenger.

This guy is more straightforward to do things. After checking, he took the initiative to ask, "By the way, help me pull the goods in your car."

Qu Jianlei looked at him in confusion, "By the way?"

"I pay for it," the short and strong man was startled, and then he said with a smile, "You can't use your car if you don't pay for it, right?"

Qu Jianlei nodded and spoke expressionlessly, "Wait a minute."

This little thing is not worth a trip to the tricycle, anyway, he is not the one who pulls the car now.

Next, someone came to undergo examination one after another.

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

However, he had an extra Gauss automatic gun and three long swords on his hand, which everyone could see.

There are too many people who understand the scavengers, and they basically know how to protect themselves.

Even people who had not participated in that incident took the initiative to come to Qu Jianlei to check the goods.

——Although I don’t know why I did this, but if others do this, it’s okay to imitate it.

Anyway, Sao Qu has not taken away other people's garbage, how big a thing is to pass it through?

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

In response to this, Qu Jianlei pretended that he hadn't seen it anymore. There was a helper who was afraid of death. He couldn't watch this guy starve to death.

He doesn't care about presiding on justice, and wasteland does not have this habit.

He almost starved to death many times, and never saw anyone preside over justice.

If you don’t fight for your own rights, can’t you expect others to help?

Before we knew it, it was almost evening and the goods on the tricycle were full.

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

Morrison pulled the tricycle to the place with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and it was already four hours later.

The scavengers went to find people they knew to sell garbage, and Morrison also brought his harvest to sell it.

Qu Jianlei also went to a grocery store. He had three long swords on his hand, and now he planned to sell one.

The one who puts the teeth was a bit damaged.

The owner of this grocery store is a cripple and knows the silly Qu in front of him, so he directly offered the offer.

"A broken oscillating knife...three tubes of nutrients."

This is a bit too much. A brand new oscillator knife requires almost fifty tubes of nutrients.

Qu Jianlei is not good at raising prices, so he speaks with an expressionless face, "Add some more."

"Don't even think about it," the cripple snorted coldly, "You can just take a handful of it out of the garbage dump. Do you think it's very valuable?"

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

Can you find a vibrating knife that can be used in the garbage dump?

This possibility does not exist, but the probability is too low, which is similar to the chance of winning the lottery.

"Don't sell?" The cripple glanced at him.

Although he noticed that the other party was carrying a lot of weapons, he knew very well who Siqu was.

He didn't believe that this fool dared to take action. Finally, for the sake of the weapon, he just hummed dissatisfiedly.

"If you don't sell, don't waste your time. It's so fucking disappointing."

As expected, Qu Jianlei did not react anyway, picked up the long knife and turned around and left.

Although he had a gun on his hand, he knew that there was no need to be too bloody in such an occasion.

Moreover, he knew that he had poor social skills and that the other party's swear words might just be just tone words, so he ignored them directly.

However, his reaction was seen by a cockscomb head at the entrance of the grocery store.

No matter what society, it is not absolutely black or white. It is normal for someone to wait for a fat sheep at the entrance of the grocery store.

"Is there any gun so cowardly?" Jimcom's eyes lit up. This guy... is worth having something to do.

He touched the dagger in his waist, thought for a while, and turned around and left.
To be continued...