CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: AMBUSH AND MURDER

Qu Jianlei had no idea that someone was waiting for him outside the camp.

However, he always felt a lack of security, and today, someone discovered his firearms, so he naturally became more cautious.

Now it’s dark, and the captured binoculars couldn’t be used. He used several metal rods to support clothes, making a dummy to place on the tricycle.

He himself was lying flat on the tricycle, hiding behind some trash.

Morrison didn’t complain either. Today he bought a Blue Beauty and felt invigorated all over.

The three people lurking in the shadows murmured softly, "Why is Morrison pulling the cart?"

The man with the long blade speculated, "I heard Morris is quite timid, was he scared by Sha Qu’s weapon?"

"It’s possible," the man with the Gauss Gun nodded, "Looks like no one’s following behind... I think we can make a move."

"Wait a moment, Second Brother," the Roosterhead spoke up, "Don’t you want to know where Sha Qu got the gun?"

"What’s there to know?" the Gauss Gun man replied dismissively.

He’s seen too much of fights and kills, "Just pick up the leaks at the battle scene."

"I’ve heard of Sha Qu," Roosterhead replied solemnly, "He’s not brave enough to go to a battle scene."

"So that’s..." The Gauss Gun man’s eyes lit up at his words, "Could he have discovered pre-apocalyptic ruins?"

"Not necessarily ruins," Roosterhead quickly shook his head. He knew the Second Brother was temperamental, how dare he speak recklessly?

He cautiously suggested, "It’s more likely a mutually destructive battle."

"Isn’t that the same thing?" The Gauss Gun man was a bit annoyed.

But after a pause, he reacted, "You’re saying there might be a lot of weapons on site?"

"I think there’s a possibility," Roosterhead couldn’t help promoting, "Second Brother, why not... leave them alive?"

"It’s pitch black, not getting closer, afraid of missing shots," the man with the long blade was a bit annoyed, "Still want to leave them alive?"

"Just block them," Roosterhead suggested, confidently saying, "Sha Qu surely won’t dare to shoot."

"There are never any certainties!" Second Brother with the Gauss Gun spoke up, "Watch me."

He’s very skilled in handling situations like this, "Fast Blade, you go ahead to stop them, remember to keep your distance."

The man with the long blade ran quickly to the front, yelling from 300-400 meters away from the tricycle, "Stop!"

Immediately, the rear of the tricycle erupted with a series of gunshots, "bang bang bang", "bang bang bang"...

After two three-round bursts, Second Brother shouted, "Stop, raise your hands, or it’s death without mercy!"

He’s less than 400 meters from the tricycle, but it’s dark and visibility isn’t good, unsure if he can hit the target.

Anyway, just shoot first to establish dominance, then surround, not believing the opponent dares to move rashly.

As for possibly killing them... dead is dead, at worst, just take their weapons.

As for the weapon’s source information, it’s not important to him, good if there is, indifferent if not.

In any case, ensuring one’s own safety is paramount, every Wasteland survivor understands this.

When the gunshots fired, Morrison immediately released the tricycle, quickly laid down, shouting, "Spare me, I surrender!"

The aftereffects of the Blue Beauty hadn’t faded, and he decisively surrendered. Seems the survival instinct is deeply ingrained.

"You’re Morrison, I know," a sharp voice came, Roosterhead, "Sha Qu, what do you say?"

A painful moan sounded from the tricycle, "If you want something, just say so, why harm someone?"

"Ha," Roosterhead chuckled softly, "If I say it directly, what if you don’t agree? Maybe you’d resist!"

Qu Jianlei groaned painfully twice and then answered angrily.

"You shoot because you’re afraid I’ll resist? What if I’m killed?"

"Dead is dead," Second Brother’s voice came from the darkness, "Isn’t it usual for people to die in the wilderness?"

Qu Jianlei pondered and asked, "Can I leave after leaving behind a gun and a knife?"

The enemy didn’t care about his life, attacking directly, clearly targeting his belongings.

"Want to leave?" the sharp voice laughed, "Hehe, you also need to cooperate to answer some questions!"

Qu Jianlei hesitated and asked, "Can I go after answering the questions?"

The sharp voice laughed again, coming closer, "That depends if you can satisfy us."

Qu Jianlei ignored him, lowering his voice to speak to Morrison, "Punch your wound!"

Punch? Morrison was first bewildered, then realized, joyfully whispered, "You’re not hurt?"

But then reacted, "It’s hard to scab, why should I punch?"

Qu Jianlei whispered, "Do you want to gamble that they might not silence you?"

Silence... Morrison was silent, he obviously understood this.

But he was still somewhat unwilling, decisively taking advantage, "I want a Gauss Automatic Rifle!"

"Then you’d better be on your way," Qu Jianlei’s eyes flashed fiercely, drawing out the Laser Pistol from his chest.

He’s truly not a killer, but in the Wasteland, everywhere are people that can be killed!

"Puff," a light muffled sound, simultaneously Morrison’s voice rang, "Punched!"

At that moment, the rooster-head held up a shotgun and swaggered over, "Sha Qu, get off the car!"

Wasteland nights aren’t completely dark; there’s some sort of sky light from somewhere.

From a distance of fifty or sixty meters, you can still generally see human figures.

Qu Jianlei sighed softly, "I’m injured, I can only sit on the tricycle."

"Do you want to die?" Rooster-head got angry, "Do you know what kind of gun I’m holding? A shotgun!"

Shotguns aren’t mainstream weapons in the wasteland, somewhat akin to the status of crossbows on Blue Star.

Crossbows are strong because they’re silent, shotguns because of their wide impact area, but their range is quite poor.

Qu Jianlei replied calmly, "I need medical attention now."

Since the opponent was still asking questions, he probably wouldn’t shoot easily.

Morrison, lying on the ground, couldn’t help but grin: I’m the one who needs treatment!

"Treatment... what else are you thinking," rooster-head swaggered while aiming his shotgun at Qu Jianlei.

"Sha Qu, I know you, you’ve been doing well with your recent harvests."

So that’s how it was! Qu Jianlei wasn’t surprised at all.

But when he saw the silhouette of the person, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Is that you?"

He wasn’t actually injured but dared not retaliate, mainly because... he didn’t know how many people were around.

Though facing an ambush from both sides, Qu Jianlei still had a premonition: the number of opponents shouldn’t be large.

Two guns plus three blades... seeing such petty things in front of him, how strong could this team be?

He didn’t want to gamble, betting wrong would spell trouble, even betting right might not manage to confront them all.

Only upon seeing the highly recognizable rooster-head did he realize who the opponent was.

He saw them once outside a general store, and on seeing again, they had two men with knives and guns.

The rooster-head trio was hiding quite stealthily back then, but Qu Jianlei was also extremely vigilant.

He appeared relaxed outwardly but was tightly wound inside, unnoticed by others.

A high-intelligence guy, at high alert, has such observational skills... ordinary people can’t even imagine.

The three had already been remembered by Qu Jianlei, but hidden deep in his memory, they instantly surfaced now!

"Noticed me outside the general store and invited two helpers."

So, it’s just three guys with two guns, one of which is right here; this fight... can be won!

Then he suddenly shouted, "No, don’t ask me, I definitely won’t reveal... ah!"

Huh? Rooster-head was taken aback, I didn’t do anything, what are you yelling about!

When he realized something unexpected might have happened, as he was about to pull the trigger, a blue flash appeared before his eyes.

A big hole appeared on his forehead, and his body fell limply to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

Rooster-head couldn’t understand even in death: how could the opponent still have a laser gun?

More surprising, Qu Jianlei not only hid a laser pistol but could mimic other people’s voices.

Next moment, the sharp voice sounded again, "Foolish, then die..."

Fire flashed next, followed by the sound of the shotgun firing, "Boom!"

Then, the sharp voice rang out again, "Ha, lucky find, an energy block!"

"Energy block?" Morris and Fast Blade exclaimed joyfully, "Rooster-head... how many?"

"Five... five and a half?" The sharp voice hesitated, "Eh, what’s this metal?"

"Don’t move," Fast Blade called from the front, "Let Morris look... Where’s Morrison?"

"Mercy!" came Morris’s voice, oily and slick, instantly revealing it wasn’t Sha Qu, "I’m willing to cooperate!"

The next moment, rapid footsteps sounded from behind the tricycle, clearly indicating Morris’s excitement.

He slowed down only when he reached fifty or sixty meters away, "Rooster-head, why not leave any survivors?"

Rooster-head’s sharp voice sounded, "Morris, he wanted to ambush me, that yell was to drown out my scream."

Morris, with rich street experience, recognized Sha Qu’s trick immediately upon hearing this.

Then he nodded slightly, "That fool has two capabilities, not entirely foolish, but..."

Just then, his nodding motion slightly froze.

But it was too late; almost simultaneously, a burst of gunfire resounded, unmistakably the sound of a Gauss Automatic Rifle.

Morris’s reaction was not slow, but the distance was too close, mere fifty meters.

He fell to the ground with a thud, muttering, "You... you aren’t Rooster-head!"

Qu Jianlei didn’t speak but with another burst of fire, turned and lifted the gun, wildly shooting at Fast Blade.

Fast Blade realized something was wrong; however, being close to the tricycle, fleeing was difficult.

Qu Jianlei saw him fall and fired two more bursts before exhaling lightly, "My voice mimicry capability isn’t that great."

(During new book release, seeking various support.)