CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 28: HEARING OF THE MISHAP

Dong Ge is not afraid of death. In the past, his skinny self could make a big name because he dared to fight.

But facing the black muzzle, he finally sadly acknowledged that he was old.

He was extremely sensitive to the air of murderous intent, knowing the other person would definitely shoot without hesitation.

So he quickly answered, "Someone said you were inquiring about the old cripple’s news."

It was indeed that guy... Qu Jianlei was not surprised by this answer, this was the wasteland.

The concessions he gave to that person were originally trivial.

He took the opportunity to ask back, "Can’t I ask about the old cripple?"

Dong Ge quickly replied, "The old cripple’s death involved important figures... I’m very dizzy, can I bandage myself first?"

Qu Jianlei raised his chin expressionlessly, then put away the Gauss Gun and drew out the Short Dagger.

At this close range, the High-Frequency Oscillation Short Dagger was quicker than the Gauss Gun.

Dong Ge was indeed losing a lot of blood, but he had another intent in asking: Do I have a chance to survive?

For survivors wandering in the wilderness, even a first-aid kit is precious.

Seeing the agreement, Dong Ge took a pack of first-aid powder from his waist and sprinkled it on his shoulder.

Then he took out a roll of bandage, biting it with his teeth, he wrapped it around his body a few times, bandaging the wound on his left shoulder.

Then he tied a knot with one hand, very skillfully.

Next, he glanced at Qu Jianlei and asked in a low voice, "Can I drink some water first?"

Qu Jianlei didn’t move a muscle, looking indifferently at his neck.

Dong Ge sighed and spoke slowly, "I have a batch of supplies in the camp."

Qu Jianlei replied calmly, "Answer my question first... I won’t say it a second time."

Dong Ge pursed his lips, beginning to speak, "The old cripple was killed by people from the General Settlement."

"The cause of the matter was the General Settlement killed a batch of scavengers from the junkyard, and it seemed some of them had connections with the old cripple..."

Qu Jianlei was speechless. Mister Sai and his group really don’t treat survivors as people, huh.

But it puzzled him, Mister Sai killed people like this just to find information about himself?

Could it be? Who could be sure that without the antidote, he could struggle to survive?

To make such a big fuss over someone dying or presumed dead, is it worth it?

He was silent for a long time before speaking again, "Why did they kill the scavengers... what’s the reason?"

Dong Ge smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Matters like this... How would I be worthy of knowing?"

Qu Jianlei spoke ominously, "I allow you to reorganize your words."

How is it possible not to know at all? Tuzov killed scavengers at the Hongsi Settlement, how many people saw it!

As expected, Dong Ge hesitated for a moment and answered, "It seemed the General Settlement had the scavengers help look for something..."

He knew a lot, even knowing the scavengers were poisoned and knew they collected the antidote periodically.

The night before collecting the third phase of the antidote, Collins went ruthless and ambushed five scavengers.

And the reason he gave Tuzov was: these five people weren’t dedicated to gathering information, so we handled it internally.

He didn’t expect that Sha Qu also didn’t show up, so Tuzov only needed to give fourteen doses of antidotes.

Tuzov was somewhat surprised at this result too: you’re so ruthless you even kill your own...?

He didn’t act on the matter, no matter what, the justification given was "clearing careless scavengers."

So he directly issued fourteen doses of antidote, informing them there would only be twelve doses next time.

However, another day later, someone from the General Settlement came, and after hearing the news, went straight to the junkyard with people.

Reportedly, the person in charge was very unhappy: it’s not your place to decide how to clear scavengers.

That’s possibly why they executed four or five hundred scavengers.

But among the fourteen people involved, allegedly someone got lucky and escaped because they weren’t there for some reason.

As for who escaped by luck, Dong Ge said he didn’t know either.

"All I know is, Collins is dead... if he can kill, naturally he should be ready to be killed."

At this point, a faintly mocking sneer appeared at his lips.

Mutual scheming between survivors is normal, and killing to prevent disaster is normal, but being killed right after preventing disaster is ridiculous.

It might not have been mere "luck" to escape! Qu Jianlei asked, "What is it exactly the big figure was seeking?"

"I don’t dare to inquire about that," Dong Ge shook his head expressionlessly, "people die for that."

"You’re going to die anyway!" Qu Jianlei’s body swayed, and the short dagger cut open the artery on the side of the other’s neck.

"You..." Dong Ge stared at him in astonishment, trying to reach out to cover his neck, but his body was too weak.

Too much blood had flowed earlier.

He was originally sitting, but now collapsed weakly to the ground, still couldn’t help but ask, "You let me bandage, yet why kill me?"

Qu Jianlei couldn’t be bothered with him: allowing you to bandage and sparing your life... are those the same thing?

He killed the last rider too, then began erasing traces.

He tied the two motorcycles to the sides of his own motorcycle’s rear wheel—the kind where the front wheel is lifted.

He didn’t leave the corpse behind either. He tied it to the motorbike and took it away, burying it fifty kilometers away.

This time, the harvest was sizable. Besides the nutrient injection, he got everything.

Not to mention two motorbikes, but also the Gauss machine gun, laser assault rifle, Gauss automatic rifle, and two laser pistols.

Other notable mentions include a substantial quantity of ammunition and even an energy block.

There were also eight silver coins, directly solving Qu Jianlei’s financial dilemma.

With this haul, he’s surely hit the jackpot, driving full speed without any aim, going wherever the road takes him.

He traveled during the day and rested at night, meditating, while the stock of nutrient injections rapidly decreased.

He traveled for seven whole days before finding a survivor camp just as his three fuel tanks were about to run dry.

This camp wasn’t small, at least bigger than the Chaotic Stone Camp where he stayed.

He rode into the camp with one bike towing two others, attracting as much attention as possible.

Some were discontent, but upon seeing the Gauss machine gun mounted on the bike and the laser assault rifle on him, they decisively chose not to provoke him.

Anyone daring to wander alone with three motorbikes was definitely not someone to mess with.

And these motorbikes were most likely plundered from murdered victims.

Qu Jianlei found a grocery store and exchanged a Gauss automatic rifle and a long blade for food and water, also adding some fuel.

He didn’t use silver coins, because here, commodity exchange was more effective and would not cause speculation.

The grocery store also realized that this person was not to be trifled with, thus offering a fair exchange rate.

After the transaction, Qu Jianlei asked, "Motorbike... do you buy?"

The grocery store certainly accepts motorbikes, but acquiring them with nutrient injections would strain resources.

"Then let’s exchange it for meat and grain," Qu Jianlei didn’t want to rely solely on nutrient injections.

The grocery store indicated that they didn’t have much meat and grain, needing two days to procure.

No choice, small places are like this. In a wild camp, how many can afford meat and grain?

Qu Jianlei didn’t feel surprised; he took the opportunity to repair the motorbike.

The two motorbikes obtained had fallen during use. Although sturdy, they had some minor faults.

Qu Jianlei also wanted to modify his own motorbike to make it more convenient to use.

There was a private repair shop in the camp, of mixed business nature, but the owner stated they couldn’t repair motorbikes.

Qu Jianlei’s response was: I don’t need you to help repair, just lend me some tools.

It was called borrowing, but in reality, it was renting, with the store also providing some raw materials.

After two days, all three motorbikes were repaired, with the biggest change being on the one Qu Jianlei used himself.

The main improvement was increased output, allowing a twenty to thirty percent speed increase under the same conditions, crucially improving acceleration.

Qu Jianlei wasn’t pursuing any "kickback sensation"—this thing didn’t even have a seat with a backrest.

Faster acceleration meant easier escape, impacting survival odds, which warranted utmost attention.

By now, the store owner’s gaze filled with admiration, "Strong mechanical skills, even stronger hands-on ability!"

Qu Jianlei felt a bit of pride; back on Blue Star, he had crafted a motorbike from scratch.

The technology level remaining in the wasteland was high, and the fuel used wasn’t gasoline or diesel, but a kind of mixed energy liquid.

In such circumstances, being able to complete his vehicle modification was indeed an achievement.

Of course, some good parts from the two scavenged motorbikes were swapped onto his own vehicle.

The performance of those two bikes didn’t decrease much, but his bike became better.

During these two days, the grocery store owner was also busy sourcing various goods, though meat and grain were indeed scarce.

Eventually, he managed to obtain a large amount of nutrient injections, fuel, and ammunition, barely enough to swap for two motorbikes.

For him, this was a major business venture not often encountered even once a year.

Upon hearing this, Qu Jianlei was a bit stunned, "Two motorbikes? I originally just wanted to sell one."

The store owner got anxious hearing this, "Brother, I’ve offered a very fair price to you."

"Then let’s go with two," Qu Jianlei was nonchalant, as his own bike was stronger, which was the most important thing.

With enhanced protection capability, as long as there’s enough supplies, he could hide and cultivate comfortably.

However, he indeed had quite a bit of supplies, and had to assemble a two-wheel cart, attaching it to his motorbike.

He stayed at this camp for a full five days, and surprisingly, no one came to bother him.

This shows that when someone exudes an imposing presence, they can effectively deter others even in the wasteland.

As he leisurely rode off towing the cart, everyone only watched him silently.

It wasn’t until he completely disappeared into the distance that the grocery store owner went to see the repair shop owner.

"Who is that guy really? Did you find out anything?"

"He’s not someone from our camp to worry about," the repair shop owner shook his head, full of envy.

"He’s definitely not a wanderer from the wilds; just judging by his motorbike repair skills, even Hongliu Settlement doesn’t have many like him."

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