CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38: THIS IS STILL THE FASTEST WAY TO MAKE MONEY

The rest of the gains from the Fallen are pitifully small, not much ammo, not much fuel.

There’s some water, but the kind the Fallen drink is not something most people would risk.

Many Fallens’ mutations start from drinking questionable water.

What’s left is the firearms: a working Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun, two Gauss Rifles, and a Shotgun.

There are three Vibrating Blades, and that’s all the equipment the Fallen have.

The rider checked the truck and surprisingly discovered, "Wow, this truck can still run... just has a few too many bullet holes."

Then he looked at Qu Jianlei, "This truck left for you seems fair by any calculation."

What’s the point of this truck for me, Qu Jianlei felt both amused and helpless.

Even with the little brat Xiao Jing, there are only two of them; the hairless brute can’t drive.

This truck is much larger than the open-top light truck he captured, with at least twice the cargo capacity.

But in fact, the light truck’s power isn’t lacking compared to this truck, maybe even slightly stronger.

No matter what, Qu Jianlei isn’t very interested in this big truck, it’s similar to the ones used to transport garbage at the junkyard.

He shook his head discreetly, "Too many bullet holes, not much meaning."

The rider wasn’t convinced, "Which truck out in the wild doesn’t have bullet holes? If you don’t want it, you could sell it to us."

"Of course I can," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation, "How much are you offering?"

The rider was dumbfounded, "You, you... you really don’t want it?"

"There are only two of us," Qu Jianlei replied calmly, "can’t drive two vehicles, name your price."

Strictly speaking, the big truck’s value doesn’t quite match up to the open-top light truck.

Both suited for combat and transport, one’s more transport-focused, the other’s combat-focused, the pricier one is obvious.

Otherwise, big trucks wouldn’t be used as public vehicles to transport garbage.

But for this three-person group, they can’t come up with such a large sum of money temporarily.

The rider replied bluntly, "We don’t have that much money, we just lost a Laser Gun."

"No need to say more," the woman interrupted him, "If you want to make money, you have to be prepared to lose."

The rider felt more aggrieved, "If we still had the Laser Gun, the three of us could’ve taken out this Fallen team."

It’s no brag, Flower Scorpion’s marksmanship is amazing, if they had a Laser Gun in hand, taking down this Fallen team would be easy.

"It was you guys who broke your Laser Gun, what does it have to do with me?" Qu Jianlei expressed impatiently.

"I asked you already, it’s you who don’t want to buy the truck, not me unwilling to sell."

The woman was also taken aback at his words, "You’re really selling it?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" Qu Jianlei snorted, "Look at my household... can they even reach the gas pedal?"

The woman nodded slightly and then asked, "If we don’t buy it, how do you plan to handle the truck?"

Qu Jianlei replied indifferently, "Find a thrift shop and sell it, make what I can."

The woman sighed after a moment of silence, "Such a pity."

"It’s my stuff, nothing for you to pity," Qu Jianlei answered without hesitation, "Do you have a way to sell it for more?"

"No," the woman shook her head decisively, "but I know someone who repairs vehicles, after fixing it, it could fetch a higher price."

"Repairing a car?" Qu Jianlei frowned slightly, "Reliable?"

"Of course reliable," the woman replied without hesitation, "We can help repair your other vehicle too."

Qu Jianlei heard this, pondered for a moment, then asked, "Do you want those Fallen bodies?"

The Fallen bodies can be exchanged for bounties and also enhance a Hunter’s reputation.

Reputation seems intangible, but it’s not completely useless.

If a Hunter kills over a hundred Fallen, even Mr. Sai wouldn’t dare to easily attack and kill.

It’s not that he can’t kill, but once he does, he must silence all witnesses.

"Fallen are humanity’s enemies" - the Wasteland’s iron law cannot tolerate being challenged.

Like the three Hunters in front, seven Fallen bodies are enough to boost some reputation.

The woman paused for a moment, then decisively answered, "I want them, what would you want in return?"

She’s truly decisive, not even questioning Qu Jianlei, "Why don’t you want them?"

"Let’s barter," Qu Jianlei answered straightforwardly, "Food, water, fuel, ammo, Energy Blocks... anything."

"If you have a Mutated Beast Crystal, that can be traded too."

"Haha," the rider couldn’t help but laugh, "Old Black Heaven, it’s just seven Fallen, how much do you want?"

"I haven’t finished speaking yet," Qu Jianlei didn’t even glance at him but looked at the woman, "Include the big truck too."

The woman’s eyes lit up, "Trade the truck too... prioritize what you want."

Indeed smart! Qu Jianlei nodded, "Priority number one is... I want to get my vehicle repaired and integrated."

"Next would be food, water, fuel, ammo, and Energy Blocks."

The woman’s eyes rolled, "The order’s the same twice, you’re very rational, it’d be unfortunate to have you as an adversary."

"You’re quite shrewd too!" Qu Jianlei nodded and spoke flatly, "Keep it secret... no problem, right?"

"Of course," the woman nodded resolutely. She was truly a smart person who wouldn’t ask reasons.

She straightforwardly stated, "I still have some silver coins. Should I go to purchase food and water, or will you do it yourself?"

Qu Jianlei was equally direct, "From which settlement?"

"Four, Five, and Six," the woman answered crisply, "Of course, it’s mainly from Five."

This was indeed a proper, high-level Hunter, never holding coins from just one settlement. Her contacts were quite extensive.

"Just give me the ones from Five," Qu Jianlei made a decision.

He still had three silver coins from Four in his hand; there was no need to take the ones from Six, or people might guess he had been to Six.

The woman’s eyes rolled, "I can ask around for you about the Mutated Beast Crystal, but this little... isn’t enough!"

"Suit yourself," Qu Jianlei replied candidly, "Don’t push too hard."

"Alright, then it’s a deal," the woman decided on the spot, "Could you let me earn a bit?"

"That’s not a problem," Qu Jianlei stated without hesitation, "Benefit both sides, that’s what business is."

The woman thought for a moment, then expressed, "I want to say a few words to the two of them, is that okay?"

"Sure," Qu Jianlei nodded readily, trust, or suspicion, you shouldn’t employ someone you don’t trust.

Then he channeled his Inner Breath to his ears...

The woman walked over to her two companions, speaking softly, "Do this deal seriously, meet his conditions, don’t use any shenanigans."

The two companions looked at her silently, not saying a word.

But the meaning was clear: you should give us a reason, after all, he was an enemy just now.

The woman sighed lightly, "My issue, didn’t you hear it? The man can even afford Mutated Beast Crystals..."

Not only was she decisive, but her questions also carried a substantial purpose.

Anyway, the profits from Qu Jianlei’s two battles combined couldn’t even buy half a Mutated Beast Crystal.

Not to mention, he had to pay substantial costs during the battles.

Her two partners might not be particularly shrewd, but they weren’t foolish, nodding in unison upon hearing her.

The woman turned back, "Since that’s the case, Brother Black Heaven... are those three captured motorcycles for sale?"

Qu Jianlei thought for a moment, "Sell two, keep one as spare."

Previously, he couldn’t manage two motorcycles simultaneously, but now with a vehicle-mounted light truck, keeping a spare made sense.

The next step was to clear the battlefield. Half an hour later, everything was tidy, and they set off.

The rider drove the large truck, another person sitting in the front passenger seat, and the rest tossed into the truck bed.

The woman took the passenger seat in the convertible, while Qu Jianlei drove.

The hairless creature stood in the truck bed, feet on a tied-up box, just reaching the trigger of the Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun.

His small body paired with the giant Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun indeed seemed peculiar.

Anyone witnessing this scene could instantly feel the harshness of the Wasteland.

The large truck drove towards an unknown destination; Qu Jianlei didn’t ask but followed them.

After driving over fifty kilometers, he scanned the surroundings and yelled, "Stop!"

The car in front slowly came to a halt, and the rider stepped out, "Still a bit further, something’s up?"

Qu Jianlei gestured with his chin towards the back, "There are eleven corpses in my car, this is a good place for burial."

Indeed, there was a naturally formed shallow pit ahead, convenient for burial.

The corner of the rider’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch. Those eleven bodies had been in the same camp with them half a day ago.

Still, burying bodies in the Wasteland was indeed appropriate, so he asked, "What about the remains on our car?"

"No need," Qu Jianlei shook his head, "Can also serve as evidence of the Fallen’s crimes."

Digging the pit, naturally, was left to the three robust laborers.

The woman’s hands were tied behind her back, leaving her standing there watching, while the hairless creature held his laser pistol, on alert.

He had to guard against this formidable woman and be wary of anyone approaching.

For a seven- or eight-year-old child, this pressure was immense, even in the Wasteland.

Flower Scorpion didn’t see it that way, watching Black Heaven laboriously digging brought a tinge of fear to her heart.

She didn’t believe this guy, with his sharpshooting, clear mind, and incredible speed, would relax his supervision.

Counting on a child to keep an eye on her? Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t bet on it.

So this person... definitely had a backup plan.

She hadn’t planned to resist; she just hoped the subsequent deal would go through smoothly. Not only would she not lose, but she might also make a small profit.

As for the other party possibly reneging and killing all three of her side... thinking that way showed one was out of their mind.

If he wanted to take her down, there had been plenty of opportunities—there was no need for such elaborate pretense.

(During the new book period, all kinds of support are needed.)