CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6: USELESS

Because Third Master had this understanding, he did not have much respect when facing the scarred woman.

The Hunters are indeed formidable, but risking lives for money is just blood on the edge of the blade.

But do you know, in the Scavenger trade, killing often doesn’t spill blood?

In the depths of the senior Scavenger’s hearts, Hunters are just a bunch of desperadoes.

Facing Third Master’s challenge, Mr. Sai surprisingly laughed. He asked with great interest, "You’re not satisfied?"

"I’m just asking," Third Master replied calmly.

He believed that after surviving a self-explosion, the other party would have to think things over.

Unfortunately, it was regrettable that the sinister young man gave some kind of signal, and the next moment, there was another gunshot.

Third Master’s head exploded with a bang, red and white splattered everywhere.

His body jerked violently, the prosthetic limb could no longer support the headless body, and it slowly fell to the ground.

"Heh," the sinister young man chuckled lightly, "Just a few scavenger folk, and they think they’re important?"

"Hunters dare to risk their lives... what about you?"

Qu Jianlei understood the implication, Scavengers also dare to risk their lives, but risking life for them is truly different.

Third Master was killed because he didn’t realize—without involving interests, Scavengers usually don’t risk their lives.

True enough, no one made any reaction.

Mr. Sai also paused for a moment, obviously waiting to see if anyone would retaliate.

Meanwhile, the Inspector next to the weapons platform was already on high alert, their finger resting on the button.

Then, Mr. Sai smiled, "Heh, so how can mere scavengers be compared with Hunters?"

Qu Jianlei drooped his eyelids, thinking that this was ’repairing the pen after the sheep are lost,’ noting the necessity of dividing factions?

But these words finally angered a guy among the Scavengers named "Iron Head."

The guy was just as his name implied, his skull had been heavily injured, his forehead replaced with an alloy skull.

He raised his head and spoke indifferently, "Kill all the Scavengers, and you’ll get the message then?"

"I’m very curious... Are you here to get things done or to screw things up?"

Mr. Sai was startled for a moment, a weird expression appeared on his sinister face, "You’re not afraid to die?"

"Who wouldn’t fear death?" Iron Head replied indifferently, "But after asking, can we survive?"

Stop spouting such blunt truths! Qu Jianlei lowered his head, but his body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

There really is a possibility of being silenced after questioning, but it’s not necessarily going to happen.

But once said like this, they might find a way to silence them just for the face. Otherwise, how embarrassing?

However, the reaction was beyond his expectations.

The next moment, there was another gunshot, and Iron Head also slowly fell to the ground.

Mr. Sai sneered, "Silencing? You think too much... is such a trivial matter worth silencing?"

Though another person was killed, this time, the survivors were not fearful, instead, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the other party doesn’t mind failing the mission, wouldn’t that mean their own side won’t face silencing?

However, Qu Jianlei was not so optimistic, he knew clearly in his heart.

Unless these people don’t chase the escaping survivors, otherwise he didn’t believe they wouldn’t silence them.

He lived practically, never caring about promises, and preferred to trust his own judgment.

The next moment, Mr. Sai’s words made his heart sink to the bottom.

This person emotionlessly stated, "Those hiding guys, stand out honestly, otherwise I don’t mind killing you!"

"The majesty of the Hong Character General Settlement is not something you tiny ants can challenge!"

However, how many of those who seize the chance to escape are foolish?

About a minute or so later, Mr. Sai saw no response, his sinister face now showing a hint of cold sharpness.

"Go find those runaway guys and kill them, the reward will be equivalent to killing a C-level Mutant Beast!"

More than twenty Inspectors responded with a shout, quickly mounted their motorcycles, and set off in four small teams.

Only four people escaped in total, and they had already checked the information.

This kind of situation could be dangerous... Qu Jianlei couldn’t help but squint his eyes.

There were still twenty-two Scavengers remaining on-site, and Mr. Sai began questioning them one by one.

Soon it was Qu Jianlei’s turn, he stated he was merely responsible for carrying garbage, and this time he was a rescue target.

He got involved in this matter purely by accident.

Mr. Sai pondered for a while, and asked expressionlessly, "So, you’re useless now?"

The words carried an implied killing intent, but Qu Jianlei replied in a deadpan manner, "I’ve never been of much use, I can’t even get enough to eat."

Mr. Sai felt slightly puzzled, glanced at him once, and then moved directly to the next target.

The interrogation time wasn’t long, over twenty people, in total, within an hour.

In fact, it’s almost impossible to see Mechas in this Mine, at most just fragments, not even slightly decent parts.

Yet someone asked if a pink Mecha had been seen, this question was a bit funny.

However, four survivors had already died, and naturally, the others answered honestly.

As expected, the inquiry yielded no results.

Mr. Sai glanced around and cleared his throat, "You really have disappointed me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces changed slightly. Is he planning to backtrack?

Of the four who tried to escape, three have already been caught and are now corpses.

At this moment, everyone hoped that the fourth one would never get caught.

Only if he survives, do the rest of us have a chance...to live.

"Afraid I’ll silence you?" Seeing the silence on the scene, Mr. Sai burst out laughing, with tears in his eyes.

What was strange was, even though he seemed happy, the sinister aura around him didn’t decrease at all.

After a while, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief and said, "Alright, I’m not joking. I keep my promises!"

"But your lack of any news does irritate me."

"How about this, after you go back, keep an eye out for any relevant info for me... Is there a problem?"

"No problem," everyone responded unanimously. The request was too normal.

So normal that... compared to the earlier slaughter, the request now felt like "raising the sword high and putting it down gently."

"However," unfortunately, Mr. Sai uttered the turning point word.

"But, even though it’s not big, you can’t go blabbing about it, and I’m not sure you’ll do your best..."

"What if you’re still holding a grudge against me for killing people? That’s not good, you might learn something and not tell me..."

"So, how likely is that?"

Everyone heard this and looked at Mr. Sai, who had a mocking expression, and their faces turned pale again.

After a moment of silence, a young Scavenger spoke up, his face relatively calm.

"Even if we say the possibility isn’t high, I’m afraid Mr. Sai wouldn’t believe us. Instead, you might as well tell us... how you want us to act."

"I have an injection," Mr. Sai stated straightforwardly. "After injecting, you’ll need to get an antidote periodically."

Once again, everyone was speechless. In the end, you still want to control us!

Mr. Sai waited for a long time, finally turning cold, "Those who get the injection will live, those who don’t... will die!"

The young Scavenger sighed slightly, "Information could also be leaked by the Hunters, would they be injected?"

Upon hearing this, the sinister young man suddenly changed his expression and kicked the speaker to the ground!

"A mere ant, daring to sow discord? The Hunters... of course, I trust them!"

Then he glanced at the Hunters not far away and murmured softly, "But registering information shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

What could the Hunters say? Register... if that’s the requirement, then register.

In fact, although most Hunters have dirty hands, they usually have clean backgrounds; otherwise, how could they take hunting missions?

As for what they do in private, no one really cares.

As long as no one sees it, killing a few people isn’t a big deal; lives on the Wasteland are cheap anyway.

But they knew the intent of the registration, naturally a warning—if the information leaks, they won’t escape either.

However, no matter how you slice it, this treatment is still better than that of the Scavengers.

The Hunters registered in one place while the Scavengers moved to another to prepare for injections.

Qu Jianlei, however, continued to squat on the ground, honestly holding his head.

Long Blade Inspector noticed him again and walked over, giving him a kick on the butt, "Still not getting in line for the injection?"

"Sir, I’m not a Scavenger," Qu Jianlei replied sullenly, not willing to take this random injection.

But in speaking, one must be tactful, "I’ve always wanted to enter the Mine, but I can’t get in."

"I don’t care if you can get in or not!" Long Blade Inspector glared, "Anyway, you work near the Mine!"

"I only handle transport outside the Mine," Qu Jianlei raised his head and answered seriously.

"This injection must be expensive, right?"

"You f***ing..." Long Blade Inspector was left speechless by him, "You’re really an idiot, why do you care about the cost?"

Qu Jianlei looked earnest, "If it’s expensive and I can’t meet expectations, I can’t afford it!"

"Who told you to pay?" Long Blade Inspector was a bit impatient by now. If someone else were pestering like this, he would have cut them down already.

But this guy is a fool, bullying a fool... he really couldn’t stand the shame.

However, Qu Jianlei still had to argue—he didn’t want the injection, that’s why he had to argue.

"That injection belongs to Mr. Sai, Sir. Should I ask him?"

He had grasped part of Mr. Sai’s nature: arrogant, conceited, a sharp mind, adaptable...

The key was that Mr. Sai doesn’t like when others take matters into their own hands.

During their communication, Mr. Sai was also paying attention to the scene, with a one-eyed small leader narrating quietly.

Upon learning that this guy was a fool, Mr. Sai lost much interest.

It was just that "Sha Qu’s" words were always honest, with no hint of sowing discord, so he silently listened.

Then, a flash of different light in his eyes, "A Mine transporter... could serve as a pawn."

This is akin to a taxi driver on Blue Star, usually possessing more varied information.

Qu Jianlei hadn’t expected that his argument would instead stir the idea of using him in the other’s mind.

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