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Chapter 27: Rapidly Improving Strength
There were two main factors that supported Qū Jiǎnlěi's decision to counterattack.
The first was, of course, the desire for inner peace. But the second factor was more important: poverty!
He could afford his current equipment and continue his cultivation not by posing as Mr. Sai.
Ultimately, he had fought several battles, and looting the dead was the secret to getting rich!
So, this battle was necessary. It wasn't just about achieving inner peace but, more crucially, earning money for cultivation.
With this thought, he accelerated again, heading towards where he had hidden the motorcycle, stopping only when he was about a hundred meters away.
He had placed the motorcycle and supplies in a shallow pit, covered with a soil-colored tattered cloth.
People passing by usually wouldn't notice it if they didn't look carefully.
Then he turned and raised his binoculars to look into the distance behind him.
How many people were there? He muttered softly, "When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
It was true, he was observing them, and they were also observing him.
The wasteland air wasn't good, and visibility was poor, but visibility wasn't constant.
As it was now, he could vaguely see two motorcycles speeding towards him from about two kilometers away.
Brother Dong, riding on the back of one of the motorcycles, held his binoculars and spotted him.
"It's just ahead. This kid isn't slow... Huh? He spotted us?"
Qū Jiǎnlěi noted their position and then hid behind a rock, kneeling and raising his rifle.
Theoretically, if the binoculars could see them, the naked eye could too.
But at two kilometers, the figures appeared as tiny black dots, making aiming difficult.
What was hateful was that most Gauss Automatic Rifles in the wasteland had no scopes.
Given the range and power of the Gauss Gun, the absence of a scope was unreasonable.
Qū Jiǎnlěi could only assume that the post-apocalyptic environment was too harsh for scopes to be necessary.
After all, besides range and power, firearms also prioritized convenience.
But aiming and firing were difficult for him, and it wasn't a matter of marksmanship.
He used to be bad at shooting, but after getting his hands on a Gauss Gun, he got good after a few practice sessions.
Without bragging, Qū Jiǎnlěi believed he was a quick learner when it came to marksmanship.
It was only on Blue Star that he wasn't interested and found it difficult to access firearms, so he hadn't bothered.
With so many things to ponder, if he wanted to handle a gun, he'd have to interact with people, so why bother?
He felt his aim was good, but he couldn't see clearly... What could he do?
The next moment, he channeled his internal energy to his eyes... Damn, it actually worked.
The target figures didn't appear larger, but their clarity increased dramatically, like instantly boosting the pixel count.
So, what he saw just now was... cavalry?
However, his eyes immediately went black, followed by a throbbing pain spreading from his eyeballs.
Trouble! He had exerted too much force... Qū Jiǎnlěi quickly reined it in.
He felt lucky that his first attempt to channel internal energy was in his leg; otherwise, his eyeballs... might have been lost!
He definitely needed to conduct more tests in the future; otherwise, resorting to last-minute measures could lead to accidents.
To conduct tests, economic foundation was a crucial limiting factor, so this time... he absolutely had to earn more.
By the time his vision recovered, the other party had advanced another four hundred meters. He quickly focused and aimed.
Brother Dong, through his binoculars, saw Qū Jiǎnlěi's actions clearly and couldn't help but sneer.
"Still trying to resist? Think you're the Shadowless Sniper?"
The Shadowless Sniper was the most famous sniper in this region, with his farthest successful kill being at a range of ten kilometers.
However, that person used a Laser sniper rifle with a scope, something a Gauss Automatic Rifle couldn't match.
But Brother Dong was not lacking in caution. "Sway the vehicle a bit."
Aiming was difficult enough at long range; any slight change in the motorcycle's movement would make it hard for the opponent to hit.
Then he added, "Advance another three hundred meters. If the opponent dares to open fire, suppress them with firepower!"
Hua Bi was holding a single-person Gauss machine gun. One thousand five hundred meters was enough for suppressive fire.
But he hesitated and said, "Brother Dong, suppressive fire from a motorcycle... uses too much ammunition."
A moving motorcycle was not a stable platform for firing.
And the Gauss machine gun, while powerful, consumed a lot of ammunition. He was worried about losing money on this fight.
Brother Dong snorted, "He has to dare to open fire on us first."
In the wasteland, numbers were a significant advantage. Two motorcycles with four people—would a lone individual dare to act?
The wasteland wasn't short of ruthless people, but picking a fight with four people for no reason was basically impossible.
Consider your own situation versus ours—you don't even have a motorcycle!
Of course, his thinking was based on a belief: the opponent's marksmanship couldn't possibly hit a moving target over a kilometer away!
Being able to hit a target a kilometer away was already impressive, let alone a target that was not only moving but also weaving.
He believed the opponent's most likely action was to feign aiming and then fire a warning shot.
However, to Qū Jiǎnlěi's regret, he had no intention of firing a warning shot.
He had already decided to kill, so why warn?
As for a potential misunderstanding... they just happened to choose the same path? Sorry, Qū Jiǎnlěi never believed in misunderstandings.
People in the wasteland were ruthless by nature, and he was stubborn.
When fleeing, he could completely disregard face and reasons, so when attacking, he wouldn't adhere to any rules.
This wasteland is so vast; you've been following me for so long, and you claim to have no ill intentions?
My apologies, I won't even give you a chance to explain, nor will I consider "coincidence" factors.
Qū Jiǎnlěi held his breath. Three seconds later, he decisively pulled the trigger.
He had a good grasp of the lead, and the zigzagging movement wasn't entirely without pattern.
After the shot, the motorcycle carrying Hua Bi directly crashed to the ground.
Hua Bi, holding the Gauss machine gun, was thrown from the vehicle, tumbling several times. "Damn... what the hell!"
The rider's chest had a large bloody hole. He was clearly not going to survive.
Brother Dong was horrified. This single shot overturned all his plans.
First, the opponent was a sharpshooter, hitting a moving target over a kilometer away with a Gauss Gun that had no scope.
Second, the opponent was ruthless, killing without hesitation.
It was clear that this was an old hand who had spilled blood on the battlefield, definitely a ferocious opponent no one wanted to encounter.
His rider, also a seasoned adventurer, slowed down upon seeing this, making several wide turns to avoid being hit.
The next moment, another shot rang out. Hua Bi, still disoriented from the fall, had just gotten up when a large bloody hole appeared in his chest.
The Gauss machine gun in his hand hadn't even been raised yet.
Qū Jiǎnlěi understood clearly: of the four people, this one had the strongest weapon.
So, his first shot took out Hua Bi's rider, and the second shot took out Hua Bi.
As for the other motorcycle, he felt the danger was much smaller and wasn't in a hurry to deal with it.
But Brother Dong's rider panicked, "Should we run?"
Brother Dong was furious, "Of course, run! Are we waiting to die?"
The rider turned the motorcycle around and made a sharp U-turn, speeding away.
However, at that moment, another shot rang out. Brother Dong, riding pillion, unfortunately became the target.
Because the rider's maneuver was too drastic, Qū Jiǎnlěi's shot was not ideal, hitting Brother Dong's left shoulder.
But the kinetic energy of the Gauss Gun was no joke.
One bullet passed through, Brother Dong's body shuddered slightly, and the area below his left shoulder instantly vanished.
This wasn't the end. The bullet passed through Brother Dong's shoulder, taking away a large chunk of flesh from the rider's left shoulder.
The rider was highly tense and didn't even realize a large piece of flesh was missing.
"Brother Dong, hold on tight. It's time to show off my true riding skills..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a muffled sound. Brother Dong's left side was gone, and he was flung directly from the vehicle.
"What the..." The rider was stunned. "Brother Dong?"
He was contemplating running; it was clear they couldn't win, they had run into a tough opponent.
If his boss wasn't Brother Dong, he would have fled immediately. The rule of the wasteland was survival of the fittest!
But this was Brother Dong; even if he escaped, his future life wouldn't be easy.
Brother Dong, dizzy from the fall, still knew what he had to do. "You go, he's the main target!"
He had already concluded that this was the person the Hong Zi General Settlement was looking for—otherwise, they wouldn't have such strength!
He instinctively believed he had no chance of survival, so he wanted to pass on the message.
If you dare to kill me, then I won't let you off easily either!
At this moment, he was purely in a state of recklessness, ready to give up.
"Brother Dong, take care!" the rider shouted tearfully.
Then he turned the handlebars and prepared to leave. "I'll pass on the message... Huh? My left hand feels weak?"
The next moment, he crashed heavily to the ground, vehicle and all.
There were Survivors who could ride motorcycles one-handed, but clearly not him, especially not so suddenly.
The motorcycle flipped twice, and he tumbled seven or eight times continuously.
The physical fitness of Survivors was truly impressive; his left hand was disabled, yet he could still reach for his gun with his right hand.
Another shot rang out, and the bullet severed his right arm.
Qū Jiǎnlěi stood up, holding his gun, and slowly walked over.
As he approached five hundred meters, he aimed at Brother Dong's right arm again.
"I surrender!" Brother Dong voluntarily raised his right hand, indicating he had no weapon.
Enduring the dizziness from blood loss, he shouted, "This is a misunderstanding, I'm willing to compensate!"
He didn't believe himself, but he had to say it, otherwise there would be no chance.
To his surprise, the opponent actually raised the muzzle of his gun and walked over unhurriedly.
Qū Jiǎnlěi's footsteps were light and somewhat erratic, clearly indicating he was still cautious.
Upon reaching him, he raised his gun again, aiming at the man's head, and asked expressionlessly.
"Why were you chasing me?"
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Chapter 28: Hearing of the Incident
Brother Dong wasn't afraid of death. He had built a formidable reputation back then because he dared to fight.
But facing the dark muzzle of the gun, he finally sadly realized he was old.
He was highly sensitive to the aura and knew the opponent would absolutely shoot without hesitation.
So, he quickly replied, "Someone said you were asking about Old Cripple."
It was him... Qū Jiǎnlěi wasn't surprised by this answer; this was the wasteland.
The concessions he made to that person were negligible.
He followed up with, "Can't you ask Old Cripple directly?"
Brother Dong replied quickly, "Old Cripple's death involved important figures... I'm feeling dizzy, can I bandage myself first?"
Qū Jiǎnlěi expressionlessly nodded, then put away his Gauss Gun and drew his short dagger.
At such close range, the high-frequency oscillating dagger was faster than the Gauss Gun.
Brother Dong was indeed losing a lot of blood, but his question also had ulterior motives: Was there any chance he could survive?
For Survivors wandering in the wilderness, a first-aid kit was also extremely precious.
Seeing the opponent agree, Brother Dong took a bag of medical powder from his waist and sprinkled it on his shoulder.
Then he took out a roll of bandages, held it with his teeth, and wrapped it around his body a few times with one hand, bandaging his left shoulder wound.
Next, he tied a knot with one hand, his movements quite skilled.
Then, he glanced at Qū Jiǎnlěi and asked softly, "Can I have some water first?"
Qū Jiǎnlěi remained motionless, his gaze indifferently fixed on his neck.
Brother Dong sighed and slowly said, "I have a batch of supplies at the settlement."
Qū Jiǎnlěi calmly stated, "Answer my question first... I won't say it a second time."
Brother Dong pursed his lips and began, "Old Cripple was killed by people from the General Settlement."
"The incident started when the General Settlement killed a group of scavengers in the junkyard. It seems some of them had a connection with Old Cripple..."
Qū Jiǎnlěi was speechless. Those people around Mr. Sai really didn't treat Survivors like people.
But he was puzzled: Did Mr. Sai kill them just to find information about him?
That couldn't be right. Who could be sure that he, without the antidote, would survive?
Was it worth making such a big fuss for someone who was dying or already dead?
He was silent for a long time before speaking again, "What was the reason for them killing the scavengers?"
Brother Dong gave a wry smile and shook his head. "How could I possibly know about such things?"
Qū Jiǎnlěi said menacingly, "I permit you to rephrase your answer."
How could he know nothing at all? Many people had seen Tu Zuofu killing scavengers at the Hong Si Settlement!
As expected, Brother Dong hesitated and then replied, "It seems the General Settlement asked the scavengers to help find something..."
He knew quite a lot, including that the scavengers had been poisoned and that they regularly collected antidotes.
The night before collecting the third batch of antidotes, Collins directly took drastic action and ambushed five scavengers.
His reason for giving Tu Zuofu was: these five scavengers were not diligent in gathering information, so we dealt with them internally.
He hadn't expected Silly Qu to not appear, so Tu Zuofu only needed to provide fourteen doses of antidote.
Tu Zuofu was somewhat surprised by this outcome: You kill your own people when being ruthless?
He didn't react to this matter. Regardless, the justification given was "cleaning up lazy scavengers."
So, he directly distributed fourteen doses of antidote, informing them that there would only be twelve doses next time.
However, a day later, someone from the General Settlement arrived. Upon hearing this news, they immediately led people to the junkyard.
Reportedly, the leader was very displeased: How to clear out scavengers is not for you to decide internally.
Roughly because of this reason, they killed four to five hundred scavengers.
However, it was said that one of the fourteen involved individuals was absent due to other matters and miraculously escaped.
As for who had miraculously escaped, Brother Dong claimed he didn't know.
"I only know that Collins is dead... If he can kill, he must be prepared to be killed himself."
At this point, a faint trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Scheming among Survivors was normal, and killing to avert disaster was normal, but being killed right after averting disaster was comical.
It's unlikely it was a "miraculous" escape! Qū Jiǎnlěi asked, "What is the thing the 'important figure' was looking for?"
"I wouldn't dare to inquire about that," Brother Dong said expressionlessly, shaking his head. "It gets people killed."
"You're going to die anyway!" Qū Jiǎnlěi's body flickered, and his short dagger slit the carotid artery on the man's neck.
"You..." Brother Dong looked at him in astonishment, trying to cover his neck, but his whole body felt weak.
He had lost too much blood.
Originally sitting, he slumped to the ground limply, still managing to ask, "You let me bandage myself, why are you killing me?"
Qū Jiǎnlěi ignored him: Allowing you to bandage yourself and letting you live are two different things?
He then killed the last rider and began to cover his tracks.
He tied the two motorcycles to the rear wheels of his own motorcycle, with the front wheel raised.
He didn't leave the bodies behind either. He took them with him on the motorcycle and buried them fifty kilometers away.
This time, the harvest was substantial. Besides Nutrient Solutions, there was everything else.
Let alone the two motorcycles, there was also a Gauss machine gun, a Laser Assault Rifle, a Gauss Automatic Rifle, and two Laser Pistols.
Other notable items included a considerable amount of ammunition and even an energy block.
There were also eight silver yuan, directly solving Qū Jiǎnlěi's urgent need for money.
He had struck it rich this time, driving non-stop without a destination, just going wherever the road took him.
He traveled by day and rested and meditated at night. His supply of Nutrient Solutions rapidly decreased.
He traveled for a full seven days, and just as his three fuel tanks were about to run dry, he found a Survivor camp.
This camp was not small; at least it was much larger than his Jumbled Rocks Camp.
He rode his motorcycle into the camp, towing two others, which was incredibly conspicuous.
Some people were unhappy, but upon seeing the Gauss machine gun mounted on the motorcycle and the Laser Assault Rifle on his body, they decisively chose not to provoke him.
Someone daring to enter a camp alone with three motorcycles was definitely not to be trifled with.
And these motorcycles were likely acquired through murder and looting.
Qū Jiǎnlěi found a general store and exchanged a Gauss Automatic Rifle and a long knife for food and water, and also added some fuel.
He didn't use silver yuan because, in this place, silver yuan were less useful than bartering, and they could also arouse suspicion.
The general store owner also realized that this person was not someone to be easily provoked, and the trade price offered was surprisingly fair.
After the transaction, Qū Jiǎnlěi asked, "Do you buy motorcycles...?"
The general store would certainly buy motorcycles, but large items like these would cause resource strain if paid for with Nutrient Solutions.
"Then exchange them for meat and grain," Qū Jiǎnlěi didn't want to eat Nutrient Solutions all the time.
The general store said they didn't have much meat or grain themselves and would need two days to restock.
There was no way around it; small places were like this. In wilderness camps, who could afford meat and grain?
Qū Jiǎnlěi wasn't surprised. He would use this opportunity to repair his motorcycle.
The two captured motorcycles had fallen while in motion. Although sturdy, they had some minor faults.
Qū Jiǎnlěi also wanted to modify his own motorcycle to make it more comfortable to use.
There was a private repair shop in the camp that also did other services, but the owner said he didn't repair motorcycles.
Qū Jiǎnlěi's reply was: I don't need you to help me fix it, just lend me the tools.