Not long after, he came back with two men, one carrying a Gauss automatic gun and the other carrying a long knife.

There was also a short-barreled shotgun in the cockscomb head's hand, "Cripple, where are the people?"

The shop owner also knew the route of these people, so he replied nonchalantly, "Go and find out for yourself, it's from the Rock Camp."

"Rocks?" The cock-combed head grinned, "Can a small place like that be called a camp? This guy looks very timid?"

"He's a fool," the lame man waved his hand, "Go, go, I'm still busy."

"You're so busy!" Cockscomb Head's face darkened, "Don't you need to clean up?"

"Are you going to deal with me?" The lame man raised his hand, holding a laser pistol, and his face sank, "That guy's name is Silly Qu...get out of here!"

"Thank you, lame man," Cockscomb Head smiled nonchalantly, turned around and left with the others.

The cripple looked at their backs, shook his head indifferently, lowered his head and wiped the laser pistol.

Qu Jianlei also didn't expect that his tolerance would be regarded as weakness by others.

He found Morrison, who had just licked clean the packaging of a tube of nutritional supplements, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

"Okay, let's get to work, I'm going back to the camp."

"Wait for me to take a sip," Morrison said, taking out a plastic pellet the size of a pinky finger with blue liquid in it.

Qu Jianlei watched this scene expressionlessly. He knew that the capsule contained a low-quality hallucinogen that was addictive.

Cigarettes are also sold in the wasteland, but they are very expensive. Compared with cigarettes, "Blue Beauty" is not only smelly, but also more harmful to the body.

But some people like this one, and it seems Morrison does.

Qu Jianlei could feel that this guy didn't buy bandages or anything else. If he had money, he would only buy nutritional supplements, which was Blue Beauty.

However, that is someone else’s choice. What does someone else’s life have to do with him?

Morrison first bit into the capsule, took a deep sip, and finally stuffed the capsule into his mouth and chewed it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of intoxication on his face.

At the same time, the three cock-combed heads also spotted the two of them, and the man carrying a long knife let out a light sigh.

"Hey, isn't that useless Morrison?"

Morrison's fame is actually much greater than that of Silly Qu, because Qu Jianlei does not harm others, while Morrison is recognized as a scourge.

"Two ants, they match up," the man carrying a Gauss automatic gun said, "Let's wait outside the camp."
Chapter completed!