Ambush and Robbery

Qu Jianlei had no idea that someone was waiting for him outside the camp.

However, he had always lacked a sense of security. Now that someone had discovered his guns today, he naturally became doubly cautious.

It was dark now, and the binoculars he had seized were unusable. He propped up some clothes with several Metal Rods, making a dummy and placing it on the Tricycle.

As for himself, he lay flat on the Tricycle, hiding behind several pieces of junk.

Morrison did not complain either. He had bought a Blue Beauty today and felt full of strength.

The three men lying in ambush murmured softly, "Why is Morrison pulling the cart?"

Long Saber Man guessed, "I heard Morrison is a coward. Did Silly Qu's weapons scare him?"

"Could be." Gauss Gun Man nodded. "Looks like no one is following behind them... I think we can make our move."

"Wait, Second Brother," Mohawk Head spoke up. "Don't you want to know where Silly Qu got those guns?"

"What's there to know?" Gauss Gun Man answered dismissively.

He had seen too much fighting and killing. "Just pick up the leftovers from a firefight."

"I've heard of Silly Qu," Mohawk Head answered seriously. "He doesn't have the guts to go to the scene of a firefight."

"Then..." Gauss Gun Man's eyes lit up. "He may have found Ruins from before Doomsday?"

"Not necessarily Ruins." Mohawk Head quickly shook his head. He knew Second Brother had a bad temper, so how could he dare spout nonsense?

He merely said cautiously, "It's more likely a firefight where both sides suffered."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Gauss Gun Man was a little annoyed.

But after pausing, he still caught on. "You mean there might be a large number of weapons at the scene?"

"I think that's possible." Mohawk Head could not help egging him on. "Second Brother, how about... keeping someone alive?"

"It's Dark and Gloomy. If we don't get closer, we might not even hit them," Long Saber Man said irritably. "And you still want to keep someone alive?"

"We just need to block them," Mohawk Head suggested confidently. "Silly Qu definitely won't dare shoot."

"There's never any such thing as definitely!" Second Brother, carrying the Gauss Gun, spoke up. "Watch me."

He was very experienced in handling such matters. "Quick Saber, go block them from the front. Remember to keep your distance."

Long Saber Man jogged around to the front. Three or four hundred meters from the Tricycle, he shouted, "Stop!"

Immediately afterward, a series of gunshots rang out from behind the Tricycle. "Tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk..."

Only after two three-round bursts did Second Brother shout, "Stop! Raise your hands, or there will be no mercy!"

He was less than four hundred meters from the Tricycle, but it was dark and visibility was poor. He was not sure whether he could hit them.

In any case, he would fire first to establish his dominance, then trap them from both directions. He refused to believe they would dare make any reckless moves.

As for possibly shooting them dead... dead was dead. At worst, he would just take their weapons.

News about the source of those weapons was not important to him. It would be nice to have, but it did not matter if he did not.

No matter what, ensuring one's own safety came first. Every Survivor in the Wasteland understood that.

The instant the gunshots rang out, Morrison let go of the Tricycle and dropped to the ground, shouting, "Spare me! I surrender!"

The aftereffects of the Blue Beauty had not even faded, yet he could surrender so decisively. It seemed the desire to survive was carved deep into his bones.

"You're Morrison. I know that," a shrill voice came from the darkness. It was Mohawk Head. "What about you, Silly Qu?"

A pained groan came from the Tricycle. "You can just say what you want. Why hurt people?"

"Ha." Mohawk Head chuckled. "If we said it directly and you refused, what then? Maybe you'd even dare resist!"

Qu Jianlei groaned painfully twice more before answering resentfully.

"You fired right away because you were afraid I'd resist? What if you shot me dead?"

"If you die, you die," Second Brother's voice came from the darkness. "Who doesn't die out in the wild?"

Qu Jianlei pondered for a moment before asking, "If I leave behind a gun and a knife, can I go?"

The other side did not care whether he lived or died and had attacked immediately. Their goal was obvious: they had their eyes on the belongings he carried.

"You want to leave?" The shrill voice laughed. "Heh, you still need to cooperate and answer some questions!"

Qu Jianlei hesitated before asking, "After I answer the questions, can I leave?"

The shrill voice laughed again, drawing closer and closer. "That depends on whether you can satisfy us."

Qu Jianlei ignored him and lowered his voice as he spoke to Morrison. "Punch your wound once!"

Punch his wound? Morrison froze at first, then realized what he meant and asked in a delighted whisper, "You're not hurt?"

But then he came to his senses again. "It took so much effort for it to scab over. Why should I punch it?"

Qu Jianlei asked quietly, "Do you want to gamble that they might not silence us?"

Silence them... Morrison fell silent. Of course he understood.

Still, he was somewhat unwilling. He immediately tried to take advantage of the situation. "I want a Gauss Automatic Rifle!"

"Then be on your way," Qu Jianlei said, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes as he pulled out the Laser Gun from his clothes.

He was not bloodthirsty by nature, but there were killers everywhere in the Wasteland!

With a soft muffled pfft, Morrison's voice rang out at the same time. "I punched it!"

Just then, Mohawk Head strode over with a shotgun in hand. "Silly Qu, get the hell off the cart!"

Nights in the Wasteland were not absolutely dark. There was some faint light from who knew where.

At a distance of fifty or sixty meters, one could basically still make out human figures.

Qu Jianlei sighed softly. "I'm injured. I can only sit on the Tricycle."

"You want to die?" Mohawk Head grew angry. "Do you know what kind of gun I'm holding? A shotgun!"

Shotguns were not mainstream weapons in the Wasteland. Their status was somewhat like bows and crossbows on Blue Star.

Bows and crossbows excelled at being silent, while shotguns excelled at wide-area impact. Their range, however, was terribly lacking.

Qu Jianlei answered calmly, "I need treatment right now."

Since the other side still wanted to ask questions, they presumably would not shoot so easily.

Morrison, lying on the ground, could not help baring his teeth at that. I'm the one who needs treatment! "Treatment... what are you still dreaming about?" Mohawk Head swaggered closer, his shotgun still aimed at Qu Jianlei.

"Silly Qu, I know you. You've had quite the haul lately."

So that was it! Qu Jianlei was not surprised at all.

However, when he saw the outline of the approaching man clearly, he could not help being stunned. "It's you?"

He was indeed uninjured, but he still did not dare retaliate. The main reason was... he did not know how many people the other side had.

Although he was being attacked from both front and back, Qu Jianlei still had a feeling that the other side probably did not have many people.

Two guns and three knives... How strong could a team be if they took such a meager amount seriously?

But he did not want to gamble. If he guessed wrong, he would be in trouble. Even if he guessed right, he might not be able to keep them all.

Only when he saw Mohawk Head's highly distinctive hairstyle did he realize who they were.

He had seen him once outside the general store. The second time, there had been two men beside him, one carrying a knife and the other a gun.

The three men had hidden rather well back then, but Qu Jianlei had also been on high alert at the time.

He merely appeared relaxed while remaining tense inside, so others could not tell.

How powerful could the observation skills of someone with high intelligence become while on high alert? Ordinary people simply could not imagine it.

Qu Jianlei had already memorized those three, merely burying them deep in his memory. Now, they instantly surfaced!

"They noticed me outside the general store and brought along two helpers."

That meant there were only three of them and two guns, one of which was right in front of him. This fight... was winnable! Then he suddenly cried out, "No, don't ask me! I absolutely won't tell you... ah!"

Huh? Mohawk Head was stunned. I haven't done anything. What the hell are you yelling for?

When he realized something might have gone wrong and was about to pull the trigger, a streak of Blue Light flashed before his eyes.

A large hole appeared in his forehead, and his body crumpled limply to the ground, his eyes still wide open.

Until his death, Mohawk Head could not understand how the other side still had a Laser Gun.

What he had not expected was that Qu Jianlei had not only hidden a Laser Pistol, but could also imitate other people's voices.

The next moment, the shrill voice rang out again. "You don't know what's good for you, then die..."

Immediately afterward, there was a flash of fire, followed by the blast of a shotgun. Boom!

Then the shrill voice rang out again. "Ha, we struck it rich! There are even Energy Blocks!"

"Energy Blocks?" Second Brother and Quick Saber were delighted as well. "Mohawk... how many?"

"Five... five and a half?" The shrill voice hesitated. "Eh, what kind of metal is this?"

"Don't touch anything," Quick Saber spoke from the front. "Let Second Brother take a look... Where's Morrison?"

"Spare me!" Morrison's voice rang out. Its slick tone was obviously not Silly Qu's. "I'm willing to cooperate!"

The next moment, rapid footsteps sounded from behind the Tricycle. Clearly, Second Brother was a little excited too.

Only when he reached fifty or sixty meters from the Tricycle did he slow down. "Mohawk, why didn't you keep someone alive?"

Mohawk Head's shrill voice sounded. "Second Brother, he tried to ambush me. That shout was meant to cover up my scream."

Second Brother had abundant Jianghu experience. The moment he heard that, he understood Silly Qu's trick.

Then he nodded slightly. "This fool has some tricks. He's not completely stupid, but..."

Just then, his nod suddenly stalled.

However, it was already too late. Almost at the same instant, a string of gunshots rang out—the sound of a Gauss Automatic Rifle.

Second Brother's reaction could not be called slow, but the distance was simply too close, only fifty meters.

He crashed to the ground, muttering, "You... you're not Mohawk!"

Qu Jianlei did not speak. After adding another burst, he turned and raised his gun, spraying bullets at Quick Saber.

Quick Saber had already realized something was wrong, but he was also too close to the Tricycle. It was difficult even to run.

After seeing him fall, Qu Jianlei added two more bursts before sighing softly. "My voice imitation ability is actually rather mediocre."

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