Making Money This Way Is Still Faster

There was pitifully little else to be gained from the Fallen. Not much ammunition, and not much fuel either.

There was some water, but no ordinary person would dare gamble on water drunk by the Fallen.

Many Fallen began mutating after drinking contaminated water.

The rest was weaponry: one intact Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun, two Gauss Rifles, and a shotgun.

There were three Vibrating Blades. That was all the Fallen's equipment.

The rider inspected the truck and made an unexpected discovery. "Huh, this thing can still run... It just has a few too many bullet holes."

Then he looked at Qu Jianlei. "Leaving this vehicle with you would be fair no matter how you look at it."

What the hell would I need this truck for? Qu Jianlei found it both funny and exasperating.

Even counting Xiao Jing, that little brat, there were only two of them. The Hairless Freak couldn't drive either.

This truck was considerably bigger than the Open-Top Light Truck he had seized, with at least twice the cargo capacity.

But in truth, the light truck's power was no worse than this truck's. It was even a little stronger.

Qu Jianlei had no interest in the big truck anyway. The public vehicles that hauled garbage from the Garbage Dump were similar in type.

He shook his head without changing expression. "Too many bullet holes. It's not worth much."

The rider was somewhat dismissive. "What truck out in the wild doesn't have bullet holes? If you don't want it, you can sell it to us."

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

The rider was instantly dumbfounded. "Y-you... you really don't want it?"

"There are only two of us," Qu Jianlei replied calmly. "We can't drive two vehicles. Name your price."

Strictly speaking, a large truck really was worth less than that Open-Top Light Truck.

Both could fight and transport cargo, but one leaned toward hauling while the other leaned toward combat. There was no need to say which was more expensive.

Otherwise, large trucks would not have been used as public vehicles to transport garbage.

But this three-person group could not come up with that much money on short notice.

The rider answered bluntly, "We don't have that much money. We also lost a Laser Gun just now."

"Don't say that," the woman stopped him. "If you want to make money, you have to be prepared to lose."

The rider looked even more aggrieved. "If we still had the Laser Gun, the three of us could have taken out that Fallen team."

He was not bragging. Hua Xiezhi's marksmanship was astonishing. If she had held a Laser Gun, dealing with that small Fallen group would have been easy.

"You broke the Laser Gun yourselves. What does that have to do with me?" Qu Jianlei said impatiently.

"I asked you before. You were the ones who chose not to buy this vehicle, not me refusing to sell it."

The woman was stunned as well. "You're really selling it?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Qu Jianlei snorted. "Look at the one in my family... Can he even reach the pedals?"

The woman nodded slightly, then asked, "If we don't buy it, what do you plan to do with the truck?"

Qu Jianlei answered indifferently, "Find some general store and sell it. Anything I can make is better than nothing."

The woman fell silent for a moment and sighed. "What a waste."

"My things are not for you to regret over," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation. "Do you have a way to sell it for more?"

"No." The woman shook her head decisively. "But I know a mechanic. If it gets repaired, it can sell for more."

"A mechanic?" Qu Jianlei frowned. "Reliable?"

"Of course he's reliable," the woman answered without hesitation. "He can also help repair your vehicle."

Qu Jianlei pondered for a moment after hearing that, then asked, "Do you want the Fallen corpses?"

Fallen corpses could be exchanged for bounties, and they could also increase a Hunter's reputation.

Reputation was something rather intangible, but it was not completely useless.

If a Hunter had killed more than a hundred Fallen, even Mr. Sai would not dare casually kill him.

It was not that he could not kill such a person. But once he did, he would have to silence every witness.

"The Fallen are humanity's public enemy"—how could the Wasteland Iron Law tolerate such a challenge?

For a small Hunter team like these three, seven Fallen corpses were enough to earn them a wave of prestige.

The woman froze for a moment, then answered decisively, "I want them. What do we have to give?"

She really was decisive. She did not waste time asking nonsense like why Qu Jianlei did not want them.

"Barter," Qu Jianlei answered crisply. "Food and water, fuel, ammunition, Energy Blocks... anything is fine."

"If you have Mutated Beast Crystals, those can be traded too."

"Ha!" The rider could not help laughing. "Brother Black Sky, there are only seven Fallen. How much do you think you can get?"

"I'm not done yet." Qu Jianlei did not even look at him, instead looking at the woman. "The truck is included too."

The woman's eyes lit up. "The truck is part of the trade too... Give me an order of priority for what you want."

She really knew how to handle things. Qu Jianlei nodded. "First priority is... I want my vehicle thoroughly serviced and repaired."

"After that come food and water, fuel, ammunition, and Energy Blocks."

The woman's eyes shifted. "The order is the same both times. You're rational. Anyone who makes an enemy of you will be unlucky."

You're sharp too. Qu Jianlei nodded and said flatly, "Keep this confidential... no problem?"

"Of course." The woman nodded briskly. She was truly smart and would not ask why.

She stated directly, "I also have some Silver Coins. Should I buy the food and water, or will you do it yourself?"

Qu Jianlei was equally direct. "Which Settlement are they from?"

"I have ones from Four Five Six," the woman answered readily. "Though most are from Hong Five."

That was what a truly capable Hunter was like. She did not hold Silver Coins from just one place; her network was naturally quite broad.

"Give me the Hong Five ones," Qu Jianlei decided.

He still had three Hong Four Silver Coins, and there was no need to take Hong Six coins. Otherwise, people might guess that he had been to Hong Six.

The woman's eyes shifted. "I can ask around about Mutated Beast Crystals, but this much stuff... isn't enough!"

"Up to you," Qu Jianlei answered readily. "Don't force it too much."

"Fine, then it's a deal." The woman made the decision on the spot. "Can you at least leave me some profit?"

"That's no problem," Qu Jianlei stated without hesitation. "Business means both sides benefit."

The woman thought for a moment, then added, "I want to say a few words to those two. Is that alright?"

"Sure." Qu Jianlei nodded briskly. If you employed someone, you should not doubt them.

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

The woman walked over to her two companions and spoke in a low voice. "Take this deal seriously. Meet his conditions, and don't try any tricks outside the deal."

The two companions looked at her silently without speaking.

But their meaning was already clear: at least give us a reason. They had been enemies just moments ago.

The woman sighed softly. "Didn't you hear my question? He can afford even Mutated Beast Crystals..."

Not only was she decisive, but her questions had been highly purposeful as well.

After all, the gains from Qu Jianlei's two battles combined were not enough to buy even half a Mutated Beast Crystal.

Not to mention the considerable costs he had incurred during those battles.

Her two companions might not have been particularly clever, but they were far from stupid. Hearing that, both nodded.

The woman turned and walked back. "In that case, Brother Black Sky... are the three motorcycles you seized for sale?"

Qu Jianlei considered it briefly. "I'll sell two. I'll keep one as a backup."

Previously, he had lacked the ability to manage two motorcycles at once. But now that he had an Open-Top Light Truck, keeping one as a spare was perfectly normal.

Next, everyone cleaned up the battlefield. Half an hour later, they were finished and drove away.

The rider drove the large truck, while the other man sat in the passenger seat. Everything else had been tossed into the truck bed.

The woman sat in the passenger seat of the open-top truck while Qu Jianlei drove.

The Hairless Freak stood in the truck bed, his feet planted on a tied-down crate that put him just within reach of the Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun's trigger.

His tiny body paired with the massive Vehicle-Mounted Machine Gun looked truly bizarre.

Anyone who saw that sight would instantly feel the cruelty of the Wasteland.

The large truck headed in an unknown direction. Qu Jianlei did not ask questions and simply followed behind it.

After traveling more than fifty kilometers, he looked around and shouted, "Stop!"

The vehicle ahead slowly came to a halt. The rider got out. "There's still some distance left. What is it?"

Qu Jianlei jerked his chin behind him. "There are still eleven corpses in my vehicle. This is a good place to bury them."

There was indeed a naturally formed shallow pit off to the side, making it convenient for burial.

The rider's mouth twitched. Those eleven corpses had been in the same camp as them just half a day ago.

But burying corpses in the Wasteland was indeed the proper thing to do, so he only asked, "What about the remains in our vehicle?"

"No need," Qu Jianlei shook his head. "They can serve as evidence of the Fallen's crimes."

Naturally, digging the pit fell to the three able-bodied men.

The woman's hands were tied behind her back, so she could only stand there and watch. Meanwhile, the Hairless Freak held a Laser Pistol in both hands and kept vigilant guard.

He was not only guarding against this powerful woman, but also watching for anyone approaching from the surroundings.

For a child of seven or eight, that pressure was truly a bit much, even in the Wasteland.

But Hua Xiezhi did not see it that way. Watching Black Sky dig so laboriously, she instead began to feel a trace of fear.

She did not believe that a man with astonishingly accurate marksmanship, a clear mind, and incredible running speed would relax his guard around her.

Relying on a child to keep watch over her? Anyone with a functioning brain would not place their bets on that.

So this man... definitely had another move prepared.

She had no intention of resisting. She only hoped the coming transaction would go through. Then this trip would not only result in no losses, but even bring a slight profit.

As for the possibility that the other side might go back on their word and kill the three of them... anyone thinking that had water in their brain.

The other side had far too many opportunities to deal with them. There was no need to play so many empty games!