Chapter 121 True Memory (first update: He Mengzhu Luyao)
True Memory Injection, which is really famous, is produced in Central City and is specially used to extort confessions.
However, medicine does not guarantee that the confession is 100% true.
When meeting well-trained people, it is difficult to say whether it can reach 50%, but the probability is not low.
The effect of the drug is powerful, but so are the side effects. People who have been injected with the drug have a certain probability of becoming idiots.
Even if he doesn't turn into a complete idiot, his sanity will definitely be affected.
But this man was really brave. He shouted loudly that he was innocent and said he would sue them for harming residents without any reason.
"You think one injection is not enough, don't you?" Bentley took out five more identical injections and spoke expressionlessly.
"The B-level ultimate warrior can withstand up to five injections. Let me see if you can withstand the sixth injection."
The man knelt down instantly, "Sir Terry... I'm from the garrison!"
Real memory injections are truly valuable but not available in Tianzi District, and are also one of the most sought-after goods on the black market.
It would be difficult for ordinary people to get even one shot, but the other party actually took out six shots, specifically to deal with a little guy like him!
It’s so strange that this is so different!
He really wanted to cry. These six injections are enough to buy two or three of my lives. If you have money, you can't waste it like this!
"People from Starr?" Bentley's brows moved, "He actually joined forces with Tiangong...are you embarrassed?"
"No, the captain kicked Tiangong out of several projects," this person quickly replied, "He really wants to cooperate with you..."
In his words, Starr was so determined to get rid of the influence of his predecessor that he encountered strong pressure from Tiangong.
Tiangong targeted not only Bentley and Qu Jianlei, but also several candidates who were also deliberately suppressed.
Among those targeted, the only ones who stand out are Terry and Jane. It's normal for Starr to pay close attention to them.
After listening to what he said, Bentley nodded expressionlessly.
"The logic is basically self-consistent, but since you have the guts to follow us, I still have to give you a shot."
"Why bother?" This one shouted desperately, "You two really can't trust me, I can take you to find the captain!"
He really didn't want to receive such an injection. It would cause too much damage to the brain nerves.
"Why should I see your captain?" Bentley was a little surprised. "I already told you that I won't do his business anymore."
"Seriously, you dare to follow us. How can I do it without giving you a lesson... By the way, let me prove that this injection is not fake."
This person had indeed doubted whether the injection was real, but at this time, how could he dare to doubt it again?
"Two adults, this injection is definitely not fake. I am following you two just because...ah!~~~"
True memory works extremely quickly. This is to prevent some well-trained people from deliberately closing their memories of certain things.
But this also leads to a very bad user experience and strong side effects.
After about half a minute, this person's eyes started to blur and he answered all questions.
In addition to co-author Starr's intention to maintain contact with Bentley, he also wanted to use them as guns to deal with Tiangong Repair Shop.
From this it can be seen that the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife is not uncommon, and more than one party has this idea.
So Starr sent someone here to find out the addresses of these two people.
For the garrison, whether inside the city, on the outskirts of the city or outside the city, it is their territory.
As long as you can find out where the two reformed warriors live and want to instigate trouble, then only the technical details are left.
"No progress at all after all these years," Bentley snorted disdainfully and stood up.
"Remember there were two ants... I went and just ran away?"
There were two people squatting on the street just now, as if they were doing nothing, but they were obviously following them.
When they saw the guy being caught, the two of them were frightened and ran away.
"Let's go," Qu Jianlei greeted. As for the guy who had not yet passed the strength of the real memory medicine, he simply ignored him.
Shortly after they left, another motorcycle drove up, with only one rider wearing a helmet.
The knight stopped beside the garrison, looked to see if there was no one around, got out of the car, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the man in the heart.
The twitching guard kicked his legs violently a few times, and then there was no movement.
The helmeted knight straightened up again, looked left and right as if nothing had happened, and was about to get on his motorcycle and leave.
He didn't expect that more than a group of people in several buildings far away from the garbage dump saw his behavior.
These are people who are tracking and leaving immediately when they find something is wrong, but they are also very curious and want to know what will happen in the garbage dump.
So they chose a nearby building, entered and took a seat to watch.
Bentley and Qu Jianlei's perceptions are very keen, and they can feel some strangeness.
But coincidentally, neither of them planned to pursue it.
They both felt the need to kill the two who were actually following him because they might continue to follow him.
For people who entered the building to observe, if they wanted to go downstairs and continue to follow, they didn't have much maneuverability.
Of course, they can use the mobile phone to remotely command others to follow, but Qu Jianlei and the two have other ways of dealing with it.
In short, they felt that those people were not worth worrying about, and they didn't feel any obvious malice, so they let them go.
But now, these people witnessed a murder.
The next moment, a gunshot rang out, and the murderer fell to the ground.
Then, there was another gunshot, and a big hole appeared in this man's chest.
"Which bastard did this?" A roar sounded, "Is this murder and silence?"
"You don't have to speak if you can't speak," a sinister voice sounded.
"I killed the person. I didn't intend to kill him, but... I'll just kill him. I'm from Ruyi Casino!"
"Are you from Ruyi Casino trying to stab me?" The man yelled even louder, "I'm from the garrison!"
"So what about the garrison?" The sinister voice sneered, "Come and check our Ruyi Casino."
Those who can afford to open a high-end casino are still afraid of the geeks in the defense team?
As a result, the man from the garrison shouted again, "The one killed by the dagger is from my garrison."
Okay, now the guy at the casino didn’t dare to speak.
A member of the defense was killed, and another member of the defense wounded the murderer, who ended up killing the man.
When this logic was put together, he couldn't explain it clearly.
But can’t tell? That’s not up to him!
Two strong men came down from the next building and entered the building, "Come on, come on, that guy from Ruyi Casino, come down!"
Yes, originally they were going to keep an eye on Bentley and Qu Jianlei, but in the end, these people started to toss themselves.
The garrison was tracking more than one person, and there was nothing they could do if they were brave enough to be captured by the opponent.
"True Memory Potion," someone sighed softly - there are indeed many people in Houjing who have seen the world, "I'm really willing to give it up."
This thing is so precious, it will definitely be used on important people, but the other party actually uses it on a following miscellaneous fish?
"Is that a real memory?" Someone was stunned, and then laughed, "The defense team is going to have a headache."
"No one noticed that they have a lot of potions?" Someone muttered, "I won't follow you even if you beat me to death."
At the same time, the two people who had thrown away their tails were also chatting.
"Old Ben, I think this real memory is very expensive, right?"
Bentley answered casually, "It has nothing to do with money. Central City is full of high-end pipe products. Do you think it's a money issue?"
Qu Jianlei sighed leisurely, "In fact, we... are not poor."
Bentley was silent, and after a while he said, "If you are willing to be mediocre... you are indeed not poor."
"But you can't be mediocre," Qu Jianlei sighed, "If you want to make some money, there are so many people watching, what kind of world is this!"
"The world of cannibalism," Bentley replied lightly, "If you don't want to be eaten by others, just work hard to be strong."
The news that Jian Lei had tested another fresh air system quickly reached the Tiangong Maintenance Factory.
Xue Mantian raised his arms and found his boss, "That guy actually took the order. It's obvious that he doesn't have any talent in his eyes!"
The boss is a little old man, with a wise light shining in his eyes, "Are your hands any better?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Xue Mantian's eyes, "It's useless, I can only take care of my apprentices from now on."
His hand was crushed and fractured by Bentley, and even if there was the best orthopedic surgeon in Tianzi District in Houjing, he could not save it.
A dignified B-level maintenance engineer, most of his skills are in his hands. How can he not feel resentful?
But he is not worried about being fired. After all, he still has a pair of sharp eyes and rich experience.
"Well, take care of your apprentice," the boss nodded. "The other party has a potion of true memory in his hand, so it's not easy to mess with him."
In fact, at the beginning, he did not plan to use that method to deal with Jian Barrier, but planned to deal with the problem through coordination.
It was Xue Mantian who volunteered to go, because before that, he had been responsible for the maintenance of the mechas of the defense team.
When Xue Mantian returned home defeated, the boss couldn't say that what he did was wrong - after all, it was for the benefit of Tiangong.
not to be trifled? A trace of astonishment flashed across Xue Mantian's eyes, "Then let him be free? Where is our Tiangong's face?"
The little old man touched his chin, thought for a while and then spoke again, "These two people... may not be the only two people."
"Even if we only deal with these two people, it will cost a lot. Do you think it's worth it?"
Xue Mantian replied simply, "Boss, you once said that pure businessmen are lambs."
"We Tiangong, never forget to be businessmen with wolf nature, not lambs!"
The little old man was startled for a moment, then laughed, "That's true, as I get older, I become less courageous."
"You are being cautious," Xue Mantian flattered him without leaving any trace, then frowned.
"But there are too many people watching our cooperation with the military, and we cannot be too weak."
The little old man touched his chin again and shook his head in confusion, "You... you really can make trouble for me."
(First update, congratulations to the beautiful and cute host "Green Waist Luoluo")——————
Chapter 122: Prefer to travel to Hushan (Second update to congratulate the cute master Weiyang)
Of course Qu Jianlei couldn't count that the guard member he was tracking was later killed.
Two days later, Bentley got the news and came back to talk to him.
To be honest, Qu Jianlei was quite surprised by this, "Starr didn't give you any trouble?"
"Why should you cause trouble for me?" Bentley asked strangely, "If the person is not dead and his brain is damaged, he may still cause trouble."
In fact, it’s not just the wasteland, it’s the same for Blue Star. People are there and favors are there, but what’s the point of not being there?
Qu Jianlei asked again, "Who committed the murder?"
Bentley's face looked a little strange, "A foreign adventurer, a suspect in many crimes, entered the capital under a false identity."
Qu Jianlei discovered this keenly, "Remember you back then?"
"I'm from Central City," Bentley replied proudly, "I won't fall to this level."
"It's just that this method of pretending to be an identity feels a bit like another world."
Qu Jianlei didn't want to hear his sadness, "Then there must be help from a big force... Tiangong?"
"Maybe," Bentley replied disapprovingly. "How was your calculation today?"
The recent calculation results are getting better and better. Qu Jianlei originally thought that there are still more than 160 kinds of plans that have not been calculated yet.
But in fact, he continues to improve the already tested formula, which has been very effective.
In addition, Bentley also made some suggestions from time to time, and both of them felt that the final version was not far away.
During this process, Bentley gradually came to understand Qu Jianlei's thoughts and also learned a lot about the calculation techniques.
He no longer felt how mysterious this calculation was - at least it wasn't that incredible anymore.
But at the same time, some of Qu Jianlei's thoughts and insights completely amazed him.
He really didn't expect that an orphan could have such a wild imagination. The key is that the logic can be self-consistent.
This is equivalent to someone constructing a world out of thin air. It is a world that he does not understand, but it may actually exist.
Qu Jianlei smiled and nodded, "There is a lot of progress today. If everything goes well, the final version will be released this month."
"That's good, I can't wait," Bentley said eagerly.
The test that day went well, and Bentley left happily again early the next morning.
Hua Scorpion looked at his back with a strange expression, "It's really rare to be so happy buying healing medicine."
Qu Jianlei knew that she was feeling disgusted, so he smiled.
"When I'm sorting it out for him, I've almost figured out your direction. It'll be quick."
Within two days, Bentley found another business, which was to inspect and repair two industrial robots.
Qu Jianlei was a little strange again, "Industrial robots...can they be used in Tianzi District?"
He was no stranger to industrial robots, whether on Blue Star or in the Wasteland.
The complexity of this kind of thing is no more than that of mechas, but in the wasteland, it basically exists in theory.
Because human life in the wasteland is not valuable, and labor fees are so low that they are almost non-existent—most of the time, just taking care of the food is enough.
In this case, there is absolutely no room for industrial robots.
"It can still be used in some special circumstances," Bentley was not interested in this. "Extreme temperatures, highly toxic things, etc."
But Qu Jianlei still felt it was a bit unreliable, "Then where are these two robots used?"
"We can't ask this." Bentley still understands the rules of the industry. "It's a general type, not a special type."
At this point, he reacted belatedly, "Do you suspect it's a trap?"
"The possibility is very high," Qu Jianlei replied without hesitation, "Why do they think I can repair industrial robots?"
The demand for industrial robots in the wasteland is almost non-existent, but this does not mean that they are cheap.
In fact, industrial robots are more expensive than mechas, and the value and price of the two are upside down.
But this is not surprising, because here, mecha is a high-end combat power and a necessity.
Industrial robots are luxury goods, just like fresh air systems. Their technological content is not high, but they are extremely expensive.
Bentley thought for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, then I'll refuse."
However, it is not that easy to refuse. The other party just said directly that if you are not satisfied with anything, you can raise it.
Not enough money? This is really not a problem, you can add it.
Worried about not being able to fix it? Don't be afraid, we just want a diagnosis and enough travel expenses. We just want your help.
As for asking about the origin...that's a bit much. We spend so much money to find someone privately just because we don't want to expose our identity.
Not convenient to come to your door? OK, can it be delivered to your home?
Isn’t it appropriate to deliver it to your home? That doesn't matter. You designate a place and we can send it there, okay?
After several communications, the other party was really easy to talk to.
But Qu Jianlei and Bentley also understood that this was really a scam, it was definitely a scam, and the other party didn't even bother to cover it up.
I agree to all the conditions you put forward... No matter whether they are reasonable or not, as long as there are no big deviations, I will invite you to come.
As long as you dare to come, a fight is inevitable. If you don't dare to come, that's up to you.
It's just that as a maintenance technician, you don't dare to try such generous conditions. Will you still have the nerve to accept orders in the future?
This was Chi Xinguo Xinguo's provocation. Qu Jianlei and Bentley knew without guessing that the one who marked the way must be Tiangong.
The other party really didn't hide it at all, he just pointed at his nose and said: Come on, hurry up... Do you have the guts to follow?
Qu Jianlei glanced at Bentley and said, "This is a provocation."
"Yes," Bentley nodded, "such a big hatred can only be caused by God."
"Then shall we take it?"
"Take it, why don't you pick it up?" Bentley smiled lightly, "If you don't hurt it, it will always cause trouble for you."
"Then take it," Qu Jianlei nodded, "Hua... Huang Scorpion, what do you think?"
"Does my opinion matter?" Hua Scorpion could only complain, "After you two have decided, can I still have objections?"
Qu Jianlei knew that she acted cautiously and couldn't help but ask, "Do you think there is no need to take risks?"
Hua Scorpion hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Forget it, at this point, giving in is not an option."
Qu Jianlei nodded slightly, and then spoke leisurely, "Punch away with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches..."
"You should kill the chicken to scare the monkey," Bentley snorted, and then glanced at Hua Scorpion, "You don't have to go, just look after the house."
The corners of Hua Scorpion's mouth twitched, he secretly clenched his fists, and finally nodded silently.
She knew that her strength was indeed inferior to these two, and she couldn't blame the other party for looking down on her, but... she really felt suffocated.
When I succeed in cultivation, see how I mock you, old man.
Now that the tone was set, Bentley went out of town to look at houses the next day.
The city and the outskirts of the city are not suitable places. This time I plan to kill someone, so I can only do it outside the city.
There were not as many people outside the city as there were in the suburbs, but he still chose an isolated courtyard.
This courtyard is more than 20 kilometers away from the outskirts of the city, so it is far away from human habitation.
There are some woods around the yard, some farmland, and a small slope full of gravel.
Bentley found the owner and paid half a month's rent and a month's deposit.
The total was only fifteen silver dollars, and that was because he didn't counter-offer, otherwise it would have been cheaper.
The night he rented the house, he rushed over with Qu Jianlei in the dark and started to renovate the yard.
The transformation took three nights, and the two of them were busy non-stop.
On the fourth day, he rested all day. On the morning of the fifth day, Bentley entered the city and contacted the other party to give his address.
Since you have taken the initiative to measure us, it is not too much for us to choose a main battlefield, right?
As expected, the other party did not refuse, but he also did not make a decision immediately. Instead, he said that he wanted to ask someone who could make the decision.
Bentley knew very well that the person he was in contact with could probably make the decision.
The delay was just to send someone to reconnoiter the small courtyard.
We have chosen the home court, so we have to allow others to make arrangements, right? Otherwise, I feel like I can't afford to lose.
However, he also said, I will only give you three days, and you will not wait if you are late.
The man nodded and agreed with a smile. After the agreement was made, he also paid a deposit of one hundred silver dollars in advance.
Seeing the two people chatting happily, no one could have imagined that a formal challenge was about to begin.
After agreeing, Bentley turned around and left, heading straight to the courtyard outside the city.
In view of the tragic experience of the garrison trackers last time, no one dared to follow too closely this time.
But he didn't cover up his whereabouts - just wait in that yard for three days.
Tiangong's response was very quick. After learning the exact location, he quickly sent out several trucks to surround the small courtyard from a distance.
They are not the military and have no right to block traffic.
However, it is not an eyesore to randomly place some people in each passage to screen the identities of people coming and going.
Tiangong's own security force is not very strong, but they do maintenance and maintain good relationships with some elite teams.
This time, the people who blocked the small courtyard mainly came from two teams. Tiangong paid for them, and he sent a few people to follow them.
Qu Jianlei and Bentley discovered each other's behavior through the periscope in the courtyard.
"That's all we can do," Bentley couldn't help but snort, "it depends on the number of people."
Qu Jianlei took this very seriously, "We have chosen the home court, so it's their turn to play the cards, right?"
After the visitor set up the arrangement outside, a team of four slowly walked towards the small courtyard.
"It's broad daylight..." Bentley glanced at the sky, "You shouldn't dare to do anything, right?"
"I guess we need to have some head-on contact," Qu Jianlei said thoughtfully, "I'm pressing forward step by step... but I have some rules."
"It's just a test," Bentley snorted nonchalantly.
When the other party was still more than 300 meters away from the small courtyard, he turned on the tweeter.
"Stop for those who come, there is a private place further ahead. If you break in, don't blame me for being rude!"
The four people stopped when they heard the sound, and one of them took out a loudspeaker and said, "Is this Mr. Terry?"
(Second update, He Meng’s "Ming Ye Weiyang".)
