Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 658 - 528: An Absurd Trap

Qu Jianlei felt a bit bewildered; so now I'm a Coordinator?

He thought for a moment and nodded, "I can barely speak up; once I'm done with my business... what are you aiming to achieve?"

The Fourth Master stared at him, shook his head thoughtfully, "It's not necessarily about doing something; it's more like feeling inexplicably watched."

"It's best if you can speak up; we might need you to mediate when the time comes."

For some reason, Qu Jianlei had a feeling that this guy might have guessed his connection with the Earth Scholar.

This feeling wasn't great, but in the end, he nodded anyway.

"It's all negotiable... Regarding Elvin, is there nothing you can remember? Evidence isn't necessary."

The Fourth Master blinked, "If evidence is not required, I can share some information... You're not seriously planning to fight to the death, are you?"

In his view, going head-to-head with a huge interest group without evidence seemed a bit overconfident.

Qu Jianlei smiled nonchalantly, "I have my considerations, as long as it doesn't implicate you..."

Their meeting lasted about thirty minutes; they agreed on future contact methods and then parted ways.

By this time, Koplin and Conwell had already arrived at a... park?

Qu Jianlei saw the location and was somewhat surprised, "Are those two on a date?"

"Conwell is already married and has two sons and three daughters," Little Lake sounded a bit gloating.

"But you know how men are these days."

"What do I know?" Qu Jianlei couldn't help rolling his eyes at the words.

He knew what Little Lake meant, but before crossing over, he was struggling to survive, and later he even considered learning virgin skills.

Now he had some ability to protect himself, but safety was still not guaranteed, and he was always ready to flee for his life.

Even an officer like the Fourth Master couldn't sleep peacefully, and if he got entangled with someone, it was hard to ensure he wouldn't bring trouble to them.

Massacres of families were not only something he had done, but he had seen even more; that's how the civilization here was.

For instance, now if those two were really on a date, it would provide him an excellent opportunity to act.

So, matters of love really weren't something he could afford—this definitely had nothing to do with his tendency to attract trouble.

Qu Jianlei nodded slightly, "Then let's go see what exactly is happening."

The park on the location was built along the riverbank, about two square kilometers in size, in a strip shape.

Qu Jianlei hailed a manned taxi, paid the fare upon arrival, and got out without entering the park, but rather stood outside the gates.

Two hours later, Koplin and Conwell came out, accompanied by two men and two women, all C-level Warriors.

The six of them walked and chatted, got into two military-plated vehicles, and drove away.

Qu Jianlei wanted to track them but still felt something was amiss.

Anyway, with Little Lake helping to locate them, he didn't need to follow closely, so he ambled along.

After a while, he finally sensed a gaze coming from a certain direction.

The Watcher's cultivation level wasn't low, and they were very careful about concealment; however, Qu Jianlei's perception ability was unusually strong.

"So it was a trap after all," he remarked speechlessly, "Do they think I'm in the dark and are trying to lure me out with bait?"

One had to admit, the military's design this time was quite thoughtful.

Two geniuses from the Third War Zone used as bait, those with less imagination wouldn't think of this kind of tactic.

Then it became even more excessive; as dusk approached, these six actually drove to a food street.

The food street was quite lively, primarily targeting the middle to low-income group, but it was undeniable that some of the dishes were quite delicious.

The six of them didn't go to the stalls but instead went to a not-so-small restaurant at the street's end.

Qu Jianlei had also been to this restaurant; many of the dishes were quite delicious, and crucially, you could purchase street snacks to bring inside.

The dining environment inside was slightly better than outside, but there were also limits; importantly, since they were in military uniforms, they were likely to face less trouble.

Qu Jianlei found a snack stall by the roadside; despite the biting cold, he ordered a few dishes and started to eat.

He ate at a moderate pace, consuming food equivalent to six or seven people's worth in about an hour.

Such an appetite was astonishing, but the people on Star No. 4 were used to the existence of Modified Warriors, so it wasn't particularly eye-catching.

As Qu Jianlei ate, he finally noticed someone watching him; he then deliberately finished his last meal patiently, paid, and left.

After a while, he changed his clothes and appearance and returned, casting a casual glance in the direction he had felt the attention earlier.

There was a truck parked there, its cargo bed already lowered, converted into a fast-food truck, where a middle-aged couple was busy working.

In the driver's seat sat a teenager, fiddling with something, paying no attention to business.

In fact, there really were no customers. On the food street, you could do business as long as you paid the stall fee, but regulars favored familiar places.

The fast-food truck's skills were subpar; those who occasionally bought food to try it would shake their heads in disappointment after just one bite.

However, no one carelessly discarded food since, albeit a littler bland, the fullness sensation it provided was something that nutrient injections couldn't offer.

Qu Jianlei leisurely walked past, brushing against the fast-food truck, only then vaguely sensing that the teenager... was definitely not young.

He wasn't quite sure how high the other's cultivation level was, but at the very least, it was B-level.

The two middle-aged couples didn't hide their aura well, one was B-level, the other C-level.

Qu Jianlei didn't intensify his perception ability—this is a military trap, who knows how many instruments are monitoring.

Since you have intentions, I won't be polite about it! Qu Jianlei left expressionless.

Half an hour later, there was a flash of blue light on a high building eight or nine hundred meters away.

This is an ordinary Laser Sniper Rifle, but at such a distance, penetrating ordinary bulletproof glass is no problem.

The Laser Gun was aimed at the teenager in the driver's seat.

However, he was indeed alert, the moment the Laser Gun flashed, he suddenly fell to one side.

The truck's bulletproof glass had a certain effect, but ultimately couldn't stop it, the blue light shot into the driver's seat.

The sky had long been dark, but Qu Jianlei could estimate that the teenager likely hadn't escaped this shot.

As for whether it caused any fatal wounds, that's not his concern; after all, he can't even determine the target's attributes and cultivation level.

"Someone's shooting," the teenager hid in the driver's seat, yelling hoarsely.

His left hand clutched his right shoulder, his face slightly pale, "I've been shot... damn, this is a busy area!"

Nearby people immediately started bustling, cursing and running.

The middle-aged couple, however, seemed not to hear anything and continued diligently making snacks.

There were quite a few people like them, not taking the shooting incident seriously.

After all, accidental gunfire might not necessarily kill someone; poverty definitely can.

The teenager pushed open the car door and shouted at them, "I'm injured, quickly call the City Guard!"

"You deserve it!" The middle-aged man replied without turning his head, "Told you to get down and cook, but you're too lazy."

"Just those few people," the teenager yelled angrily, "You two are both free, my cooking skills are worse!"

In Imperial society, rarely do children dare to openly contradict their parents like this.

But with a big forest, all kinds of birds exist, and occasionally there's a couple of eccentrics, not surprising.

Anyway, the people on the roadside heard, but found it unremarkable.

At most someone said, "If my son dares to talk to me like that, see if I wouldn't slap him hard."

However, among the three involved, through this brief communication, they've already exchanged opinions using coded language.

Surely they need to catch the shooting suspect, but also leave enough protective forces, preventing the opponent from luring them away.

In comparison, more protective forces are left behind, as the opponent's main target is still those few in the restaurant.

Facts proved the same, their men pursued but only found a remotely-fired Sniper Rifle.

If even the Sniper Rifle is remote-controlled, then where are the opponents gathered?

The teenager was indeed shot, a chunk was missing from his right shoulder.

With his cultivation level, if he had armoured earlier, the Sniper Rifle wouldn't have harmed him, but... wasn't that to avoid alerting the enemy?

Originally, this was just a fishing plan, now the fish really came, and he sadly realized: manpower is really insufficient!

Firstly, those two geniuses must be well protected, right?

Secondly, can't let the opponent so wantonly assault the protective personnel outside, right?

He disagreed with this strategy from the start, insisting that support from the Third War Zone was necessary, otherwise manpower would surely be insufficient.

However, some believed that the forces behind Panda were spread across the whole Hope Star Realm.

The Third War Zone offended Panda, definitely needing to safeguard their side, preventing opponent's trickery.

The majority of the military's critical departments are in the Third War Zone, there are more places needing protection there.

Actually all nonsense, it's simply someone trying to curry favor with a bunch of bigwigs in the Third War Zone.

Thus, he always opposed this ridiculous fishing plan.

Now, with events unfolding to this point, talking more is pointless, can only take one step at a time.

There's a problem here, but vigilance at the General Hospital can't relax in the slightest.

The most troublesome thing is that it's not just at the General Hospital, the military has more than one hospital, other hospitals also require some alertness.

Those hospitals don't have much protective force, but... always need to leave some restraining power, right?

After firing that shot, Qu Jianlei immediately slipped away, took out a handheld device to contact Camille.

Before, he didn't contact her, to avoid her guessing his arrangements, now just waiting for her to provide a location.

If she doesn't provide it timely, then what he's done tonight maneuvering the opponent would be for nothing.

But also doesn't matter, at worst it's a wasted arrangement, can set the plot again later.

However, he felt Camille withholding all three addresses yesterday, clearly concerned about image.

She promised to provide today, wouldn't break her word, right?

Qu Jianlei's heart still held some expectation for the scavenger.

Sure enough, Camille gave a satisfying reply, "Second area of Airport Hospital."