The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

In such a determined tone, there was Spink's worried expression.

"At first I thought it was a trivial matter that was not worthy of attention, but the more information I collected, the more I found that things were not simple.

"This Protestant church does not collect money or materials, but just blindly expands and develops believers. In order to verify the correctness of this idea, I also followed the memories of other people and went to the location of the church in particular."

"What is left is a whole piece of ruins, even a trace of it will never be seen again."

"What does it mean... you know?"

Reinhardt's lips were pursed slightly, obviously he also knew what Spink wanted to express.

Don't ask for money, but just continue to expand and develop offline. From the perspective of ordinary people, it is indeed incomprehensible, but if you think about it from the perspective of the mutant... this matter begins to emit an unspeakable smell.

"I understand."

Regardless of profit, actions that are purely for the purpose of expanding beliefs almost only exist in very evil pagan religions-this kind of organization was very popular decades ago, but after all, it still can't match the trend.

Because it is just pure belief, it is impossible for normal people to survive in this environment.

People in the new era are very realistic species, which are not helpful to themselves, but they need to waste time and energy to worship... they can only end up in a broken place.

So this approach is almost completely incomprehensible to people nowadays. But compared to the ignorance of others, Reinhardt was better able to understand the horror contained in it.

Because the most important thing is not the existence of paganism.

It's the organization that the other party belongs to, the discipline shown by it, and... that moving and consolidating ability.

Year-round planning and popular measures have never allowed the Federation to receive half of the news. For the start of such a long-term layout, obviously... the other party's organization has extraordinary self-confidence in its own strength.

It's just that ordinary people can never achieve this level. After clarifying his own point of view, Reinhardt even realized what Spink said was the problem.

There must be traces of mutants participating in it.

Reinhardt's brows were furrowed at this moment, and he continued to speak after hesitated for a moment.

"In short, you can report this conjecture first, at least let the organization pay attention to it first. Your inference is not without basis, the organization will definitely give a considerable degree of attention."

Spink nodded with a wry smile, and then assigned a confidant to send this information.

"Actually, if I can, I also hope that my guess will come to no avail."

Reinhardt patted his old friend's shoulder silently, indicating that he could understand the other's mood if he and Spink's conjecture were correct.

With an organizational ability comparable to that of the Federation, the opponent will inevitably have a large number of Level 3 mutants. And in this way, it can also explain the situation where all the players sent out at the initial stage have fallen.

Of course, it does not rule out...

The opponent still has 4th-level and even 5th-level mutants.

Thinking of this, Reinhardt's scarred face couldn't help showing a hint of helpless cousin.

If the opponent's strength is the powerful existence of a super-level 3 mutant, then in the face of such an existence beyond common sense, no matter how many people gather at the moment, it is just cannon fodder.

Because of higher-level mutants, the power they can mobilize will only be more exaggerated and unreasonable than domain-level.

"Okay, take a good rest, old friend... leave it to me next."

Spink nodded. He was indeed tired and needed a good rest to regain his energy. But just when he was about to clean up the table, he seemed to think of something, then raised his head and said to Reinhardt.

"One more thing, I saw it in the memories of some corpses. The weird man mentioned in the meeting."

Reinhardt reacted for a while, then asked quietly.

"Are you the subject of the wanted order from Mueller City?"

"Yes, that guy. He seems to have been in this settlement for a while. I can catch a glimpse of him from some short memories."

Unfortunately, neither of the two captain-level characters tried to remember this guy's name. This also caused the conversation between them to sound like a guessing puzzle.

But this is understandable.

After all, compared with an unnamed force lurking in the Northern Territory and rooted for several years, what is the lighter and heavier an unregistered mutant...Anyone will have a straightforward concept.

Reinhardt simply went through it in his mind, and then he didn't think much about the scribbled stick figure with eight-point charm.

It's just a level 2 mutant, it's not worth his trouble too much.

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And when the federal side began to investigate the organization behind Elena. Jing'an finally found a temporary stronghold that could be used to settle down.

It was the sloping mouth of a cliff, and the sloping cliff covered the upper part of a group of people under the body, thus acting as a very practical roof.

After cleaning the snow, and then selecting a relatively flat area, after completing this series of tasks, Aisha and Jasmine were finally able to rest on the bedding for a while.

The two little guys just lay down when they heard a slight snoring sound. Whether it was Jasmine, who had poor physical strength, or Aisha, who had a tendency to overdraw his mental strength, they desperately needed a sufficient rest time to recover.

Although the old popsicle's energy is still relatively abundant, considering the follow-up actions and plans, there is no harm in taking advantage of this moment to rest for a while.

Thanks to the special shallow sleep mode of canines, Jing'an can also relax temporarily, and then free up time to think about her own problems.

After setting up the two people and one dog, Jing An took out the hard dough cakes from his carrying bag, sat cross-legged on a side stone, silently looking into the distance.

The sparse snow fell down, and the good field of vision allowed Jing'an to see the end of the horizon at a glance-the gray sky and the vast snow merged into one in the distance, and in the end they could no longer see each other. Dividing line.

"If you just eat these, you will be constipated."

A black voice came from beside him, accompanied by a steaming iron can. Turning his head halfway, Jing'an's gaze looked inside from where the opening was opened.