The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Obviously there is more information to dig deeper.

In order to be able to fully respond to Jing'an's questions, McCree has even made several preparations. However, he did not expect that Jing'an was focusing on the evolutionary material of the terminal brain approach.

McRae's dark expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. He blinked his eyes twice and couldn't help but ask softly.

"What do you want these things for?"

Mutants can't serve multiple evolutionary pathways, which is almost everyone's consensus. And Jing'an actually asks him for material-related things at the moment, so maybe it means...

"Do you want others to mutate into a terminal brain approach? That girl? I advise you to give up. That guy must not have enough aptitude. It is very likely that he will be swallowed by the mutated cells and become a polluter."

The proposal is very pertinent, only this point, Jing'an also feels a little bit the same. After all, the particularity of the brain approach is destined that this approach is only suitable for capable people with strong bodies and energetic.

"You don't need to know this. I just want to know, do you have any more leftovers? Of course, I won't take it for nothing, you can ask for it."

Jing An paused slightly and continued.

"You can understand that this is an equal deal."

Pure violence can suppress McCree's crooked thoughts, but it is only a bad idea after all.

On the premise of clarifying the power gap between the two sides, a negotiation that seems to be equal but is actually slightly skewed is the correct solution to maximize the benefits.

After all... Jing'an had no reason to kill a mutant guarding the settlement.

The so-called gain is not worth the loss, it is the price of acting recklessly.

"Huh, it sounds nice."

McCree still maintains a tough attitude, but his tone has been significantly reversed.

"I have material left over here. Although the freshness cannot be guaranteed, it will basically not affect the absorption process. A little bit later, maybe early tomorrow morning, I will ask others to send it to you."

When a thought was completed, Jing'an also showed a slight smile.

Knoll's resurrection plan is one step further.

"Then... Excuse me. In exchange, I still have to confirm one thing to the husband."

McCree's eyes widened, and his gaze lifted up like a wolf until he met Jing'an.

"The town of Krasson, is it really nothing to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with it."

Jing An paused slightly, half a memory, half thoughtful and continued.

"Before coming here, I interrogated a guy who was captured alive by the way. They are the remnants of a large organization and used a lot of standard weapons when attacking the settlement. According to their dictation, if not because of limited manpower, they also I won't choose this kind of place to start."

Under the attitude of neither overbearing nor overbearing, McCree had to choose to believe Jing'an's statement. He sighed with some headache, quite a bit unlucky for himself.

"That's really a **** of a ghost. As soon as I was notified of the emergency assembly, I could only pull out a clone to participate in it. But when the front foot was out, the back foot was stolen... How can I keep up with you? Hey... "

Jing'an shrugged noncommittal, but focused on the words governing the settlement.

Unlike in the south, it surrounds the outer residential areas that are constantly expanding around the city-state. The distribution of unique settlements in the north was originally managed by subordinate mutants.

As long as it can drive away mutant beasts and maintain contact with the outside world, no matter how small a settlement is, the most basic living conditions can be guaranteed.

Jing'an's gaze stayed on the tall, hollow carrion corpse aside, and his thoughts flowed.

The unique feature of the terminal brain approach is the special ability to realize remote control.

The closer it is to the main body, the less effort will be needed to manipulate it, and the accuracy will be higher at the same time.

Correspondingly, the farther the control is, the more the body needs to bother to superimpose instructions... It's like opening multiple accounts. In the mind of the end-brain pathway mutator, time, space, and even identity will be fixed The extent becomes blurred.

If it is not a person with strong enough spirit, it is easy to get lost in the unique ability of Duan Brain, and finally make one's consciousness annihilate at a node and become an empty shell like a walking dead.

"By hiding empty-shell carrion corpses in the settlement, so as to achieve remote shelter? It is indeed a good way."

McCree tilted his eyes and rolled his eyes to Jing'an unceremoniously.

"If all my hidden corpses are gathered around, you can see me as a hell."

This is indeed the orthodox usage of the end-brain approach, and McCree is confident and understands it. The scattered energies and clones reunited together, with clear division of labor and clear goals.

This is the power of the terminal brain approach.

And...there is more than one type of carrion.

Obviously, this deformed kid is very confident in his masterpiece.

"Then you can try next time."

Jing'an just pursed his lips and smiled, after a little thought, he continued.

"The second question, what exactly did the emergency assembly say?"

McRae immediately turned his eyes horizontally, glanced at Jing An beside him, and asked inexplicably.

"Partition, number?"

As a member of an organization within the Federation, everyone should have a corresponding number. This is also one of the methods to exclude unidentified mutants from mixing into the organization.

If unable to answer, McRae will never reveal the content of the meeting in its entirety.

"D-2, 192."

In a determined tone, Jing'an's expression remained calm.

"Friends from the Southern Division? Really hell, why didn't you say hello to me sooner! Do you know you almost scared me to death!"

McCree's attitude suddenly changed more obviously. He grinned and moved to Jing'an's side, as if gritted his teeth.

"Beat my hidden corpse like this! I want your leader to report it!"

The series of exclusive codes that belonged to Jiang Yue, Jing'an just happened to be able to use it right now.

Haven't been cancelled yet...

Jing'an was keenly aware of this.

"Maybe next time you can try to ask clearly before doing it."

McCree waved his fist breathlessly, and tried his best to convey his anger and irritation to Jing'an.

"How can there be a reason for people from the southern division to run north? Even if you are performing a special task, you always have a certificate for the area. Show me the certificate and it will be over!"

"As you can see, I had a little accident on the road, and now I don't have anything to identify myself."

Jing An paused for a while, and then continued.

"Moreover, my task is quite special. If there is no federal high-level order, I can even not participate in the emergency assembly."

There are priorities, and tasks are ranked.

After reading Jiang Yue's memory completely, Jing'an knew all the public information of the organization, disguised as a federal membership, also can be described as impeccable.