The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"There aren't many people here...it doesn't seem to be a lot?"

The new teammates on the side indeed expressed McRae's voice.

Rather, it is the first time most people have participated in this level of conference, and it should be that no one has experience.

"Because it is impossible for everyone to be there."

The head of Hu Jingcheng's team is a calm middle-aged man. In the decades-long cooperation, McCree never even saw him red face. So overall, McCree has a relatively high level of trust in his captain.

"Captain, who is probably here?"

"According to the order of ranking, every city-state should have all the members participating...Of course, the guys who can't get a hand will definitely forget it."

Like that guy in Jing'an?

Speed ​​and strength alone can at least make him have a few nightmares overnight...

But wait, there seems to be something wrong.

McRae was surprised that he hadn't even figured out the evolution path of that guy!

Although not ignorant, but in terms of McCree's insights, some of the more popular branches can be recognized. But no matter how much he recalled, he couldn't connect Jing'an with the abilities in these memories.

Even the shadow path known for its speed is less than half that of Jing'an.

I don't understand.

It would be better to... take this opportunity to ask other people?

McRae also knew a little bit about the wisdom of one person being short-witted and two people counting their heads.

"Captain, I would like to ask you something. Regarding the evolutionary path, what are the specific paths that can be used to specialize speed and power..."

Before McRae could finish speaking, a team of four people who was unusually cool came out of the corridor. At the same time it caused a moment of exclamation, McCree swallowed the words back into his stomach.

The top powerhouse, who can count over with one hand, appeared at this time.

"That's... the law enforcement team belonging to Diamond City?"

If Jing'an were here, the four team members with a clear division of labor would be recognized on the spot. Compared with these three team members, as the protagonist who shined in the Passat battle, the tall figure is the most eye-catching.

The tall and strong figure two meters away is broad and majestic, with a beard, a scarred face, and a big, hideous bald head. These distinctive and highly recognizable characteristics are even more distinctive signs like landmark buildings.

"Sure enough, Reinhardt."

Following the captain's sight, McCree twisted his neck stiffly, and finally caught the tall man sitting on the edge.

The tormentor of Diamond City, the only mutant in the overlord way in the Federation.

"Rhine, Hart...that is, that, what the captain said is cruel, right?"

Even in the circle of mutants, they belong to extremely rare existences. Reinhardt's evolutionary path has been ahead of 90% of the people present from the very beginning.

After all, the concept of invincibility at the same level can hardly be subverted.

"Yeah, don't look at him with a sullen face, he is actually a very principled guy. If you are lucky enough to work with him once in the future, you will understand."

The team sighed long, a look of awe and admiration filled his eyes.

"He is a man worthy of trust and able to carry everything."

The evaluation was so high that McCree was speechless for a while.

It seems that compared to this guy's appearance, the issue of Jing'an seems a little less noticeable.

Yes... no matter how super-standard speed and explosiveness, under the premise of facing the overlord approach, they are just lambs to be slaughtered.

Reinhardt.

He is the natural enemy of all low-level mutants.

After sighing, the captain on the side lowered his head, and he muttered softly while looking at the colleague around him who had already begun to sit down.

"Almost all the people in the southern jurisdiction have arrived, um~ there are many new faces. Has the organization moved so frequently recently... Wait, who is it? Mueller City Division? Why are there only three people attending the meeting?"

As soon as the voice fell, a distorted and blurred figure suddenly appeared on the main stage of the Colosseum. It seems that the focusing process of the camera is normal, and the boundary between blurry and sharpness is switched in an instant.

It was an existence that was dressed in a pure black robe, hiding his face and body in the shadows.

"What is this guy?"

"Mosik City is under the leader of the second team, McRae, if you don't know it, it's normal. This guy usually doesn't show up much."

The guy who only appeared at the captain level would actually be the presiding officer of this emergency meeting.

To be honest, the insiders present will be a little surprised.

Because of the slight disturbance caused by his appearance, the man squatted silently. He stretched out his left hand and pressed it slowly towards the ground in front of him.

"quiet."

Under the sonorous and powerful words.

The weird sound, like a wave of tide, echoed from the underground of the Colosseum. It seemed to be rolled and surging, and the undercurrent that was set off at the end surged crazily, so that the entire arena was shaken by the sudden shaking. .

Unpredictable, sudden violent shock.

Almost instantly, most of the people on the spot were overturned to the ground, and they were beaten into ‘ground gourds’.

McCree's specimen body naturally couldn't maintain balance. Even if he lost his sense of direction, he sat down on the ground. If it weren't for the help of the captain next to him, he would have already rolled several hundred meters away by now.

Beneath the stiff expression was McCree's somewhat flustered tone.

"Team, Captain! What's going on?"

"Haha, Mai Mai, calm down, this guy has this temper, there won't be any major issues."

As a conventional means of deterrence, the heads of all regions clearly perceive this unkillable expansion of capabilities.

Only as a means of percussion.

It can be described as supernormal.

[Ghost Pathway, Level 3 Mutation Direction-Dark Lord]

The domain of the strong is expanding in an instant, and all the shadows belong to one person in an instant.

The man in the black robe slowly got up, he looked at the unrecognizable everything around him, and his tone was still very serious.

"In your respective areas, you are all supreme in power."

"But when you get to Moxik City, you are away."

"Follow the rules of the city and maintain basic politeness."

He raised his hands and slowly removed the hood from his head.

"Recognize your identity."

"Outsiders."

It was an old face full of vicissitudes, but full of wrinkles, and a pair of light brown pupils were calm as water on the outline that seemed to be carved with a sword. From the appearance only, this guy is at best an ordinary old man who is nearly sixty years old, thin in figure, and seems to have some military temperament.

But... in terms of momentum.

He was as powerful as a mountain, so that everyone present couldn't help but cast awe at him.