The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

"The end-brain approach, level 2 evolution direction, corpse fucker. I just heard others talk about it before. This will be the first time I have come into contact with people like you... If you want to cultivate this level of corpse snake, your internal organs are already Is it hollowed out?"

The terminal brain approach happens to be one of the key materials that Knoll needs to use. Under the system's advance reminder, Jing'an also has a very deep understanding of this evolutionary path.

"By manipulating the corpse, we have fostered various hostile scavengers in the body. If you hadn't taken the initiative to speak to me, honestly...I might not know your true identity."

Under the control of the terminal brain pathway, all seemingly normal creatures may have nests of various poisonous creatures in their bodies. Under the deliberate screening of the corpse handlers, the stronger, larger individuals are the best targets for manipulation.

There is almost no commonality to any degree between different evolutionary pathways. I have to say that if it weren't for Noel's needs, Jing'an would not deliberately learn about this approach.

"In addition, your body shouldn't be too far away from here, right? According to the reaction speed just now, it should not exceed the range of one hundred meters at most."

Jing An paused slightly, his gaze rolled around McCree's body twice, and then slowly said.

"So... what do you think of my speed? It's like the kind of explosion just now, I can maintain at least 30 seconds. Even if I can't turn the whole town upside down, I still have the ability to pull you out of the crowd. of."

The gap between intelligence is too obvious.

He was almost touched with his underwear, but all the information about the other party was unknown.

McCree's smirk solidified on his face. He seemed to be a little afraid of Jing'an's ‘learned’, and he did not respond positively.

"Why do you know so much."

What responded to him was Jing An's relentless high kick. Turning to his side, kicking with his weight swept out a scream in the air, pressing it straight against McCree's throat, and while crushing his figure again, even half of his head was buried. Into the pile of sawdust.

"Don't use questions to answer questions, it's me who is standing on the front line now."

"Ah...cough, I, I understand. Please be merciful."

The entire neck was obviously distorted, and McCree's head and body seemed to have become two unrelated individuals, which were only connected by a thin skin at this time.

"A capable person like you should also understand our inconvenience? This physical quality is very rare. I beg you to stop beating..."

Jing'an is interested in this.

With the blessing of the terminal brain pathway ability, the mutant can remotely manipulate the individual, thereby realizing the sharing of vision, and making corresponding various reactions—and these seemingly normal, but actually cavified corpses, It is like a clone.

Even if Jing'an shed the "McRae" in front of him, there would be no other losses except for a little trouble for the unknown guy.

Now that the purpose of deterrence has been achieved, there is no point in continuing to do it.

"Very good, so now... are you interested in showing people in their true colors?"

"Honestly, I am not, very happy."

McCree's voice began to become hoarse, hissing like a saw pulling only to reluctantly piece together intermittent syllables.

"But I don't seem to have any other choice."

Another abrupt voice came from under Jing'an's feet.

under?

The thought just came to mind, and the locker erected on the left hand side was pushed aside. Under a dark and spacious tunnel, a...ball came out slowly.

I didn't notice it at all, there would be traces of an underpass here. Jing An glanced calmly at the dark underpass, expressionless.

If nothing else, the entire settlement might be his home field.

It was a round body that was only as high as the waist. Under the lacquered black coat, the thickened, layered plush undershirts are just like fatty fat, which will support the shape of people in the future. In an eye-catching shape.

"Sir, for the sake of seeing you in my true colors, please raise your hands high and let go of my hidden corpse."

With a slight staggering step, this short, slender figure moved forward from the darkness until it revealed that immature face.

Indeed, as Jing'an said, there is no room for ‘McRae’ to deal with.

The long-distance manipulation ability that he thought was superior was seen through, coupled with the strength gap between each other, and the seemingly equal exchanges, at this time, they had already lost their balance.

"Your sincerity, I did see it."

The sparse broken hair is as conspicuous as the barren frozen ground, and the large and deformed head presents an irregular round shape. And beneath the abstract appearance that seems to be an ‘alien’, there are more slender or distorted facial features.

His eye sockets sank downward, making those eyes glow like a wild wolf under the dim light.

Wide forehead, thin lips, garlic nose.

A weird-looking, even ugly kid, is the first reflection of Jing'an given by the other party.

Sure enough.

The appearance of the other party is completely the most typical example. Jing'an recalled the remaining prompt message left by the system, and could not help but slightly provoked his chin.

"The end-brain approach, while being proficient in abilities, will also place a greater burden on the body of the body. I thought it was just a conceptual statement, but seeing you...I understand it somewhat."

Jing An paused for a while, then said with a chuckle.

"So, what should I call you? Mr. McRae?"

"Ahem, ahem... You can do whatever you want, the name is just a code name, and it doesn't make any sense to me."

McCree's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at Jing'an's naked upper body bitterly, his tone full of envy.

"If you don't mind, I hope I can close the window over there first. As you said, my health is not optimistic. Just a typhoid fever and a cold may kill me."

Jing An nodded noncommitantly, and then he saw the dilapidated corpse struggling to stand up again, moved tremblingly to the window sill, and began to implement the instructions.

As long as the mutant as the main body does not break the link, the hidden corpse will continue to execute orders. It is more efficient than soldiers. Under the premise of loyalty, the price is health replacement.

"Ah... I really envy you for having such a strong body. If I had known the disadvantages of the brain approach a few years ago, I would definitely not choose this place."

Choosing a quota means the operation of the organization. Jing'an couldn't help but glance at the other side more. The information actively disclosed at this moment does not indicate what kind of person the other party is.

"If you want to deal with you, you have to worry about your background...Is that right?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

The attitude of the other party is not kind, obviously it is not completely convinced by Jing'an. If there is plenty of time, he doesn't mind letting the other party feel the gap between each other more realistically.

But compared to these, Jing'an is more concerned about another matter.

He put his hands around his chest, freed his right palm, and began to rub his chin.

"One of the most important questions, you can answer this first."

"How many materials do you have for the evolution of the terminal brain approach?"