The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Then...Issuing the transfer order in the name of the city-state, so that the other Tibetan corpses can take office smoothly, I have to start planning one or two.

"Let me think about it, how many generations of mayors are these all?"

After thinking about it for a moment, McCree gave up the struggle—he could not remember the names of these hidden corpses, and he was not even interested in the residents on the ground.

Studying the characteristics of the hidden corpse and continuing to develop other abilities of the terminal brain in depth, this is McCree's only goal at the moment.

However, for him right now, there is a more important thing.

McCree lifted his head and squeezed his toes, allowing his slender arms to flop on the table twice. Later, he caught the hourglass that was used as a timer.

"It's not early, um...the meeting should be coming soon."

Meeting notice for emergency assembly.

In the entire Federation, there are thousands of mutations in the membership, everyone has an extraordinary identity, and it can even be said that it is far higher than the existence of ordinary people. These guys may be irritable or mild. They are in charge of their respective territories and may not have had a chance for a long time.

But today, because of the will of the organization, everyone has to gather together to discuss important matters.

For the mutants of the Federation, this is undoubtedly a grand occasion that cannot be missed.

McCree was not surprised.

He took a deep breath, reversed the hourglass in his hand, and started timing. He struggled, crawling back to the seat on his hands and feet.

Perhaps even smaller, the mini-furniture can make his movements more convenient.

But... once as a mature and able-bodied adult, insisting on using furniture of the same size was his last resistance.

One day, I will definitely find a way to be like a human again.

Some gloomy thoughts flashed through his mind, McRae snorted coldly, and threw these distracting thoughts behind him, and his thoughts slowly entered another level.

Brain way, remote control.

McCree's thoughts were immersed in the deep lake called Tranquility, and he seemed to feel the touch of cold water. From toes, calves, waist, abdomen, chest, neck.

A subtle sense of suffocation came from the depths of his consciousness, and he did not resist, but actively responded.

Then, his thoughts fell into silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

In the core area of ​​the southern city-state, the city of Mosik is a large city-state known as the capital of gold.

A young man lying on a wooden bed slowly opened his eyes. He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with nothing at hand, and the whole room was empty.

"..."

He didn't get up for the first time, but began to stretch his limbs, just like a vegetative man who had just resumed his body movements. His movements were strange and distorted, and he seemed to have forgotten how to walk clean.

Lifting the leg turned into reaching for the hand.

Opening his mouth turned back.

"At all, unable to adapt..."

With a mechanically stiff tongue, young people can't even organize a complete sentence that can be used to communicate.

The instructions sent by the brain were distorted to a certain extent. The young man fell to the ground like a skinned toad and began to roll and struggle until he stood up embarrassedly.

At the same time, the people outside the house seemed to be far behind the movement inside. There was a sound of flipping the keys. When the wooden door was pushed open, a well-dressed waitress walked in silently. She helped the young man to get up until she was delivered to the door.

"Sir, please go here. The brain rehabilitation training center is here. As long as you cooperate with your work, you can fully adapt to the new body's operating rules in about ten minutes."

The young man nodded silently-only this action was no problem.

The main city, the first branch of the rehabilitation center.

As the largest public welfare station in Mosik City, it is a rest center for various mutants.

With the help of the staff, the young man quickly adapted to the characteristics of his new body. He took off the blue and white striped hospital gown, put on a jet black tights, and a delicate embroidered cloak.

Hujing City, member of the SAR team, McCray.

Region, information, name.

In the city of Moxik, all the concealment that privacy should have is completely lost.

McCree slowly pushed open the door of the rehabilitation center and turned into the spacious and bright hall. The people here are full of voices, and a crowd of pedestrians dressed in the same style and color as him are greeting each other here.

"McRae! You have finally come out, I thought I would have to wait a long time!"

This voice is no stranger. As one of McCree's teammates, he is already familiar with the way this guy greets.

"The anti-corrosion treatment done by the organization is not in place... but the consequences are too obvious if it is left unused for a long time."

Under the premise that the telephone may be more efficient, the ability of the special evolutionary path cannot be ignored.

The end-brain approach that cannot be intercepted and blocked is the most suitable point of origin as a communication hub. The significance of organizing the remaining hidden corpses in the rehabilitation center is to facilitate the mutated people everywhere to "project" to this point.

In contrast, measures aimed at other evolutionary pathways will also be only a lot more.

The largest city-state in the Federation indeed has the most exaggerated handwriting.

"Don't talk about it, and don't expect you to fight with this specimen. Hurry up, the captain is waiting outside, we have to get in early."

McCree nodded dullly, obviously still carrying a little grudge in his heart.

Compared with the Diamond City, the urban planning is more exaggerated than the Diamond City, and it is the most populous gathering place in the entire Federation.

Here, people in related industries are also aware of the existence of mutants—under the notion that blocking is worse than sparse, the Federation does not mind that the masses become new mutants.

The federal government with stability as its main idea has given due respect to all mutants. They can do whatever they want within the scope of the rules and fully appreciate the ultimate pleasure of being a master.

Meet with the captain, walk through the commercial streets and residential areas together, until you come to the heart of the city.

Ancient Roman Colosseum.

The large open open-air plaza that can accommodate more than 5,000 people has a distinctive personality and distinctive features.

At the same time, in post-disaster reconstruction, the decision to reproduce ancient miracles also appears extravagant.

"Tsk... How rich is Mosik City?"

No one can know the answer.

"Okay! You guys are restrained. You should be more organized, don't lose face outside. You know, we represent the face of Hu Jingcheng! And..."

"The big guys here, we can't afford to provoke any of them."

Although there was no saliva secretion, the hidden corpse driven by McCree still swallowed.

It must be false to say that you are not nervous.

Passing through the dim corridor, surrounded by several city guards, the Hu Jingcheng team moved forward until they entered the field.

An emergency meeting held in the name of the federal government.

Today, the agenda is officially opened.