Something big has happened to the Black Hawks!

In the Doomsday Wasteland, information travels faster than before the end of the world, and almost the next day, at dawn, all the forces in the entire region, including the Rangers, know that something has happened to the Black Hawks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And further, I can even inquire about the details -- the Black Eagle Regiment has provoked people who should not be provoked, not only has its own gathering place been blown up by the other party, but even the top level of the Black Eagle Regiment has been killed by more than half!

If it was just a gathering place that was knocked out, then everyone was just looking at the excitement, as if Faeron had killed the two gathering places of the Black Eagle Regiment before, and everyone else was watching from the sidelines, but they didn't want to take advantage of the opportunity. The fist in the wasteland is the biggest, and the deterrent power of the Black Eagle Regiment does not come from their territory, nor from those rogue troops who have graduated with a master's degree in eating, drinking, and having fun, but from their high-level leaders, and those with strong high-level authority and ability are the fangs of the Black Eagle Regiment.

Therefore, other forces did not dare to make a move, because they were afraid that the other party would target them, and then attract the retaliation of the Black Eagle Regiment.

But now, most of the fangs of the Black Eagle Regiment have been pulled out in one go, which naturally shocked everyone.

And after the shock, everyone immediately exploded like a hornet that had been stabbed in the nest.

The Black Eagle Regiment lost three Level 5 Authority Capable Persons at once, which was a major event that had never been done before. Just as Faeron is like a butcher slaughtering a pig to a low-level ability, the Black Eagle Regiment is basically the same crushing when facing other forces. Run it over and press it back, and crush the other party even the belt bones to pieces.

From this point of view, the struggle of power in the last days is more like those fantasy novels -- first the boss comes forward to fight to the death, and then the younger brother follows. If the boss of both sides fights without a win, then the younger brother will naturally complete the rest. But if the boss is directly killed by the other party............ Forget it, just surrender.

In the wasteland, this method is popular and loved by all major forces. On the contrary, it is Fei Lun's practice of killing all the chickens and dogs without leaving them all behind that is chilling -- there is no large-scale unified force yet, and various organizational forces are trying by all means to expand and increase their manpower. However, in reality, the population is still scarce, the living conditions are not good, and the medical conditions are lacking, so even the gathering places maintained by various forces are powerless to deal with this kind of thing. What's more, it also takes time for a child to be born and become a help when he grows up. And now, what the various forces lack most is time.

Therefore, what they prefer is that the boss comes forward, fights with the other party first, and whoever wins will follow whomever he wants. The survival of the fittest in primitive society is also suitable now, which is why after Feren killed the boss of the legion, the ninth district simply swept through the legion gathering place like a bamboo. The trickiest guys were all sliced and studied by Faeron, and the rest was just enough for the Big Seven to knock casually, which was enough to make them kneel down and cry for their mother. Now that it has only been a few decades since the cataclysm, and the living environment is so difficult, most people have no impression of fighting to the death for freedom, justice and even the country. Not to mention that the land where they are located is itself a country of immigrants, and the ethno-religious cohesion is greater than the concept of the state.

So the current power structure on the wasteland is that the high-rise building determines the substructure, and there are more strong people above, and there are more followers below, if there are fewer strong people, then there will be fewer followers.

And right now, the Black Hawk Regiment is encountering such a problem.

After it was determined that the Black Hawk Regiment had killed three high-ranking members, the following was immediately chaotic.

In particular, in those places close to the gathering places of other forces, a large number of people fled in a short period of time -- and their destination was only one, and that was the Rangers who were able to confront the Black Hawk Regiment and have held out until now.

For the Rangers, though, this isn't good news either.

"Someone again?"

Majors looked at his red-eyed colleague and couldn't help asking. Hearing his inquiry, the other Ranger nodded wearily.

"More than fifty people have come, and the above wants us to be ready to receive them, of course, in order to prevent them from making trouble within the Rangers, they must first conduct a period of quarantine and review........." Saying this, the Ranger also couldn't help but shake his head. You say, how did the Black Hawks get this one? Now the people above have gone crazy, the Council of Elders has been in session for three days, and I heard that they have decided to take this opportunity to trouble the Black Eagle Regiment, saying that they want to regain lost territory........."

"How dare you think about it."

Hearing this, Mortgers also sighed. He didn't expect that an unconfirmed piece of news would make the Council of Elders so crazy.

However, if you think about it carefully, Molders also has to admit that the madness of the Presbyterian Church is not unreasonable.

He has been with the Rangers since he was a child, and he is well aware of the grievances between the Rangers and the Black Hawk Regiment. In fact, the original boss of this area was not the Black Hawks, but the Rangers. However, due to the Rangers' philosophy, they are reluctant to form a powerful political entity, so they prefer to unite their forces in the form of city-state alliances, and they are content to be the leaders here.

Without the existence of the Black Hawks, it can be said that the ideal of the Rangers could indeed be realized. But alas, the Black Hawk Regiment appeared.

This force seems to have been working against the Rangers since the day it was born. First, they gathered the almost breathless gangs and small forces that had been suppressed by the Rangers. Then with the port as the core, it began to expand gradually. At first, the Rangers didn't take the Black Hawk Regiment seriously, but when the other side blossomed on all sides, the Rangers also found that they were in big trouble.

And it's their own big trouble.

If it is a force like the Ninth District, there are people who want to make trouble for themselves, and they will be killed without saying a word. But the Rangers can't, their philosophy is fairness, justice, freedom and democracy, so when the Rangers want to unite with other gathering places to jointly attack the Black Hawk Regiment, they must first contact the managers of other gathering places and then have a meeting......... Well, a meeting.

So the rest was all tears.

In fact, even if it is not the last days, the human heart is not necessarily pure. Regarding the proposal of the Rangers to jointly send troops to fight the Black Hawk Regiment, the small gathering place does not have this ability, and is afraid that the Rangers will be deceived into becoming cannon fodder, and when the time comes, their strength will be weakened and they can only merge into the Rangers and hesitate. As for the slightly larger gatherings, they are also worried that the other party will use this method to kill people with knives, weakening their own strength so that the Rangers can control them.

As a result, the two sides were engaged in all kinds of quarrels, and the Ranger was also angry -- Rogers also knew that the elders of the Ranger at that time may not have such thoughts in their hearts, not to mention that the Black Hawk Regiment at that time was indeed just a threat to them.

threats, but not yet the enemy.

In fact, by the time the Rangers confirmed that the Black Hawks were their enemies, they had already lost the ability to fight the Black Hawks.

The Rangers did not intend to fight the Black Hawk Regiment, there had been several fierce battles between the two sides, but in the end, the Rangers suffered heavy losses -- more than half of the twelve members of the Council of Elders had lost, and the rest except for the three Great Elders, all of them were only capable people with fourth-level authority. And even those big shots are too old to withstand any fierce battles.

That's why the Rangers want to hunt that mutated claw, if they don't have enough strength, then they're really dead.

In fact, the current rangers are already sunset, and their high-level strength is not as good as the Black Hawk Regiment, their manpower is not as good as the Black Hawk Regiment, and their territory is not as good as the Black Hawk Regiment. If it weren't for the Black Hawk Regiment itself considering that the expansion was too fast and needed to slow down the time for internal digestion, I'm afraid the Rangers would have been overwhelmed by this time.

Because of this, when it was learned that the Black Hawk Regiment had lost more than half of its top positions at once, the Rangers immediately exploded.

Majors was pulled up in the middle of the night, and three days had passed since then. The Presbyterian side was even more exaggerated, according to the rumors that Molders had heard, the Presbyterians had not stepped out of the conference room since they got up in the middle of the night for a meeting. This also made Molgers secretly sigh that the big men of the Presbyterian Church still had such a diligent time.

At the same time, he also shook his head secretly -- the bureaucratic system of the rangers really needs to be changed, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that any opportunity will be ruined.

And just as Molders was thinking wildly, a message suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Majors, meet me in the reception room."

Molges was stunned for a moment at the sound of this, and then he immediately stood up and walked out the door. Then he came to a reception room not far from the third floor, and at the door, Molders paused for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door. Soon, the voice of an old man full of majesty and slightly hoarse came from within.

"Come in."

Hearing this, Molgers pushed the door open and walked into the room. I saw that in the living room at this moment, there was only an old man sitting quietly on the sofa, he looked about sixty years old, and his figure was slightly emaciated, but the most striking thing was the old man's face -- the left half of his face looked as if it had been torn apart by some large beast, and the muscles of his entire face showed a terrible distorted form. Even the old man's left eye narrowed, as terrifying as a wolf. However, Mortgers has great respect for the old man in front of him, because this old man is his teacher, and at the same time, he is also one of the three great elders of the Ranger Elders.

"Teacher, how's the situation going?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Hearing Modges' curious inquiry, the old man sighed helplessly. It stands to reason that he should not have revealed the internal affairs of the Presbyterian Church to his students. But now, the old man looked helpless and depressed.

"They still feel that the intelligence is unreliable, and some even think that it is all a conspiracy of the Black Hawks............... Alas, after so many years, the rangers are no longer good, and people's hearts are scattered........."

Hearing this, Molders was also silent. He also knew what the old man said, and the current presbyterian council always liked to be safe and foolproof. Maybe it was because the Black Eagle group was too miserable before, but now no matter what the situation is, the first thing is to ask for safety first. But in fact, what is safe? Sometimes, thinking too much ends up in the end. It's like the previous hunting mutant death claw, originally said that the rangers shot it themselves, but it turned out that they were afraid that this mutant death claw would make the rangers lose too much, and it would be more difficult to resist the pressure of the Black Eagle Regiment, so they would rather spend money to recruit mercenaries. The result is good, the meat to the mouth was snatched away. What's even more frustrating is that they haven't found a reason to do so.........

"Teacher, what are you looking for me?"

Majors coughed, then diverted the topic and asked. The affairs of the Council of Elders are not for him to intervene into, let alone to be managed. And the teacher came to him in the middle of a meeting, apparently, not to complain. He knows his teacher, not the kind of person who will complain when he is bored. The reason why I called myself over is obviously something.

"That's right."

Hearing Molders' inquiry, the old man's expression became a little more serious, he stared at Molders and asked.

"I want you to give a detailed report on the previous incident."

"Before?"

Hearing this, Molders was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

"You mean the mutant deathclaw? I've already made a report to the Presbyterian Church........."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

However, before Molders could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand.

"Do you still have an impression of the one you said earlier, the person who killed the mutated deathclaw?"

"This ..............."

Molders was obviously a little surprised by the old man's inquiry, but he nodded anyway.

"Yes, teacher, I still remember."

"Very well, tell me now, there are a few of them."

"Hmm......... There are four in total, three women and one man. ”

"So, do you still have an impression of what that man looked like and what clothes he wore?"

"Hmm......... He was probably in his twenties, and he was dressed quite cleanly, and he was wearing a black trench coat and a .........," said Mortgers, drawing a circle. "It's a strange look like such a big hat."

"How he fought, you know?"

"I don't know much about this............

"Uh-huh..............."

Hearing this, the old man paused, then he took out a piece of paper and placed it on the table, and dotted on it.

"Look, are you dressed like this?"

In the face of the old man's inquiry, Majors also stretched out his hand and took the piece of paper--it was a sketch, and it seemed that the person who drew the painting still had some skills, but it was not very good. But it doesn't matter, at least, he clearly depicts the characteristics of the characters in the painting.

It was a man in a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat. Although the other party did not draw a face, Majors recognized the person in the painting at a glance.

"That's him, what's wrong with him?"

Seeing this piece of paper, Mortgers nodded very surely, but he still couldn't hold back and asked. It's really not Jacks gossip, with his IQ, he can become a mid-level Ranger at such a young age, if you can't see that there is a problem in it, then let's go home and farm.

"Hehe..............."

Hearing Molders' answer, the old man smiled wryly, then leaned back on the couch, and after a long time, he let out a long breath.

"I heard that the Rangers had a little bit of friction with him?"

"A little friction has been resolved."

Speaking of this, Molders' face was not good-looking, he gave in at that time, but it was forced by the situation, and Molders was not willing to really fight with Feron. But even so, he is a young man after all, young and vigorous, and this kind of thing bowing to others for no reason will not make people happy.

But to Morges's surprise, the old man actually smiled at himself.

"You've done a good job, you're good, I'm proud of you. I've heard all about what happened that day, well, maybe you don't know, in fact, everything you did pulled us Rangers back from the brink of destruction. ”

"Teacher?"

In the face of the old man's words, Molgers didn't even know what to do to react.

"What are you talking about.........?"

"Do you know who he is?"

This time, the old man did not answer immediately, but pointed to the person in the portrait again, and Molders shook his head as a matter of course.

"He introduced himself as Feron, and I looked like an Oriental, but other than that, I didn't know about it."

Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes and snorted softly.

"Huh......... Let me tell you, he's one of the Big Seven in District 9, codenamed 'The Doctor'. ”

"Ninth District in the wilderness?"

Faced with this answer, Molders was obviously quite surprised, like the Black Hawks, the Rangers were somewhat sensitive to the composition of the surrounding forces. It's just that because the distance is too far, it is more just a state of "long-term name", as if Chinese know that there is Venezuela in the world, but they don't understand the situation of this country at all.

However, the old man's next sentence completely made Molders stand on the spot.

"That's right, and after our repeated verification, it is certain that he was the one who slaughtered the gathering place of the Black Eagle Regiment before and eliminated the three high-ranking people of the Black Eagle Regiment!"

"What?"

Hearing this, Majors finally couldn't sit still anymore, and he stood up violently, looking at his teacher in disbelief.

"Is this true?"

"We have contacted the intelligence officers within the Black Hawk Regiment, and we have also questioned the members of the Black Hawk Regiment who have defected to us these days, and we can confirm that the 'Thor' did provide information to the top management about the murderer who attacked the gathering place, and clearly identified the 'doctor'......... We had doubts about the accuracy of this information, but now it seems that there is a high probability that the person who attacked the Black Hawk Regiment was a 'doctor', and with your confirmation, it seems that there should be no problem. ”

Saying this, the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"After all, there can be no such coincidence."

“…………………”

Hearing the old man's words, Majors opened his mouth to say, "This is impossible", but soon, he immediately thought of the rain of light that was deeply imprinted in his brain and fell from the sky.........

Belch......... He didn't know what would happen to those with high authority, but Mortgers was sure that if he was inside, he would definitely not survive.

And just as Mortis was thinking nonsense, he saw the old man suddenly raise his head to look at him, and then showed a strange smile. And when he saw the old man's smile, Majors felt uneasy -- in his memory, once the old man showed such a smile, it was certainly not a good thing.

Sure enough, soon, Majors heard the old man speak.

"Majors, I want you to be able to get in touch with this 'doctor' on behalf of the Rangers."

Hearing this, Molders' whole person was not good.