Something big happened to the Black Hawk Group!

In the era of Doomsday Wasteland, information was circulating faster than before the Doomsday. Almost the next day, all forces in the entire region, including the Rangers, knew that something big happened to the Black Hawk regiment. And further, we can even find out a detailed look - the Black Hawk regiment got into trouble with someone he shouldn't have messed up. Not only was the other party's gathering place blown up, but even half of the Black Hawk regiment's top level were killed!

If you are simply knocked out by someone, then everyone is just watching the fun. It is like Feiren used to kill two gathering places of the Black Hawks, and the others were watching, but they did not want to take the opportunity to take action. The fist on the wasteland is the greatest. The Black Hawks' deterrent power does not come from their territory, nor the rogue army who graduated from master's degree in food, drink, and entertainment, but from their senior management. Those with powerful high authority abilities are the fangs of the Black Hawks.

Therefore, other forces did not dare to take action because they were afraid that the other party would target them and attract revenge from the Black Hawks.

But now, most of the fangs of the Black Hawk Group were pulled out in one breath, which naturally shocked everyone.

After being shocked, everyone immediately exploded with a "boom" sound like a hornet stabbed in a nest.

The Black Hawk Group lost three level five authority abilities all at once, which was a big event that had never happened before. Just like Feiren was just like a butcher slaughtering pigs, the Black Hawk Group basically crushed the same when facing other forces. It was over and then crushed back, and crushed the opponent's belt and bones to pieces before it was considered a break.

From this point of view, the struggle of forces in the end of the world is more like those fantasy novels - first the boss comes forward to fight for life and death, and then the younger brother follows. If the boss of both sides fights without a winner, then the rest is naturally the younger brother to complete. But if the boss is killed directly by the other party... forget it, just surrender directly.

In the wasteland, this method is very popular and is also loved by all major forces. On the contrary, Feiren's practice of killing all the chickens and dogs is disappointing. There is currently no unified large-scale force, and various organizations are trying to expand and increase their staff. However, in reality, the population is still short of people, living conditions, and lack of medical conditions, which makes even the gathering places maintained by various forces, unable to do anything about this. What's more, it also takes time to be a helper when a child is born and grows up. Now, the most scarce thing for each force is time.

Therefore, what they prefer is that the boss comes forward and fights with the other party first, and whoever wins will follow. The survival of the fittest in primitive society is also suitable now, which is why after Feiron killed the boss of the army, the ninth district swept the gathering place of the army like a storm. The most difficult guys were all studied by Feiron, and the rest was just a little bit beaten by the seven giants, which was enough to make them kneel down and cry. Now it’s only decades since the catastrophe, and the living environment is so difficult. Most people have no impression of fighting for freedom, justice and even the country. Not to mention that the land they are currently in is an immigrant country. Compared with the concept of the country, the cohesion of race and religion is even greater.

Therefore, the current power structure on the wasteland is that high-rise buildings determine the lower buildings. If there are more strong people on the top, there will be more followers below. If there are fewer strong people, there will be fewer followers.

And now, this is the problem that the Black Hawks encounters.

After confirming that the Black Hawks had killed three senior members, the following immediately became in chaos.

Especially those gathering places close to other forces, a large number of people fled in a short period of time - and there was only one destination, that is, the Rangers who could fight against the Black Hawks and persisted until now.

But this is not good news for the Rangers.

"Is someone coming again?"

Moges looked at his colleague with red eyes and couldn't help but ask. When he heard his inquiry, another Ranger nodded exhaustedly.

"More than fifty people have come, and the superiors have to prepare for acceptance. Of course, in order to avoid causing trouble within the Rangers, they must first conduct a period of isolation and review..." When he said this, the Ranger couldn't help but shook his head. "You said, how could the Black Hawk regiment get this? Now the people above are crazy. The Presbyterian Church has been inauspicious for three days. I heard that they have decided to take this opportunity to find trouble for the Black Hawk regiment, saying that they want to recover the lost land..."

"I really dare to think about it."

Hearing this, Moges sighed. He did not expect that an unconfirmed message would make the Presbyterian so crazy.

However, after careful imagination, Moges had to admit that the madness of the Presbyterian Church was not unreasonable.

He has followed Rangers since he was a child and knew all the grievances and hatreds between Rangers and the Black Hawks. In fact, the original boss in this area was not the Black Hawks, but the Rangers. However, due to the Rangers' concept, they were unwilling to form a powerful political entity, so they were more willing to unite forces through the form of city-state alliances. As long as they became the leader of the alliance here, they would be satisfied.

Without the existence of the Black Hawks, it can be said that the Rangers' ideal could indeed be realized. Unfortunately, the Black Hawks appeared.

This force seemed to have been facing the Rangers since its birth. They first gathered up the bandits and small forces that were almost breathless and suppressed by the Rangers. Then, with the port as the core, they began to gradually expand. At the beginning, the Rangers did not take the Black Hawk regiment seriously, but when the other side blossomed from all directions, the Rangers also found that they were in trouble.

And they are in trouble.

If a force like the Ninth District appears, someone who wants to cause trouble for himself will be killed without saying a word. But the Rangers are not good. Their philosophy is fairness, justice, freedom and democracy. Therefore, when the Rangers want to join forces with other gathering places to attack the Black Hawks, they must first contact the managers of other gathering places, and then hold a meeting... Well, a meeting.

So I burst into tears afterwards.

People in the end of the world are sinister. In fact, even if it is not the end of the world, people's hearts may not be very pure. Regarding the proposal of the Rangers to jointly send troops to fight the Black Hawks, the small gathering places do not have this ability. They are afraid that they will be deceived by the Rangers to be cannon fodder. When their strength is weakened, they will only be able to merge into the Rangers and are hesitant. As for those slightly larger gathering places, they are also worried that the other party will use this method to kill people and weaken their strength so that the Rangers can control them.

So the two sides argued all kinds of times, making the Rangers so angry. Moges also knew that the Rangers' elders might not have had such thoughts in their minds at that time, not to mention that the Black Hawks at that time were indeed just a threat to them.

Threat, but not yet an enemy.

In fact, when the Rangers confirmed that the Black Hawks were their enemy, they had already lost the capital to confront the Black Hawks.

The Rangers did not plan to fight the Black Hawks. 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 Presbyterian Church had lost. Except for the three great elders, the remaining ones were only capable people with level four authority. Moreover, even those big figures were old and could not withstand any fierce battles.

This is also why the Rangers want to hunt that mutated dead claw. If they don't have enough power, they will be really dead.

In fact, the Rangers are now considered to be sunset. Their senior management is not as strong as the Black Hawks, their manpower is not as good as the Black Hawks, and their territory is not as good as the Black Hawks. If the Black Hawks hadn't considered that the expansion was too fast, it would have been slowed down to digest internally, I'm afraid the Rangers would have been suppressed by now.

It is precisely because of this that when the Rangers learned that the Black Hawks had lost more than half of their high-level positions, the Rangers were immediately exploded.

Moges was pulled up in the middle of the night, and it has been three days since then. The Presbyterian Church is even more exaggerated. According to the rumors Moges heard, the people of the Presbyterian Church have not taken a step out of the conference room since they got up at the middle of the night for a meeting. This also made Moges sigh that the great figures of the Presbyterian Church still have such diligence.

At the same time, he shook his head secretly - the Rangers' bureaucracy really needs to be changed. If this continues, any chance will be ruined.

And just as Moges was thinking about it, a message suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Mogers, come to the reception room to see me."

Hearing this voice, Moges was stunned for a moment, then he immediately stood up and walked out of the door. Then he arrived at a reception room not far from the third floor. At the door, Moges stayed for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door. Soon, the voice of an old man full of majestic and slightly hoarse came from inside.

"Come in."

Hearing this voice, Moges pushed open the door and walked into the room. At this moment, in the living room, there was only an old man sitting quietly on the sofa. He looked about sixty years old and looked a little thin, but the most eye-catching was the old man's face - his left half of his face looked like he had been torn apart by some large beast, and the muscles on his entire face showed a terrible twisted shape. Even the old man's left eye narrowed, as if he was terrible as a wild wolf. However, Moges respected the old man in front of him very much, because this old man was his teacher and one of the three elders of the Rangers Presbyterian Church.

"Teacher, how is the situation?"

"I'll discuss it later."

Hearing Moges' curious inquiry, the old man sighed helplessly. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have disclosed the internal affairs of the Presbyterian Church to his students. But now, the old man looks helpless and depressed.

"They still think that the intelligence is unreliable, and some even think that this is the conspiracy of the Black Hawks...... Alas, after so many years, the Rangers are no longer able to do it, and people's hearts are dispersed..."

Hearing this, Moges was silent. He also knew what the old man said. The Presbyterian Church always liked to be safe and foolproof. Perhaps it was because he was too badly harmed by the Black Hawks before. No matter what the situation was, the first thing was to be safe first. But in fact, what was safe? Sometimes, if you think too much, you will lose it. Just like the previous hunting mutated dead claws. Originally, it was said that the Rangers took action by themselves, but the above was afraid that the mutated dead claws would cause the Rangers to lose too much and make it more difficult to withstand the pressure of the Black Hawks, so he would rather spend money to recruit mercenaries. As a result, the flesh that was in his mouth was snatched away. What was even more depressing was that they had nowhere to deal with it...

"Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

Moges coughed, then changed the subject and asked. The matters of the Presbyterian Church were not something he could ask about, nor was he able to care about. The teacher looked for him during the meeting, obviously not for complaining. He knew his teacher, not the kind of person who was bored and complained. The reason why he called himself over was obviously something.

“That’s how it is.”

Hearing Moges' inquiry, the old man's expression became a little serious. He stared at Moges and asked.

"I want you to report it in detail about that before."

"Before?"

Hearing this, Moges was stunned for a moment and then realized.

"You mean the mutated dead claw? I have already reported to the Presbyterian Church..."

"I'm not talking about this."

However, before Moges finished speaking, the old man waved his hand.

"Do you still have the impression of the person you mentioned before, who killed the mutant dead claw?"

"this……………"

Facing the old man's inquiry, Moges was obviously a little surprised, but he nodded.

"Yes, teacher, I still remember."

"Very good, tell me now, how many people are there in total."

"Well... there are four in total, three women and one man."

"So, do you still have the impression of what that man looks like and what clothes he wears?"

"Well... I'm about twenty years old, and I'm wearing a clean dress. He's wearing a black windbreaker and..." As he said, Moges drew a circle while drawing. "A hat of such a big one looks strange."

"How he fought, you know?"

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

"Um……………"

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

"Look, are you dressed like this?"

Faced with the old man's inquiry, Mogers also reached out and took the piece of paper - it was a sketch. It seemed that the person who painted seemed to have some skills, but it was not very good. But this was not important. At least, he clearly described the characteristics of the characters in the painting.

It was a man wearing a black windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat. Although the other party did not draw a face, Moges recognized who the person in the painting was at a glance.

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

Seeing this piece of paper, Moges nodded very surely, but he still couldn't help asking. It wasn't Moges' gossip. With his IQ, he could become a middle-level Ranger at such a young age. If there is no problem with it, then go home and farm.

"hehe……………"

Hearing Moges' answer, the old man smiled bitterly, then leaned back on the sofa. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"I heard that the Ranger had a little friction with him?"

"A little bit of friction has been resolved."

Speaking of this, Moges's face was not good-looking. He gave in at that time, but that was forced by the situation, and Moges was unwilling to really have a quarrel with Faren. But even so, he was also a young man after all, and he was young and vigorous, and inexplicably bowing his head to others will never make people happy.

But what surprised Moges was that the old man actually smiled at him.

"You did a good job, very well, I'm proud of you. I've heard 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?"

Facing the old man's words, Moges didn't even know what 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 Modges shook his head for granted.

"He introduced himself and said he was Faren. I looked like an Oriental, but I didn't understand anything other than that."

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