(Thanks to Shouxinjiji for his reward... By the way, in order to meet the requirements of a reader, he almost stuck me with Kawen... As expected, it would be better to do less of this kind of thing in the future)

Perhaps this week-long journey was boring most of the time. When the rotation driver was so energetic that he was racing on the wasteland alone, the others could only doze in power armor under the scorching sun. However, even if it was just a caravan wearing armor and holding weapons on the road, the savages who were chasing the car with white hair all over the road, and the savages chasing the car, wearing unique animal skin costumes, peeping at their tribes in their fortress. They did not consider the strength and roaring super mutants who rushed over, scaring them to turn around and escape from their lives at 180 degrees, which was enough to make the team of people in the other world who had been away from the wasteland for several years remember the cruelty and indifference of this land again.

Whether it is Leeds and the others, or the members of the Steel Brotherhood who are already accustomed to the new atmosphere of "Brothers City", this journey was a good warm-up. At least this evening, after coming to Qingquan Town on the edge of the Mojave area, the indifferent and vigilant eyes of the residents who told what the real wasteland style was, did not surprise them.

Of course, there will be complaints that only stay on your mouth, although I don’t know who the person is facing this complaint, “I’m cheating, follow you guys and cans to act together, even the three handsome guys and beauties with charm 10 are being stared at by cold eyes.”

Although Qingquan Town has an empty room, Leeds, who can only sit in a small circle of three cars besieged overnight, has sufficient reason to complain - he would rather sleep on the dirty and hard pre-war mattress than sleeping next to three cars where "once you are hit by a heavy weapon, it is a miniature nuclear explosion."

In response to this, the leader of the diplomatic team of the Iron Brotherhood, who is Elder Ryan's son-in-law, could only say that he could do nothing, "This is also a problem... I didn't expect that the folk reputation of the Western Brotherhood would be so bad." After all, the East Coast and the West Coast were separated from the entire continent, so it would be great that they could get the key information from the opposite side. Miscellaneous information such as folk reputation can only say "You can do it yourself."

"That's the 'normal Brotherhood of Steel'." A member of the Brotherhood of Steel sitting next to Poole said lightly, "It's not necessarily that the method of plundering the technology before the war is enjoyed by yourself. There is no such thing as justice in the eyes of others... I think you can understand this feeling."

"…………” Poole fell silent.

He was able to understand the deep meaning of the other party's words, because his hometown "101 Shelter" collapsed because he was invaded by the "abandoned people" who claimed to be "real members of the Steel Brotherhood".

And the reason for the invasion is just for the supplies in the pre-war arsenal. Is it good for such a group of people to hold more arms in their hands?

Lyon looked at the fraternity member who was speaking just now, "Brother, are you worthy of being a member of this diplomatic team... Well, your mind is 'open enough'?" If the words that sounded sarcastic and sarcastic just now came out of their mouths, of course there was no problem at all, but it would be strange to say them from the members of the Iron Brotherhood, especially the middle and senior members who have been given "t51b"!

"Don't care, I'm just a whisperer. Now, I just want to feed the dog while drinking nuclear coke~" As he said this, he had already picked up the food plate and nuclear coke, left the fire to greet the dog meat and dogs* Ritian.

"Uh...well, there have always been many weirdos on the wasteland, I understand." Lyon shrugged.

"Haha..." Poole smiled bitterly, "That's my senior. He usually likes to run around and increase his knowledge. When he returns to the camp, he tells stories to his friends. Generally speaking, we call him "storyteller"... Well, maybe because he knows a lot and is a bit unsociable, please forgive me."

Leeds suddenly became strange: "It sounds like this kind of person should have a chattering attribute? But I haven't heard him talk much these days?"

"...Seven days ago, I said to him, 'If you talk nonsense, I will punch your mouth with my death claw glove'." Clausa, who was sitting in the same car as the storyteller, looked disgusted. Well, it seemed that he was very upset about the conversation that Leeds and Lyon were bothered together.

"Well, please show mercy... He is the humanoid encyclopedia of our Special Administrative Region Iron and Steel Brotherhood." He did not boast at all. If everyone in the Brotherhood listened to the storytellers' "Fallout Lecture Hall" patiently, their level of knowledge would definitely have a qualitative leap.

Although this knowledge is meaningless in the eyes of most members of the Iron Brotherhood, it is of no help in the development of war technology.

"Hmph. Don't let me take the same car with him in the future." In fact, Clausa just needs to make a request early... It's really hard-working, it's a bit arrogant~~

"It's okay," Poole breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want one of his most trusted partners to clash with the most interesting partners in the Brotherhood. "By the way, we'll discuss the negotiations with the NCR senior officials in the Mohavi outpost in a while. Leeds, are you interested in joining?"

"I was stabbed from the back by a politician not long ago and I was not interested in playing with that kind of person anymore."

"My words, well, it's enough to watch the fun next to you~"

“…Not interested.”

"It's all against the vote." After receiving the reply from his teammates, Leeds also hinted at his attitude.

"What a pity... If you can get your talent assistance, I think you will get better results." Poole looked regretful. Now he has understood that the journey he was looking for his father three years ago, Leeds and Lyon made many problems solve in better forms through the art of language.

However, since I have already experienced the language technology, it seems that it is enough to leave this negotiation to him to realize it.

"That's nothing to do. Compared with the boring negotiations between local forces and local forces, I want to find something more interesting to do..."

(Bang--!)

A distant gunshot responded to Leeds' words.

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"Damn it, it's just a salted fish?! Based on my intuition of a game character, I thought I could definitely find a seriously injured girl who fell to the ground. After she rescued her, she led us to interesting things like the 'water purification project' and 'fight against Incred' like Poole'!"

It is normal for gunfire to appear on the wasteland. A thirsty passerby a canal holding a bottle of nuclear Coke in his hand and jumped over with one shot. If he hears the gunfire, he will definitely not live long. Most people understand these principles... However, it is a pity that there is a guy who is dying of idleness here.

"No... Baimao said it was right. In theory, he was really 'seriously injured and fell to the ground' now." Lyon looked at Leeds with a ghost look, not knowing whether he was surprised by Leeds's prediction as he had done back then, or by the vitality of a man who was still undead when he shot the bullet into the forehead.

"What did you say... OK, separate, go ahead, it's time to save people! A novel and interesting script is waiting for us!" Leeds took out food and water from his backpack "justly" and prepared to form a temporary team to recover the blood of the other party.

"Wait, I'll do it?" Lyon instantly understood what he meant from Leeds' righteous expression!

"It's not the first day you know me. When did men and women have been equal in front of me?" Leeds took it for granted.

"Well... Klausa? It's just artificial respiration, or..."

"I know very well who the wasteland residents are generally, I am too lazy to save them." Clausa is not a person with American superhero sense, and she is too lazy to do anything like saving bad people.

“………………It may be a good person, it may be a bad person…”

"Go on, part, it's time to show your American agent's fraternity spirit!"

"When did his American agent have ever had 'fraternity'... Um..." The middle-aged uncle with a bloody face and a bad looking look is hard to talk!
Chapter completed!