"The second month is starting to flash again."

Cass raised her head and stood under a double-headed bear flag. This is the Republic of New California, the former Shasha Town, the small town of Sands a hundred years ago, and the capital of the Republic of New California.

Everyone around her holding wine glasses also raised their heads with her eyes, and the dark moon rising and falling with the moon in the air was indeed flashing slightly at this moment.

At the inauguration ceremony of the third voluntary school funded by the Black Cross Merchants Group, she was shaking hands with the President, and both sides showed professional smiles in front of the camera. At this moment, the moon flashed. The flagpole behind her was hung with the ncr national flag of the two-headed bears and the black cross Merchants flag beside her.

"Give people a feeling of inauspiciousness." His attention, which was originally taken away by the moon in the sky, seemed to feel a little dissatisfied, "It's just a natural celestial phenomenon. But it always makes me uncomfortable."

"It's just a natural phenomenon." Cass smiled, "Your Excellency the President don't have to worry too much."

"you're right."

With neat white walls and green tiles, this voluntary school looks even cleaner than the government office. The strong financial and technical strength of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce has been confirmed in the construction of large-scale aid in the past few months. With the help of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce's technical department, the government department can finally have its own water supply system. The president's office even has a lounge with an electric jacuzzi.

From Los Angeles to Baja California, the tentacles of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce are constantly extending, and the living standards of the people on the half of the West Coast have been greatly improved. Although anyone with knowledge can understand the deformed power structure that such an unfamiliar foreign group will have after taking the dominance of discourse in the Republic, their situation is so fierce that many people have not even had time to react, and they are already surrounded by the Black Cross trademark.

The Black Cross Chamber brings more than just clean and cheap food and water, it brings the same idea, a cultural concept of "we can live better". From dilapidated houses and dusty rust iron cans, to the clean and tidy roads and cured meat in transparent and clear glass jars, from standard nuclear fusion batteries to vacuum cleaners, radios, and even household water purifiers and radiation detectors... The Black Cross Chamber seems to have brought back the glory of the previous generation—even if only a little bit.

Of course, what is worrying is not just the cultural invasion of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce. The second moon in the sky, which appeared almost at the same time, attracted people's attention for a period of time, allowing the expansion of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce to proceed smoothly. When the second month first appeared, many people thought this was a sign of the arrival of the doomsday. Various sects that advocated the near-date doomsday were prevalent on the Tao, and even once affected the daily lives of NCR residents.

Until a few weeks passed, the moon did not seem to have any difference to people. The legendary doomsday disaster has not arrived, so everyone lowered their heads and continued to live their lives. The official claims that this is a kind of "normal astronomical phenomenon". It is said that it is related to the refraction of the atmosphere and the hallucinations caused by light... Anyway, no one can understand these things, and it will not fall and smash people to death, which is enough.

There is also an abnormal phenomenon in the second month, that is, it often flickers, and sometimes its brightness will suddenly rise. This flicker is considered a trick of certain light, which may be related to the sun. However, so far, no one has been able to find the pattern of flickering, which has become an unsolved mystery.

However, the most unsolved mystery on the wasteland is the unsolved mystery. Thanks to radiation, various "unsolved mystery" are produced here every day. New mutated creatures, new madmen, new organizations...just like there is some unknown vitality hidden deep in this barren land. It is said that in the Mojave Desert area in the south, the headquarters of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce has tamed a new mutated creature called Feiguang... It sounds like a fly's name, but it is said that the merchant who has seen "Flying Guang" claims that this thing is as big as a locomotive on one end and can travel through the sand... It sounds like a thing used by wasteland people in the desert to pull carts.

Only a very small number of people know what the "second month" is. And what is going on with its flashing from time to time.

A long way from the Republic of New California, to the east of the Mojave Desert, there is a steep valley deep into the hinterland of the reorganized "Unicorn Legion". It is shrouded in black clouds all year round, and even members of the Legion never dare to get involved.

This mysterious valley has the legend of being able to eat without blinking. People who try to break into the valley have never come out. According to the legend of tribal people, the valley is home to the most dangerous creatures on the wasteland. It is just that they are imprisoned in the valley by some kind of restriction, so they cannot escape from the mountain range.

This is the location of the "Great Mountains". The most cutting-edge scientific research center in the United States before the war, gathering the secret scientific research base with the smartest scientific minds in the United States. However, its name is now "big pit". The bombing of nuclear weapons destroyed its top defense layer, turning the former sky into a circular basin canyon, but the scientific research facilities here and the ghosts before the war still wander here, and have never stopped for two hundred years.

A middle-aged man in pre-war hunting suit was standing on the edge of the apron in the mountains with a hunting rifle on his back. He had a thick mustache and dressed meticulously. If he had not been in the era more than two hundred years after the war, he would have been considered a gentleman in a holiday hunting safari.

"Hmph...what is this?"

The man squatted down and pulled the corpse transported from the flying bird helicopter with his fingers. The corpse was like a deformed giant snake, with a strange appearance and covered with miserable scratches. Experienced hunters could see that these claw marks were traces left by the overlord of the wasteland food chain - the death claw. Judging from the attacks it suffered, its outer skin was so tough that it could be compared with the alloy protective layer of the power armor.

"The legion found it. When it was found, it had killed three death claws. The legion's lord handed over this corpse to us, hoping that we can find out where it came from. There have been many missing livestock in the eastern territory of the legion's territory recently, and the legion's lord suspected it was related to this corpse."

"Isn't this a biological weapon created by the Black Cross bastards? You still need to check it? You can tell it with your heels." The middle-aged man sneered.

"However, the problem lies here. This 'Fei Guang' is not our product. Its cloning is quite imperfect, its genes are incomplete, and it has been scanned and inspected by us. The head has quite precise electronic instruments to control its movements. To sum up, we believe that this should be copied by a post-war force with considerable technological strength after obtaining the sample of the Fei Guang." The member of the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce responsible for the transportation said slowly.

"In other words, you want to know which one came up with it?" The middle-aged man showed a playful smile. "After the war, there were very few organizations that could have such biotechnology, which can be said to be 100% related to pre-war scientific research institutions. So you come to me because I am most familiar with the United States' pre-war scientific research institutions."

"Yes, Mr. House."

The other party's humble and polite attitude made the genius rich man who had resurrected the dead and had some trouble. Although he has revitalized his body with the help of the plane traveler's technological strength, and according to Su Jing's promise, this body can even make him live forever, but the new Vegas giant was still extremely angry that the new Vegas city he had carefully managed was taken away by the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce.

He was thrown to the Great Mountains Research Center by semi-house arrest, and the price of quarrels with a few idle pre-war brain think tanks here all day long, which made him live a lot of leisurely life. However, with his youth, the nature of scientific researchers also awakened from his body. The external universe technology brought by the plane traveler made him and the think tanks here unbearable. Fortunately, the equipment here is complete, and with the assistance of the six smartest minds in the United States before the war, the Great Mountains have produced many new scientific research results during this period.

"Okay, I will take a look with difficulty, but I cannot bring any guarantee. For me, the more the savages in the Legion die, the better, and I will treat it as a contribution to the purity of the wasteland."

I heard that the Legion has changed its master now and even its flag, Robert House still doesn't think these ancient spiritual Romans can do anything great. The civil war of the Legion is said to have just subsided, and the current "Legion Lord" pursues a peaceful foreign policy. It has a good relationship with the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce. ncr, Legion, New Vegas, the East Coast Brotherhood Brotherhood, the Great Mountains... Several forces use the Black Cross Chamber of Commerce as their hub, and have a faint tendency to form an interest alliance.

If this interest alliance is really formed, then the entire wasteland may not have an opponent to compete with in the face of this huge monster.

Will the long-lost peace be formed under the conclusion of such an alliance?

Let the robot transport the body to the biological laboratory. House was not surprised to see Dr. Dara was already sharpening her knife and waiting.

Although he had long been accustomed to their weird appearance, House still didn't want to imagine that he might become one of them one day. These think tanks transplanted their brains into petri dishes, similar to Mr. Clever's mobile platform, and included monitors, speakers, and multiple mechanical appendages... They looked like aliens running out of second-rate science fiction movies. Robert House himself is a big expert in robot design. He thanked Bumin for this weird design that lacks beauty and coordination.

"If you have no objection, just mix it with these bloody and bloody things. I just need to take a look at the electronic components in its mind." House stood a little far away from Dr. Dara. This psychopathic think tank (then, none of these think tanks have a normal mind) loves to dissect organic organisms, has a profound attainment in this area, and has created many quite dangerous hybrid creatures in the past two hundred years.

For a lunatic who claimed to have more than two hundred doctorates (House believes this is an academic title fraud that arises from excessive discipline segmentation), he decided to stay away from it while it was working.

The crunching sound of the circular saw was heard, and then the disgusting sound of flesh and blood tearing, and Dr. Dara's feminine voice kept coming to comment.

After finally waiting for it to remove the pirated version of Feiguang from eight pieces, the thing House was waiting for finally landed on the alloy pallet with a jingle.

"I won't say thank you." House frowned and picked up the small chip with his glove-wearing fingers. He rinsed the chip in the operating room pool, washed off the meninges and blood stains on it, then dried it with a hot air fan, and finally placed it on a small glass sheet.

"microscope……"

A large part of House's wealth came from his innovative inventions in robots and related electronics industries. He could be said to be the most outstanding entrepreneur and scientist of that era. The structure of this electronic chip is very complex, but it cannot be hidden from his eyes.

"The structure is very mature, not something that students tinker with in their laboratory on a whim. It is a mature and industrialized product." He is very sure of his judgment. "In the use of materials, he does not blindly pursue efficacy and miniaturization, but takes into account the difficulty of production and the price of materials... This design idea is very mature and has been optimized many times."

"However, the pre-war enterprises I contacted were probably the only military...Western Technology? No, the style of Western Technology is not like this. Western Technology pursues durability and fault tolerance. The style of this thing is quite exquisite... It is quite academic and rigorous."

Perhaps this word aroused some of his associations, and Robert House couldn't help but think of the university he attended, the best science and technology college in the world.

"……Um?"

The three letters almost jumped into his mind and appeared under the microscope. Three small letters imprinted on the platinum negative.

Mystery.

"MIT..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!