"Which is better, the West Coast or us? Guests from afar answers for us"

As a citizen of Boston, I am proud of our city, and I am proud of being a member of this city... Although we have faced many difficulties and we still have to fight the hard life in this wasteland to this day, we have survived and will continue to survive.

We have always believed that we are the most moral, disciplined, and kind and law-abiding citizens on this wasteland. This is the experience we have gained from fighting the barbarians in the wilderness outside the city. Only with the assistance of the volunteers and the strong resistance of the big walls can we survive in this city. Even if we need to worry about the "people-eating ghosts" unknowingly replacing our relatives and friends (even ourselves!), we are still the best humans in this area.

We have a superior democracy and willingness to fight to defend our freedom and life, which makes us call ourselves civilized people. Today, however, several guests from the West Coast City of Vegas show us a picture of a new world.

We have all heard of the Legions in the West, the Brotherhood of Steel in the Southern Capital, and the New California Republic far away on the other side of the continent, yet few of us have been able to go there and really see the environment there. Can they eat and wear warm clothes? Do they have clean water? Are they fighting? And are they better than us? Or are they the other way around? And Mr. Robert House, from New Vegas City, answered the answers to the question.

(Mr. Robert House is a... strange ghoul who claims to have lived before the war and used a way to maintain his youth "sorry, trade secrets". Although it sounds ridiculous, he is not a liar, and he really looks like the person on the Roberto Co., Ltd. poster I've seen!)

According to Mr. House, the West Coast has just recovered from a local war, and the New California Republic has won with the assistance of a new technology-business empire, defeating the terrible army of the savage army of the Legion and eventually trapped the Legion into a long internal war.

This emerging technology-business empire called itself the "Black Cross". In the south, the Capital Brotherhood, which distributed radiation-free clear water, seems to be part of it. Some even claim that the Black Cross Group is an industry under the Capital Brotherhood. Although rumors are rampant, one thing is confirmed, that is, this commercial group has always had close ties with the Iron Brothers.

What surprised me even more was the current livelihood level of the People's Livelihood of the New California Republic. If what Mr. House described was true, then they had even partially returned to the quality of life two hundred years ago, before the war! Clean water supply, rich agricultural production, basic cultural and educational system and a strong army. Compared with them, perhaps they are more qualified to be called civilized people.

Mr. House said that the Black Cross business system might soon extend to the Boston area. And at that time, should we welcome them openly or should we keep them out? I, as a glorious diamond city citizen, naturally have such concerns. What should we do if they are not as good as Mr. House said? What should we do if they are just like a legion trying to enslave us, or suck blood from us by dumping? If they don't care about us at all and are unwilling to provide us with aid buildings like the New Vegas Republic, what should we do?

Self-reliance. Boston people! We should not expect pies to fall from the sky. No matter where this black cross is, after hearing these news, we should muster up twelve points of courage to continue to develop our strength. If they are friends, we welcome them. Open the door and do business with them; and if they are not good intentions, we must also bombard them out. Like the cannibals in the "Academy", we must have the ability to defend our homes!

Perhaps, at this time, we should reflect for a moment, whether our actions were correct? Are we really right to drive the residents of smart zombies out of Diamond City? Have we expelled our friends? Because when facing a stronger country, we must unite all friends who can be united in order to maintain our dignity and independence.

The stories that have happened in this world have taught us a truth, that is, war, war will never change.

The pilgrimage is ready to go!

Our reporter Paipu

"Pip!!!"

Someone knocked on the wooden door of the newspaper in a fierce manner. The young reporter yawned and pulled out a ten-mm pistol from under the pillow, checked the bullet, then inserted it to his waist, put it on the loose leather jacket outside his pajamas, and then stepped on his torn slippers to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mayor Maidona's fat face, and two city security guards carrying baseball bats stood bored on both sides of the mayor.

"Mayor, what do you want to do when you knock on the door so early? Even if you are the mayor, it is very dangerous to break into a private house." The young reporter was not afraid. Obviously, he was prepared for the mayor's visit. "If I thought it was a thief and shot directly, wouldn't it be embarrassing to hurt you by mistake?"

"You! I have been tolerating your youth, but! Don't mess with people in the newspaper anymore! What academy, what kind of man-eating ghost is already ridiculous, this time another 'rich man from two hundred years ago' popped up?! Listen to it yourself, how ridiculous! There may be a corpse ghost who has lived for two hundred years, but the man's skin is so smooth. Can't you see that he is a liar? It's so exaggerated, and it's not credible when he hears it!"

The fat meat on the mayor's cheeks would tremble and tremble every time he roared. Every time Pipp couldn't help staring at the two pieces of fat when he spoke, causing her to miss a few more words.

"What I'm asking you!"

"What...oh, sorry, I was rushing for the manuscript last night, I didn't sleep enough...What did you say?" The reporter rubbed his nose.

"I ask you, where are those foreigners now? I want to drive these scammers out of this city! This is my city, and no 'rich man from two hundred years ago' is allowed to come and inspire people!"

The mayor's saliva sprayed on her face, and Pipp had already begun to think about what angle she should have escaped. Based on her experience, the mayor has such a big physique and is very slow to move. When she was even younger, she could slip away from under his arm, but in the past few years, she has grown a lot and always felt that if she wanted to escape, she had to talk about some skills...

"What? Where did they go? How do I know?" The reporter shrugged innocently, "I am a newspaper, not a hotel. Why don't you go to a hotel in the city to see it? Besides, isn't it better to have a broad mind? Isn't this evidence that they are liars... If you have the intention to come to find a few foreigners in person, why don't you pay attention to the giant pythons that are said to have appeared in the wild swamp recently..."

"Hmph...I'm staring at you!" Maidona stared at her hatefully, turned around and left.

This time I didn't expect to deal with it so simply this time...Pip scratched his head, feeling a little chill on his feet. When he looked down, a toe was exposed from the hole in the slippers.

Mayor Maidona has always been inconsistent with her. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because his newspaper editorials always disagree with him. However, to be honest, Pipp still doesn’t understand why Maidona gets very angry every time he says he is synthesized, and he always dislikes her.

Just on the roof of the Diamond City Hotel, Su Wubing stood high, staring at the mayor who was urgingly leading the security guard toward the hotel with a telescope.

"interesting……"

His eyes flashed with a strange luster. One of the telescopes is an ordinary optical telescope and the other is an infrared detector. This telescope is used to deal with the Invisible Boy. Since dealing with enemies carrying the Invisible Boy, the Montenegro base has begun to study relative countermeasures, and finally combining infrared detection and thermal sensing. Basically, enemies using the Invisible Boy can be detected 100%.

Mayor Maidona's body temperature is no different from that of ordinary people, but his images always look a little weird in the telescope, just like the color of the skin is different from that of normal people... However, without using the telescope, his skin is very normal.

It seems that there is a subtle difference in texture.

"..." Su Wubing adjusted the telescope's vision again.

This time I saw it more clearly. This pattern could see through the biological body. After a careful observation, he found that Mayor Maidona's body structure was the same as that of ordinary people. The only difference was that there seemed to be a small piece of metal embedded in the back of his head.

“Synthetic man?!”

After entering the Boston area, the four of them had heard the rumors about the academy's "people-eating ghost". However, this rumor is difficult to combine with the clone Feiguang they had seen before, and can clone a biological weapon. It does not mean that they can produce synthetic people who are "exactly the same as humans" in the rumors. However, an example appeared in front of them, which surprised Su Wubing.

He observed in the telescope for a long time. Mayor Maidona's voice, smile, and his movements... looked no different from ordinary people. If he had not seen the chips in his mind with perspective, he would never think that such a person... was a synthetic man.

His understanding of synthetics may be closer to robots. The "synthetics" he remembers are basically an enhanced upgrade version of normal robots. Indeed, Su Wubing did not expect that the synthetics here are the so-called biosynthetics.

The boy quickly woke up several companions, and the mayor's footsteps had already appeared at the door. The iron house was trembling with his footsteps.

"Hey! Take these foreigners!"

Two security guards rushed in and rushed forward with their bats. Two burly men wearing sports protective gear flew out of the door one by one after another for a few seconds, almost smashing Maidona onto the wall.

"You..." The mayor realized that he was about to run away halfway through the conversation, but Tina jumped out and stretched her legs and tripped under his feet. The mayor immediately fell to eat shit.

Chu Mo walked out with a gloomy face, carrying the sword, and he looked very angry when he woke up.

Several teenage girls slept with mattresses, and the so-called "hotel" room service was not good either. Mr. House was more particular and had a best room (with a bed) (which was naturally the bottle cap that Su Wubing brought). He had not gotten up yet. Su Wubing was too lazy to care about House. For him, there was no difference between mattresses and Simmons and compared with the accommodation conditions at the Montenegro base, there was a doghouse no matter where he was.

"Hold him down."

Chu Mo stepped on Maidona's vest, and his body looked very slender, but his strength was surprisingly great. Maidona tried to get up, but was pressed and unable to move.

Su Wubing and Tina each had one leg and dragged the mayor's fat body into the room. A bold guest in the corridor had already come out to look out. Seeing the two security guards unconscious, they shrank their heads back.

"Okay, mayor." After tied the mayor's fingers together with a shoelace, Su Wubing squatted in front of him, observed with interest for a while, and pinched the fat on his face with his fingers, "What's the point of doing?"

"You guys, let me go!"

"Wrong answer." Su Wubing grabbed his hair and gave birth a lot. "Hmm? Not a wig? It looks so real."

"Ah you bastards!" The mayor howled and twisted, but the severe pain in his fingers made him unable to get rid of it.

"It really doesn't look like an artificial human..." Su Wubing blew away the hair in his hand and looked at it for a while with great interest. "Your spirit is the same as a normal human, but I know that you are an artificial human... How did the college do it? It really makes me curious. Let's do it like this, I'll ask you some questions. If you can answer it, I'll let you go, and keep this hair that looks pretty good for you."

"You... are you talking about artificial humans? Are you sick or what..." Some suspicious sweat appeared on Maido's face, "Listen, there has never been any artificial humans, there is no such thing here!"
Chapter completed!