The sky in the wasteland of Washington DC is shrouded in haze clouds all year round, and it is rare to see the sun.

However, this does not prevent the residents of Bomb Town, who have long been accustomed to this kind of weather, from getting up early and starting to get busy with the goal of living an extra day.

But the residents who got up today found something wrong. What about the annoying prayer of the Atomic God?

After waking up completely, everyone was even more surprised to find that not only the group of Atomic Gods disappeared, but the "big bomb" in the center of the town was gone.

Oh...whether of the bomb? We...oh, are the big bombs that those guys threw here hundreds of years ago?

Was he moved out overnight?

The inexplicable residents cast their doubtful eyes on the guards headed by Sheriff Smith.

However, even those who knew that Mishan was going to get this big bomb away, including Sheriff Smith, didn't know how the bomb disappeared.

Could it be that they were flying away? No, even if there is a plane coming to pick it up, no one should not know... The place where people live in the wasteland must be awake 24 hours a day.

Especially in the nearby ruins of Chunzhigu Primary School, a group of bandits who wanted to dig out the 101 refuge, and they should not be taken lightly.

...The inconspicuous Bomb Town residents decided not to care about these matters for the time being.

Food every day is the most important thing. Where did this bomb go? Should the bomb town be renamed? Let’s talk about it when you’re full.

After all, the place where Bomb Town attracts these wasteland tourists is not because there is a large bomb that can be exploded at any time.

But because a bomb town with a pre-war water purification device is one of the few places where drinking water can reach low radiation and barely reach the "wasteland quality level" of drinking water.

I hope this water purification device will not break before it dies - this is something that most Bomb Town residents pray every day, including those Atomic Gods.

So why no one has established a "water purification sect"?

However, not everyone threw the bomb away.

Mr. Burke, who was wearing a white suit and his style was different from others, was very angry.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How did that big guy get rid of the bomb?"

As a famous donor to the Washington DC wasteland, Mr. Tepney (transliteration of Tenpies), the owner of the Tenpies Building, spent a lot of money to ask Mr. Burke to smooth the bomb town off the map.

Regarding Mr. Tepenny's motivation, whether it is to see fireworks or bomb town that affects Mr. Tepenny's daily viewing, it is not something Mr. Burke cares about.

Mr. Burke's life purpose is to use money to do things and do as much as possible.

As long as you have enough money, things will definitely be done for you.

If it weren't for the latter sentence, Mr. Burke wouldn't have been so angry.

As a donor, the most important thing is reputation.

Mr. Burke still remembers the scene where he repeatedly assured Mr. Teppenny that this was included in him.

However, his guarantees were also credible. After that big guy used magic to destroy the bomb, he was completely wiped out.

Mr. Burke couldn't imagine that after this incident spread, no one would be willing to ask him to be a donor in the entire wasteland.

Not to mention that Mr. Tepenny may find someone to kill him quietly.

Would he be forced to go to the beggar's house in Rivet City as a juggler... No! Never! And even if he really fell to that point, Mr. Burke could not let the guy who made him lose his credibility be able to live a good life.

With almost no hesitation, Mr. Burke sent a contact signal in Dingguagua Supermarket near Bomb Town that few people know about the wasteland.

Half an hour later, three mercenaries who were in a well-behaved manner and had not completely broken their pre-war armor and had the eagle claw logo on their chests came to Mr. Burke.

"Jack, you are late this time!" Mr. Burke, who had not yet calmed down, said angrily.

This group of notorious Eagle Claw mercenaries in the wasteland of DC, Washington, is like Mr. Burke who is not good or bad, but only uses money to do business.

The only difference between them and wasteland bandits is that they still maintain the last bit of professional ethics and will not kill their employer after collecting money.

...Of course, this is likely because they prefer to do long-term business rather than a one-time deal.

"Hi, Burke, what makes you so anxious?" Faced with Mr. Burke's anger, Jack, the leader of the group of Hawk Claw Mercenaries, just smiled and pulled his gun bolt.

Burke, who was awakened by the sound of gunbolts, realized that these mercenaries were not good people.

Burke, who didn't want to have a long night dream, said directly: "I want to hire you!"

"If it was just such a simple thing, you would definitely not use this kind of expedited communication method." Knowing what Burke meant by hiring, Jack looked like this was a nonsense, and it was worth using expedited communication to contact him.

"Three people, one man and two women, the man was wearing power armor." Mr. Burke introduced in detail the appearance of Mishan and his group, and even said 101 from Mirin's sanctuary after being subdued.

"Oh, power armor, old friend, we don't want to touch the bad luck of those brothers. This deal may not be done." Jack still had a hippie smile.

"It's not a fraternity." Mr. Burke didn't know if Mishan was a fraternity, but at this time, he definitely couldn't admit defeat.

"...really?" Jack, whose expression finally changed from a hippie smile, confirmed again in a hard voice: "If you lie, don't blame the brothers for being rude."

Mr. Burke, who had a cold sweat floating on his forehead, smiled hard and said, "I can guarantee that it is true. I have never seen that set of power armor before, and it is very new."

"New?" Jack noticed Mr. Burke's words.

"Well, it's new, definitely not the power armor that those brothers will use." Mr Burke added.

"Okay, I'll take this order." Because he was an old customer, Jack didn't talk about the price to Mr. Burke... The price was not the final word he could say.

In fact, if Mr. Burke had not mentioned "new", Jack might not have been willing to take on this task. Those who live in the wasteland of Washington DC know that there is a force that cannot be messed with, that is, the Iron Brotherhood entrenched in the Pentagon.

(At this time, Incredley has not yet shown his fangs in the Washington DC wasteland)

But if it is new, it means that the other party is likely to have found a lucky person from a secret base before the war, which is a big deal.

Just when the three Eagle Claw mercenaries and Mr. Burke thought they had obtained what they wanted and planned to part.

A gunshot turned Mr. Burke's head into a pool of rotten watermelons.

"Hidden!!" Although I didn't understand what happened, the group of Eagle Claw mercenaries still picked up their weapons.

It’s a pity that Mr. Burke made an appointment for his own safety in the empty parking lot outside the Dingguagua Supermarket.

Three Eagle Claw mercenaries, who were not even seen by the enemy, were killed and seriously injured by bullets from somewhere.

The dying team leader Jack vaguely saw a girl wearing a blue shelter uniform, carrying a sniper rifle with a look that had never been seen before, and the scope was thicker than the gun body.

"Bang" The life of Jack, a captain of the Eagle Claws, ended.

"Is the fire-core sniper rifle easy to use?" asked Mi Shan, who appeared from the optical stealth state with Jia Jia.

"It's very useful, thank you dad." Mi Lin, who was holding the sniper rifle in his hand, said with a smile.

"...Well, it's very good." Mi Shan looked at Mi Lin deeply and didn't say much.

In fact, at the beginning, Mishan didn't plan to let Mi Lin do this... Mr. Burke didn't know that when he showed hostility, he was always being followed by Jia Jia with magic.

But Jia Jia told Mi Shan in a very serious tone: "Sir, if she is like us, she must learn to fight."

This sentence is very suitable for Greenhill to say, and being said by Jia Jia made Mishan feel very surprised.

Then Mi Lin's performance surprised Mi Shan even more... The clean and neat killing process was without any psychological burden.

It is completely inseparable from the previous three-view that would be a good intention to do bad things because of entanglement of your own ideas.

Mi Shan can only sigh at this. Sure enough, the things related to "fighting" are imprinted in the souls of this group of game characters.
Chapter completed!