"If it were you, who would you choose to help?" Mishan asked Mi Lin in a subtle tone when he stood plowing the bombs dropped by the Kirov Aircraft Team, and only the burning ruins were left.

"Hey... it's time to do this, is it meaningful to ask such a question?" Mi Lin said strangely.

As the subject of the problem, it seems meaningless to be entangled.

"What if it wasn't like this?" Mishan was still curious about what choice Mirin would make: "Will help Ashur or help Wo...well, what about those slaves?"

"Ah... Dad..." Mi Lin was even more curious now. She showed an inexplicable expression and asked Mi Shan: "Why do you have to help one of them instead of making changes yourself?"

"??" After a few seconds of being stunned, Mi Shan realized that it seemed that this was true.

Although only two choices are given in the game... but reality is not a game. Why not change it with this ability?

At that time, both choices were very disgusting, and some players even complained about why they didn't go back to the cathedral to find Elder Lyon, a complete industrial base, which happened to be something that the East Coast Steel Brothers was in urgent need.

Faced with such a bad environment, any choice will lead to very bad results.

It is normal choice to take the initiative to change yourself.

In other words, Mi Lin's answer is not only full marks, but also rated as excellent.

Suddenly, Mi Shan felt that her daughter had grown up and was silent for a while, and continued to ask: "What if there were only these two choices?"

"..." This time Mi Lin was silent. After a while, Mi Lin spoke with a serious expression: "Of course I'm helping Ashur."

"What's the reason?" Mi Shan asked.

"Because he is a father, hehe." After Mi Lin finished speaking, the seriousness on her face instantly turned into laughter.

"Okay, okay..." Although Mishan knew that this might not be Mi Lin's real choice, this naughty child had come up with this reason. What else could Mishan say?

Mi Shan controlled the power armor palm and touched Mi Lin's head, and asked Mi Lin's expression of enjoyment (?) on her face:

"Does your butt still hurt?"

"Hey hey hey..." The laughing expression freezes on Mi Lin's face, and then turns to embarrassment and says: "I was a little bit beaten, but now I don't feel it anymore."

After all, it is a new blood god demon. If he is injured by being spanked, that Shiba Inu would be a little embarrassing.

"Are you angry with your father?" Mi Shan asked.

"No, no, no..." Mi Lin said quickly: "If this happens again in the future, you can beat him harder, dad."

"Ha? What happened again?" Mi Shan hit a power armored hand knife on Mi Lin's head.

"Aooo, it hurts." Mi Lin, who was squatting on the ground with her head in her arms, said: "I'm just giving an example, Dad!"

Seeing Mi Lin still looking so lively and knowing that the knife had no effect on her, Mi Shan said, "Okay, before you can control your own strength, let's fight Greenhill."

"I can control it well, dad..." Mi Lin, who always feels that he is not trusted, said.

"This is not that I don't believe in you, it is to prevent you from having any more trouble." Mi Shan felt lucky that she followed her.

If I didn't follow me, the others wouldn't know how serious the situation was.

Then the style of painting in this world is likely to change.

Seeing Mi Lin not satisfied with this decision, Mi Shan really hoped that this naughty child would not find a common topic with some sunburned one-eyed Oglin.

After completing the cleaning of Pittsburgh, three of the airboats fell down and took away the remaining residents of the industrial area.

Although Pittsburgh was originally a resource issue, there were only two or three thousand people in total.

For an industry like steel smelting and weapon manufacturing, if it is suffocated, it is a medium-sized scale.

Even so, they provided 90% of the special zone wasteland supply of weapons and ammunition... mainly ammunition supply, weapons, etc. Let's take a look at the weapons that have been used for two hundred years.

However, given that even the factory itself is over, it doesn't matter how many people are left.

Especially after Greenhill discovered that the physical mutations suffered by these residents who lived in Pittsburgh all year round were different from those of the residents in the wasteland of the SAR, and temporarily isolated them.

What these survivors are worried about is their future situation.

"Tell me what's going on?" Mishan asked Greenhill at the aerial viewing window of one of the Kirov airships.

"The FEV forced evolutionary virus in these residents is active." Greenhill reported with a test report:

"This active state has only appeared in the bodies of super mutants before."

"But these people have not become super mutants yet, right?" Mi Shan said strangely.

"Yes, sir, preliminary estimates are that this is because the body organs are subject to mutations caused by excessive radiation and the effects of active FEV viruses, showing a fragile equilibrium state."

Since only some relatively basic preliminary examinations were conducted, many conclusions were estimated by Greenhill.

"Balanced? How fragile?" Mi Shan asked back.

"This will vary according to physical fitness," Greenhill said.

"No wonder...no wonder there is a concept of veterinary disease in Pittsburgh DLC." Mishan nodded and said.

If it were just too much labor to squeeze, it might not have made those "workers" always think about the matter of burning together.

This situation will occur. One very critical point is that the "beast syndrome" in the game settings has always been the sword of Damocles hanging above everyone's heads.

This unexplainable thing will not only affect the workers, but also the slave owner.

The "symptom" that Ashur has always wanted to solve is actually this environment setting that will turn people into "crazy monsters" for no reason.

...Wait, this is indeed Pittsburgh, not the hospitality of Yanan Town, right?

"This question is aside..." Mishan, who knew that it would take a closer look before the conclusion could be concluded, changed the topic: "How did you build so many Kirov airships."

Originally, Mi Shan thought it would be great to build four or five ships, but she didn't expect that Greenhill had tinkered with twenty ships in less than half a month.

"All this depends on your wise decision-making..." Greenhill said.

"...No matter how wise I am, I can't modify my productivity. I can't adjust the console in the real world." Mi Shan asked curiously.

"It's such an adult." Greenhill, who had finished praising the question, answered seriously: "Because of the lack of the world's industrial system, it is difficult to exert the advantages of industrial complementarity."

"Those native scientists, led by Dr. Braun, have studied and developed a standard template construction (STC) system."

"This composite analysis and processing system developed only for a certain product can gather all the forces at hand for targeted production when the industrial system is missing."

"This inevitably leads to a waste of resources, but it's better than nothing."

"..." Listening to Greenhill's words, Mishan tried hard to tighten her expression.

"What's wrong, sir? Is there anything wrong?" Greenhill, who noticed that silenced Master Mishan's mind was in a state of confusion, asked quickly.

"No, it's nothing, you're doing well." Mishan picked up the quantum-type Holy Light Coke at hand and took a sip of it to calm down and asked, "Dr. Braun? That big man in women's clothing was caught?"

"Yes, sir." Greenhill nodded and said, "He "actively" joined the scientific research organization of the People's Revolutionary Federation and "voluntarily" contributed a meager to the bright future you have formulated."

Mi Shan, who always felt that the truth was not like this, asked: "Can his body hold on?"

That big shot of women's clothing was a great scientist two hundred years ago. Even if there were devices to extend their lifespan, the body would definitely be old now two hundred years later.

Moreover, as the leader of the wasteland black technology industry, Dr. Braun also knows that the so-called "brain-controlled robot" is not extending his lifespan at all, so he also maintains the human body until the plot of Fallout 3.

"He chose to replace some organs with machinery to continue his life." As for these machinery, it is obviously Greenhill's products.

"…Oh…” Mi Shan looked at the scene outside the viewing window in the sky with expressionless expression.
Chapter completed!