Fallout 4: The Wasteland Life of a Pillager

The loud noise scared everyone, but the looters in the Weijia Assembly Plant all came out of their drunken state, grabbed their weapons and ran outside the factory to check the situation.

Gresto didn't bother playing Pip-Boy anymore. He ran out of the factory with his weapon. As soon as he opened the door, he saw seven pieces of power armor with exactly the same color and size.

Each person was wearing black, large, and hard power armor, and holding rotary machine guns and laser weapons in their hands.

With this firepower, even the Death Claws would have to run away.

Seeing this neat and uniform configuration, Gresto was numb.

Oh my God, are they here to rob?

Do you want to steal the aluminum parts or the oil tanks here?

You don't look like you're short of aluminum to repair armor.

Gresto, who claimed to have seen countless big scenes, felt a little weak in the knees, but he still mustered up the courage to shout: "Everyone, there is no grudge between us. If we are in your way, we can get out immediately!"

The leader, Dans, roughly estimated the number of people here, then checked the laser gun in his hand and asked loudly: "Who among you is called Grestor?"

It's broken and it's coming for me.

Gresto couldn't stop sweating.

I just like to rob and occasionally bully the surrounding settlements, so how did I end up getting in trouble with these killers?

Is my reputation already that big?

Just as Grestor was about to take two steps back, someone in the crowd pushed him out.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Your name is Graceto, right?" Danse asked, rubbing his fists.

"I am... but I haven't provoked you, and I haven't heard that anyone in the wasteland wants to suppress bandits!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Were the supplies of Shisong Village stolen by your group?!"

Shisongzhuang? Didn't Yi Beiwang say that the people protecting them were just a bunch of psychopaths?

Damn, this kid misled me!

Yi Beiwang, who was in the crowd, silently protected everyone in front of him and quietly retreated.

I'm in trouble. Someone is really coming through the Internet cable to attack me.

Are you guys crazy? You brought all these power armors here just for a Pip-Boy? Is this thing enough to pay for your electricity bill?

No, I can't stay here anymore, I have to run away.

If Grestle knew that I was the one who led them here, he would skin me alive.

You'd better fight, then no one will pay attention to me.

Yi Beiwang retreated while praying silently.

Gresto gritted his teeth and looked behind him, but did not find Yi Beiwang. He thought that he would skin him alive after they got through this difficult time, literally.

Just when he was about to deal with the matter peacefully and amicably with Dans, perhaps because Yi Beiwang's prayers had worked, one of the raiders, out of nervousness, subconsciously took a tube of crazy drugs.

With a CTMD sound, the predator charged at the seven power armors below.

In less than a second, the laser blasted it into a pile of red-glowing meat.

Seeing this, Danse couldn't help but admire him and said, "How brave of you to attack the Brotherhood! Knights, fire!"

At this point, Grestor couldn't just stand there and do whatever he wanted. He shouted, "Fight, boys!"

biubiubiu～bang bang bang!

Dozens of raiders fought a fierce battle with seven Brotherhood knights.

Although the raiders had the advantage of terrain and numbers, their weapons were terrible.

It didn't even leave a mark on the advanced power armor.

On the other hand, the Brotherhood Knights fought as if they were on a picnic, not even bothering to find cover.

Rather than a back-and-forth tug-of-war, it was more of a one-sided massacre.

The looters were beaten back step by step, crying for their parents.

Some even went so far as to simply drop their weapons and run away, wishing the radiation would mutate them into two more legs.

With several loud bangs, the fuel barrels in the factory exploded and part of the assembly plant collapsed.

The looters scattered like monkeys under a tree and soon disappeared.

Danse carried the crippled Grestor and found what he was talking about, an old Pip-Boy.

Although this thing can be considered pre-war technology, it is not precious enough to make them go to such a big fuss.

Dans patted the Pip-Boy and found that the screen was not lighting up and looked like it was broken.

This trip was in vain. I have to write a report when I go back.

Forget it, just consider it as clearing away some stumbling blocks on the Brotherhood's path forward.

Danse threw Pip-Boy and Grestor to the ground and left with the others.

An hour later, a furtive figure of a dog came out from the corner and looked around.