The sun gradually rises over the horizon, illuminating the barren wasteland. Obviously, no crops can grow, but there are pests.

For example, the brown scorpion not far away, this scorpion may have been mutated from the radiation of a native scorpion after the Great War, and its tail contains a deadly poison, and after its size has become huge, it has already injected more lethal than a human can do.

Seeing the passing Atomic Humvee, it raises its pincers in a deterrent motion, but that's fine, the general reaction of most of the strong wasteland creatures is to immediately begin a fierce pursuit, turning non-species targets it sees into food at all costs.

"Do you see the scorpion?" Bridge pointed outside.

"See, what?" Siris looked pale at a history book given to him by Alidean, some of the stories on it were still interesting, but he always felt a sense of detachment, and it was really hard to believe that the place where those stories took place and where he was was was indeed a world.

Over the years, the world has gradually changed beyond recognition, and the time and space in which historical figures lived are gone.

"That kind of scorpion, I have done research, it should be derived from the Arizan mulberry bark scorpion before the war, it is a natural native mutant, the attack desire and movement speed are actually not too high, but the poison is really strong." Siris nodded perfunctorily, he didn't care much about the past of those monsters, anyway, those things were just targets that needed to be fed bullets, and it was impossible to make them retreat without using their guns.

Bridge was completely unaware of this, and seemed to prefer creatures to Aridean, who loved history.

These hobbies, which have become extravagant in the wasteland, belong exclusively to intellectuals who are always working on quirky knowledge that lacks utility, but one has to admit that occasionally they will pull out some shocking technological achievements out of the blue.

Andy listened to their chat, and couldn't help but think about it. New California has produced many famous researchers under the influence of the long-term stability and prosperous economy of the NcR, and the research of these researchers is the fundamental driving force for the development of the productivity of the NcR, coupled with the comprehensive foundation provided by the large population, the NcR behaves differently from most settlements or city-states in the wasteland, it is more like the SA before the war than any society.

Of course, this is only a good aspect, and in other not-so-good aspects, the similarity is consistent.

Andy doesn't know if he is still an NcR citizen, after all, he first became a criminal and then a fugitive, if he was a criminal and then a fugitive, according to the laws of the NcR, he would be sent to a long-term labor camp in remote areas to participate in the endless construction of railways and other infrastructure projects.

Such a person is deprived of almost all political rights, both in objective fact and by legal standards, and no longer belongs to the category of NcR citizens.

After the steel plague, this system will become more and more dependent on the NcR government, after all, the economic impact of the NcR government is extremely far-reaching, and many engineering teams in remote areas have not been paid off in the end, and the resulting bad reputation will make it difficult for the NcR to find willing engineering teams in the interior in the future.

That being the case, the next step, prisoners who don't need to spend money and don't need to fight for opinions are the best option for the NcR, even if it may violate the bill of rights left by President Tanti, but there is a saying

"The rules are made by men." The scavengers in Dog City show off a different kind

The adaptation of the "special case" to travel to a faraway land to recover important pre-war supplies and technological materials for NcR in an extremely harsh environment, these miserable guys may not be appropriate to describe as cannon fodder, but they are simply ........ Slave?

Andy reached out a hand and rubbed his temples, which didn't seem too correct.

"That kind of scorpion is basically equivalent to a death sentence once it stings someone, but the number of them here is really more than I imagined, the scorpions around here are actually okay, there is another subspecies of this mutant creature in some places further south, that kind of guy can lurk in the sand to launch a sneak attack, and the attack ability and desire to attack are not even inferior to death claws." Bridge gushed on and on, and Sirius struggled to glance up at him.

", a stupid scorpion can compare to a dead claw? Have you ever seen a deathclaw? I've seen it in Mojave, and the light from the looks and the corpse-like eyes of those guys only gives the impression that it's pure demons. Bridge scratched his head and laughed dryly, he hadn't seen Deathclaw with his own eyes, and if he had the luck to see it on the road, he would have been torn into several pieces.

"It's just a bit of an exaggeration, anyway, the road is still far away, we still have to go southwest for a few days, just talk casually." Siris put down the book and sighed, and Aridean next to him indulged in a book, motionless and silent.

"Let's talk about it, aren't you interested in scorpions? If you had the chance to come with me to Mojave, you would be able to see more of your favorite precious animals. You know what? On our side there is a huge blue scorpion with a shell that is so hard that it is difficult to penetrate with an ordinary rifle. They live in groups in the valleys, going out at night to hunt, killing any creature they come across, and dragging the carcasses back to the valley to eat. Bridge's eyes lit up as he listened, and he kept encouraging Cilices to say more.

Siris's arm was still bandaged, and he couldn't move there, and he really needed to distract himself.

"That scorpion is one of the most terrible scourges of the Mojave, and I'm not saying that the other scourges are better, but those monsters either don't have the ability to attack with poison or are inferior to scorpions, or they are fragile enough to kill one with a single shot..... The worst ones, such as the Dead Claws, are limited in number and distribution, and unless you like to run around in wild caves, the probability of encountering them is not great. ”

"Coyotes, moles.... Or swollen swarms of flies, oh my God, it's disgusting to mention that thing.... In short, if you are careful, you can still cope with it alone. But those scorpions are different, in my hometown, your so-called bark scorpion is about to be completely kicked out of the ecological environment by this big blue scorpion. Those guys grow up for life, and they can grow to ..... It's about the size of a small tent, or as big as the scrapped pre-war car you can occasionally see on the side of the road. Bridge gasped, but the expression on his face grew more excited.

"Guess what happens when you suddenly bump into those big ones in the wild? Hell, those guys aren't slow at all, their carapaces don't have to explode with grenades, and these giant monsters can snap your legs off with pincers and then pour venom out of its tail like water into your stomach..... When you feel like your whole body is burning like fire because of the venom, tear you apart and eat you little by little, starting from the end of your body. Cialis twitched, he had seen firsthand what happened to the wasteland man who was caught by a large scorpion, the guy had been hired to get a scorpion's venom gland, which some chefs had said could use to make a very flavorful meal, and some claimed that it could be used as a good thing

"Medicine", as if someone also grinds the glands in the swollen fly and sucks it. But the guy's luck wasn't good, and the terrible wails continued until he finally died, and the sound seemed to still echo in the valley after death.

Bridge's focus is completely wrong.

"Oh my God, that sounds like ..... Like a creature called the Imperial Scorpion before the war, it is a very popular pet, but that animal is almost not poisonous.... I guess it must have been mutated later. If I had the chance to make a trip, I'd love to get some samples or at least let me take a closer look so I could confirm that it was the original Imperial Scorpion. Siris shook his head.

"I advise you to dispel this idea of a miserable death right now."