While the crowd in Bloomfield was busy repairing the rocket, something was happening simultaneously.

On the side of a hillside rock, a Brotherhood of Steel scout in a silver scout suit squatted, staring solemnly through his telescope at the Bloomfield Space Center with the electric glow of the electric grid, intermittently writing and drawing in his notebook as he watched.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he directly dropped the telescope in his hand and rolled to the side, and before his body could settle down, the stealth boy had already been activated, and the figure of this scout immediately disappeared into thin air.

"Huh?" A hoarse exclamation sounded not far away. Less than two seconds after this exclamation, several gunshots rang out in this deserted wasteland.

A lot of blood suddenly floated out of the air, and it landed on the ground. After a while, a corpse with wide eyes fell to the ground, still stunned before it died.

Two figures walked towards the corpse, both dressed in black rubber tights with delicate metal armor attached to the outside, both armed with black assault rifles with a variety of tactical accessories, secondary weapons around their waists, and a metal helmet that could be seen as complex at a glance, the eyepiece alone was full of high-tech flavor, and the man who shot the Brotherhood Scout was one of them.

The body was kicked over, and the notebook was searched.

"This slippery skin is quite clever, but alas... Invisible boys alone can't fool our eyes. A mysterious man raised his hand and pressed the button on the helmet to turn off the special vision function, and it was with this piece of equipment that he was able to see through the stealth field at a glance.

The other mysterious man didn't go over to search for the body, just stared at Bloomfield. The man who searched for the body crouched on the ground and looked through the notebook for a moment, then put it away.

"Brother, this slippery skin seems to be serving a certain force, I guess it's the organization we heard about before called the Brotherhood of Steel, but the interesting thing is that he is very cautious in his own records, it seems that there are many people he doesn't trust within this organization... Interesting. The other mysterious man remained silent for a moment before slowly looking away from Bloomfield.

He raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing a scarlet-colored face full of tumors, an already ugly face that combined with his hideous expression at the moment, the ghoul was as terrifying as a demon.

"It's really in line with the bad roots of the slippery skin, that's how they fell and failed." The mysterious man on the opposite side also slowly took off his helmet, revealing a yellow ghoul face, all covered in large freckled growths.

"Brother, what did you say that slippery skin was going to do when he gathered so many people and pulled so much garbage here?" The tumor gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Whatever he wants, he's dead! We must avenge our father! With that, he looked up at his 'brother' freckles.

"Where's Belle? Where did she go? Freckles shook her head.

"I don't know... I can't find her, if she is determined to hide or leave, there will be nowhere to be found for a while, although she is the youngest, but Dr. Sebastian has consumed the most energy on her, since she is not willing to take the initiative to show up, even if we find her, we can't force her to do anything. "The tumor quenched.

"Damned traitor! Cowardly woman! Forget it, no matter what, we're going to do what we have to do and let that slippery go to hell with his friends and family! Freckles glanced at Bloomfield's flickering power grid, and relied on his powerful vision beyond humans to glance at the traps and sentry posts that had been placed around the walls of the space center at this extremely distant distance.

"I don't think it's enough for the two of us to make this plan a reality." The tumor walked straight over and angrily grabbed Freckles' neck.

"Are you afraid? We're new humans! Those slippery skins are vulnerable to us, they don't know anything about the technology of the old world, and they don't know anything about the power we have! Just give me a chance to get closer, and I'll rip his head off! And detonate this place so that the other slippery skins will die together! Freckles calmly waited for the tumor's roar to finish, and then responded lightly.

"I'm sure you can do it, brother, but isn't the problem we face now being how to break through those defenses and get into Bloomfield?" The tumor fell silent for a moment, he let go of the measles and took a few steps back, his face twitched, his already red face became redder and redder, and finally he angrily smashed the head of the corpse on the ground with the butt of his gun to vent his anger.

"So what do you say?" Freckles touched his chin and pulled out the notebook.

"I think we can use these slippery skins, this so-called 'Brotherhood of Steel', I feel in his text that these slippery skins have a paranoid understanding and extreme attitude towards the technology of the old world, this kind of slippery skin must be very convincing, we just need to reveal some 'evidence' to them, maybe we can lead them to attack." .................... Fortress of Unity.

Fort Maxson is now the site of the Iron Ring rebels, but since the arrival of the Lost Mountain agents, it has been cordoned off for the necessary investigations, and has even begun to serve as a prison for deserters, traitors, and other suspicious persons.

According to the information in the notebook, two natural ghouls infiltrated along a path that Andy had coincidentally walked along with Fort Maxson's scouts and NcR rangers.

The tumor slowly withdrew its extended claws from the creature of a creature. The creature fell to the ground and whimpered, looking like a monster covered in black feathers, with a mouth full of messy sharp teeth, when the two of them climbed over the crack in the mountain, the monster suddenly rushed out of the crack and wanted to drag the tumor into the gap, but unfortunately its reaction speed was not as fast as the tumor at all, so it was counter-killed the moment it appeared, and its heart was torn apart by a claw.

Freckles walked over and used the tooth saw he carried with him to cut through his thick skin, and observed it for a while.

"Funny, it's like some kind of mutant, but... I've never seen anything like it. The tumor shook the blood off his hand irritably.

"Whatever? Let's go. After a while, they managed to enter the Brotherhood of Steel outpost, and used their stealth abilities to infiltrate the heavily guarded bunker in broad daylight.

Moments later, they followed a hurried Brotherhood scribe into a room deep in the bunker.

"Garan Paladin!" He entered the room, where he sat a man with a stern-looking pout, staring distracted at the map on the table, wearing a power armor jacket standard for Brotherhood of Steel members, and his T-51 power armor next to him, a rare commodity that only members of the Paladin rank and above were eligible to have.

"What's new?" The sweaty scribe hugged his clipboard, saluted and began to prepare his report.

"We are convinced that there are indeed a number of important Old World technological facilities in the area classified by the NcR as the 'Eastern Special Zone', in addition to the Eagle Rock Mine underground bunkers that have been identified and destroyed before, the Great Dome Research Center, the Bloomfield Space Center, Los Alamos Laboratory, and other places have been able to confirm that there are a large number of dangerous pre-war scientific and technological creations left within them, and they are in a completely uncontrolled state, which is even more important than the Hoover Dam, the focus of our previous investigations..." Paladin Garan held up a hand.

"Okay, that's okay, it's not about these details that we're going to focus on now." His gaze drifted to a secret report on the side of the table, unauthored, but he could determine who the author of the report was, and the focus was on the report, which stated that a terrible catastrophe was about to occur, and that the key person in the process of contributing to it was the chairman of the NcR Scientific Advisory Council, Preste, and that the disaster involved some pre-war launches of space facilities and highly dangerous super-nuclear bombs.

The paladin Garan, who was thinking wildly, suddenly looked up.

"Scribe Kaipaith, do you have a brother with you?" The scribe shook his head inexplicably, and then his face turned pale with fright.

The paladin's face was no better, he had pressed a button under the table before he could speak, but nothing happened.

In the dark corner of the room, two people suddenly came out, as if they had entered through the wall, and acted silently, easily unnoticed by others.

"Isn't it sharp... How do you notice that? A pistol was instantly pressed against the paladin's head, forcing him to raise his hands.

"I see a little bit of an anomaly in the operation mode of the automatic turret, you guys have hacked all the electronics here, right?" Tumor sneered, and looked back to see Freckles knock out the scribe who had collapsed to the ground with a kick.

"Smart, looks like you're the leader of all the slippery skins in this place, and we have something to talk to you about." Paladin's blue eyes swirled between two strangers who were wrapped tightly around their bodies, the equipment they wore was incredibly advanced, and their stealth ability could reach such a terrifying level without using the Invisible Kid, it was simply breathtaking, who were these two?

Could it be the remnants of the enclave? No... What the hell is slippery skin called?

"What do you have to talk to me about?" The tumor and the freckles looked at each other and began to talk about Bloomfield.

"It looks like some people are doing horrible things without wanting you to know, and according to your code, you can't sit idly by." Paladin Garan smiled and motioned with his chin to look at the secret report on the table.

"Look at that." The tumor picked it up suspiciously and looked at it twice, and the more he looked at it, the more engaged he became, and finally he dropped the report and suddenly began to laugh.

"Hahaha....." Laughing and laughing, he suddenly put away his pistol and walked over to the freckles.

"You know what? Those slippery skins have to do what we didn't accomplish in a way I didn't even imagine! How interesting! How interesting! Hahahahaha-" He laughed maniacally, as if he had gone mad.

Seeing the opportunity, the paladin Garan suddenly pounced from his chair in the direction of the power armor, raised his laser pistol in one hand and fired at the two natural ghouls, and turned the back valve of the power armor with the other; But just as he was about to jump directly into the power armor, someone dragged him out of it, and after a few punches and disarming, the black-faced paladin and blue were thrown back into his chair in embarrassment.

"What do you want to do in such a hurry? My friend. Are you angry that those guys are in a place you can't even take care of, ready to do something earth-shattering without even saying hello? Believe me, I absolutely understand you and am absolutely willing to support you. The tumor pressed his palms against the paladin's shoulders, making him feel like he was being pressed against a metal chair under his ass by a hydraulic press.

"What the hell are you guys trying to do? If we don't make any more moves, we're all done! Don't you understand that? The tumor patted him on the shoulder a few times, which made the paladin Garan bleed from his nose, because of the previous conflict, the noise and demolition began to sound outside the door, so half a day passed, and the two flagpole-like guards at the door finally noticed that something was wrong in the house, but it seemed to be a little too slow.

"How can we not understand? We get it all too well! The tumor grinned in his helmet.

"You said you had to act now, and we're here to help you, how about that? At such an important moment, we have to put aside everything and help each other, don't you think? Tomorrow you will gather all the soldiers to move west, and we will help you turn off the power grid in Bloomfield, and we will work together to do professional things with professional people, and kick out all those inexplicable laymen to save the world, okay? Paladin Garan looked up and looked at the tumor indifferently.

"I want you to do what you say, it's not just our business, it's your business." The tumor laughed again.

"Don't worry, rest assured, your business is our business, and when the time comes, we will not only help you shut down the power grid, but even tamper with the automatic safety facility program inside to ensure that you are unimpeded... So, as we agreed, hurry up, okay? A spark burst out of the door, the metal barrier door fell, and several Brotherhood knights threw their demolition tools and rushed in, only to see the paladin Garan in a terrible state.

"Paladin, are you alright?" Paladin Garan let out a long sigh.

"Gather all the soldiers, and we're going to go on an urgent mission at once."