(Oh my God, I actually came back to life! Poole, show me your bet boy, your medical skills are not full, right?)

(…In the absence of equipment, the medical steps are in order. Could it be that this is the credit for the treatment needle?)

(Ada, I asked about this issue with the Bachelor of the Brotherhood. The production of therapeutic needles is much simpler than I thought.)

(...I can't die even if I get shot in the forehead. This man is a miracle... Is the skull very thick?)

"………?” Amid the noisy voices, the middle-aged uncle finally recalled his consciousness and struggled to support his upper body.

Unfortunately, no one here will gently prevent him from sitting up with a red bandage on his forehead. On the contrary, the first sentence he heard when he woke up was a bad joke, "Do you feel that your forehead hurts like someone was headshot? Congratulations, you feel completely right~~"

"What... are you..." The middle-aged uncle finally saw everyone's outfits. Leeds were either handsome, heroic or beautiful, and his clothes were not like wasteland people. What happened to the iron helmets next to him!?

"Don't panic, we're taking out the bullets from your head and bandaging the person you are going to bandage." Leeds smiled, not telling you whether Qing did it have any comforting effect. "Now, how about introducing yourself first? We want to know who we saved."

"Ha...well, am I..." The middle-aged man showed pain.

"No, now the old joke about amnesia is just a novice in the online articles in the fan area! Please cheer up!"

As if he heard Leeds' call, the bitterness on the middle-aged man's face slowly faded, as if he was remembering something step by step and hesitated: "I am... a postman?"

"Well, it turns out that, what you find from you is consistent with this identity." Leeds turned his head and looked at the postman's backpack next to him, all of which were inside, "Where is the name?"

"... Just call me 'postman'." The middle-aged man... no, he should be a "postman" now, he looks quite lonely.

"Ha... whatever, the name is just a code name anyway." Everyone knows that this is a professional name rather than a name. But whether it is not important to remember it, or to be unwilling to disclose its real name, or past experiences have made the name "postman" have a unique meaning.

"By the way, I'm very interested in who you were killed and for what reason~~ Can you tell me?" Leeds was full of interest. Poole next to him was recalling whether he was like this postman, but just Leeds's "fun"...

"Benny...a man named Benny, um, and the Khan Gang." Rather than answering Leeds's question, it is better to say that his memory has been evoked because of Leeds's question. He is working hard to reorganize the fragmented memory divided by death, "for...I ship...[Platinum chips]?"

"I know that New Vegas is a casino...but how much is the platinum chip equal, uh, I mean bottle caps." Leeds, who had been away from the wasteland for a few years, once again felt strange to the currency of this world.

"No, I remember that there are no such bargaining chips in the casinos in New Vegas..." As a worker in the Mojave area, the postman is a little poor, at least he has been to the casino and spent. Well. Just consumption, and it is a delusion to want to make money.

"That's great, not for money! That thing must have special meaning!"

"………??" The postman said, "Why are you so excited? That platinum chip is not in your hands."

"Well, don't care. This guy just likes to dive into trouble. Acting with his own preferences in dangerous disputes is his way of solving problems." Lyon explained helplessly, "Mr. Postman, do you know all that is?"

"...Hmm." The postman tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything except Benny's plaid clothes... The clothes can be changed, so this is actually not a feature, right?

However, the postman seemed to have forgotten how many days he washed his clothes and changed them every few days. Even though Benny was a rich man, he still seemed to be a wastelander.

"That's it, Mr. Postman, please rest assured to heal your wounds first. If the man named Benny was a bad person, Leeds would not have let him survive." Lyon patted the postman's shoulder and comforted him, obviously treating him as a wastelander who doesn't even know how to pronounce the word "resistance".

"I have said hello to Dr. Michelle in Qingquan Town. You can cultivate in his house during this period. We also leave you some bottle caps, weapons, ammunition and food. I hope you can overcome this difficulty." I am worthy of being Lyon. Such good people are accomplished like instinct... Although such good people are pursued by their colleagues in the biochemical world.

Of course, saying such words at this time means they are about to leave, "Sorry, we have something to do later."

"No, I am very grateful that you can save my life." The postman is a kind person. Even if his body is in this state, he still struggles to stand up... He can't bow, but at least he must complete the serious thanks.

"That..." The postman gasped, looking at the people who turned over and sat in the car he had just discovered, "Are you...?"

"Just think we are all from the Brotherhood of Steel~" Leeds waved his hand, "——It's just the Brotherhood diplomatic group from the East Coast." The nuclear-powered sedan left the ground and set out for the Mojave outpost, which was not far away.

“The East Coast…Iron Brotherhood?”

At this time, Leeds and others had not yet realized what kind of evil star this postman who was shot by a few fish would become after putting down his email and holding a weapon.

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"Benny, Platinum chips, New Vegas, there are such obvious clues and keywords. What are you going to do if you are white-haired?" Lyon knocked on the beeping boy screen in his hand. How to find "Benny" and "Platinum chips" back then.

In fact, under their plug-in system, they even saw what route Benny planned to set out to New Vegas!

"It's obvious that I broke it. Could it be that I'm just pretending that I didn't hear anything after the opening of this branch?" Leeds said angrily.

"Hey, I thought you would pursue some gameplay and deliberately rob it without force~"

"For gameplay limitations, the moment we come to this world, there are 'people' who will make decisions..." Whether it is reinforcement or weakening, "What we do is to play with all the abilities we can use~"

"…?" Lyon did not understand this kind of thing very much. Perhaps only Leeds himself could fully understand the essence of this game.

"Of course, you're not wrong. This time I really don't plan to 'rob'... By the way, would you fake platinum chips?"

"ha?"
Chapter completed!