Chapter 36 - Yellow journalism

After the death of the leader, the mutants became an easy target, without command they just started throwing themselves at bullets, without any organization, although their leader was trashy, he at least gave orders.

Therefore, after 20 minutes, only humans remained on the battlefield.

The guards began to relax, but then they remembered about the armed detachment that had a powerful argument in this shootout.

Seeing that the guards tensed and began to prepare their weapons, Brandon snorted, and then began to speak with a smile.

"Friends, calm down, we are a group from the White Stone City came in peace, for the establishment of friendly relations between the settlements, as well as for the flourishing of trade."

Hearing their words, the guards calmed down, but were still wary.

At this time, the bald man with glasses spoke up.

"From the White Stone City, huh? I heard about this place, they say it's a good place, but strangers are not much favored there. "

Brandon scratched his cheek in embarrassment and then said.

"Not quite so, we accept anyone who wants to, but you must understand that with rights comes responsibility, we must trust our fellow citizens, therefore we do not allow anyone to freely go out and enter the city"

The bald man with glasses nodded and drew attention to a lonely man in a cloak with a musket.

"I understand he is not with you? And who are you ?"

The man took off his hat and spoke.

"I am Nate, a refugee looking for my son and the bastards who took him and my wife away from me. I was told that I had better go to diamond city "

The bald man nodded once more, and then spoke.

"I'm sorry about your loss, good luck in your search, you can safely enter the city, but as for you, mister ..."

"Brandon" The guy answered

"Mister Brandon, unfortunately I cannot pass your squad, I do not have such powers, but the mayor has such powers, so it is best for you to meet with him and discuss all the details. Come on, I'll take you to him. "

Agreeing with him, Brandon waved his hand to his party to follow him.

As the squad made their way to the entrance to the stadium, each guard carefully examined their equipment. Compared to their crappy pre-war sportswear, these soldiers' armor looked very good.

The bald man asked.

"It may sound harsh, but where did you get this gear? Have you robbed the gunners? This armor is very similar to the armor of these mercenaries "

Brandon smiled and answered.

"No, we manufacture all the armor and weapons ourselves, I prefer to trust our own developments, and not some unknown manufacturers."

The bald man looked at Brandon in surprise.

"Ourselves? Apparently you have a good technician, I heard from merchants that there is an unprecedented type of weapon in the White Stone City, but I assumed that you just found it somewhere, I even use [Lucky Five 4] "

He said, pulling a revolver from its holster and showing it to Brandon.

Smiling Brandon took a closer look at the weapon and noticed that this weapon was either not used at all, or the user takes very good care of this weapon.

Knowing from his past memory who this person is, Brandon suggested that this was most likely the first option, or maybe in reality he really liked this revolver very much.

"Oh, you're in luck, only high-ranking officers usually use such a revolver in Whitestone City."

With a grin, Brandon said, of course it was a complete lodge, in his faction he is the only high-ranking one who uses this weapon, for example Arthur uses a named pistol [Patriot] specially made for him by Brandon, and the Parkers use automatic pistols [Lucky Five 3].

The pleasantly surprised bald man answered.

"Cool, I will now show off to my friends"

Nate, walking next to him, listened carefully to their conversation, because after 200 years he found himself in a completely unfamiliar world

When the group approached the gate, they noticed a girl in a worn red raincoat and cap, at this time she spoke loudly to the intercom at the entrance.

"What do you mean #I can't open the gate #? Danny, stop fooling around! I'm standing here in an open place if you don't see "

A sound came from the intercom.

"I have orders not to let you in, Miss Piper. Sorry. That's my job. "

Angry, Piper started talking even louder.

"Such a job? Do you have to keep me out to protect Diamond City? #Oh look, a terrible reporter! UUU #"

When the group approached, a bald man, ignoring Piper, walked over to the intercom and began to speak.

"Denny, open the gate, we have important visitors."

"But, Piper ...."

"I'll explain everything to the mayor later."

*Sigh*

"Okay, I'm opening the gate."

At first, Piper wanted to get furious that she was so blatantly ignored, but noticing Brandon and his squad, she fell silent and began to carefully examine them.

The gates began to slowly open and after a few seconds of waiting, a 50-year-old man in a gray worn-out suit, with a mustache and a hat appeared in front of the group. As soon as we got inside, he began to speak.

"Piper! Who let you back in? I told Sullivan not to open the gate!

Oh, you vile deceitful instigator! There is one wildest lie in this newspaper of yours! I will disassemble your printing press for parts "

Piper started to defend herself

"Is this an official statement, Mr. McDonagh? #Tyrant Mayor Attacking Free Press?#"

*Sigh*

Noticing the guests, the mayor stopped arguing with Piper and switched to Brandon.

"Oh, dear guests, I apologize for this unpleasant incident, which you just saw, how can I help you?"