Andy drove the only survivor back victoriously.

The salvage crews in Denver were at peace, no longer had Reliance's gang doing things, and the Golden Vault was sure to be fake.

No one knew that Andy had saved the entire Dog City once, and he didn't want to say it, after all, he didn't feel like he was the one who helped the most, and most of it relied on Odysseus' long-range assists.

Now that the problem of the robot possibly slaughtering the city has been solved, the next problem is the fugitive who has been captured by the mysterious slave traders.

"It's really one less henchman... It may not be nice to say that, but I'm going to say it anyway. ”

Potter looked relieved.

"Reilly and his gang have always wanted to make everyone act according to their ideas, and it is a great thing to be able to completely solve them without using force.... I've asked Michael to upgrade your car, and if nothing else, the power and defense will increase. Also, as we agreed before, the transmitter is almost ready and ready for you to use on the roof. ”

Andy sits in a corner and takes some bullets from Potter.

"Before that, I'm going to find someone, the group of people you talked about earlier, that is, the group of slave traders in Dog City, where are they stationed?"

Potter turned back and took out the map from under the table, pointing his finger to one place.

"To the east, in a clearing to the east, where they set up their camp .... It wasn't a permanent camp, most of it was bungalows and tents, because they only went back and forth once or twice a year and didn't stay long. Now this quarter, they should be there... If the person you're looking for is captured by them, it may be more troublesome. ”

Andy leaned over the map to look at the location information, and the beep boy vibrated to indicate that it had been included.

"What's the trouble? Do you mean they're great? ”

Potter had a tangled look on his face.

"How so... Quite unlike the usual unconventional slave traders, they seem to have stable slave trade ties with certain tribes here, who are well-organized and fearless to death. Someone tried to communicate with them, but in vain .... When you see a red square banner with a golden bull on it in the distance, you know that you are approaching them. ”

Andy immediately raised his head when he heard this.

"What? Are they Caesar's legions? ”

Potter's face was full of surprise.

"Huh? Caesar's Legion? Is that their name? It feels so funny..... No, it goes well with their weird way of dressing, and I don't even know their names. All in all, these guys can't tell what is going on, they don't plan to interact with any strange individuals or groups, and if you have to find that person, you have to use some other way. ”

Andy nodded at Potter and beeped a message popped out.

[New Mission: Find Daniel]

[Description: The fugitive Daniel has been captured by Caesar's Legion and needs to be retrieved before Caesar's Legion leaves]

[Optional: Try to communicate with Caesar's Legion]

[Optional: Massacre Caesar's Legion Camp]

Put down the beep boy, he still has one more thing to work out.

"Potter, if my car is being upgraded now, I still need a car to go east, do you still have a car here?"

The other party beckoned the clay to Andy.

"Yes, in the car that Anton and his gang left behind before, in addition to the ones that were driven away by Reilly and them, there is another one now, let the clay take you to drive, but remember to come back."

The taciturn clay then led Andy into the elevator.

In the elevator, Andy suddenly wants to know about this little brother.

"Hey, Clay, we've known each other for a long time, can you tell me a little bit about your past?"

The clay was silent for a long time before responding.

"There's nothing in my past, and you won't be amused when you hear it."

Andy immediately encouraged, and Clay finally hesitated for a while and said briefly, after all, Andy is now a familiar insider.

The taciturn, disgraced teenage boy recounted his experience.

"I used to live in the desert to the west, very west, far west, more west than the Hoover Dam.... I was born in a small, dilapidated settlement there, where people were destitute and could be attacked by terrible fellows every day. The worst group of people is a group of guys with sheep skulls on their heads, they do all kinds of evil, and if they are captured, they may die a terrible death.... Later, when I was a little older, I ran away from there. ”

"I couldn't do anything, I almost starved to death. Later, I ran all the way to the Hoover Dam and followed a group of hooligans, and once when I was robbing something, the gangsters sold me, and after NCR caught me, they threw all the crimes on my head.... If I had to ask what I knew, it would be that without money, life in the wasteland would be nothing but misery. So I'd rather come here and fight it together, and at the same time disagree with the whims of Reilly's group. ”

The elevator doors opened, and the clay's narrative came to an abrupt end.

The two greeted Jebb, who was guarding the entrance, and when they went down to the first floor, Andy saw that the big fat man Michael was presiding over the modification of Andy's car by the other two people.

The wounded demon was transferred to the building, and became unusually docile because of the pain, just lying there without moving.

Clay led Andy to a modified car.

The car looked like every crack was full of dirt, there were traces of welding everywhere, many of the materials spliced together were cracked, and the four wheels were of different sizes.....

Andy pouted and looked at it critically for a while, convinced that this thing was very dangerous to drive, but he had no other good choice, he needed to be extremely careful when walking out in the dog town, and if he was not careful, he would attract a group of dogs to besiege him. Interrupting the modification over there or continuing to wait and pray that the Legion people would not leave were neither very plausible options. So I had to make do with this modified car cobbled together from garbage...... At least you can get to the west of Dog City quickly and smoothly. "This thing... How to start? ”

Andy looked at that engine and felt strange anyway.... This thing seems to have been removed from something, but it's not your average nuclear car.

Clay pulled a bottle out of his backpack, which was brown goo, and he poured it into the machine in front of him.

"What's this?"

Andy pointed to the bottle.

Clay shook his head.

"I don't know what it's called... In short, it is found in some things that everyone calls gas stations, and the number is very rare. ”

He shook the bottle, which was mottled with a trident emblem.

"People who know mechanics tell me that this kind of machine needs to be started like this."

Clay pulls two S-shaped curved metal handles out of his backpack, puts them together, inserts them into a hole in the machine, and shakes them wildly.

Under Andy's stunned gaze, the machine rumbled in, and the noise was outrageous.

"Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ——!"

The whole tuned car was shaking, and Andy could even see parts falling.

"Alright, goodbye."

Clay leaves succinctly, leaving Andy with a metal handle and a bottle, leaving Andy alone staring at the "scrap truck" in a daze.

He sat on the metal seat, feeling the pain of his butt being jolted, and after stepping on the accelerator, the car suddenly roared and rushed forward, so loud that everyone attracted sideways.

Andy sat in the car, his whole body was bumped and chaotic, and his brain was numb.

The wild dogs in a radius of several hundred meters chased Andy's car like crazy, and the terrible noise undoubtedly angered them.

"Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ——!"

Andy looked at the Pip-Boy with difficulty, the information on it was blurry from the excessive bumps, and he could barely make out the route.

[Excessive noise detected may affect hearing]

There is such a prompt that pops up above.

Andy wiped his face, feeling that his nose didn't know if it was snot or brains, and his eyes would fly out if he continued to shake like this.

After enduring it for a long time, the map coordinate location of the Pip-Boy was finally approaching.

Andy glanced at it, and there was indeed a square red flag fluttering in the wind in the distance, and a group of tents below.

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