After a day and a night, the red sandstorm dispersed.

Andy exchanged some medicine for some food and water from the salvage, and Clay said that he was going to save money now and get rid of the old life forever, so he exchanged some scrap for some bottle caps with Andy.

Today, Andy is sitting on a wooden box with one hand shaking the python.

The silvery-white heavy body of the gun made it unable to rotate flexibly 360 degrees in Andy's hand, so he had to turn half a circle, and he just reloaded-turned-unloaded-reloaded-rotated.... And so on and so forth.

A dim light bulb on the head barely illuminates the inscription on the gun's body.

"God made man, and Colt made man equal... Colt, you probably can't make people live equally, you can only let people die equally, and the poor can't afford your guns at all..."

Andy stared at the gun in his hand, feeling that what this kind of guy said was similar to what Makqin said.

So-called: the machine gun was invented to reduce casualties on the battlefield.

It is really a number of paths with Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva, with a breath of 3,600 revolutions, and great compassion and depleted uranium bombs.

Wait a minute.... What is the name of Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva.... What is a bodhisattva?

Andy scratched his head and felt that there must be something wrong with his head, and for a long time he had been popping up all sorts of strange and unknown thoughts, which came and went, and after the last time he experienced the mysterious ritual of the crypto tribe, the problem seemed to go in a deeper and more incomprehensible direction.

The demon slipped aside, and Jimmy was fed most of the time during the half month of this custody, and he was not afraid of bites because of his rough skin and thick flesh. But when he went out to look for food, the demon was fed by other people, and it was a miserable time, and I heard that the salvages even had to bait it in a hut.

A man and a dog looked at each other for a moment, and the demon bared his teeth.

"Dare to yell at me, starve you for another day today."

Andy stretched out a finger and pointed it at the demon's nose, and then retracted it like lightning, and sure enough, a bloody mouth bit it in the next second, just because Andy Hill ate the air too quickly.

"Woohoooooooooo ——”

A hoarse bark sounded, a little better tempered than when he first encountered it, Andy was just a slave owner to him who had to fight all the time, sometimes it could be just a food generator, or nothing... This especially happens when it kills red-eyed.

"Why are people's dogs so well-behaved?"

Covering his ears and helplessly watching the demon roaring loudly there, Andy thought of the two dogs of Goubao, with tacit agreement to obey orders, compared to his mad dog, it is simply a heaven and an earth, this is not a buff that people use dogs as family members?

Throwing an open box of luncheon meat, the demon finally closed his mouth and began to eat.

Jimmy recovered well, and his medical skills improved quickly after reading Andy's serious books, from which he learned how to treat fractures and injuries in rudimentary conditions, as well as small ways to deal with radiation sickness and parasitic diseases.

Standing at the window, Andy could see the car parked downstairs, and yesterday, two of the old mechanics in the salvage group, Michael and the two chubby uncles nicknamed Uncle Jim, informed Andy that his Atomic Humvee had been upgraded, the power had been increased a lot, and some damaged parts had been replaced.

The tires were replaced with new ones, some protective parts were reinforced, and most importantly, a huge rehaul was made in the rear seat, and a .50 machine gun was added to it.... The machine gun was hung above the back seat and could open the sunroof to open out if necessary.

"What do you think?"

Two uncles with beards and stomachs asked.

"**Exploded."

Andy was satisfied, much better than he had imagined, and now he could continue to gallop the wasteland.

The Denver Police Department's police car had been scrapped in situ, and the salvage crews towed it away and dismantled it into parts...

He checked the car for a while, closed the door satisfied, saw two mechanics chatting there, and suddenly thought that there were a few fewer people in the salvage camp these days.

"Uncle Jim, where have you left?"

Uncle Jim, who had a white beard like Santa Claus, laughed, not knowing what crime he had committed and being caught, and no one knew that he didn't say anything.

"Potter sent them to the tribe you mentioned to establish trade... It's called a crypto tribe, right? ”

Andy almost forgot about it, but luckily everything went well.

"Oh yes, Mesa Verde is a great place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and the crypto tribe is also a friendly tribe, so you must not lose money in establishing contact with them."

Speaking of which, Andy thought of the truck driver mentioned by Potter earlier, the one from Boulder City.

"I remember you've been trading with the people of Boulder City to the north, right? Porter said it was a driver driving a truck back and forth, what was his name? I've been here for a long time, why don't you see him? ”

Uncle Jim touched his belly, the belly was round, I don't know how he maintained this figure in the harsh environment of the dog town before, it may be that the gastrointestinal function is good, and he will eat fat if he eats dog meat every day.

"That man, his name is Add, and he's an old driver. He used to work as a freight driver at the Hoover Dam, and then he came here without knowing what happened, and I asked him before, and he said he was sending people here... He didn't say much, just that he sent a group of people who looked smart to a ruin of an old world over there, and then the group of people didn't know why they didn't want to come out, all counting on him to make a deal in exchange for something to go back to make a living. ”

The demon passed by, staring at the Atomic Humvee, wondering what it was thinking, maybe just curious about the change in taste....

"What did Add come here to trade with you?" Andy leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, chatting with the two old guys and learning about the place he was going to next.

Michael touched his chin and replied, "Most of the time he brings some gadgets, flashlights and other gadgets, some original scrap products that should be quite valuable, and some medicines, some things are also quite rare in Dog City, so they are also in demand on our side." He didn't want anything else, he just wanted some necessities, and the most he wanted was dog meat. ”

Uncle Jim nodded in agreement.

"I guess there shouldn't be as many people on their side as we are, maybe ten, they shouldn't have any food there at all, basically every time they come for food, but I think they should have a lot of valuable scrap there, I once heard Eddie tell me that the place where the group of smart people can't come out is a relict of the old world that looks amazing, like a big eggshell on a mountain."

Andy leaned against the wall and listened for a moment, making a deduction.

"So, Eddie's old driver is an NCR person, so most of the people he sent to the north are also NCR people, and he said that they are all smart people, a group of scientists?"

The two uncles shook their heads again and again, signaling that they had been cut off from the Hoover Dam for a long time, and they did not know what was going on behind these things.

But Uncle Jim thought of a man.

"If you want to know more about the situation in the north, I think Jimmy should know a lot because he went to the north and came back from the north and doesn't tell anyone what he was through, but he must have been to Eddie's side because he knew him and had a good relationship."

Saying goodbye to the two uncles, Andy forcibly puts the demon on a leash and drags it back to the building.

Passing by a salvage man, Andy grabbed him and asked.

"Is Jimmy in his medical room?"

The other man nodded, and Andy immediately walked over to that side.

Pushing the door, Jimmy was seen looking at a man's tongue.

"Hmm.... You've got to eat some picks lately. ”

Jimmy makes a simple diagnosis and sends the patient out the door, only to look back at Andy and the restless demon standing there waiting for him.

"Hi puppy, did you miss me? Give you meat to eat. ”

Jimmy took out a piece of dog meat from a nearby chest, bloody it, and threw it to the demon to eat.

The demon devoured it, not caring if it was the meat of its own kind.

"Good dog, good dog!"

Jimmy sat down in his large homemade chair and looked at Andy, a stuff welded out of a lot of old-world chemical fiber products and steel bars, said it was a chair, and the average person looked like a metal work of art.

He didn't speak for a while, just sighed.

"Thank you Andy, you didn't tell anyone about that.... What's going on this time? ”

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