“？” Andy looked at the sick man in disbelief, he looked dying, his voice sounding like a bellows when he gasped, and his limbs were weak.

"Hmm.... Well? Squinting with difficulty, his body was like that of an old man, he was already trying to get information, but his senses and chaotic mind made it impossible for him to comprehend what was going on around him.

"You're really dead." Jimmy's tall figure emerges from the hallway behind him, his face exhausted.

"If you run around any more casually, you might really die!" He picked it up and turned around and walked towards the ward.

Andy watched the scene wordlessly, then turned to ask Clay about the other gatekeeper.

"I remember there's also a guard named Jeb, right? Where is he? Is it the same as being sick and having difficulty moving? When the people around him heard this, their faces were not very good-looking, and Andy had a bad guess in his heart, and the subsequent response confirmed this ominous expectation.

"He was sick and died." Clay sat on the sidelines and rummaged over a rusty trash can on the ground, pulling out a slightly wet piece of bubble gum from his trouser pocket.

"Jeb was one of the first few people to fall ill, and it didn't take long for him to be unable to move, and every day he had a high fever and cough, and then an endless stream of gibberish in a state of delirium.... Eventually, he died, presumably from incontinence and the bursting blisters, and the smell even stunned a man who had gone to dispose of the body, and Jimmy had taken him far enough away to throw it away. Andy stretched out a hand to wipe his chin, always feeling that when he first came to Dog City, the image left by that handsome man was still vivid, and he had disappeared from the world after a short period of time.

Clay was chewing bubblegum in his mouth and his face was gloomy, it didn't feel good for him to talk about it, and his physical condition had started to deteriorate recently, and some large and small blue blisters had begun to appear in the area under his clothes.

Having settled down, Andy decided to provoke the beams.

"I understand your situation, but... What I'm trying to say is.." Before he was halfway through, there was a commotion.

Three or four tightly wrapped guys came over with weapons, and the things they were wearing were all tattered clothes collected from somewhere, but it was obvious that the degree of wrapping was seriously excessive, except for the hood, mask, clothing, pants, and boots, some of the gaps were also closed tightly.

Although everyone wears it tightly on weekdays to avoid the wind and sand, it is far from being so exaggerated.

Clearly, they felt the need to do so. Andy looked at these bloated guys and couldn't recognize who they were.

But the clay knows. He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the people opposite him in a defiant gesture.

"Yo, isn't this a clean gang? What are you doing here? Be careful if you have too much contact with us, and you won't be able to leave~" The guy in the black mask in the lead had a gleaming 10mm pistol in his hand, and he didn't react much to the clay's words.

His attention was more focused on Andy in front of him. The sound of the urn in the urn came from behind the mask.

"What do you want to do?" The unidentified man looked at Andy with a less friendly attitude, and the tightly wrapped guys behind him constantly threatened the people around him with their weapons to back off, and seemed to be very disgusted with other non-companions in close proximity.

Andy looked at the mess around him, and he had to say that it did look like a bad comer.

"It's just a misunderstanding, I was about to talk about it, I came back here this time to bring it..."Andy was about to say more, when a bullet flew by.

The man in black in the lead continued to raise the pistol menacingly, and just now, a bullet shot came out of the pistol, making a shooting sound that shook the eardrums.

The bullet passed not far from Andy and hit the cement pillar behind Andy, causing his eyelids to twitch.

The onlookers couldn't help but take a step back, and Andy noticed that the dog city salvage men seemed to be afraid of these guys, they were holding normal firearms and weapons, and the others such as Michael were almost unarmed.

"Stand back, I don't want to stay in this place for another second, whatever, I'm going to say goodbye to this cursed ghost place forever, and no one will try to stop me..... If you don't have that idea, get out of the way! The mysterious man's voice was hoarse, and his emotions seemed to be close to getting out of control.

Clay was taken aback by the shot, and he stood up and pulled out his iron pistol, which was then pointed at by several men at the same time.

"How can you do that? Have you forgotten how he helped us in the first place? Marshall, how did you get to be like this now? In the past, when I was in the engineering team, I still called you a brother! I'm so blind! Andy looked at the guy in front of him, but he didn't expect him to be Marshall.

On the other side, Marshall slowly put down the pistol in his hand when he heard this, and seemed to calm down a little, but the atmosphere did not get better.

Behind the black mask, Marshall looked wordlessly at the people around him. Several people followed him, including Victory, Mosgel, and Scobie.

"I'm completely fed up, I don't want to die here in a nest, I don't want to continue to be crushed as slaves by those shit NcR officials until the last moment, I don't want to hide from those crazy sandstorms and wild dogs that want to split up me at any time, I don't want to continue to sweat and pick up garbage in the dangerous ruins, just for those old men to give me the same picture cake!" Marshall uttered these words in a fierce tone, and turned back to ask his companion.

"That's what you think, right?" Victory's tongue was broken, just nodding, and Skobi Mune's nod said yes.

Mosgel smiled lowly, the silver-haired former caravan captain didn't know what he was thinking about, and he didn't object to Marshall anyway.

"So you want to leave?" Andy craned his neck, feeling that the timing of his arrival was quite coincidental, I am afraid that in the short period of time before he came, there were serious disagreements and infighting among the Dog City salvagemen, and Marshall and the others may even have controlled the weapons stockpile.

Looking at the big backpacks they were carrying, they were probably going to get out of here and find another way out.

"It's to get out of here forever." Marshall gritted his teeth to correct Andy.

"I used to be willing to stay here because I thought Reilly was a big idiot and Potter was at least a little better than him... But now that idiot is dead, what about Potter? His promises and appeasements were all lies! He kept saying that with all the garbage we have accumulated, as long as we hold on and wait for the NcR to count it, we can not only pardon all our sentences, but even make us a lot of money. But the truth is that the NcR don't plan to keep their word at all, they think it's better for us all to die here... They took the stock we had worked so hard to build up over the years, and in turn told us it wasn't enough! ”

"What are we doing here? Waiting to fall ill like that untrustworthy liar from Potter? Andy scratched his head with a headache, NcR was really not calling it a personnel this time, but he just couldn't get Marshall out of here.

On the one hand, he didn't want the salvage crews in Dog City to break up completely. On the other hand, although these people seem to be protecting themselves, they are probably infected with the virus and should not be allowed to run around at will.

"I understand, but I have some news here that maybe—" Before Andy could finish speaking, he was interrupted for the third time.

Marshall pulled out his gun and fired again, and Andy had already ducked behind a nearby bunker the moment he raised his hand, which was supposed to be an old-world metal machine, but it was a little mutilated.

"Let's go!" Marshall rushed to the exit first, but at that moment two strangers appeared there and stopped him again.

The string hid behind the cylinder brain and let it block Marshall's bullet, and the cylinder brain, which was sparked by the bullet, felt very angry.

"Looks like someone needs a little cold water." The brain-controlled robot fires a smoke grenade from the launch slot, making a metallic crash

"Ding". Marshall couldn't see ahead clearly, and was about to shoot blindly, when he saw a blue light bounce towards him through the smoke.

In a series of screams, the group was knocked to the ground by the arc of the Tesla gun.