The dogtown was restored after a week, and the people were temporarily freed from the disease with the help of the tonic cream, although it was not permanent, but the restoration of people's mobility would be the first step in the next plan.

A lean old man with short silver hair was dancing there to talk about some business plans, although his face was wrinkled like the skin of those wild dogs that had been mutated by radiation outside, but those blue eyes revealed amazing energy and vitality, making people see at a glance that this old man was definitely not a guy who kept to himself.

Mosgl showed an unusual interest in Andy and the others' plans, promising that he would be able to contact some of the NcR's caravans to help the project come to fruition faster, and Andy learned from Potter and the others that the old man had been a formidable caravan leader, only to be seen in a certain NcR's internal inventory.

These scripts were enough for him to be shot many times, but thanks to his series of actions, he survived at the cost of being transferred to the Black Canyon Prison, the most remote prison in the eastern part of the NcR.

After that, he didn't hesitate to join the ranks of these salvage fishers after hearing about the special regulations of Dog City.

Like many of his fellow travelers, this opportunity may be his only chance, not only to clear his name, but also to make a fortune and turn over.

However, for many years, this goal has not been successfully approached. Looking at the simple glass bottle containing the black ointment in his hand, his eyes revealed a different meaning.

As time passed, many people fell into disappointment and despair, and the originally ambitious Mosgel gradually became unbearable, and today, he has to begin to face up to his inner thoughts, that is, the choice that was like a gamble back then is likely to end in failure.

But it's better to fail than to die. At this thought, he decided to get out as soon as possible, but this idea could not be realized by himself alone.

So he found Marshall and assisted him in recruiting several suitable candidates. On that day, taking advantage of the chaos in the camp due to Potter's illness and the plague, the group stole some of the guns in the arsenal, and then took most of the small supplies with them, preparing to force their way out of the place and find another way.

It's a pity that it bumped into Andy and his party, and the Tesla electric shock therapy of the cylinder brain made the old man's brain blank.

Mosgar was really depressed for a few days, and his old body was uncomfortable for a long time because of the sudden stimulation, but in the midst of these painful torments, he gradually developed a meditative state of stability.

After letting go of those emotions, he listened to everything Andy and the others had said, and then thought of a lot......... He found that his opportunity might finally have come.

"You want to stop those damn viruses, do you?" Mosgl looked at String and Andy and the others.

"Yes." Andy looked at the old man with his arms crossed, and it seemed that there was a capable person in Marshall's gang who could be used.

"Then you have to trust in the power of commerce, the efficiency of commerce is unimaginable...", he said simply

A dazzling array of lines and nodes drawn from a single piece of carbon on the "whiteboard" are jumble but always connected to each other at certain nodes.

Andy only felt that it was an incomprehensible graffiti, but the strings reacted quickly.

"Are you painting a trade road? .... This range..... It looks like you know everything about the caravans in the entire Eastern District.." Mosgar smiled and nodded, and Eddie, the bearded driver standing behind him, looked twice and pursed his lips.

"Not quite, what you drew is at most half, and there are a lot of routes that only we old drivers know." Mosgar spread his hands and turned to show the pattern he had drawn for everyone to see.

"I understand what you're referring to, but I'm saying that the minutiae of low-end channels don't matter, time is money, and we want maximum efficiency. If you even count those capillary-like small businesses, it would be too important, and the battle against the virus needs to race against time, isn't it? The young lady in the white coat over there? Xian was silent for a moment, and responded a little coldly: "I'm afraid that money is more important to you." Mosgar didn't try to hide this, rubbing his hands together and smiling lewdly.

"From ancient times to the present, no one can get rid of money, and any courtesy, righteousness, shame, and moral norms are built on the basis of money..... If people find something unprofitable, they will try to stay away from it, wishing they would never touch it, even... Hate them. Xian's indifferent eyes were unmoved.

"Don't get me wrong, not everyone is like you... You have no idea what our people at the Great Dome have been doing in the previous time, and those who risk their lives for research will not make a penny at all. Mosgar smiled hoarsely, not intending to dwell on the issue.

"Perhaps, I don't know much about you, but maybe not all money is stylish.... Let's talk about the more important thing, how exactly to get these cute black mud into the mouths of people throughout the Eastern District. His finger pointed to a dot with three dots connected below it.

"Dog City has already established trade links with some places, and we can send goods to interesting little tribes, like the one that sometimes comes to buy some sturdy wild dogs from us... Well, I remember it was called a wrench? They haven't been here much lately, but we might be able to offer our good goods, they belong to the largest tribe of barbarians in the region. ”

"There's another one, the tribe that we all admire, and I don't even know where they got those technologies... The rags we sell them will always be cleverly repaired by them into good treasures that can be used, and those cryptographers, their members who travel around, can make the tonic balm reach the farthest corners. ”

"Don't forget our lovely NcR, who are such bastards, but no one can deny their dominance in the region.... Oh, and it's getting more and more crumbling now, isn't it, but at least they're restoring the damaged railroads that can transport goods quickly. They also control the largest settlement in the region, Hoover Dam City..."Andy nodded as he listened, as if he had seen the tonic paste circulating.

"So, we're going to start contacting these forces right away?" Mosgar made a slightly calmer motion.

"Actually, we don't know these guys very well, maybe they don't trust us enough, but these amazing products you bring are ..... in terms of appearance and taste Unique, should I say that? The black color and the sour and bitter taste in that fishy smell, oh...."Everyone recalled the experience of eating tonic ointment, and immediately frowned, that thing was not delicious at all.

"We just have to tell them it's something that relieves the condition." Xian said a little hesitantly, scientists do not think about taste, after all, they are not engaged in product development, but to make life-saving drugs.

"That's not enough, miss." Mosgel has his own ideas.

"If we want this thing to circulate far enough and enough of it, we can't tell the truth about everything.... If they were told it was medicine, they wouldn't necessarily be keen to buy it, and the natives wouldn't understand it at all, and might even think it was something that would be very harmful to them. He said with his eyes shining.

"We can say that this thing is a treasure that nourishes the body, and we can even say that this thing cures all diseases, soldiers eat it to strengthen the body, old people eat it to prolong life, children eat it to promote development, women eat it to be young, wise people eat it to keep their sanity, cowardly people eat it to be brave and fearless... Everyone will be scrambling to eat it! Andy twitched the corners of his mouth, some of these potency propaganda touched a little, and some didn't touch at all.

"Are you sure? I'm afraid that's not very proper—" Mosgar didn't care at all.

"What people are best at is to deceive themselves, not to mention that we are indeed selling things that do not eat bad people, so what's wrong? It's for everyone to eat, and that's why we're gathered here to chat, aren't we? String bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then finally agreed.

"Tonic creams are not addictive and have no harmful side effects.... If it's to suppress the plague..."