Coming out of Otto's small workshop, Andy felt that he was also stained with the incorrigible smell of stinking engine oil.

"Otto wouldn't have figured out anything even if he got the drawing." Mark walked out of the narrow corridor to see that one of the two guards was finally completely asleep, there was a reason why these two men had been sent here to be janitors instead of the more important duty of guarding the top of the dam, and I believe that if it weren't for Diane's reliability, Otto would definitely have been beaten in the center, and the crumbling racial equality bill in the NcR law was completely nullified in this distant Hoover Dam.

"So you don't think you need to go to the drawing?" Andy patted the trench coat on the shoulder, and he wondered where to get a set of combat armor to put on his body, the previous set of armor had become the material of the subcutaneous armor implant, and the protective performance of the inner armor was relatively average.

Although the long trench coat is very good in appearance, he is not a superhero in the pre-war comics who can kill all the way in a trench coat and a silver submachine gun.

"No, I mean, it wasn't Otto who could really take inspiration from the drawings of the pre-war high-grade water purifiers and put them into practice, but Pierre. Otto was very good at repairing machinery, but it was a bit unrealistic to expect him to know how to innovate and improve by looking at the drawings.... But Pierre is different. Mark's eyes flickered a few times as he lowered his voice and leaned into Andy's ear.

"I can tell you one thing, it's a secret at Hoover Dam.... There is an unusual group of people in the Hoover Dam Engineering Department, they are not all members of the Followers of the Apocalypse or civilian mechanics recruited by the Wasteland, and the group I am talking about is actually a former Brotherhood of Steel, and Pierre is also one of them. Andy was surprised when he heard this, judging by the long-standing tensions between the Hoover Dam and the Brotherhood of Steel, such a situation could not happen.

"Really? Why? It is said that the people of the Brotherhood of Steel are very loyal, so why did they come here to serve their enemies? Mark shook his head.

"I don't know, maybe only Dodge and Candace know a little bit more, but they don't give details about this to anyone. I've learned a few things from other sources, and it seems that there was a serious infighting within the Brotherhood of Steel before, and a lot of people fled from it, and I guess that's why the Brotherhood of Steel offensive has slowed down recently. Andy thought to himself, looking at it this way, the situation of this branch of the Brotherhood of Steel in the east does not seem to be good, although the city of Hoover Dam in the NcR has been tortured and dying, but those enemies hidden in the shadows are not having a good time in the long attrition.

Suddenly, there was a violent vibration from the Pip-Boy. [The target prisoner has been found, do your best to capture him and return to Tibbetts Prison, whether he lives or dies] Andy put down the beep boy and glanced around in surprise, but no trace of the fugitive was found.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked curiously on the side, Andy thought for a moment and suddenly remembered that the fugitive with this number had met him before, wasn't that the super mutant named Blackjack.

When he was in the valley of Mesa Verde, he was blocked by a female slave trader and almost captured, and then sold to the Legion as a war slave, but Andy paid for his dilemma.

"I seem to see someone I'm going to arrest." He said this briefly, but Mark didn't continue to ask, probably because it seemed to him that Andy might also be a part-time bounty hunter, which is also common in the wasteland.

Andy continues to search the surroundings, and the Pip-Boy never makes a mistake with his tips, especially when it comes to fugitives.

Since it says Blackjack is nearby, then he must be here.... The bastard had patted his chest and packed the ticket to repay Andy for returning to Tibbetts Prison, but later Odysseus told Andy that Blackjack had walked through the boundaries of Tibbetts Prison and continued to leave west, making it clear that he did not intend to fulfill his promise.

At the time, he had other things to do and didn't have time to deal with this backsliding super mutant, but this time he ran into Andy's gun.

"Where?" Andy walked on the streets of the central area with a very arrogant posture with a fierce face, one hand always left the holster on his waist, passers-by saw him and retreated, under the premise that the Hoover Dam police in the central area did nothing, the residents here are well aware of the importance of avoiding foreign evil stars as much as possible, otherwise the only role of the police is to help you collect the body afterwards.

Mark followed Andy's footsteps, but he still didn't know what kind of person Andy was looking for.

"Hey, man, don't go it alone, what does that guy look like?" Andy kept on his feet, looking for a brief description of Blackjack's characteristics.

"It's just a super mutant, with green skin, five big and three thick, obvious." When Mark heard this, he immediately pointed to the very prosperous shop on the side, and at a closer distance, Andy saw a line of dim small words next to the neon sign, and thus knew that the full name of this store was: Dusty's Desire Entertainment Bar.

"There's a security guard at that store, and that's a super mutant. I can't remember the name, after all, I don't have much interest in going into that kind of shop. You can go over and see if that security guard is what you're looking for, super mutants aren't very common at Hoover Dam, and if you're sure that guy is here, it's probably him. Andy immediately turned around and strode in the direction of Dusty's Desire Entertainment Bar, which was undoubtedly the most popular shop in the central area, and they saw it as soon as they got out of the elevator.

The shop looks like a huge shack, with neon signs hanging high above to announce its presence, and a steady stream of customers, including NcR GIs in military uniforms and rifles.

There seemed to be a lot of huge round tables in the room, and next to them were a mess of stools, some homemade from metal waste, and some of which looked like they were before the war.

The cacophony of buzzing sounds came from the store, and all sorts of people crowded it in, and the reason for the boom was evident at a glance, and the tables were littered with wine bottles and medicine jars, as well as a mess of playing cards and bottle caps.

The low-quality wastelanders, smoking inferior tobacco, drinking spirits, and some of them taking drugs from time to time, sat around and talked and spent a lot of money, and all kinds of weapons were clearly hung on their waists and backs.

There are also some people who have no interest in the gambling tables, wine tables or leather tables along the way, and they roar all the way to the innermost part.

Andy and Mark plunged headlong into the crowd and moved towards the door of the store in the crowd of others, but the crowd suddenly stopped in the middle of the process.

Some rude invective came from inside, and Andy, relying on his height advantage and strength advantage, pushed left and right, ignored the complaints of passers-by and came to the front, and saw that a conflict seemed to break out in front of the store.

But his goal wasn't to join in the fun, he came over in such a hurry because he vaguely saw that the guy surrounded by several people seemed to be a super mutant.

The two sides of the conflict are now splitting into two sides in front of the shop, and on one side stand five or six wastelanders dressed as common merchants, but judging by their clothing, they don't look like merchants from the Crimson Caravan, and it is unlikely that they are merchants from the Three Brothers Caravan, most likely members of foreign caravans passing by here from other places.

At this moment, their faces were red and full of alcohol, and they looked like they had drunk too much and were already in a state of delirium, while the one standing on the other side was indeed a super mutant.

He was covered in green rough and thick skin, bulging muscles, about two and a half meters tall, wearing a rudimentary self-modified metal armor, and his beast-like face was tied with a belt that pulled his upper lip upwards, thus revealing his huge and hideous teeth.

"Stupid human... You guys.... Unruly.. You must... Pay... And there is no ... Back room? Or what... In short, free, no! He said this slowly with a little difficulty, with a thick guttural voice and a rough voice, which made people feel that he was not particularly smart.

Andy saw that this was obviously not the slippery black jack, and he was a little disappointed in his heart. Three of the drunken businessmen raised their eyebrows when they heard the words of the super mutant security guard, and they seemed very upset, so they untied their weapons from their waists and carried them in their hands, perhaps the Hoover Dam police's emphasis on order still played a role, and the people who were about to commit the murder were only using sticks instead of guns.

The batons-like things were strapped to batteries and metal rings, and on closer inspection, there were electric lights floating on them as their fingers flicked the switches.

The weapon was actually a homemade electric baton that was quite popular in New California, and it was called the cattle herding stick because the first people who made and used it widely were ranchers who raised a large number of two-headed cattle.

The ranchers needed something that was not lethal to the two-headed cattle and could cause them pain to get the unintelligible animals to their designated places, but it was later discovered that the electric shock sticks that were originally used to drive the animals were just as effective as a close confrontation between people, especially in settlements where the use of firearms was prohibited.

In addition to the two wastelanders who had turned on the current switch of the cattle drive, there was also a young man who looked around and suddenly rushed towards a nearby pool table, and picked up one of the pool cues on it as a weapon.

"You disgusting, inferior cannibal mutant bastard, what emboldens you to talk to us humans like this?" The three merchants stood together, brandishing their weapons at the super mutant security guard.

"You guys.... Give money..... Otherwise.... Kill! Eat! The super mutant security guard, who was not very bright-minded, said the words of stepping into the minefield of three drunkards, and they immediately grabbed their weapons and swarmed up, and the violent electricity attached to the cattle drive stick instantly pierced the skin of the super mutant and paralyzed his whole body, and the drunk man with a billiard cue rounded the guy in his hand and used his best strength to slap the super mutant on the head.

The club bent in the air and let out a terrible whistling before breaking in two on the green head with a loud bang.

Some in the crowd of onlookers let out exclamations, but many more watched indifferently as the super mutant was beaten to death by three drunks, because many people hated and hostile them because of the sins that this race had committed in New California in the past, even though their organization had collapsed years ago.

"Stop!" A majestic female cry came from the depths of the shop, a dark-skinned woman with her hair casually combed into balls on the top of her head, a large and plump body, and her size was not even inferior to that of most men, and she was running out with a shotgun in her hand.