"Whew-" Power fists with huge kinetic energy slashed through the air, smashing a table with a single punch.

Andy calmly dodged and kicked a bottle of beer away, giving the mallet a headshot to the initiation, and the dirty beer bottle with brown dirt exploded on the mallet's bald head, making him almost mad with anger.

Blackjack took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, looked left and right, and silently began to move towards the door of the bar.

"My God! What's wrong again?! Dusty rushed over with her pump-activated shotgun again, horrified to see the scene in front of her, the super mutant security guard she relied on the most, Beatrice lying unconscious, still clutching a hammer in her hand; Almost all of the tables were smashed, and the culprit, the bald bearded man, was still screaming and screaming around.

A calm voice rang out from behind Dusty.

"It's just a guy who suddenly went crazy drunk, and we can help you out." Dusty looked back, and a man slowly crawled out of the corner behind her, and he pushed the tattered wooden table that was pressing down on him, and the white coat on his body had torn a gap, and the shirt inside had become tattered.

But instead of an injured chest, what leaked out from below was a strange silver-gray close-fitting fabric that seemed to protect him from being badly injured by the Super Power Hammer.

Mark got up from the clutter, although he had dodged in time, he was still smashed by the hammer of the mallet and the person and the table, if it weren't for the strong kinetic energy absorption ability of this special undershirt on his body, he might have vomited blood at this moment.

He took off a pair of glasses with shattered lenses and threw them on the ground, his indifferent face gradually revealing a terrible rage.

"You're going to die, you're going to die, you're going to die!!" The gavel was already incoherent, and he waved his terrible fists indiscriminately, knocking passers-by in his way.

Andy instantly turned on the V mode in the interval between his attacks, and the three heavy punches hit the braised egg head without reservation, and when the V mode ended, the mallet was instantly hit and flew backwards.

A man caught him from behind, and then his arms went up and down to fix his smooth head, and he exerted force.

"Click-" A crisp sound rang out in the bar, the mallet tilted its head, and the body fell to the ground.

"Yes.... You're going to die. Mark muttered coldly, taking off his tattered lab coat and throwing it at the corpse's face.

The bar was silent for a while, and the harsh scene stunned many people, especially Ginger Flowers, who first opened her mouth to fit a radiant scorpion egg, and then tears welled up from her aging eyes.

"Nope! No!! Mr. McBride! You ....." The withered and old woman knelt on the ground and wept aloud, it seemed that this irascible bald head was indeed important to her, and perhaps for her the gavel was more than a protector, but all this was now meaningless.

Dusty looked at the mess in front of him and only felt that his blood pressure was rising, and when the deputy sheriff probed his brain at the door of the store again, he naturally ushered in a stinking scolding from her.

....................... A red laser glowed in the air, and a puff of roasting smoke rose from the place where it hit.

"Ouch! - "Blackjack fell to the ground in pain.

"You slippery head, run again!" Andy came to Blackjack out of breath, and after controlling Ginger and packing the body of the gavel with a body bag, he realized that Blackjack had disappeared again, and it was not until the next night that he found him again in a valley east of Hoover Dam according to the guidance and clues of some passers-by.

There was a sound of tires scraping against the ground, and Mark drove over in an atomic Humvee, and he wasn't the only one in the car.

Beatrice struggled to squeeze out of the back seat, and Jiang was finally relieved that she was about to be squeezed by the super mutant to the point of dying, and her eyes involuntarily moved to the roof of the car, where there was a body bag tied with rope.

A piercing and threatening cry came from the side, so frightened that Jiang was shocked and no longer dared to look around, Xiao Hei jumped up and down to show off his martial arts and grinned in front of the captive, warning her not to make the slightest move.

Mark closed the door and got out of the car, in fact, Mark would drive beyond Andy's expectations, the cars that can be driven in the wasteland are so rare that most people don't have the opportunity to own one, but Mark is not only able to drive but is very proficient.

According to him, he actually drove most of the vehicles Andy had seen or had never seen, although he explained that he had learned it from the Followers of the Apocalypse's collection, but Andy didn't believe it at all.

This kind of driving technology not only means that he has received systematic theoretical learning, but also has a long period of practical experience, both of which are not something that ordinary people can do in a normal living environment.

"It looks like you've finally caught the last one, I'm a little curious, how much bounty are on these people?" Mark was wearing an old spring outfit common to the Wasteland dwellers, and his Follower of the Apocalypse uniform was completely out of wear.

"Not a single cap." Andy dragged the reluctant Blackjack to the Atomic Humvee and threw an old punch until Blackjack covered his face and couldn't move or spray feces all over his mouth.

"Maybe I'm just doing this to make some guy settle down....." Mark frowned, unable to understand what Andy meant, but his personality prevented him from pressing.

The two of them stood in the wasteland relatively far away from the Hoover Dam, and Andy had been operating the Pip-Boy, and after about half an hour, the ground suddenly began to tremble.

In Mark's astonished eyes, a giant quadruped robot came from afar like a metal fortress with long legs.

"This ..... A creation of the Acme Company? It's really rare.... You called it? Andy put down the beep-beep boy, it's not too far from Tibbetts Prison, and the wait time is much shorter than it was in Dogtown.

The massive robot finally got close enough, and Beatrice touched her head and muttered.

"Metal Dog.... It's huge. Argos lowered its triangular head, and the scanner at the very end glowed blue, scanning the ground one by one, making a rumbling electronic sound after identifying three targets.

"Hello, Commissioner, congratulations on the fact that you are one step closer to completing your mission, and this unit will contain all prisoners." A door opened at the front of its neck, and several discharging mechanical arms stretched out quickly took away the body bag wrapped in the mallet corpse and the screaming ginger, while Black Jack was pinned down and shocked by the three mechanical arms because of his strong size and fierce resistance, and was swallowed by Argos in screams and black smoke.

"Containment has been completed, and the work continues to be made by the commissioner, and rewards will be distributed according to the warden's instructions." A long narrow hatch opened on the side of Argos's body, and a silver metal box fell from it, which slammed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The Pip-Boy shook. [Odysseus signal received, automatic transfer has been completed] A bearded man appeared on the screen of the beep boy, and his expression was still the same.

"I thought you had forgotten the task I gave you.... Luckily, you haven't completely forgotten about it. Mark stood by and looked at Odysseus, suddenly becoming a little serious.

"I certainly haven't forgotten... However, it seems to me that more important than physical isolation is to find something that can cure the root cause, and I have obtained the antidote to a new plague, Odysseus.... There's no need for you to be so nervous. Odysseus shook his head slowly but firmly.

"I've told you before, and I don't mind saying it again, in my calculations, even if there is a vaccine, the speed of its spread is limited by the current situation of the collapse of the social order, and once there is a large-scale and long-distance spread of the virus, it will still cause irreversible consequences. So, you still need to continue to work hard to capture the remaining fugitives as soon as possible.... I have not very good news here, based on the intelligence and calculations I have obtained, I can deduce that the intensity of human activity in the Greater Southwestern Federal Region will increase significantly in half a year, which is extremely conducive to the spread of the virus, and everything may be irreversible at that time, so you have to hurry. Without waiting for Andy to continue asking, Odysseus unilaterally cut off the communication.

"What? .... Every time it's like this, there is no beginning and no tail, have you repaired the hole in the wall, I will catch you here and put it there, isn't this useless work? Just to meet the relevant procedural requirements, you can't try to fool yourself. Andy knocked on the beep boy and complained a few words, helplessly watching Argos drift away.

Mark walked over.

"So you're working for a pre-war AI, and it looks like it has a lot of resources left over from the pre-war...", Andy shrugged.

"I don't mean to hide anything, to tell you the truth, I think I'm doing a good job, and I have a share of the success of the tonic ointment, and I'm only one last step away from completely eradicating this plague. That AI is the AI of the epidemic prevention facility left over from before the war, and it has always told me that if it can't turn the situation around, according to its program, it will have to send an army of robots to destroy all the creatures in the surrounding area, which is not good, isn't it? ”

"I see, I think you can already be called a hero." Mark said, walking over to the silver box that Argos had left behind.

The chest is a rectangular metal box with a number of regularly distributed diagonal quadrilateral depressions on the surface, metal nails and iron-clad iron in the corners, and a fingerprint lock in front of it.

He crouched in front of the box, seeming a little nostalgic.

"It's .... A standard SA high-level military equipment storage box, I really haven't seen it for a long time. He touched the box and tried to trigger the fingerprint lock, and sure enough, there was a flashing red light indicating that the fingerprint recognition had failed.

By standard design, once the identification fails more than three times, the box will completely lock itself up according to the Fly Kick procedure and then activate the built-in self-destruct mechanism after a one-minute countdown, preventing the enemy from recovering the scattered vital military supplies.

Mark was about to stand up and ask Andy to come over and open the box, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a not-so-obvious sign on the side of the box, which was a capital letter surrounded by white stars in a circle

“E”。

"What?!" He immediately went to the side to take a closer look, and was sure that he was not mistaken, that it was indeed a sign with a special meaning.

"What's wrong?" While Mark was crouching in front of the box and fumbling around, Andy was chatting with Beatrice about what had just happened

The hilarious question of how many people "Metal Dog" can eat in one meal, the super mutant made it clear when they left that he wanted to leave the bar and follow Andy as his bodyguard.

Dusty understands Beatrice's thoughts, and suffers from being beaten up often but not being able to eat people, but in retaliation for having to hire more new security guards and spend more money to maintain the store, she demands that Andy pay half the price more if he comes to her store in the future.

As a result, Andy's team now has two people, a super mutant and an animal, and the Atomic Hummer can barely carry everyone after being modified.

At this time, Andy looked at Mark curiously, and he also noticed the unique logo, but he didn't know what it meant, he just thought it was one of the symbols of the SA army before the war.