"Good morning, Mr. Andy." At this time, Andy and the other three went to Alice's office on the top floor of the Crimson Caravan store building again, there were still a large pile of neat ledgers around the desk, there were many safes on the walls and corners, and there were even metal doors connecting the other rooms, and these tightly sealed containers may have hidden something unknown.

"Good morning, Ms. McClofdie, would you like to tell me about the previous events?" Andy glanced at the safes imperceptibly, if there was indeed paper evidence of some of the Crimson Caravan's secret transactions, it would definitely be placed here, this is the most heavily guarded place of the Crimson Caravan, and there are several well-equipped Crimson Caravan guards on each floor, and they work in two shifts day and night, never giving thieves a chance.

Alice McClofdy was here every day to handle all her business, and she certainly wouldn't allow something as important to get too far away from her.

"Yes." Alice kept her usual smile.

"Regarding the topics that the two of us talked about before, I believe that you also know that such sensitive information is not suitable for publicization, which will make everyone more embarrassed..... But think about it. I'm working on a more detailed plan, and I'm going to refine each step bit by bit, calibrate all of this, and then I'll do my best to get the result I want. ”

"So, you should be able to understand that I need some time to get ready now before I can tell you exactly what we need to accomplish, but we have some small problems right now before that, and I think you're a good person to help me out, Mr. Andy." She crossed her fingers in front of her and said a few things.

"First of all, there's a guy who owes us a bottle cap and is missing, but he definitely hasn't had time to leave Hoover Dam City, he should be hiding somewhere.... I want him to pay off what he owes, whatever it takes. ”

"Secondly, the merchants of the Great Salt Lake, our competitors, do not seem to be willing to give up on competing with us for the market, and I have heard that some people have been secretly selling bottled water that does not belong to our Crimson caravanserais, and in large quantities and at a cheaper price. It's a bad thing that they're selling this smuggled product of mysterious quality without even getting permission from the Hoover Dam City government, and Sheriff Ralph says they're busy with other cases right now, so I'm going to hire someone to help me solve this problem as soon as possible. ”

"One last thing.... There is no rush in this matter, after you have completed the first two, I ordered an important cargo in Dog City. But I don't worry about others, I need you to help me get the goods, and of course, even if I work as a postman, I still pay well. The Pip-Boy shook a few times and recorded the new task in the taskbar, Andy felt that it was all a small matter, but it was also necessary to further gain Alice's trust, so he gladly took these things.

Walking out of the store of the Crimson Caravan, there is a stall of the Crimson Caravan for external sales at the door, saying that the stall is actually a table under the simple shed to put the goods, although most of the goods collected from the various tribes in the east will be supplied to the shops in the Bading District and the central area, but there are also some goods that can only be retailed out by themselves, and because there is a layer of less transaction process, the price is cheaper, so although the Crimson Caravan is mainly based on the supply of merchants as a profit channel, the retail sales of the store are not low.

Andy saw a merchant sitting on the ground with a box of shriveled fruits and vegetables next to him. The sign on the side reads: Tribal potato, big size, preferential price, 2 bottle caps apiece.

Beatrice looked at it and wrinkled her nose.

"Oh..... Red fruits, unpalatable.... Dusty likes to make juice.... Sell to stupid melons, haha. "The merchant next to me was selling some strange meat, mixed with some intestines and stuff like that.

He also inserted a sign that read: Miscellaneous meat, cheap processing, large amount of discounts. Beatrice looked very interested this time.

"Meat ..... I want to eat it..."Andy walked over and asked for the price, and by the way, what was the quality of the meat.

"What kind of meat is this? What's the price? The peddler, with his beard unshaven wrapped in an old green turban that was windproof, did not raise his head in reply.

"Offal meat, 10 caps per serving." Andy wasn't quite satisfied with this answer, he glanced at the pile of meat that had been randomly placed on the broken table, some flying insects had been wandering for a long time, and there was a faint smell of it.

Not fresh and not to mention, he saw that there was obviously the flesh of mutant insects and mutated rats, and as for the other pieces of meat that were difficult to distinguish and the water, he really didn't know what animal they once belonged to, as he said, this meat was mixed enough.

"One copy, what kind of one?" The vendor casually took out a large iron basin from under the table and showed it to Andy.

"This pot is one serving, and I will need 15 bottle caps for two servings." Andy looked at the basin, which was thicker than his waist, and handed the vendor 15 bottle caps.

The peddler counted and filled the large pot with a pot of mixed meat, and was about to find an old sack for meat, but Andy stopped him.

"No packaging, I'll dispose of it now." The peddler looked at him suspiciously, although his scraps were only sold leftovers, and they were pure garbage in New California, but here at the Hoover Dam, he didn't worry about selling, and there would always be people who came to bargain frantically at the last moment when the meat was completely rotten, and then packed up the stinky offal meat at an extremely good price.

He didn't care whether the meat was fed to the dogs, cooked and packaged into delicate dishes for some unfortunate eggs, or a swill feast in a large iron pot in the slums, he just wanted to sell a little more cap before the meat was completely turned into filthy rotten meat that even the lake monsters wouldn't touch.

It was only then that Beatrice was noticed, and in his astonished gaze, Beatrice lifted the large iron basin and opened her bloody mouth to swallow the large basin of messy and stale meat, as if she had drunk a delicious bottle of nuclear Coke.

"Not bad.... Again. She placed the iron basin on the vendor's table and made a snapping sound that frightened the vendor.

After Meimei ate two large pots of meat, Beatrice's breakfast was over, these days this terrible meat eater has almost eaten up Andy's meat inventory, forcing him to come out and look around for cheap and affordable meat sources, anyway, Beatrice, as a super mutant, is not afraid of any toxins at all and never has diarrhea and sickness due to bacteria and viruses.

After wandering around the top of the dam for a while, Andy felt that since Alice was not in such a hurry, he should not be in a hurry, and that he could now take the opportunity to see if there were any interesting people and things to see in the area around the Hoover Dam.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of a person he had long wanted to meet, and he went to the engineering department after dealing with a few small tasks assigned by Alice.

"So what are we doing today?" Mark wore a new white coat, which made him look up to him when he walked in Hoover Dam City, and both residents and military members were willing to look up to him, no doubt because of the pivotal role played by the Followers of the Apocalypse here, but unfortunately the leaders of the Followers of the Apocalypse chapter here lacked the unification to gather the members of the organization.

"Look for those guys....." Andy looked at the information Alice handed him, which mentioned that a guy nicknamed Toad owed 1,000 bottle caps to the Crimson Caravan, who was the owner of a shop in the Central District, and after it went out of business due to poor management, he refused to pay for the last shipment on the grounds that the Crimson Caravan's goods were all broken, and then hid around Hoover Dam.

In addition, the information also mentions that the black market at the Hoover Dam has become more and more rampant recently, and the water merchants in the Great Salt Lake area have begun to quietly join it, which has caused an impact on the business of the red caravans.

Just as he was watching endlessly, a person suddenly appeared in front of him. Andy looked up and saw that it was Sheriff Ralph.

He came over with two Hoover Dam cops.

"You've been famous lately.... Even I've heard a few big things about you, and I've heard that the first time you went to Dusty's shop, you fought several people there at the same time, and you won it completely; I've also heard that you're killing in the north while smashing a conspiracy, and some say that the marauders there have encountered a terrible enemy... The Crimson Caravan claims that they hired you to do it. Sheriff Ralph let out a puff of smoke and looked relaxed.

"I wonder if you've had time working with our Hoover Dam Police Department lately?"

"Of course, please say it." Andy didn't care about doing several things at once, and he had a guess that what Sheriff Ralph was going to say was probably something to do with what he was about to do.

Sure enough, Sheriff Ralph talked about the black market.

"Some outlaws have been secretly doing some business, I used to think they were still small and there was no need to be serious, but now they can be said to be more and more arrogant, we meet some addicts who are crazy because of the use of illegal drugs, it is not a simple thing to get those guys to stop attacking, I almost shot all the bullets, but that guy is still .....moving"

"And not only that, too many people go to the black market to buy goods, which affects the business of the Crimson caravan and the government's taxes, so they want us to do something, but as we all know, the entire Hoover Dam police force is ten people in total, and they can't just deal with daily problems and routine patrols every day."

"You might be able to do us a favor?" Sergeant Ralph winked at Andy.

"We don't have much money, but I can decide how much stolen goods are reported and find a suitable way to dispose of it, okay?"