He pushed open the tattered metal door that he didn't know where to get it, and before he could walk in, he was close enough that Andy saw the dim sign removed

In addition to the words "Bob's Pawn Shop", there are several patterns of unknown meaning under the sign, one of which is the pattern of two guns and skulls, I don't know why he feels very visual when he sees it, but after thinking about it carefully, he can't figure out what it means.

Next to that pattern there are two more patterns, blurred by dirt.

"What to do? When something or buy something? "A man who looked like the owner of the shop was wiping down the counter, surrounded by a lot of miscellaneous debris, all kinds of worn-out clothes, dirty decorations, small machinery of unknown use, and twisted scrap metal..... It can be seen that someone has tried their best to tidy it up, but it is still inevitable that there is a feeling of entering the scavenger's nest.

The man's arms were very thick, and only the top one of his blond hair had been shaved down, and that hair was so long that it fell behind his back.

He was wearing a set of jackets that mercenaries liked to wear, with bullet belts hanging directly on his body, and even a bulletproof vest on his chest.

"You're Bob?" Andy glanced left and right, and walked straight to the innermost counter, where a few well-maintained weapons were placed within reach of the strong shopkeeper in front of him, and it was obviously not ordinary people who did this kind of business here.

The blond-haired man raised his head when he heard this, his face was full of wrinkles, it turned out to be an old man, but his strong physique greatly diluted his sense of aging, and those muscles were barely shriveled.

"Yes, what's the matter with you?" Bob glanced at the three of them a few times, and immediately realized that this was not the usual poor ghost who came to him and asked him stupid questions about how many bottle caps his panties could be used for.

Andy shrugged and said he had never been to the store before, so he wanted to come in and see if it was in stock.

Bob pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and waved it from side to side casually.

"You can look at the things in this store casually, just ask me the price if you see something, and if you come to me to change the bottle cap, eight out of ten will not come back to redeem your own things." Andy looked around when he heard this, and couldn't find a clean and valuable item to arouse his desire to buy, maybe there were one or two real treasures hidden in these rags, but before that you had to pinch your nose and endure the feeling of stolen goods and dust being in close or even negative contact with you.

"Well... Beatrice, Mark, if you want, find out if there is anything you are interested in, and I will buy it for you. He walked up to Bob and said what he really wanted to ask when he came in.

"I saw a few patterns under your sign, I think I've seen something like this somewhere before, but I really can't remember, can you tell me what those patterns mean?" Bob's sharp blue eyes glanced Andy up and down a few times, and there seemed to be some confusion on his face.

"Speaking of which, I also have a feeling that I am familiar with you, I must have been in contact with someone who looks a little like you before, and that was a long time ago...... Are you not related to him? Well..... That guy seems to be named Andy... Or Anlo? I don't remember exactly. Andy's brows jumped when he heard this, Sheriff Ralph couldn't even tell that he had been at Hoover Dam before, and the owner of the pawn shop in front of him, who was not amazing, could still almost recognize himself even though he had undergone plastic surgery.... The terrible thing was that he didn't remember what he had done before he entered the Black Canyon Prison, and he didn't know what the person in front of him had done with him.

"Ah, uh..... I do have some relationship with him, but I don't know him very well, did you know him before? He.... How is he? Bob scratched the golden retriever on his head and sighed.

"He... Actually, we don't have a deep connection with each other, it's just that he gives me something and I give him a bottle cap, and if you ask me what he got back, it's mostly somebody's head. Andy was choked up when he heard this, and then a lot of speculation popped up in his mind.

"You mean, that guy is a killer, so you..... Are you an agent? Bob threw the rag in his hand into the corner, and it was rare for a healthy and wealthy person like the one in front of him to come to his shop and talk to him, so he was actually very interested in chatting.

"Killer, it's not entirely wrong, but the work I do is not so mercenary. There is a more appropriate word to describe this job, and that is the bounty hunter, unlike the killer, it is not a one-on-one employer who gives a task to the employee, the bounty here is open to all those who volunteer to do the job, of course, the only person who can bring back the full head will get the bounty. In addition, we also have a review mechanism for the bounty list, and generally speaking, it is to kill those undoubtedly murderers and villains. Isn't it great to make money while still being chivalrous? ”

"You asked what those patterns on the sign meant.... Well, while that means you're not a veteran insider, I think you must be very talented at doing these jobs, and looking at your muscles and the iron on your waist, I know I'm not wrong. He took out a small bottle, squeezed out something, and wiped his face and hair with both hands, gradually exuding a different temperament from just now.

"Reacquainted, I'm Bob, and I'm currently the only union dispatcher in Hoover Dam City. If you were to ask me what the guilds were, I'd say they were the Bounty Hunters, the Treasure Hunters, and the Mercenary Guilds, and if you wanted to do some dangerous work in exchange for some extra money, then you would definitely be the right person to walk into this shabby shop today. Mark came back empty-handed, and it didn't look like he had a fancy for anything, and Beatrice walked over with a dirty, oversized piece of metal armor that had been eroded and damaged during the battle with the Water Tiger on Lake Mead.

This piece of metal armor is almost a simple piece of slag gear made from metal plates drilled into the ropes, and it's hard to imagine what the maker made it for, and maybe that person is also a super mutant.

"This ..... Wear—" Beatrice handed out the armor, and the heavy thing landed on Bob's counter with a terrible thud, and that's when Andy noticed that it was supposed to be a remodeled from the shell of a military vehicle.

Bob took a slight step back and looked at the terrible thing

"Armor" said his valuation.

"200 caps."

"It's a little more expensive, 150 caps."

"No way, this thing won't be sold for scrap metal at this price, not to mention that it's a piece of armor that can be used, and at least it's unmatched in terms of sturdiness."

"That's 155 caps."

"I've said it all....."

"Hey, who else but a super mutant would wear this thing, and you were sold to you by a super mutant, right?" Bob sighed, it was true that no one else would buy this thing.

"Sold to me by a super mutant who always gambles at Dusty's, that guy is really not very lucky and has been addicted to it, if you want me to say, how can he win someone else's cards with his big fingers? Even I know that there are a few famous big guys over there, who have been winning, but have never been caught by others. After tugging around for a while, Andy bought the crude super mutant armor for 150 caps.

The two chatted for a while about the three major unions, and Bob knew everything.

"At the beginning, I was just a point dispatcher of the bounty hunter union, but I didn't think that as the situation got worse and worse, those two guys patted their butts and ran away, and as a result, I was the point dispatcher of the three major unions alone.... The only business I really understand is the bounty hunter side. For mercenaries and treasure hunters, the most I can do is sell some information that I can't guarantee is true or not, and I don't know if it's outdated, or introduce them to some customers who need it, and I introduced the new mercenary bodyguards in Dusty's store to her. He smoked a cigarette and pointed at Andy.

"Do you have any ideas for your team to earn bottle caps? I can guarantee that the remuneration is very good, and the people who can fight these years are the talents that all parties need, and some people need bodyguards or thugs, and you all look like experts in this area. Andy thought for a moment, the mercenaries took on some temporary escort tasks or stationed security work, and the treasure hunters were tired of going around to explore the opportunities to make a fortune in the dangerous places that no one cared about, and these jobs were not very compatible with what he was going to do now.

"I'm a little interested in bounties, can you show me the current bounty list?" Bob nodded, turned and walked into the inner room with the locked door, and soon walked out with a small notebook and handed it to Andy.

Andy immediately opened it after receiving it, and it was densely packed with bounty information and various annotations, and many pages of bounty information had been crossed out, some of which had been withdrawn by the bounty, and some of which had been bounty had been killed and received the bounty after being confirmed.

In the gap between these messages, he saw several bounties that were still within their validity period. Pip-Boy shook and popped up with a new quest hint.

[New Mission: Bounty Hunter] [Description: Kill the target who was offered a bounty, cut off its head and bring it back to Bob in exchange for a bounty reward] [Craig: Leader of the Blackfoot Tribe Hunting Team, native, male, about 40 years old, was rewarded for repeatedly leading people to attack NcR patrols, caravans, and plundering the population of small settlements, with a total bounty of 1650 bottle caps] [Miguel Vargas: Former NcR soldier, male, 34 years old, went crazy for unknown reasons, One night while he was stationed in Dog City, he was suddenly scattered in two rooms and killed all six of his colleagues, and was offered a bounty.

The body of the deceased was examined and confirmed to have been bitten on the neck, and it can be determined that he is still active in Dog City, with a total bounty of 1,000 caps.

"Nh": Suspected Brotherhood of Steel Assassin, female, about 25 years old, blonde, with a red scar on the left side of his face, about 170cm tall, wanted by the Hoover Dam Police Department and the NcR unit stationed at the Hoover Dam, who has launched two assassinations against the Dodge Mayor in a year so far, after investigation, he has disguised himself as a hooligan and entered the Hoover Dam under the alias Nh, it is believed that he has not left yet, and the total bounty is 2000 bottle caps] [Ingmar: Leader of slave traders and marauders, ghouls, The leader of an unknown ghoul raider gang in the southeast, who has repeatedly attacked caravans and engaged in slave hunting, with a bounty of 1200 caps] [Kyle: Marauder leader, nickname

"Rust Hook", male, about 30 years old, leader of the Rusty Hook Gang, a gang of southern raiders, attacked the caravan several times, and the three brothers said he killed the caravan captain

"Big Bear", 1000 caps for the total bounty] [Ryan Mitchell: Marauder Leader, nickname

"Salt Ghost", male, about 35 years old, leader of the Salt Lake Gang, a gang of water raiders in the Great Salt Lake, repeatedly attacked caravans, committed many crimes including but not limited to theft, robbery, rape, murder, fraud, etc., with a total bounty of 1,350 bottle caps]