Carrying a homemade flashlight to lead Andy around, they wandered around the building until they finally stopped in front of one of the locked rooms in a dark hallway.

The man with the flashlight turned his head, and it turned out to be clay.

"It's in this room, it's hard to find, and we've even killed someone because of it." Andy was a little surprised because he didn't see anyone he knew missing.

"Who?" Clay shook his head.

"You don't know, that's who came after you left, and after we reconnected with the NcR, in addition to them starting to collect scrap and convert supplies, they also started to pick volunteers from the felons at Black Canyon Prison to send them to Dogtown. While it's good to have fresh blood, it also exacerbates instability..... The environment here is still too poor, and it is difficult for ordinary people to adapt to it. After opening the door, there were many things of various sizes covered with black cloth, and he walked over to one of them, uncovered the black cloth, and moved out of the mission that Andy had come to find.

Looking at the blue metal box with antennas and buttons in front of him, Andy couldn't help but feel strange.

"What is this? It seems to be some kind of pre-war high-tech, but what is it used for? Mark looked at it twice and immediately came to a conclusion.

"It's a high-powered transmitter that's generally used to remotely activate something, whether it's a heavy machine or a high-lethal weapon, from a safe distance." Clay glanced at Mark, then complimented him on his knowledge.

"You're right, it seems that this friend you brought with you is an expert, this thing is indeed a long-range signal transmitter, with a maximum coverage of more than ten kilometers under suitable natural conditions. We don't know what it was originally intended to be used for, and it's unlikely to be found, but it still works with just a small matchmaking modification, and it's nearly intact. Andy crouched in front of the box and thought, Alice is just a businessman, what is she buying this thing for?

The price of Dog City couldn't be low, after all, scarcity is expensive, and there was no good messenger to take the box back to Hoover Dam for such a long distance.

She could have asked NcR to bring it back with the scrap, but instead of doing that, she picked someone to come with the car and secretly bring the machine back, as if she was deliberately avoiding NcR...... He looked back at Mark.

"Do you think.... What did she buy this thing for? Mark pushed his glasses with a thoughtful look on his face.

"This thing isn't the point, it's just.... Start button, and importantly, what will be associated with it. Also, it's not necessarily because the initiator wants to keep her distance, it could also be because the transmitter is powerful enough to penetrate obstacles that ordinary transmitters can't penetrate, so that it serves its purpose. He walked over to the machine and looked around.

"This style.... I look a little familiar, I think this should be a military model, you can't find this thing at a military base, right? Clay snorted twice, indicating that he had nothing to say, after all, the salvage man's rule was to keep the location of the valuable scrap produced in strict secrecy.

Mark stood up and dusted his hands.

"It's a bit strange indeed, the Hoover Dam doesn't seem to have a device or weapon worthy of this thing, the NcR has long had a serious lack of understanding of pre-war high-tech, they have a stalemate with the followers of the Apocalypse because of the political line, and because of the competition with the Brotherhood of Steel for high-tech items, there are not enough high-quality people to help them master those precious pre-war legacies and technological crystals, and the Crimson Caravan does not seem to be able to plan to resell this thing to the NcR at a high price."

"If she's going to use it herself.... I always felt that this woman was bubbling up in her heart again. Andy took the transmitter away and said goodbye to the clay, and he and Mark walked down the hallway dark from the lack of lighting.

"You said before that NcR lacks high-quality talents who have a sufficient understanding of pre-war technology, so don't they often sit on mountains of gold and beg?"

"Yes, while the Followers of the Apocalypse are willing to provide support in technical fields related to people's livelihoods, when it comes to the military field, the NcR is on its own. I've heard some funny things, such as that after getting the Hoover Dam, they often don't know how to properly use the pre-war facilities they control, and they have no choice but to recruit people who are willing to do things with bottle caps. But the question is, if the NcR itself doesn't have scientific talent, how can they identify the number of pounds and taels of those who come to apply? Thanks to the Followers of the Apocalypse, otherwise the development and maintenance of Hoover Dam City would really be difficult to move forward. Mark said, feeling a little funny.

"I can't even imagine what the NcR will do in the future when they ramp up their expansion into the east and get more pre-war facilities, maybe they'll put some stupid fools and crazy crooks on the throne of experts, and make these guys make irretrievable decisions in positions of importance, while the Followers of the Apocalypse and the Brotherhood of Steel will stand aside and let out silent mockery." Andy thought about it for a while and thought it was funny, the key point that caused the NcR situation was that the NcR lacked institutions to recruit talents, and the important universities and scientific research facilities in the NcR were basically in the Autonomous Prefecture controlled by the Followers of the Apocalypse and the Autonomous Prefecture controlled by the Iron Brotherhood in Maxson State.

"I don't think this situation will necessarily last, after all, NcR is a huge country, even if it lacks at some levels, at least it can get strong national support and be able to control public opinion, they can use all kinds of means to dig into the wall." Mark nodded.

"You're right, Pierre of Hoover Dam is an example...."The two walked for a while, and Andy suddenly thought of something.

"I have a question, why didn't the NcR take advantage of the victory in the war to suck the scientific talent they needed from the enclave?" Mark was stunned for a moment, he glanced at Andy, and was silent for a moment.

“...... You, I remember you were also an NcR person, right? .... Never mind. After the defeat of the enclave, all their conspiracies were made public, and became synonymous with political incorrectness; Both the NcR and the Brotherhood of Steel agree that the members of the enclave are somewhat toxic in their thinking, so ..... They did not accept the surrender of former enclave members, much less allow them to integrate. Once the remnants of the enclave are identified, they can be captured with a long prison sentence or a direct killing, and the Brotherhood of Steel is more radical in this regard, which seems to have something to do with the dogmas left behind by their founders. Andy stopped, and the two stood on opposite sides of the hallway, looking at each other.

"Do you think they're doing the right thing?"

“.... There's nothing right or wrong. Mark stood in the dark, his glasses glowing green from Andy's Pip-Boy lamp.

"If it had been the enclave that had been won, no one knew what they might have done, and guess what, a bioweapon that could wipe out all the so-called mutant life in the wasteland, or a nuclear arsenal that would be enough to destroy the entire west coast of the SA one more time? Such an end..... In fact, it was just their own doing. Andy nodded and said nothing.

......................................... The next day, taking advantage of the waning momentum of the Red Dust Storm, Andy decided to race against the clock to launch his Bounty Hunter operation.

After consulting with Potter, it was certain that there was indeed a crazy guy in action in Dog Town, and that guy had almost become a legend among the salvagers.

It is said that it was a man who used to act at night in black robes, as he called himself

"Diablo", if someone is left alone in the dog town at night, it is possible to be killed by this guy

"Hunting". At least three salvage bearers swore to Andy that they had seen the bodies of those killed by Diablo, that the necks were gnawed and bitten, that they were believed to have been fed blood before they died, and that the dead were often frightened and had weapons clutched.

They are aware of the danger and are prepared, but the end result is death. As a result, there are many salvages who believe that it is not a simple murderer, but a supernatural monster, a vampire.

No one can say exactly where he settled in Dog City. However, Andy had his own way, he left the salvage camp with two of his teammates and Blackie, the gas mask and thick clothing helped them resist the residual red dust, Blackie had to shrink into Andy's clothes, only Beatrice was wearing the newly bought thick plate armor, she had no other protection, after all, she couldn't find a suitable gas mask, and there was no need to worry about the environment.

"Where are we going? The ruins of such a large city are impossible to find a guy with hidden whereabouts on two legs. Mark's voice was a little distorted through the gas face, and there were no signs of wild dogs on the streets of the dog city, but the remnants of dog feces and corpses were still everywhere, and the wind mixed with red dust emitted a rancid smell.

"Go to the police." Andy strode forward.

"You may not know it, but I'm the sheriff of the city." Mark listened, questioning

"Huh?!" After walking for several hours, they suddenly saw a corpse lying in front of a dilapidated street shop.

They walked over and saw that the corpse was still carrying a backpack, which contained some electronic waste, scrap metal and small equipment found everywhere, basically some bottles and cans, typewriters, electric fans and the like, it was obvious that this was a person who was scavenging in Dog City, and it should be the new salvage man who came to Dog City as Clay said before.

The body lay on the ground, already shriveled and peeling from the dust storm, but the bite wound on the neck was clearly visible.

There are still many traces of beatings on his body, one leg should have been broken when he was alive, and his left hand was almost a lump of flesh, and his murderer seemed to have abused him for a while before killing him, so it can be said that the deceased died a miserable death.

Andy stood up from the body, at least now with a clue.