Following the direction of the merchants, the cart eventually stopped near a clearing where all the caravan merchants eventually gathered.

A few rudimentary metal sheds were built on this square, apparently manicured site, with shelves for tethering cattle and merchants setting up their stalls here to exchange with others what they needed.

Of course, the main purpose of this place was a place to load goods, and some men in thick blue overalls used wheelbarrows to push cartloads of water from wooden barrels from the town to this place where the caravans were gathered, and the merchants stepped forward, some of them carried the water to the ox carts, and the captain of the caravan would come to a special person and hand him the bottle caps.

The man wore a black trench coat, a shotgun, a cowboy hat, and dressed like a normal police officer, like the police officers in Hoover Dam who were under the orders of Sheriff Ralph.

The policeman drank and ordered the men in dirty, torn blue overalls to speed up and push out all the water, and enthusiastically communicated with the caravan captains, collecting the bottle caps they had handed them.

Andy looked at the workers who were pushing the goods in the carts, and according to Ivan's description earlier, these were probably the so-called

The "Jericho workers", or the slaves of those who actually belong to the rulers of Jericho. They looked tired, they looked like they hadn't had a good rest in a long time, and there were men and women and even a few ghouls hanging inside.

As he looked at the bustling market in front of him, a group of people suddenly approached from the other direction, wearing strange homemade metal armor or ornaments made of strange bones, revealing a variety of tattoos on their dark, dirty skin.

They were noisy and noisy, and some people simply walked while drinking. The three of them couldn't help but be attracted by the sound and turned their heads to look.

Otto scratched his head.

"Ahh The man at the front of the group who was clearly the leader of the group had a blue cloth wrapped around his head, and by the way, an eye, which looked like a one-eyed dragon, and he was not good-looking, but no one behind him dared to step past him.

Seeing the many merchants in front of him, the one-eyed dragon eye immediately showed displeasure, he pulled out a pistol stuck in his back, flicked the sleeve of the pistol, and then fired five or six shots at the sky and the ground at random.

This can scare everyone half to death, some of them screaming and crawling to find cover, and some of them are ready to respond to the conflict at any time.

"Salt ghost! What are you doing?! The policeman took off his shotgun and raised his aim, asking in a loud voice, but all he got was the tit-for-tat muzzles of a bunch of bastards and the smiley faces of the hippies.

"What? Make way for these idiots who don't have long eyes, you don't understand this? I don't think you should wear this skin, my brother can replace you with any one of them, don't you think? As soon as Andy heard the policeman's name for the blue-clothed man, he immediately remembered the bounty he had received from Bob, including the nickname of Ryan Mitchell, the leader of a marauder gang, the Salt Lake Gang

"Salt Ghost"; If it was really him, then those noisy guys were the so-called Salt Lake Gang marauders, and at this thought, Andy's eyes couldn't help but burn as he looked at Ryan Mitchell's head wrapped in blue cloth.

A burst of boos and taunts smashed at the policeman, and what was even more terrifying was the black hole muzzle that could fire at him at any time, and the policeman with the shotgun couldn't cope with the situation in front of him, and his face couldn't help but waver.

"Hey! Scared? Go home and find your mother! ”

"Coward, if you fall into my hands, I'll put you in a cage, and then sink in salt water and take a bath, turning you into a side dish to drink, hahahaha!" Just when the situation was not knowing how it was going to change, a tall, muscular man wearing a long black trench coat and black cowboy hat, with deep eyebrows, a tough and cold face, and long curly black hair, walked towards the place, accompanied by five or six similarly dressed policemen.

As soon as he saw him, the policeman who didn't know what to do immediately found the backbone and immediately slipped behind the man.

"If you tell your men to repeat those words, I promise you will starve to death on the Great Salt Lake later." The police officer's voice, which was extraordinary at first glance, was impossible to ignore, and under the gaze of his terrifying gaze, the marauders, who had been very arrogant just now, were silent, and their eyes turned to look at their leader, the one who stood at the front

"Salt Ghost".

"Mike O'Connor....", the salt ghost's gaze became serious, and he withdrew the pistol in his hand behind his back, and the marauders lowered their guns as they saw it.

"We have come to you this time to ask for a well-deserved reward." The policeman standing in front of him did not change his attitude in the slightest, and he forcefully continued to control the rhythm of the conversation in his own hands.

"Call me Sheriff O'Connor or shut up!" The salt ghost, who was choked hard, immediately clenched his fists, but slowly opened them after a moment.

"Well, Sheriff O'Connor .... I hope you keep it this way forever, or we'll look down on you, huh.... So, can I go on? Sheriff O'Connor didn't answer his question, but asked his own question.

"What deserves to be paid? I haven't hired you guys to do anything, and I don't need to pay you at all, but you still owe a bottle cap for water; If you are willing to do business, then learn from others to do it honestly, otherwise don't talk about it! The salt ghost shook his neck, it was very uncomfortable for him to talk to someone like this, if it was on his territory, the Great Salt Lake, if anyone dared to talk to him like this, he would teach that person a good lesson in a hundred ways; For example, if the man is whipped into the flesh and kicked again and again from the boat into the salt water of the Great Salt Lake, and if he still has the strength to climb up, he will kick him into the water again, and he will laugh while listening to the hysterical cries of the victims.

But this is not the Great Salt Lake after all, but the town of Jericho a dozen kilometers away, and the leader here is the Sheriff O'Connor in front of him, who is very angry with his words, and the Great Salt Lake has almost no output except salt, and there is nothing for them to plunder for a long time.

In many cases, the total profit of doing business normally is much higher than that of robbery, so the water bandits on the Great Salt Lake are half businessmen and half bandits.

If you offend the guy in front of you, it's really troublesome.

"It's a big deal, I think... It's best to choose a place where it's just the two of us, don't you think? Sergeant O'Connor scoffed, and immediately waved his hand in refusal.

"Don't play with me, I'm not going to fool around with a guy like you, if you have anything to say, make it clear here now, and get out when you're done!" The expression on the salt ghost's face collapsed for a while, but in the end, he managed to control the violence in his heart.

"Hmph—Sheriff O'Connor, when you listen to me, you're afraid you'll be grateful to me, you know? I got in touch with some of the boys who had gone to Lake Mead and asked them to pollute the water from the Hoover Dam with something they found there. What happens after that? If you have one less competitor, they will become a huge potential market, and they will be guarding the water there but they can't drink it, they can only get water from somewhere else.... Guess where their most recent choices are? When Sheriff O'Connor heard this, there was no joy on his face, only anger.

"Hell! What horrible things have you done? I never asked you to do that, are you crazy? If the NcR troops stationed at Hoover Dam find out the cause of this and blame me, it will be all over then! They might rush over and ruin everything! The Salt Ghost burst out laughing when he saw the expression on Sheriff O'Connor's face, and felt like he had won the city back.

"Hahaha, look at your scared look, O'Connor, you're as ridiculous as a little mouse in the sewers. The NcR has taken care of itself, and now they are far from what they used to be, they are weakened, and they have been cowering at the Hoover Dam without moving, what is there to fear? If you're afraid that this matter will get out, then it's your own shame now, I said before that the two of us should find a place to talk about this matter alone, but you don't. With that, he seemed to be very righteous and swept his fingers around the onlookers.

"Listen, if anyone dares to spread the word about this, not to mention that O'Connor will leave you with no water to enter, and I will also send someone to hunt you down, find you, and I will let my men kill your whole family!" The marauders made intimidating movements or made intimidating noises towards the surrounding merchants, causing them to either bow their heads and remain silent or retreat one after another.

Sergeant O'Connor quickly recovered from his shock, and when he saw that the salt ghost Tian was shamelessly trying to entangle with him, he immediately stopped it.

"Shut up, bastard, and don't threaten my clients there, so you came to me for this stupid thing you did?" The salt ghost held out a hand towards him.

"O'Connor, don't say much, the thing has been done, and I will pay for you in the middle, or it won't be long before those Hoover Dam people can only obediently run up to you and beg you to sell them water at a high price, and then you can lie down and ask your slaves to help you earn bottle caps, and you can steal the fun. Okay, a fixed price, 3000 bottle caps, this bottle cap is a drop in the bucket compared to your long-term income in the future, the two of us will continue to cooperate in the future, nothing is uneven, take it! Sergeant O'Connor almost laughed at him as he pulled out a .45 pistol stuck in a holster at his waist and opened the safe, making no secret of his attitude.

"First, we have no slaves here, only workers; Second, I advise you to take your bastard fish back to your lake now, or else I'll let your corpses go back to the Great Salt Lake and feed the Artemia worms. Seeing that he couldn't talk, the salt ghost put down his outstretched hand with a snap, and spat into the sky, and then suddenly pulled out his gun and fired.

A chaotic shootout erupted in front of Jericho, and the merchants retreated with their cattle and goods, and even though many of them were armed, they didn't have to be involved in the battle.

"Bang bang bang-"

"Whoa—" Another group of policemen rushed out of the town to join Sergeant O'Connor, and now the two groups were almost evenly matched, and they all found the nearest bunker next to them, and they drew their guns and fired, bullets flying in the air, and the sound of someone being shot and falling to the ground could be heard from time to time.

Sergeant O'Connor was extremely brave, he opened fire with a .45 pistol and killed two Salt Lake Gang raiders one after another, dropped the pistol on the ground immediately after the magazine was empty, and removed the .223 shotgun from his back, the muzzle of the gun sticking out of a gap in an empty barrel, and with a slight aim, the blue turban wrapped around the salt ghost's head was pierced with a single shot, leaving a hole.

"Ahh - "The salt ghost was so frightened by the precise shot that he almost peed his pants, and the fear of the bullet passing over his head was rare for anyone to taste, and now a great fear rose in his heart, followed by unbearable anger.

"Kill them! Kill them! Let this shabby town come to an end with New Canaan! He roared loudly, and the marauders opened fire with a variety of guns, some of which were holding strange iron-barreled guns that seemed to be made of rusty iron and wood, and after a few shots, they jammed, and then were shot by the well-armed Jericho town police on the opposite side and shot their double-barreled shotguns, and lay on the ground in smoke.

Several of the marauders looked at each other and lowered their guns at the same time, they took some strange homemade grenades from their bodies, threw them high, and threw them directly behind the police line.

A burst of white smoke swept away with the explosion, and the police officers in Jericho Town were shrouded in white fog, only to feel that their eyes could not be opened in severe pain, and their lungs were throbbing like fire, and each of them covered their faces and mouths and bowed down to dodge, and all of them lost their combat effectiveness for a while.

The Salt Lake Gang raiders cheered and leapt out from behind cover, and some of them shot at a strange homemade modified gun, but instead of ordinary bullets, they shot salt sand.

A Jericho police officer was wearing sunglasses and a face towel and survived the salt bomb thrown by the marauders, but as soon as he burst out of the salt spray, he was shot head-on by the marauders in front of him, and the salt sand fired at high speed shattered his sunglasses and shot them into the eyeballs, causing him to fall to the ground on his back and let out an earth-shattering scream.

At this critical moment of battle, some bullets suddenly came from the side, knocking over several marauders.

The salt ghost turned back in surprise and saw three guys in different clothes cutting into the battlefield from a direction they hadn't noticed before, and the strong man at the head opened fire with a large pistol in each hand, killing a marauder on the spot with almost every shot, either a direct headshot or a large hole in the chest.

And the two people next to him were not to be outdone, a blonde woman shot through the necks of two marauders with a shotgun in her hand, while the green-clad ghoul next to her acted as an atmosphere group with a revolver.... Ahem, his marksmanship is really not very good, and the few shots he fired either hit the ground or hit the barrel, causing the water inside to flow to the ground.

With the cushion provided by Andy's men, the police, who were caught off guard by the raider's secret weapon, fought back, and Sergeant O'Connor took the lead, he directly dropped the shotgun in his hand, pulled out a Boi hunting knife, took three steps and made two steps, and one big jump and slashed at the salt ghost with the knife in both hands.

The salt ghost looked at Sheriff O'Connor, whose eyes were red from the salt sand, and looked like a madman, could only pull out the machete on his waist and hastily block, accompanied by the sound of metal touching, and the two began to fight with grinning.

At first, Sheriff O'Connor had a clear advantage in strength, but after a few moments, he subconsciously closed his eyes and shed tears because his eyes were so painful, which gave the salt ghost a chance, he ducked to the left, and slashed at the back of his heart when Sheriff O'Connor stiffened because he didn't have time to retract his strength.

Just as he was beaming with joy as he was about to succeed, he suddenly found himself seeing his back.

Andy carried a blood-dripping sword in one hand and the head of a salt ghost in the other, and the marauders fled one after another.