The scene on the top of the dam is still the same, with endless water on the north side, bottomless valley on the south side, and a large wasteland guest active in the wide space at the top of the dam in the middle.

The sound of selling, quarrelling, drinking.... There were a few more shouts, and Andy saw a policeman with a .44 pistol asking a man who seemed to have stolen something to stop running away, and immediately opened fire after the other man did not respond.

It's messy, but it's also very pyrotechnic. There are a number of shacks along the south side, many of which are open to the public, such as the old Nakamura izakaya where Andy went to eat and the one opened by Pablo

"Be careful with the coffee and wine under your feet". In addition to this, there are several more eye-catching shops, and Andy saw one called

The "General Store" is a general store, and it is estimated that it is a grocery store or something, that is, it has a variety of business categories such as pawn shops, scrap recycling stations, food stores, and clothing stores.

The name is domineering and direct, and Andy wonders if the owner is as big as the name of the store.

He continued to browse east, finally finding his goal. A somewhat worn wooden sign had been treated to resemble a pistol, with words carved into it, clearly written

"Frida Gun Shop". He was just about to step in when he heard a quarrel coming from the room.

"I advise you to show some respect to me, otherwise the consequences will be serious." A low, angry middle-aged woman's voice came from the room, and she was responded to by a series of rustic and obscene invectives, and almost immediately, a gunshot rang out from inside.

Andy watched as a ragged and unshaven guy stumbled out of the shop, with some drops of blood still on the ground after he left.

This guy seems to have met someone he shouldn't provoke, and a bullet easily closed his-pit mouth, perhaps.... It may be closed forever soon after.

After thinking for a moment, he walked into this sturdy gun shop. A dazzling array of weapons and boxes of ammunition were placed on the counter in this humble shack, and as a gun shop, it could be said that the level of goods was completely above the passing line, and among those weapons were some rare products in addition to those commonly found in the wasteland, Andy could tell at a glance that they were some energy weapons.

The female shopkeeper was standing behind the counter wiping her gun, her complexion was pitch-black and she was wearing a leather suit that Wasteland mercenaries often wear.

The bullet belts and weapon belts on the clothes were almost stuffed, and the long wavy black hair was casually draped behind her back, and under such a wild dress, her face revealed an extraordinary elegance and depression.

"Something?" Judging from the name of the store, Bacheng is a female shopkeeper named Frida, and calmly asked Andy who came in and looked around, and her tone was calm, as if someone else had just shot and injured someone.

"Oh... If you don't mind, I'll take a look first. Andy cautiously walked around the puddle of blood on the ground and walked to the side of the shelf.

She nodded slightly.

"Don't be so formal, feel free to ..... The situation may scare you, but I am actually a very peaceful person, but I have some higher-than-average requirements for my conversation with customers. You seem to meet my requirements, so just take it easy.... I'm sure most people would do this to an addict who keeps harassing them. ”

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Frida Van Graff, I'm the owner of this shop, and I sell things as you can see." Andy picked up a gun and looked at it, but was suddenly startled when he heard it.

"Van Graff? I've heard, are you from the Van Graff family? The shopkeeper nodded in acknowledgement.

"Yes, that Van Graff from New California. Looks like our family is as famous as ever, isn't it? But don't apply all the stereotypes about our family to me just because of my last name, I have a lot of differences from my siblings... Of course, I still have the confidence to be a weapons dealer and not lose to anyone. Andy saw that the shopkeeper seemed to have the intention of chatting with him, so he immediately got off the donkey and chatted.

"I've heard that all members of your family are engaged in.... Weapons dealers, but it is said that your family has always had a bad relationship with the NcR, so why are you here? Frida smiled inexplicably.

"You're right, our family's relationship with NcR may be a little slight in a bad way, you must know that NcR looks like a huge man, but in fact he is weak and neurosplit. Especially after those iron cans started a war, NcR can be said to be a mess, which actually gave me a lot of opportunities to take a ride.... That's why I'm here? In fact, I had given a lot of arms in exchange for where I am now, and at a deeper level, I didn't really like to be around my siblings, so I became a brave pioneer in the family business. Andy picked up a 10mm pistol and looked at it, this weapon is a common road weapon in the wasteland, most of them are old items left over from before the war, but it is durable and easy to maintain.

Such a reliable weapon has always been a favorite of the people of the wasteland, and with a few basic maintenance skills, it can be easily used for a long time.

"So you're coming here alone from the west? I thought you'd come over with at least one of your siblings. She smiled and shook her head.

"Oh, it sounds a little unbelievable, but the answer is yes, I did come here alone with the goods, and that's something that all of us Van Graff sons and daughters can do. I was born in Redding, and when I was a kid in my family, I had a good time with a half-brother named Jean Battist. But the man had been missing for several years, and no one knew where he was, so I had to go alone. Andy listened to what the shopkeeper said, and by the way, he looked at the pistol in his hand with a beep boy.

[N99 pistol] [The latest military standard pistol weapon to replace the N80 in 2051, designed to withstand the most extreme environments, using 10mm bullets] [Item durability: 100%, accessories: silencer, automatic receiver] He chose this weapon, its ammunition is easier to obtain, and it is also very easy to maintain.

Compared to the previous ones found in the wasteland, this 10mm pistol sold by Frida Gunsmith is in excellent condition and comes with additional accessories, and there is no rust or other faulty conditions inside and outside the body, which can be said to be a rare and practical masterpiece.

The most critical reason is that he is shy now, and he can't afford to buy many bullets for pythons and rhinoceros now, and the next runner must have the opportunity to use force, so he has to turn to the direction of economy.

"This gun, plus these bullets .... How much do you need? Frida looked at it briefly, then casually said the price.

"If you have a gun, it's 300 caps, and you have 100 caps for bullets." Andy looked at the beep-beep boy and sighed slightly, ready to hand over the few remaining bottle caps.

A Hoover Dam police officer suddenly pushed the door open.

"Frida, someone just said that there was a gunshot in your shop, and we saw a dead one lying outside, what's going on?" The female shopkeeper calmly responded to the police's questioning while maintaining the weapons in her hand.

"Isn't it every day that a troublesome addict is just a troublemaker? It's not surprising at all. The police seemed to have guessed the same thing in his mind, but he couldn't just deal with it.

In any case, this is already a bloody incident worthy of being documented and slightly circulated, and Sheriff Ralph cares deeply about all groups of individuals with criminal records, the Van Graffs are a well-known violent weapons smuggling ring, and Frida herself, although always very elegant, has a name on a certain list.

He rolled his eyes and saw Andy standing to the side.

"Hey, did you just see what happened? Answer me truthfully. Andy shrugged in response to what Frida had just said, and the policeman asked for his name and jotted everything down in his notebook, then turned around and left the weapons shop, and it seemed that the matter was simply over.

"Thank you for your help, I'll give you a discount this time, and you can take away the two hundred bottle caps." Frida generously gave the discount, and Andy was lucky not to become a complete pauper.

After everyone had left the shack, Frida, who had grown up in the Van Graf family, had become a natural weapon dealer as an adult, battling wits with a group of rude and dangerous customers, and hated it.

But the wasteland is treacherous, and if she doesn't obey the family's arrangement, she may end up miserable, so she has been working as an arms dealer so awkwardly.

It is only now that she is nearly 50 years old, and finally has the ability and wisdom to think about how to spend the second half of her life.

Frida first volunteered to become a pioneer of this dangerous eastern business in order to leave the family's environment, and she had a hunch that the Van Graff family would eventually encounter an important turning point.

Since the war in the enclave, the family has gained a lot, and it seems that it is in the limelight for a while.... But everything is afraid of prosperity and decline.

The Hoover Dam had become a stagnant pool, and she was not optimistic about the future of the place, and her plan was to leave the place and go to the Mojave after a period of relaxation, and it was said that the New Vegas area controlled by House was quite commercial and trade-oriented, and there was a constant stream of people going there to spend.

If she could, she would go there and open a more formal weapons shop, and wait for the opportunity she had been preparing for, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She had even figured out the name of the shop, believing that as the first person to arrive in the east to expand her business, she was qualified to name the eastern branch of the Van Graaf family.

It's called.... She looked at the gleaming silver gun in her hand. Silver impact.