In the dilapidated office building, Andy and Florence are chatting.

A few glowing cockroaches crawled in and out of the corner.

"So they took all the crazy people away... This kind of arrest is still going on today, right? ”

"Yes, measles will wander around with those children of the wasteland, and some of them will be marked by their interrogation, which is one of the reasons why the people who live on the surface will gradually gather in the shantytowns, because it is controlled by Colonel Green, and the children of the wasteland cannot go in at will, although the others don't know that the crazy people are locked up in the ground, but they can see that people are constantly missing, and they don't want to be the next one, who knows if they will one day be considered crazy too."

Andy sat on a large piece of rubble, this is the chair here, and there was a "bed" next to it, barely flat and open, just a little hard and outrageous.

Some garbage is piled up in the corner, there are rusty car doors, scrapped tires, old bread makers, shovels, tattered clothes... as well as some glowing stones.

"What do you think this is for?"

"I don't know, but you should be happy about it as a slippery skin."

........................

Andy thinks it's not that simple, but since Florence knows a lot of things, it is better to take the opportunity to ask more, maybe there is some windfall.

"Florence, what else do you know about the Temple? Especially those that others know little about. ”

Florence wasn't so cooperative this time, blinking and looking left and right.

"What? Is there anything here that you don't dare to say? ”

Andy followed to look left and right, and there was nothing but the ruins that were dark.

Florence watched as he scratched his face with one finger and asked a question a moment later.

"You're so sturdy, you know a lot about how to beat people up, right?"

Andy was a little surprised when she asked about it, but he did know a lot about it.

"I usually beat people to death, violently... It's a bit difficult, because I can either teach the other person a small lesson, or just kill him on the spot. ”

Florence exclaimed and took a step closer to him.

"Then you have to help me, you have to teach me your moves, so I can tell you everything you want to know."

Andy looked at her and felt a little puzzled, how could this old lady with small arms and legs still think about fighting when she was more than two hundred years old? It's full of ghouls, and there's no human bullying her.

"Why do you want to learn to fight? Who are you going to hit? Why did you hit him? ”

Florence was silent for a few moments, and finally suddenly began to sob.

"They... They all bullied me, saying that I only knew how to hoard useless things, that I was a grumpy old gatekeeper... Say I'm a useless old immortal... I was kicked out of the ground, and then I was kicked out of the shantytowns... But even when I got here, those three bastards still taunted me and insulted me. ”

"I'd love to kill those three bastards, but if I'm caught doing so, I'll be sentenced to endless banishment, and here on the reservation, there are a lot of crimes that end up being punished with capital punishment that is worse than death... So I can't do that. ”

Andy nodded understandingly, it was for this reason that Betty hired him to kill Gillian before, even if Gillian as a slave did not enjoy human rights on the reservation and was just an "object" or "property", but killing her without the consent of Hank, the owner, or hiring someone else to kill her, would be considered a serious crime and sentenced to endless banishment.

"So you're trying to learn some tricks to get them down, right? So that they won't dare to bully you anymore, and you won't be punished for killing them. ”

Florence nodded very firmly.

"That's right! I'm living here every day, I'm not respected, I'm living a life full of fear and disgust, I moved here in the hope that no one will come to me again, but even here the same thing is happening.... I'm really fed up, I just want a peaceful and quiet living environment, I've lived long enough, am I picking up those dirt-stained things that no one wants? Do I have to swallow my anger in the face of their bastard words? ”

Andy touched his chin and taught her that it was a trivial matter to teach her two hands...

"I do know a few tricks, and it's fine if you want to, but... What exactly do you want? Florence, you have to think clearly. ”

He walked slowly towards Florence before suddenly disappearing into thin air, and Florence looked left and right in surprise to see Andy behind her.

"You... You're such a magician! ”

Andy looked down at the little old lady.

"If you just want those who live in this building like you to die, I can do it for you, and no one will find out how they died, actually... They will disappear forever. I'm sure the mysterious disappearance of a few freaks living in this dilapidated building won't cause any investigation, maybe they just went crazy and were crushed into the ground by the collapsed building, it has nothing to do with you, it's going to be faster and more direct, do you want that. ”

Florence pursed the corners of her lips and sat down in thought for a moment.

"No.... Kill them... Some of them have passed..."

Andy walked back to his previous position.

"Okay, so you might as well change your mind, even if the three of them are gone or die, someone will still come in later, and you may be able to shut them up and get out of the way with your fists and kicks, but will this make them think better of you in private? What if a few of them gather together to plot against you? Can the three punches and two kicks you learn in a short period of time help you 24 hours a day? ”

Florence lowered her head, then jerked her head up and clenched her fists.

"But! But I still want to learn, and I want them to respect me! ”

Andy looked at her for a moment, making sure there was no waver in her eyes.

"No one can deny that strength is an important factor in the components of respect. But if you're going to learn, you can't stop halfway. Also, if you do learn, I don't want you to stay here. You run away again and again, and if you continue like this, you will have to escape from the reservation, and there is no place for you in such a large place, and this abnormal state must not only come from the outside world. ”

"Think about it... Have you done a lot of things wrong in the past, things that have made you angry or made you provoke people who shouldn't be messed with, and now that you live here, and the people you are with are people who have been excluded by the public, and then you have to face the situation of being excluded from each other, is it worth it? ”

Seeing Florence bow her head again, Andy continued to enlighten her.

"You have a lot of valuable things on you, you are the oldest here, as far as you know, there must be information in it that is suitable to share with others, change your language habits and behavioral habits, there are many people in the wasteland who rely on scavenging to get rich, but if you have been looking in this shabby place, then you can really only find some useless waste, you should have more contact with the outside world, go back to the shantytown, tell them what you are doing, and even try to expand the business of the reserve, the garbage business is also a business."

Florence let out a long sigh.

"Okay, I know what you mean, you have a point... Then I'll get out of here after that, and I hope little Green doesn't hold a grudge against me..."

Andy didn't answer.

"This is one thing, you have another thing to do, you really should learn a little skill..."

....................

A day later, Andy followed Florence to find the three ghouls who lived in the dilapidated building.

The reddened ghoul taunted at the sight of her.

"You mean old bitch is really good for a pair with stupid slippery skins, and you're just like them collecting that shit all day long!"

Florence walked straight up at him and punched him in the face.

"Ahh

The ghoul who was punched fell to the ground in amazement, covering her eyes and looking at Florence in disbelief, how dare she hit someone?

"Listen up, rotten!"

Florence crossed her waist and said what she wanted.

"The next time we meet, shut your stinky mouth, otherwise your fate will be the same as today, if you don't change your teachings, I will definitely find some slippery to stuff into your mouth and improve your breath!"

The rotten ghost who was knocked to the ground responded in a hesitant response, and was punched again because his voice was too low, so he had to make a loud reassurance and apologize for his previous insult to Florence.

Then they found the bandaged ghoul.

"Bandages!"

Florence was full of confidence because she was fat and beat up a bad ghost.

"If you scare me again for picking up garbage, I'll set you on full burnt!"

The ghoul known as the bandage struggled to get up from the ground, his wobbly body was stiff and hunchbacked, his neck elongated with his head raised high, and the skin in the gaps in the bandages was almost completely black and festering.

"Florence... You.... Oh! ——”

Without saying a word, the bandage suddenly went crazy, howling like a beast and lunging at Andy, sharp nails running straight across his face.

Florence couldn't dodge, and his small body was directly knocked out, and Andy looked at the pounced ghoul, it was obvious that he had gone berserk.

Grabbing one of his arms and flicking it, the ghoul was thrown to the ground, seemingly painless and only howling.

Andy snorted, and with a slight force in his hand, he broke off his hemp rod arm, and rancid juice flowed out of the bandage, and the stench could be smelled through the radiation protection suit.

With a casual kick, the ghoul who wanted to get up again broke his two hemp legs, and Andy lifted the ghoul, who had turned into a human stick but was still lying on the ground and was gnawing at Andy, and threw it into a corner.

"Oh... My bones..."

Florence muttered to her feet.

"That idiot has gone mad, I'll call the Wasteland Sons to clean him up..."

Andy nodded indifferently, he didn't really care about the ghoul anymore, with his current status, even if he killed these outliers on the spot, he wouldn't suffer any punishment from the reservation, but he didn't want to make trouble, so let the crazy ghoul stay here motionless like this, anyway, the ghoul can't die even if his limbs are broken, it is said that some perverted marauders will pull out the teeth and gouge out the eyes of the mad ghoul and break the tendons and tendons and tie the limbs with duct tape to make a living chair, In this way, he shows his brutality and courage.

"Let's talk about that later, there's one more person left who bullied you, right?"

Looking at Florence, this old ghoul still has some strength, but she doesn't know how to use it to the fullest, the Bang Papa learned from the sandman tribe is just such a technique, through the extreme explosive power to concentrate all the power she can mobilize to attack the enemy, even if it is just an old lady, she can rely on this move to knock down a half-dead and extremely thin ghoul like a rotten ghost.

Florence is surprisingly talented, she said that she once read a boxing illustrated, and that magazine was all ruined by her, only because the magazine was incomplete, and there was no way to attack others in the process of training her body, and Andy's help taught her how to punch to knock down her opponent with one blow, and gave up the previous child-level windmill boxing.

But when it comes to getting revenge on the third ghoul, Florence seems to be in a lack of interest.

"Forget it... That guy didn't do much to me, at most he taunted me, beat him up or turned him into a bandage... I think it's a bit too much, anyway, I'm going to leave here later, I really don't know how long this place will last, maybe it will collapse in a few days. ”

She seemed to want to open it, and patted her dusty, rotten dress.

"You want to know what's secret in the temple, right? Which area do you want to know? Which person? About something or something? ”

Andy decided to ask all his doubts.

"Have you ever heard that Dr. Clark is secretly making some dangerous weapons?"

"Dangerous weapons..... I recently sneaked into a Level 1 dorm room and overheard someone saying that a secret lab in Level 3 was sucking people in, as if it was making cannonballs or something. ”

"Cannonballs?"

Andy felt a little tingling in his mind, and something that had disappeared when it was broken before gradually emerged, as if Marty had mentioned the same situation to him, and now that Florence mentioned it, he vaguely remembered that he really couldn't drink the strange wine handed by a strange person in the future.

"What are they secretly making shells for?"

"How do I know? Of course it's used to shoot others, right? I don't know exactly how to use it. ”

“........... So one more thing, have you heard of the names of Mirt and Sebastian? Who are they? ”

"Milt is the head of Level 2, the manager of the slaves who are in charge of producing equipment, they usually call him Foreman Milt, although this man is a slippery skin, but the children of the wasteland look at him differently, he is not only given the power to command all the slaves, but even some mechanics have to obey his slippery skin, he does not need to stay in one place, but can walk around the whole level 2 at will."

"Why?"

"Because Milt has lived long enough, he has been in the reservation for more than fifty years, and he should be in his nineties by now, when the reservation has just begun to open for foreign trade, and the first goods are old world remnants found on the reservation, which were quickly sold out, so Clark is ready to build a forge and buy slaves from outside to produce to fill the gap in goods, and it is at that time that Milt was chosen, and it is said that he is familiar with the whole process of gunsmithing, He also knew how to manage slaves. “

"I've heard that most slaves don't live for more than a few years."

"Yes, you can see why when you go to Level 2, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on Milt, at first there were boring people who bet on how long it would take him to die, and as a result, year after year, the slaves changed countless batches, only Milt has remained there and lived well, and it is because of this that he is respected, although he is not one of us, he seems to be loved by the Holy Spirit of the wasteland.... Well, that's what it's called, I really can't understand the strange scriptures that Clark kid made. ”

"So, what about Sebastian?"

"Dr. Sebastian... He was one of the first people Clark brought back from outside, and since then he has been Clark's loyal assistant, and has been involved in the most important projects, and the breeding protocol is in his hands, speaking of which, you are curious about the breeding protocol, right? ”

Florence deliberately spoke in a whispered tone.

"In Level 3, there is a mysterious laboratory, and the place where the imps get together regularly is in a red-painted area of Level 3, so those rooms are called 'Red Rooms', but the slaves who are sent to them do not enter those rooms, they are all sent to another place called the 'Green Room', it is said... It is said that terrifying screams can be heard occasionally. ”

Andy's expression froze, the one thing he cared about the most was this, what happened to the slaves who were assigned to Dr. Sebastian? Are they still alive?

"Florence, have you been to Level 3? Is it possible to sneak in that place? ”

Florence spread her hands.

"It's impossible, the door lock there can only be opened manually, and the button to open it is in Clark's hand, and anyone entering Level 3 will have to go through his visual confirmation before being allowed to enter, which means that those who are not allowed to enter by him will have no way to do anything."

Andy didn't give up, he felt he had to find out about it.

"Is there any other way to determine the condition of the slaves who have been sent to Level 3?"

Florence took a comb from her clothes and began combing her hair.

"So that's what you really care about... Then I can give you a hint, what you can find depends on your ability and luck. Listen, on the middle and last day of each month, Tier 3 will have a huge dumpster that is completely piled up and sent to Tier 2, as only Tier 2 has an incinerator on the reservation... In those ashes, there may be secrets you want to know. ”