After turning around, the person Andy was looking for was finally found by him at the starting point, that is, by Smith's side.

"You're going to overrun."

His serious expression and tone were telling Smith that the matter was serious.

"Wouldn't you have forgotten that the new request was made last month?"

Smith put down the hammer and muttered sadly.

"I thought there was still a lot of time... You're like an ever-running urging machine, counting down all the time."

Walking to the side of Milt, he could see that this was a tall and thin man, wearing a hard hat that only a foreman would wear, his eyes were dark, and he didn't wear a face towel or anything like that, but he didn't cough, although he wasn't a ghoul, but he was as leisurely as a ghoul in this harsh environment, which couldn't help but attract Andy's attention.

Before he could finish speaking, Andy hurriedly found him.

"Hello Milt, I'm Andy, the newly chosen ambassador of goodwill, I wonder if you've heard of me?"

Milt turned to look at Andy, and didn't show any surprise.

"I heard Dr. Clark mention you in an internal meeting before... I didn't expect you to be willing to come down to Level 2, I thought you wouldn't want to stay here, but since you're here, I can help you do what I can, like add a little accessories to your weapons and armor for free. ”

Andy was stunned for a moment because of this sentence 'you slippery skin', and took a closer look, although the nose was still there, Milt's face was indeed a little wrong, but why did Florence say that he was not a ghoul before?

"Can you add some accessories to this gun?"

His attention was quickly drawn to the free help that Milt had advertised, and he pulled his riot shotgun out of the Pip-Boy.

Milt took it and looked at it twice.

"Isn't this a new model developed by Smith? .... To be precise, the 'new model' of the reservation was made according to the ideas I provided and some broken pre-war blueprints, and you have a good eye, I can help you change it to a more comfortable butt, and the muzzle can be equipped with a suppressor to reduce diffusion, you can come with me to the crafting table. ”

The two walked to a workbench where no one was passing by, and Milt fastened the gun to it and began to add accessories.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Andy hurriedly leaned over and asked.

"Milt, don't you think it's a bit bad here? I felt very uncomfortable. ”

Milt, wearing a hard hat, shook a crank to make the shotgun click, and his men were very skillful.

"Oops? Is there something wrong with the environment here? It's just a little bit of pollution in the production process, they don't have any effect, and even in turn they make people feel warm and comfortable, do you think I don't feel well? I know, you're also a slippery skin, so you pity those slaves? Then I suggest that you should quickly put away this useless pity, which will not help you in your career here, where slippery skin is slippery skin, and if you ask any new human being who works here, they will answer you: the environment here is comfortable. ”

Andy looked at Milt strangely, isn't this a standard reserved ghoul remark? He doesn't look like a human being, huh? Could it be that he has become a spirit ghoul?

He pressed down the doubts in his heart, coughed twice, and continued to ask.

"But you should also understand that there is a big difference between the bodies of Slippery and the new humans, and they don't necessarily think that the environment here is comfortable, right? Aren't you surprised that slaves here die quickly? ”

Milt removed the gun from the machine, then lowered his head and began rummaging through a wooden crate under the workbench for the materials he needed.

"I don't think it's strange at all, all the slaves sent have already been selected, even the slightly stronger slippery skins have been cut off by Sebastian, and those who stay are still rubbish even if they don't work, and then let them do the heavy work and meet the deadline, it is already good to live for about two years, and many slippery skins can't hold on for even half a year. It's clear above, but no one cares, and everyone bets on the breeding agreement, but in my opinion, even if you pay so much, the results are still small and pitiful. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out the butt of a gun.

"I'm not afraid that you will tell Clark about this, what I said is the truth, without me, there would be no business on the reservation, even measles can only talk nonsense with me about ideals, the future and other bullshit, slippery skin may not live for a few decades, but what do we have to worry about the future? Obviously, we only need to absorb more of the same kind from outside to expand our strength. ”

Hearing this, Andy finally couldn't hold back, and the actual situation didn't seem to be quite the same as what Florence said.

"I want to ask one thing, Milt, I heard that you have an extraordinary slave here... He lived a long time. ”

Milt nodded as he mounted the butt.

"Yes, his name is Fred, this slippery skin is very interesting, other slaves can live up to two years, and when he dies, he is as light as a paper man, but he has lived for five years now, and his body is getting stronger and stronger, some people say that he may have been blessed by the Holy Spirit of the wasteland, and even want to use him as a living example of the power of the Holy Spirit of the wasteland, but I am not interested in those religious arguments at all, it seems to me that he will not live for ten years anyway, just a special kind of slippery skin."

As soon as Andy heard this, he knew that Florence's statement was probably a bit of a big problem, she seemed to have mixed up something, fortunately she didn't have anything to do with Milt in the first place, otherwise if she said 'everyone is a human and not a ghoul', I am afraid that stepping on thunder can blow up to the sky.

"I thought... Forehead... Actually, I talked to Florence before, and she said... You're the one..."

Milt immediately understood Andy's voice, and he slapped his gun on the table.

"How dare she say I'm a slippery skin? That old bitch listened to the wind and rain all day long, and she must have found some false rumors and pieced together all these stories and spread them outside, and it wasn't the first time she had done this, whether it was because she was really old and had a bad brain or did it on purpose, her stupidity almost turned her into a street rat, that is, she didn't dare to gossip about Clark, or she would have been finished..."

Andy takes the riot shotgun from Milt, and after the modification, the gun becomes more handsome.

"Oh, is that... But I noticed your nose when I first saw you. ”

Milt turned his head and plucked off the so-called nose on his face, which turned out to be just a plug.

"If you work here for a long time, the ash will pile up inside, it's very troublesome to clean up, if you don't clean up, it's ugly, those guards can still have someone to take over, but no one can take over my shift, those slippery foremen who I chose as assistants lack my supervision, and they will start to do nonsense immediately, and there has been no chaos here and the production efficiency can be continuously improved is completely because I am here."

Andy glanced at a Dharma protector who was patrolling not far away, was there enough of them to change shifts?

"Who's going to take those guards' shifts?"

Milt leaned against the workbench with his arms crossed.

"In the past, it was Green who was in charge of the security work here, and later, at Clark's request, the Dharma Protector under Measles and the guards under Green took turns on duty, and they will be handed over tomorrow, and the weapons and ammunition produced during the duty can be divided by them to fill the daily use of their own team, which is very complicated and troublesome, but I don't bother to care, I am only responsible for supervising production."

Andy was adjusting to the change in the weight of the gun while thinking of the whirlpool of power struggles between Colonel Green and Dr. Clark, so to speak, 50 years ago, Colonel Green was the absolute authority on the reservation, and he completely controlled the trade area, the shantytown, and the weapons and ammunition production area of Level 2.

But 50 years later, Dr. Clark successfully organized the foreign trade of the reservation, hyped up his religious ideas to attract ghoul believers who believed in his religious ideas from the outside world, formed an armed army that obeyed his orders and relied on a better living environment to attract those who knew science and technology among the ghouls who came to join him for the purpose of his key project breeding agreement, and it was probably because of his influence and hard power that Colonel Green had to lie dormant in the shantytown on the surface of the earth. On the one hand, he ceded half of the control of Level 2, after all, if it weren't for Dr. Clark's use of foreign trade to revitalize productivity, the production of weapons and ammunition on the reservation should still be as low as before, although the number of protectors and the reserve guards is very different, but the distribution of arms between the two sides is one-to-one, which is definitely more beneficial to Dr. Clark's side, and on the surface maintains the balance of the dual-core structure within the reservation.

Because of this, Colonel Green was very anxious, he sensed that time was running out, and the power in Dr. Clark's hands, which had been hiding in the deepest part of the underground level 3, was growing rapidly, which would sooner or later lead to Colonel Green being surpassed in all aspects, and when the time came....

Looking at Milt, Andy dragged his distant thoughts back, the top priority is what he can do to help these slaves, the current situation of the reservation is like this, it is impossible to rescue these slaves at once, perhaps a more realistic choice is to help them improve the working environment, the toxic smoke here is too big, some areas even make people unable to open their eyes, stay in this kind of place to work, it may not matter to the ghouls, humans must not be able to stand it.

But if you ask Milt, he's sure he's only going to answer that there's nothing here, then...

"Milt, I'm actually here with a mission this time, I don't know if you've heard of it. For some reason or another, the supply of slaves for Caesar's Legion will be reduced next year, which will have some effect, and Dr. Clark is a little concerned about this. ”

Thinking about it, he still has to pull some flags out, of course, there is a possibility of revealing the stuffing, I hope he doesn't question the details so seriously and immediately verify the authenticity, but this worst development is likely not to happen, first of all, he is currently directly connected with the dictator of the reservation, Dr. Clark, and secondly, as the nameless ghoul said before, this practice is currently in the interests of the reservation, even if it is discovered, it will probably not be stopped in the end.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Milt's expression immediately became a little serious.

"In this way, Mr. Ambassador, please say, I will do my best to cooperate with me, but you can also see that I am busy here, and it will be difficult for me to spare a lot of energy to accompany you."

Andy waved his hand to signal that there was no need to bother him.

"No need, you just need to tell me where that Fred is, I'll go and find out about the slaves here, and then discuss the matter later, you know, uh, Slippery is Slippery, so Slippery must know more about Slippery, right?"

Milt was silent for a moment, then finally agreed.

"Well... Then you go and ask, I'll wait for your news. ”

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

Among the group of slaves who struggled to carry crates, there was one man who was more eye-catching, because his figure was not a dirty hemp rod, but a small muscle, healthy and sturdy appearance.

A Dharma Protector guard passed nearby with a gun in hand, his eyes staring at the slaves, inadvertently revealing a malicious gaze.

When the slaves noticed his approach, many of them began to tremble, because this ghoul was a notoriously perverted person, and he liked to find some subtle reason to be violent against a hapless slave, anyway, this kind of behavior did not pose any risk to the ghouls, most of the time it was just a pleasant pleasure, but for the slaves, it was tantamount to a catastrophe, if the dying slave who was already engaged in foul air and high-intensity labor was beaten again, then it would be difficult for him to live for a week.

"Why are you moving so slowly today, you little slippery? It seems that you need a little encouragement of love, come, stand up, I will make you feel good, and make sure that you deeply remember the importance of hard work in this short life. ”

He stared at a slave with a tired face, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the sweat made a few light streaks of water on his dark face, followed by uncontrollable tremors from his lips to his toes, panic, and fear, crawling all over his poor face.

The ghoul guard grinned as he pulled out a leather whip from his back, which even had some metal barbs on it, and a whip would have cut flesh.

"Ahh No, no.... No! ”

The slave's eyes were red, and he let go of the crate in his hand and turned his head to run, but before he could take two steps before he was caught up by the whip that split through the foul air.

At the last moment, a sturdy figure stood behind him, and forcibly helped him carry the whip.

"Smack! ——”

With a crisp sound, some red blood splattered onto the black ash pile on the ground, turning gray in the blink of an eye.

Fred's cheek twitched hard, but he didn't say a word.

"Damn it!"

The ghouls who beat people are a little panicked, and many pious children of the wasteland think that Fred's particularity is related to the manifestation of the Holy Spirit of the wasteland, so now if a ghoul is found to have abused Fred without any reason, then the ghoul will also be punished for it, in view of the recent increase in tension within the reservation, the punishment sentences for all kinds of criminals will be upgraded to the level of endless banishment, this is not a joke, it is completely a torture worse than death.

"Fred! What are you doing? ”

The ghoul hurriedly took a healing needle from his clothes and injected it into Fred, who was squatting on the ground in silence.

"I just think I deserve to be punished more, my lord, he can't do his work today because he helped me yesterday."

Fred said this without changing his face, and the ghoul had no intention of distinguishing whether what he said was true or false, so he just prevaricated a few words and hurried away.

Andy happened to be standing not far away, watching the slaves gather around Fred to ask about his injuries, Fred raised his head and stood up, although his face was full of the deep exhaustion caused by long labor and the hardships and pains that were involuntarily revealed after being whipped, his eyes still flashed with an unyielding light, and that light would appear on a slave It was so surprising because...

It was clearly the light in the warrior's eyes.