Andy looked at the three of them, all three of whom had subtle identities on the reservation. Hank is currently the most high-ranking ghoul in the 'new arrival' of the reservation, although he should not be this way according to the rules, but his excellent trading skills have helped him quickly establish a place on the reservation, as the head of trade in the trade area responsible for managing the foreign trade weapons stockpile, he has a large number of weapons in his hands, and therefore almost inevitably knows about the reserve's secret plans, and seems to have some opinions about it, which is why Measles has always been watching him in the past.

Marty is an outstanding chemist on the reservation, he is irreplaceable in chemistry, so he must have a deep understanding and even participated in the secret plan of the reservation, before he also revealed about the cannons and shells, but unfortunately at that time Andy couldn't imagine the specific plan of the reservation so crazy and crude, however, he is also a problematic guy, he has been secretly making and selling drugs, which is not allowed by Clark, although the ghouls are extremely resistant to drugs, but the matter itself is not liked by him.

Fred, one of the longest-lived human slaves on the reservation, earned the respect of some ghouls, but he could not be satisfied with his situation, even if he was treated differently, he was still a slave, working hard in the dirty, chaotic workshops, and during Andy's contact with him, he had secretly revealed that he was willing to use his prestige among slaves to start a riot to gain his freedom, and if this thought was exposed, he would surely die as a slave.

If, according to Measles, as long as he had conclusive evidence or at least certainty that the three men had violated the rules, they would have been sentenced to endless banishment either by execution or by indefinite banishment, and they were all silent opponents.

Thinking of this, looking at Colonel Green sitting there, Andy knew that he had indeed 'arrived just in time'.

"Colonel Green, do you know William Clark's plan?" Colonel Green smoked a cigar in his mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"Almost, these three told me what they knew from three angles, and Hank told me that the Dharma Protectors who blindly followed Clark were concentrating their weapons and preparing for war recently, and they must be preparing for a big move; Marty told me that Clark had ordered him to test the assembly process for a dirty bomb, and that there was a cannon hidden underground, and that I knew that it was a piece of scientific research done by some mad scientists before the war, and that the radius of destruction coincided with the range of the fire. ”

"Finally, Fred told me that the vast majority of the slaves who were purported to be attrition by nature were sent to the lowest level as consumables for some kind of distorted experiment in order to create deformed Frankenosities." He took the cigar out and put it out in the ashtray.

"Besides, I know you've been asking them about these things a long time ago, but you didn't say a word the last time we met... Looks like you're really happy to be Clark's ambassador for goodwill? The ghoul guards behind him pulled the bolts, and a crisp sound resounded through the tent.

Andy disagreed, and only continued to look at Colonel Greene.

"I confess that I was deceived by them, but then I have come to my senses, and I will tell you frankly that I ended the most crucial part of his plan just before I came here." Colonel Green raised an eyebrow in some surprise.

"Tell me about it." Andy opened his mouth bluntly, in exchange for an exclamation from the people around him.

"The measles is dead, I killed him, and the cannon called Nukane Nelly has fallen into the abyss, and no one can drag it up again." Colonel Green raised his hand and pressed down, and the soldiers lowered their weapons.

He stood up and spun around twice with his hands behind his back, and suddenly walked in front of the three men.

"Plainly speaking, I'm going to do something big that I've wanted to do for a long time, you all know, and now I'm going to ask you a question." The three ghoul guards stepped forward in unison, their rifles reaching the back of their heads.

Hank subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Marty exclaimed uncontrollably, his body trembled, only Fred's face was as unmoved, still with a numb expression as usual.

Colonel Green looked at the three and asked questions.

"Will you cooperate with me?" Fred was the first to speak.

"I do, Colonel Green, and it's not just me, all the slaves on the reservation do, and we're willing to do everything we can, hoping only to get two things when it's all over, one is our freedom, and the other is armor and medicine that will help us cross the radiation zone, and we can do anything as long as you agree to these requests." Colonel Green looked at him noncommittally, then turned his gaze back to Hank.

He didn't hesitate too much, and the second one made a statement.

"I have long been frustrated with William Clark's policies, and I don't think he should pretend to be a god, nor should he promote that horrific idea, both internally and externally... I'm willing to cooperate, well... And Betty too, I can convince her that the entire inventory of armor weapons in the trade area will be at your service. Colonel Green nodded in satisfaction, and looked at Marty, who was sweating all over his head.

"Marty, why don't you speak?" As soon as these words came out, the ghoul soldier who pointed a gun at the back of Marty's head suddenly poked Marty with the muzzle of the gun, and he trembled and gasped for breath.

"I, I, I... I also... I'm willing, I don't think I'll end well when they don't need me... I can help... Well... Those drug stocks, I can also try to convince some people. Colonel Green reached out and patted Marty.

"What about one more thing? Level 1 and Level 2 access control and security systems..."Marty shook his head.

"There's only so much I can do, I can't do all of this—" Colonel Green frowned, and was about to say something, but Andy interjected.

"I know someone who can fix those curfews." Colonel Green turned his head when he heard this.

"Who?" Andy talks about the oldest ghoul on the reservation.

"Florence." Colonel Green touched his own erosion, revealing chin.

"The old lady with the broken mouth who cleans? Also, I guess she does have a way. He gave the order, and after ten minutes of waiting, two guards carried Florence, who was screaming incessantly, into the tent and pinned her to the ground roughly.

"This old guy doesn't know who he learned a few hands from, and it hurts me a lot." One of the guards rubbed his face and complained, and Florence on the ground was still struggling.

"Green! You little grandson! What the fuck do you want to do? Let go of me and show you my kung fu! Yah! Colonel Green plucked out his shrunken ears with some irritation.

"Less nonsense! You old immortal! I'm telling you, I need you to help me remove all the curfews from the Underground Bunker, can you do that? If you dare to say something you can't do—" Florence was stunned when she heard this, and then burst out laughing.

"You're finally going to make a mess, little Green!" Colonel Green's already green face suddenly turned blue.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! I gave way to Clark because I believed he could lead the reservation better than I did, but now he's been messing around! I am the head of security at this military base, and I now believe that William Clark has violated all laws, morals, humanity and interests, and that his experiments and oppressive measures, as well as his attempts to declare war on all slippery skins, are proof of his own destruction! Florence just continued to laugh hoarsely, so angry that Colonel Green couldn't resist pulling out his gun.

"Good! I just love watching this kind of big show, Clarke's bastard kicked me out of the ground, I wanted to make him pay for it a long time ago, okay, I'll open the door for you wherever you want to go. Colonel Green took a deep breath, knuckles rattling.

"It's better to be like this—" he turned to look at Andy.

"Did that Clark guy succeed? What is your slippery attitude? Andy led the measles to bomb a lonely town and wanted to continue to bomb the NcR's most important military stronghold, Fortress Ashid, but he stopped him on the way, and told Colonel Green, in order to deter him, he also added fuel to blow the NcR's troops nonsense, although this is not entirely nonsense, but when he said this, NcR seemed to be able to send troops to attack the reservation at any time because of the threat.

Colonel Green frowned, repeatedly savoring Andy's talk of the 'three infantry battalions', as a pre-war SA officer, he knew this concept very well, which meant that the strength of the reservation was simply not comparable to that of the NcR, even William Clark's 'protector' and his' The Green Guards' all add up to nothing, and this news also made him even more angry at William Clark's crazy actions, if Slippery Skins united to besiege the reservation because they were attacked, then the troops that came would probably be more than just three infantry battalions, and the radiation danger alone was not enough to resist the attack of the Slippery Skins, and the reservation would be completely destroyed.

"So... Thanks to you, what do you think about it? Andy looked at him and asked a rhetorical question.

"It's up to you, what do you think about the future course of the reservation?" Colonel Green was silent for a moment and gave the answer.

"I think that the current situation in the reservation should be based on the principle of isolationism, and the lack of tolerance of your slippery society for us forces us to strengthen our defenses just in case, and whoever decides to attack here, we must be prepared; On the other hand, I also admit that we have developed well since Clark started foreign trade, and I hope to continue to maintain trade and friendly relations with your slippery forces, but we will not get involved in any conflicts between you and your slippery skins. ”

"I don't want to attack anyone, and I don't want to be attacked by anyone." Andy was pleased with his answer and reached out.

"I am willing to help you replace Clark as the new leader of the reservation, and I am also willing to explain on your behalf to the NcR and other power sides that the trade relations and orders for goods established with the reservation in the past still count... In exchange, I hope that you will completely repeal everything that William Clark has instituted, including putting an end to the spread of ultra-racist religious ideas, closing that disgusting Green Room, and abolishing slippery slavery. Colonel Green also reached out and shook his hand, but did not say yes.

"Everything else is easy to say, but about slippery slavery... I'll need to see how you guys do later. Andy and Fred looked at each other.

"Then I'm sure you won't be disappointed." ..................... Tonight seems like a reservation for countless ordinary nights, but... At the gate of the reservation, one of the two ghoul guards on duty at the gate post converted from a red truck head looked a little strange at this time.

The guard on the side with the metal ornament of the Children of the Wasteland hanging around his neck was looking at the retention scripture in his hand seriously, muttering non-stop, not paying the slightest attention to the strangeness of the people around him.

The ghoul stood up, glanced at his companion who was reading the scriptures, and suddenly operated the searchlight for a moment.

"I think I see a figure over there... You go over and take a look. The sitting ghoul was so absorbed in the spirit of the scriptures that he didn't want to move his ass at all, so he simply refused.

"I'm not available, why don't you go and take a look, I don't see anything." The ghoul who stood up turned his head to look at him for a moment, then pulled out his rifle and threw it in front of the sitting man.

"My gun is broken, either you lend me your gun, or you go down outside and take a look, there has to be someone standing here, right? If that's a dangerous person, wouldn't I be helpless? The seated ghoul scoffed.

"How can there be any dangerous people here? Are you crazy? He pulled out his gun and threw it to the ghoul.

"Here you go, you can go outside and do whatever you like, don't bother me." The standing ghoul slowly took the gun, took off the magazine, glanced at it and inserted it back, then pulled the bolt as if checking the state of the gun, opened the safety, and these noises finally made the ghoul sitting and reading a book notice that something was wrong, and as soon as he put down the book in his hand, he saw that his companion was actually aiming his gun at himself.

"You!" He dropped the book and touched the gun on the table, but as soon as he got his hands on it, he sensed that something was wrong, the weight of the gun was too light, and when he looked down, there was no magazine on the gun at all.

A gunshot rang out from the guard at the reservation gate, and the lights went out. The ghoul guards on the towers around them do everything, theoretically they should be on guard 24 hours a day with the hand-cranked machine guns erected on them until the changing of the guard rests, but after a long time they have long since relaxed, and at night by the darkness, the guards have begun to give themselves a holiday, but today is different...

"Smack-" A ghoul guard threw a copy of Scout Life magazine in his hand to the ground, quickly ran to the hand-cranked machine gun and looked down vigilantly, just now, there was a gunshot near the door, and the searchlight was extinguished, he couldn't figure out the exact situation, but it was certain that something was definitely wrong.

After looking at the darkness for a long time, the guard sighed helplessly in the face of the silent darkness, and shouted around, hoping to get an answer from his companions.

"How? What happened? A response was heard not far away.

"It's okay, Silly X went crazy again." The guards weren't surprised by this answer, after all, there was a guard on the reservation whose fingers twitched all the time, and they were almost all numb.

"Fuck the son of a bitch, it scares me to death, sooner or later I'm going to shoot that bastard!" After a curse, the ghoul guard went back to pick up the magazine, and as soon as he got up, he saw someone come up in the darkness.

He was a little strange, it was still early for the changing of the guard.

"Who? What for? The man was wearing something on his face, like some kind of eyepiece, and with the help of the device, his gaze was firmly fixed on the guard.

"you." Before the words could be finished, gunshots rang out.