I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Sir, is there a Volunteer Army logo on your power armor? Then I won't make things difficult for you. If you encounter any unfriendly situations after entering, you can call us. You don't need to take action specifically."

I don't know if it was because of the volunteers or the power armor, but the guard's attitude became very friendly. He just looked up and down at the people in front of him as a routine and let them pass.

As soon as Old Popsicle went in, the noise in the bar suddenly quieted down. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the tall metal can that appeared in front of them.

After singing two verses, the female singer realized that the atmosphere was a little strange. She opened her eyes and looked at her boss with some concern.

"I just came to eat and drink." Old Popsicle walked through the crowd, walked all the way to the bar, and took off his helmet.

"Hey! That's not Preston! There's a Minuteman pattern on that power armor." Someone shouted, and now people started discussing in a low voice again.

The atmosphere became lively again, although it was still a little dull. Seeing this, the female singer also started singing again.

Preston scratched his chin awkwardly; he didn't really like being discussed.

Just as a few people were standing in front of the counter, and Old Popsicle was about to order some food and complete his order, a familiar voice came from the distance.

"Hey! Knight! Why are you here!" A second-generation synth who was more conspicuous than anyone else, wearing a detective coat and hat, crawled out from inside.

That's Nick, Detective Nick.

"The investigation you are talking about is here." Old Popsicle didn't expect to meet here.

"I didn't expect you to come. Come on, come in and sit down. There has been some progress in your case." Nick waved towards the house and invited Old Popsicle to sit in.

306 Brief Analysis

Ariana stared at Nick. After inviting Old Popsicle, Nick also looked at Ariana with some suspicion.

"You..." Nick was about to say something when he suddenly felt an encrypted communication coming from his head.

"I'm the robot Ariana. I followed the postman from the West Coast to the East Coast. I have nothing to do with the junk at the academy. It's more like they couldn't possibly build a robot as advanced as me. Mr. Nick, could you please not reveal my identity? It would cause panic."

Ariana called in an encrypted voice message. She hadn't expected the synth Nick to show up here.

"Uh... I don't have any encrypted voice skills, little girl. Even if you stare at me like that, it's useless." Nick turned his head smoothly. "But I'm not a synth from the academy. I was abandoned. If you want to fight synths from the academy, you can count me in the future."

"I understand. It just so happens that I don't like the academy either." After getting Nick's indirect approval, Ariana breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you suddenly mention the academy? But old Popsicle, when I found your shelter, I was attacked by a bunch of synths and hunters. I don't know if this information will be useful to your investigation, Nick." The postman said casually after entering the private room opened by Nick.

This private room was quite large and had decent soundproofing. It was just that Old Popsicle's power armor was too high, so he had to squat on the ground. Several people were huddled together in the room, feeling a bit squeezed.

"Very helpful, Madam Postman. In fact, I've found quite a few clues about Kroger. I suspected he'd been working for the academy, and with your experience, I can be sure of that." Nick pulled a pile of documents from his clothes and placed them on the table. He pulled out a photo.

"Kroger is a ruthless and experienced mercenary with very sophisticated combat skills... According to my investigation, his real age should be around a hundred years old, and he is not a local... I heard from some old acquaintances that he was actually born in Hub City," Nick explained.

"Central City? It's now NCR, the sphere of influence of the New California Republic. He was born on the West Coast?" The postman touched his chin in surprise.

"You're from the West Coast? That's amazing... Then I think we can corroborate each other's information with more information. After all, there are a lot of things I can't confirm whether they are accurate." Nick's tone was very happy.

"What's going on with this thing that's over a hundred years old?" asked Old Popsicle.

"I want to get confirmation for the information provided by my intelligence network," said Nick.

"I think it should be an implant. If he cooperates with the academy, then the academy should implant various combat implants into his body. Do you remember the third generation of synths created by the academy? They must be very good at implanting all kinds of strange things into their brains and bodies." The postman answered quickly.

"How do you know everything?" Preston couldn't help asking.

"At the Apocalypse Followers Clinic in Mojave, you can get implants as long as you have money. I've got quite a few. Where do you think I got this iron arm? But I'm sure the academy's implant technology may be more advanced than the West Coast. At least there's no implant technology there that can prolong life." The postman shook his prosthetic limb.

[Hello, hello, hello? Is this Sur, on standby in the Great Mountains? Can you tell me if those minds can create chips or implants that can extend lifespan?] Ariana secretly asked Sur, who was on the other side of the United States.

"Are you... Ariana? I'm just asking, don't worry." Soul, standing across from her, wasn't expecting a sudden question from the Tactical Doll. But she still hurried in to ask.

Less than a minute later, Su'er responded.

"No, they don't make that kind of stuff. They haven't worked on implants in a long time." Soul replied quickly.

“Understood. Thank you, Soul.” Ariana hung up.

It seems the academy has indeed gone further. Aliana edited the information and sent it to the postman. The only response from the postman was, "?"

"Isn't that natural, you idiot? Thought bodies don't need physical bodies." The postman said.

Ariana felt that her intelligence was being looked down upon, but she didn't want to kick the postman on the spot.

"Okay, now we can determine Kroger's age and the organization he employed, the academy. Mr. Knight, if you want to find Sean, you must go to the academy. If you want to find the academy, you must find Kroger." Nick said to Old Popsicle.

"Of course, I know. So, where should we find this Kroger?" Old Popsicle said anxiously.

"In fact, he has suddenly appeared in people's sight in recent days. He has no intention of hiding himself. Maybe he has another mission. I originally planned to conduct further investigation here and narrow down the scope before sending you a letter, but I didn't expect you to come directly." Nick said.

"Then come on, Nick!" Old Popsicle waved his arms excitedly, "I want to catch that guy as soon as possible! And beat him to pieces! Then I must find a chance to get into the academy, no matter how many people I have to kill! I must get Sean back!"

307 Uninvited Guests

"Without further delay, let's set off immediately and catch that Kroger!" Nick knocked on the table and put away the information.

"Well said! Let's go!" Old Popsicle's spirits soared after three beers. He immediately opened the door to the private room and walked out, with the others following closely behind.

The five of them simply bought some emergency food and explosives and left Fanglin Town in a hurry.

Great! They're clearly an elite adventuring team. The gate guard watched with some envy as Old Popsicle and Nick led their group away. I too would love to join a group of men and women on their adventures around Boston... but my combat abilities are too weak.

I hope that next time Preston comes over, he can tell me about their adventures. The guard sighed as he watched the aggressive team leave.

After a few hours of daydreaming, he finally felt bored...but his guard duty wasn't over yet, so he had to stay here for a while longer. Feeling a little dizzy, the guard yawned and wondered whether to have a beer or find a familiar girl to soothe him.

However, a burst of rapid and intense gunfire from afar interrupted his reverie. The sound was very wrong. Judging from his years of experience as a guard, the gunfire was too intense, and it seemed to be mixed with other, unfamiliar sounds.

This is not good. The guard quickly ran into the town and called the other guards, and also called the mayor. He grabbed his submachine gun and lay down behind the bunker at the town gate.

The heavy submachine gun that had once given him a sense of security now felt like nothing more than a deadly lump of metal. The other guards gradually gathered, some even bringing out machine guns and rocket launchers, and positioned themselves near the town's entrance, ready for battle.

Boom! A few kilometers away, the space between buildings suddenly exploded. A ramshackle building collapsed with a thud. The guards watched helplessly as dozens of rockets streaked through the buildings, crashing fiercely into the other side.

What's going on? Is the intensity of the fighting in downtown Boston really that high? Are those Super Mutants going crazy? I hear they got a bunch of Fat Man nukes and bazookas out of nowhere...

But what the hell were those fast-flying artillery shells? Could they be another volunteer army with resources?

It seems like the Volunteer Army split up for some reason a long time ago... Have the cannons cast by the Volunteer Army been remade?

Various possibilities flashed through the guard's mind. But the only thing he was sure of was... if those shells fell, they would be dead!

The guard felt a pain in his stomach and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. The sound of gunfire from afar was beyond his comprehension.

Even if there are some random people fighting each other in this urban area, it would be a small-scale firefight at most... These people won't fire those shells towards Fanglin Town, right?

Just as the guards of Fanglin Town were considering whether to run away, the sound of gunfire in the distance gradually subsided.

The guards stared at the forest of steel ruins in front of them with tense nerves. The familiar environment began to become unfamiliar... and dangerous. Dangerous enemies could jump out of the ruins and the roads at any time.

After a few minutes, a series of sparse footsteps could be heard, and then the owner of the footsteps revealed his true identity in the middle of the street. At this point, the guards and other residents here had not yet had time to pack up their belongings.

A group of humanoid figures emerged. These individuals stood between 1.7 and 2 meters tall, wearing thick, black protective gear yet able to move freely.

The guards looked at them and felt that these Zhuang sisters looked like they were using power armor technology. They must all be equipped with equipment similar to lightweight power armor.

On the arms of these things, there are things like heavy laser guns and miniature machine guns mounted.

Some of these humanoid heavy weapons are powered by nuclear fusion batteries, while others are connected to backpacks on their backs by a huge cable. These seem to be two different types of weapons.

What is somewhat strange is that in addition to the heavy weapons in their hands, these units also have shotguns of various models hanging around their waists. It is unknown what combat considerations are behind this.

After staring at it for a moment, some sharp-eyed and knowledgeable guards hesitantly said, "It looks like some kind of energy weapon... I remember many Enclave warriors using similar equipment... plasma launchers. Are these Enclave troops?"

These figures of varying heights didn't approach too closely, their movements not slow, as they casually found a spot to stand as soon as they emerged from the street, completely unmoved by the guards standing guard a kilometer away.

When these units stood still, a man wearing an extremely handsome elite riot uniform came out from the back, followed by several fully armed combat units.

The man scratched his helmet, raised his hand and pointed at the air, then nodded.

"Fanglin Town, we're finally here. It was so damn hard," Sun Yang sighed. "This is really fucking crazy. Why are there so many weirdos on the road?"

***

Around the same time that Lao Binggu set out for Fanglin Town, Sun Yang was also diligently carrying out the work of analyzing and dismantling technological products and recovering munitions.

While it sounds like hard work, the hard work wasn't done by Sun Yang, but by the Oasis research team. The number of bases and buildings identified as worth recycling wasn't as numerous as one might imagine. Generally speaking, it only takes about an hour to recover all the data and technical samples from a given location.

Sun Yang was quite efficient. He sorted the important places in the Boston area.

He divided them into two main categories. The first category was for locations that required engineering figures to dismantle technological products and scientific research figures to support recycling; the second category was for locations where Sun Yang only needed to go there to recycle the items.

The basic process is to place the engineering figures at the designated location, and then place sufficient engineering demolition materials and a sufficient number of tactical figures to protect the engineering figures' operations.

Sun Yang himself took a stealth helicopter and quickly arrived at various recycling locations around him, which would be more efficient.

Protecting these engineering T-dolls were not only some T-dolls that had been previously deployed and subsequently gathered back, but also the Shotgun T-dolls that had already changed into their gear and had carried out their first actual combat exercise.

They have changed into heavy powered suits that are not very flexible but extremely powerful and can carry heavy weapons.

This is the regular combat uniform of these shotgun dolls. If necessary, they can also change into lighter clothing for combat, or change into the dolls' own power armor - but this set of armor is still in the Oasis dolls' conception and on paper, and has not been implemented.

According to Sun Yang's request, before completely integrating the technology plundered from the Fallout world, don't hastily develop and deploy this kind of... resource-consuming equipment. Otherwise, if it's out of the game right after it's made, what's the point of playing?

The technology used in the power suit is already relatively mature. Saturn alloy and artificial muscle bundles are difficult for humans to process and produce, but the processing equipment at Griffin Base is so advanced that they can be directly manufactured.

As for the previous comments by researchers that this suit is not easy to use, it is because the built-in program in this suit is simply written randomly.

Sun Yang asked Antonina to write a reliable program for himself, the postman, and Rukatiye. The humanoids simply connected to the interface and operated the power suits themselves.

The shotgun dolls, equipped with these power suits, lived up to expectations. In the Boston area, such high-profile activities as using convoys couldn't escape the attention of predators.

Although they had never seen a moving iron box with four wheels that could run, many looters believed that they could sell these things for a lot of money.

At least the wealthy businessmen in Diamond City will like it.

Although the looters couldn't help but grumble when they saw the shotgun dolls standing guard, trying to guess their combat capabilities, in the end, emotion overwhelmed reason.

The raiders assembled a team of hundreds of people, and with the best weapons at hand, they rushed towards the shotgun figures.

Then they saw what real firepower was—the equipment that had been created after a full-scale battle with the Mojave, and after much reflection. The core purpose was to provide larger, longer-lasting, and more powerful firepower.

Under the illumination of several scorching laser beams, those predators who were baring their fangs and claws to embolden themselves were accurately cut into two parts, and the cross-section had become like charcoal due to the high temperature.

The predators screamed and wailed one after another. Most of them died the moment they were shot. Those who were lucky enough to survive for a while could only close their eyes in fear of impending death.

It is different from the common laser weapons that everyone sees. Its power and lethality are much higher than the strongest individual laser launcher in the wasteland.

Some clever plunderers or those at command level did not rush forward immediately, but instead observed the situation carefully.

The plunderers immediately realized that they had hit a wall and decided to turn around and leave quickly, not wanting to provoke these powerful guys.

But the other T-dolls disagreed with their departure. Regardless of what the marauders thought, the tactical T-dolls were furious. Where did these militants come from?

Killed! All of them!

The sniper figures and machine gun figures guarding near the building quickly locked onto the looters who were trying to hide and run away.

The humanoids used extremely accurate shooting and short bursts of fire, killing and injuring most of the looters who were trying to escape within seconds, and the few who survived were chased out with drones and caught up by the extremely maneuverable assault humanoids and submachine gun humanoids.

The humanoids didn't enjoy torturing their enemies, but simply dispatched those who slipped through their nets with bullets. These predators died with regrets and vanished from the face of the earth.

Thanks to the efforts of the shotgun doll and several other dolls, none of the plunderers had time to escape.

Thanks to Boston's poor information exchange channels, the news that hundreds of raiders were killed might take a week or even one or two months to reach the ears of the people in Diamond City, and then spread from Diamond City to other places.

After all, Boston wasn't even a place with widespread radio access. Many small settlements in the wilderness couldn't even communicate, and were effectively isolated villages. The most recent intelligence came from a passing merchant two years ago.

If you really have to deal with something difficult, you can only rely on the traditional method of writing a letter and having the postman deliver it, and then pray that the postman won't be killed on the way.

Sun Yang took advantage of this time difference. He led the humanoids around and took away everything he needed before the whole of Boston could react.

After all, there weren't many organizations in this area that could eavesdrop on information from all over the place. Currently, only the academy could do it, and the birds they created could act as spies and informants.

Originally, the volunteers could also do it. In order to protect the settlement, they specially looted and repaired a large number of radio equipment and handed them over to the settlement in order to keep information flowing smoothly so that they could respond to calls in a timely manner.

As for the current Volunteers, Sun Yang could use an analogy to describe them, like character fragments drawn from a card draw. They needed to be combined with other fragments to achieve their full potential.

In the future, there is also the Capital Steel Brotherhood. Their technology is not backward, and it is still very convenient to build an intelligence network. What is the problem?

After all, the combat sensitivity of the entire Boston area is several orders of magnitude lower than that of the West Coast. If the attack happened in NCR, things would not be so simple.

When the NCR discovers something's amiss, they'll dispatch a dedicated investigation team to follow up on the matter. Those are NCR troops who understand that a lack of communication means disaster. Encountering such an adversary is truly fatal.

On the other hand, on the East Coast, almost no one cares how many people die, unless enough people die to attract attention.