I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Recently, the Crimson Caravan has been negotiating with the Van Graff family of Silver Impact. Their sudden rush to buy bottle caps was incredibly strange. A trade-based business like the Crimson Caravan dislikes uncontrolled price fluctuations.

The relationship between the two sides became delicate during this period, but these two gangs were not gangs like the Elvis Gang that relied solely on a group of young people to maintain order.

The Van Graff gang has survived in NCR for a long time. Although the NCR's internal stability has forced the gang to relocate and expand its business, it is still a large family that has survived for hundreds of years and still has a solid foundation.

The Crimson Caravan relies on rules, regulations and contracts. They will use various means to gain benefits, but that doesn't mean they are fools and will easily trust a postman with a good reputation in Mojave.

That was Ariana's general report. Incidentally, when Postman No. 6 took Cas to visit the Crimson Caravan and Silver Impact, he felt the atmosphere there was quite strange.

Although she didn't notice anything special during the conversation and questioning, her intuition told her that these two places were very unwelcome to them, and there was a sense of resistance and uneasiness in them.

"What is this, a sixth sense? Maybe she can open an intuitive detective agency and make a lot of money later." Sun Yang complained, but to be honest, these matters are somewhat difficult to handle.

Arms dealers are no problem. But Silver Shock and Crimson Caravan are more troublesome. Cass, Postman No. 6's teammate, originally had a caravan.

If Sun Yang remembered correctly, Cass's caravan, as well as many missing and killed caravans around them, were killed by the joint efforts of the Crimson Caravan Company and Silver Shock.

This wasn't surprising. Two hundred years after the nuclear war, at least a third of the cargo carried by small caravans had to be loaded with ammunition. They'd painstakingly deliver the goods to their destinations, facing robbery along the way and taxes levied by the NCR at checkpoints. Even so, they still made a profit.

While transporting goods from NCR to New Vegas, encountering wild animals such as lizards, giant ants, giant poisonous wasps, and wild wolves was relatively safe, at least they could be handled.

If they encountered gangs like the Dynamite Gang or the Demon Gang, which consisted of fugitives, drug addicts, and murderers, there was a high probability that everyone would die on the way. Small caravans didn't have enough money to buy powerful firepower, so only when many caravans gathered together and acted together could they safely reach New Vegas.

Of course, it's best not to walk on the road with an energy weapon on your waist, as that will attract Brotherhood of Steel soldiers wearing power armor.

Currently, everyone believed that the only force capable of standing up to the Brotherhood was the NCR. They were the only ones capable of mustering hundreds of soldiers and Rangers to confront the Brotherhood. In most cases, a single Brotherhood soldier in power armor could easily wipe out an entire caravan with their weapons.

The Mojave is dangerous and full of business opportunities, but some people become business opportunities for others. The caravans killed by various dangerous gangs, bandits, and wild animals are the true face of the Mojave.

So Cas had no suspicions; she simply felt her caravan's luck had run out. She could only curse the NCR's patrols, the damned Mojave, and drown her sorrows in alcohol. That is, until Postman Six dragged her out of the tavern.

"...So, should we let Cass take revenge personally? If we let them investigate on their own, there's a high probability that they'll come knocking on our door. That might even affect the reputation of Postman Six and the Followers of the Apocalypse. It doesn't matter to Postman Six, but the reputation of the Followers of the Apocalypse must remain clean. So a little disguise is necessary..."

Sun Yang sent new orders to Team 404. Now was the time for them to demonstrate their stealthy combat capabilities.

179 New Vegas Mission Report (Part )

After running around the Free City for a while, Cass finally mustered up the courage to ask to go and pay his respects to his caravan. Postman No. 6 readily agreed to the request.

With the help of his teammates, Cass spent several days finding the location where his caravan disappeared.

"Oh my God, there's almost nothing left. Whoever did it seemed like this guy killed people just for fun." Cass muttered as he looked at the tragic scene in front of him.

"Most of the cargo was turned into ashes - not burned, but melted?" Postman No. 6 squatted on the ground and examined it carefully.

"The reports I heard were of 'ashes' left over from a 'burn'. This is very close to the walls of New Vegas, which is significant. This must have been done in broad daylight, as there are no signs of camping nearby."

"Near New Vegas, in broad daylight? They're so numerous and powerful, operating nearby, and using energy weapons. The only gangs I've encountered that fit this description are the Demon Gang. I don't know where they got their energy weapons from, but while they might not be enough to deal with us, they're more than enough to deal with the caravan."

"You know what? This isn't the first time I've heard of a caravan like mine. Several other caravans were attacked nearby, and both the people and their goods were reduced to ash. And that caravan was also attacked by energy weapons."

"The Demon Gang relies on plundering to survive. There's no reason for these people to destroy all their supplies as well." Aliana, who hadn't spoken for a long time, expressed her opinion.

"Oh? Fighting without taking the spoils? That's not worth it. The only capable people in this territory are the Van Graffs of Silver Shock. But there's no reason for these people to go around robbing people. One mistake and their reputation will be completely ruined."

"They've always had a bad reputation, according to the intelligence we retrieved. 90% of non-customer groups hate them. 75% of customer groups hate them, another 15% are killed by them, and the last 10% don't have any attitude towards them." Ariana quickly browsed the intelligence and refuted it.

"I've noticed that once you stop pretending to be human, your words start to sound a lot like the stereotypical robot..." Postman No. 6 sighed. "Think a little softer, Ariana. These scumbags haven't been kicked out yet, which means they're not yet at the point where the other forces in Liberty City can drive them out."

"I'm just listing data. Many of my colleagues are more talkative than I am, and I usually have a lot of ideas, but I think it's better to keep them to myself." Aliana answered the question of Postman No. 6 seriously.

"Can you guys stop being so frivolous... Forget it, let's pack up here. Let's go somewhere else, maybe we'll find some clues." Cas, having been harassed by these two, no longer felt any sadness. She, Postman No. 6, and Ariana buried their deceased companion's body and ashes, then headed to another location.

The postal team went to other places to look, and found that the places where the caravans had been killed were also filled with half-melted corpses, ashes, and dead bodies. But again, some supplies had not been looted.

"This caravan was also attacked by energy weapons, and the scene has been cleaned up. This is something that only the Brotherhood can do. But why did they leave supplies behind? What is the purpose of this group of people?" After examining the corpses, Cass fell into deep thought. After touching a corpse for a long time, she found a large piece of paper.

"What is this? It looks like a map, with roads west of New Vegas, and then... they marked another location. Right here, along this line. But this is—nowhere."

"That's a clue, Cas. Have you heard of any caravans being wrecked around there?"

"No, at least I haven't heard it during this period of time when I was running around with you."

"It's very recent, and the clues are very new," Aliana glanced at the map, "It's not far from here."

"Then strike while the iron is hot. Oh, this is a proverb passed down from the Shi tribe, which means to seize favorable opportunities and conditions to do things." Postman No. 6 said and immediately set off.

This time, the distance was much closer, and the postal team only took a few hours to reach the scene marked on the map. It was also the place where the caravan was attacked.

"Another caravan has turned to ashes. The Mojave is always so ruthless. But the difference is that someone has camped nearby this time. Well, they left in a hurry this time. Let's see what we can find here..." Cass said as he prepared to dig through the corpses and dust on the ground.

Aliana, who was standing beside her, suddenly froze in place, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

"Cas, the commander said Team 404 reported to him that there seems to be some connection between the Crimson Caravan and Silver Shock. He also heard that the Crimson Caravan wants to acquire your caravan brand."

"Someone did talk to me before, wanting to buy my caravan... Wait, wait, I, I understand. The Crimson Caravan and the Van Graff family are the masterminds behind these caravans. That Crimson Caravan company has always wanted to dominate the market—and team up with the Van Graffs, a crime family that wields energy weapons, to eliminate nearby caravans, right? If I weren't alive, their conspiracy might have succeeded. No, I need to get an explanation from them now."

Cass rubbed his head, looking as if he had suddenly understood something.

"Wow, you're full of fighting spirit, Cass. How about we collapse first and ask questions later, or ask questions first and collapse later?" Postman No. 6 also looked like he was itching to do something.

"I'm going to replenish my bullets and bring a few bottles of whiskey. Then I'm going to show them how the Cassidy family settles scores." Cass also clenched his fists.

"Wait a moment, the commander is delivering new information," Ariana continued after a brief silence, "Exposing your identity is dangerous. Team 404 is preparing weapons and clothing for camouflage. Please specify a location and time, and they will come to rendezvous."

"Should I ask them for help? I don't want to owe anyone a favor..." Cass looked a little conflicted.

"This isn't a favor, it's a mission assigned by the Commander. The Silver Shock and the Crimson Caravan—it's fair to say, the existence of the Silver Shock and the Crimson Caravan is bad for the Free City. A company that uses the power of destroying and annexing other caravans has no need to exist. If you're going to kill them, then kill them all."

"Oh, I like this boss more and more." Cass nodded with a smile and discussed the next course of action with Ariana.

180 Liberty City Black Ops (Part )

Crunch, crunch.

Countless tiny parts were placed on the table in front of her, and a set of delicate tools were also placed next to it.

G11 carefully wiped and oiled each part in front of him, then put it back together bit by bit. Even with the delicate skills of a humanoid, it was a laborious task.

"Not installed yet?" UMP45 yawned.

"Quiet." G11 stared at the G11 rifle in front of her. She finally installed a few gears and parts, and then replaced the cover.

"Huh~ It's finally over. I'm not used to not getting supplies," G11 put his weapon aside. "This mission was really long."

"I saw you were having fun, weren't you? How can you not stand it?" HK416 was checking the plasma pistol and a USP pistol she usually used opposite G11.

"A nest of gold or silver is not as good as one's own home." G11 left the stool and rolled onto a mattress made of cloth and old cotton. "I really want magic like the Commander's, the one called 'Repair' that can turn back time on an object with just a wave of a staff? That's ridiculous."

"Don't daydream, G11. If we could learn it, the Commander would definitely not be stingy. Just accept your fate. We humanoids can't learn magic right now." 416 said.

Throughout the ages, many humanoids have tried to learn the Dark Soul's spells, but unfortunately, humanoids are completely incapable of learning due to their physiological structure.

After a few tentative attempts at teaching, the master of magic, Strider, quickly abandoned the idea of ​​imparting magic. The humanoids' soul power came from Sun Yang, a force that only ensured they would be pulled back to base upon their demise. At best, they could only operate their rune limbs through unorthodox methods.

But in order to learn magic, one must have a body from the Dark Souls world and a soul of his own.

If it were just a physical body, Strider could still use his magic skills to knead the flesh out by hand, but the problem is that the humanoids do not have their own souls.

In the world of Dark Souls, a massive soul can be the personality and memories of a powerful creature, while a pure soul that has been changed and adjusted can be used to create a completely new life.

This is a very dangerous technology. The thinking and development abilities of humanoids rely on the very metaphysical Mind Cloud. But generally speaking, the Mind Cloud is a very technological creation.

Deeply binding the mind cloud map with a blank soul is a very dangerous attempt, although Strade thinks it is worth trying.

Sun Yang's approach was to create a new mind cloud for Strider to study. However, during the experiment, Strider realized that the purely mechanical structure did not support the attachment of a soul, and it was a miracle that Sun Yang's soul could be bound into it.

A complex rune structure had to be redesigned to allow the soul to attach to the body, which was essentially equivalent to designing from scratch.

Or perhaps a new body could be given to a humanoid. However, the core containing the mind cloud is a purely mechanical structure. Putting the mind cloud into a body sounds like Parasitic technology. The Oasis humanoids don't have such strange technology.

Even if it succeeded, the optimistic outcome would be to give the humanoid the ability to absorb souls and use soul power to cast spells. Perhaps at best, it would be able to use a soul arrow.

Strade could only sigh that this was indeed a long research project. Neither putting the mind cloud map into the human brain nor developing a rune system that could function perfectly was an easy task.

416 repeated the information he had heard, and G11 could only sigh that it was really difficult to learn.

On the outskirts of New Vegas, in an abandoned house nestled in a mountain valley, Squad 404 was waiting. Equipped with camouflage gear and weapons, they awaited the arrival of the Postman Squad.

The house wasn't big, and the inside was shabby and musty. But the 404 dolls weren't that particular; they just wanted a place to rest.

[We're here.] Ariana's voice appeared on the channel, and at the same time there was a knock on the door.

[Come in.] 45 also replied on the comms, and the door opened immediately. Ariana walked in calmly, followed by the stern-faced Postman No. and Cass.

"What's going on? Is there a conflict?" 45 said, looking at the atmosphere in the postman team.

"No, she just doesn't want to see you." Ariana pointed to Postman No. 6 behind her.

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense. I came here with the mentality of giving it a try. If your idea is not reliable, we will act separately and no one will bother each other." Postman No. 6 was too lazy to maintain his eloquent personality and just sat down on the table.

"We won't be carrying anything related to our original identities on this operation. In other words, you can't wear this conspicuous power suit. Postman, you need to put on some makeup and disguise yourself as a man. There's only one woman as tall as you in Liberty City. I've also prepared weapons for you, all of which can be purchased on the local black market or from arms dealers." UMP45 moved a large backpack to the table and unzipped it.

"That's quite thoughtful. Is there anything special about this piece of clothing?" The postman took out a black coat that looked a little worn from his big backpack.

"No, it's just a camouflage jacket made of thick fabric. The enemy is a dangerous character armed with energy weapons, so it's better not to wear light protective clothing. If you get hit, most of the time we can save you, but you can't save your head, so remember to be careful. Finally, the people in there don't wear heavy bulletproof vests, so a submachine gun can take them down."

UMP45 installed a silencer on her submachine gun and replaced it with special subsonic silenced bullets, so she didn't need to change weapons.

"Why do I have to consider so much..." Cass was quite dissatisfied. A good-looking revenge turned into a strange military mission.

"Uh—it's still not cool enough. Thanks for the equipment, but I still think it's better to just charge in." The Postman was starting to feel a headache after listening to UMP45's introduction. "Miss 45 still doesn't understand New Vegas. I'm telling you, there's no need for such a complicated plan. The two of us can just rush in and kill everyone. Trust me, House won't care, and neither will the others."

"I really want to punch someone. I really, really want to punch someone. I've discovered that female gorillas like AK15 aren't that infuriating after all, because at least they choose the more efficient and advantageous options," 45 said in the communication channel.

"If you don't disguise yourself, your identities will be exposed. Is that okay? Also, the equipment you're wearing came from us, and this will cause us trouble." UMP45 continued to ask.

"Haven't you ever been mercenaries here? This is the Free City, it's normal to sell everything. Arms dealers even sell automatic howitzers, and Silver Shock sells you industrial-grade plasma weapons. So what if we buy some weapons and armor from you? Money makes the world go round. I'm a kind-hearted postman who can solve all the big and small problems in the entire Free City. It's not surprising that you sell me some good equipment, right?" Postman No. 6 puffed up his tongue.

"Okay, okay. Then you guys bombard the front and we'll take advantage of the chaos to do our own mission - but don't leave any survivors, is that okay?" 45 gave up trying to persuade the postman who was full of fighting desire.

"Of course, we have to root out all the evil and eradicate it! Oh, by the way, I'll take a submachine gun." Postman No. 6 hugged her arms. Since she had the implant, she seemed to have grown a little bigger.

She took a locally made 10mm submachine gun as her own sustained firepower weapon.

"You've read quite a few novels about the Shi tribe. Then you guys take the lead in the attack, and we'll be responsible for support and follow-up. Is that okay? I've also prepared an escape route, and Ariana will assist you then." 45 made a compromise. Although she had some opinions about Postman No. , she had no opinion on her fighting ability.

"No problem." Postman No. 6 and Cass said in unison.

"Let's act now without delay." 45 changed into an inconspicuous outfit and prepared to enter the Free City.

***

Today is also a very ordinary day in Liberty City.

There were conflicts of varying sizes, with several people killed in gunfights in the east and several more killed in the west. A dozen or so unlucky souls, drunk to death, lay dead on the street.

The Silver Shock salesman was still the same one, forcing himself to cheer up and shouting the slogan on the street, hoping that a few unlucky people with bottle caps in their pockets would come to buy weapons. If someone came to buy, he would get a share of the profits.

No one came to the store today. The vendor shook his aching legs and looked toward the distant street—then he saw two carefree men in heavy protective suits walking towards him.

One of them was carrying a laser and plasma weapon on his back, another was carrying a small bag, and behind them was a woman with pale pink hair who looked listless and was carrying an assault rifle.

The Postman Squad, they're the only ones in this city who can wear this kind of clothing. I wonder where they got these protective suits and weapons from. Even their own weapons aren't this new.

Maybe he got into a fraternity. The hawker could only secretly envy him in his heart. After all, he didn't have the courage to talk to the fraternity, and he couldn't beat the six-foot-nine-meter-tall mailman.

But why did they come again? Hadn't they been turned away a few days ago? The vendor was puzzled, but continued to perform his duties.

What's the big deal? Can't people just come over and buy things? That's enough. You won't live long if you're always suspicious.

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The postman team crossed the street and arrived at the door of Silver Shock's store. There were four guards standing there. When they saw someone approaching aggressively, they tightened their plasma rifles when the postman was still more than ten meters away from them.

The security guard at the door had seen the postman before. He showed his yellow teeth and said with a standard business smile, "Welcome to Silver Impact. You look quite impressive. If you want to go in, you must leave your weapons at the door first."

"Oh, my gun is too big, can it fit in your mouth?" asked Postman No. 6.

"Ah, this, no, I don't do this." The security guard thought it was some pimping joke and rejected it flatly.

"Ha! That's such a pity." After Postman No. 6 finished speaking, a plasma pistol suddenly appeared in her hand, and a submachine gun loaded with bullets in the other hand.

"What—" Before the security guard could even raise his gun, Postman Six pulled the trigger at the guard in front of him with speed far beyond that of an average person. Her speed of drawing a gun was comparable to that of a professionally trained T-doll.

The plasma gun and submachine gun opened fire at the same time, and Postman No. 6 aimed at all the enemies in front of him almost at that moment.

A ball of green plasma erupted from the muzzle of the plasma pistol, striking the speaker's arm. The security guard's arm, where it was struck, was instantly incinerated, and the remains of his limb and the plasma rifle fell to the ground. He collapsed in agony, letting out a short wail.

The other three didn't even have a chance to wail as they were shot directly in the head by Postman No. 10's precise blind shot. The mm submachine gun delivered two bullets to each of them, and each bullet hit the enemy's face accurately.