I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Old Popsicle compared the voice with his past memories. The voice was very similar. He didn't answer, nor did he turn away. Instead, he walked forward more determinedly.

Various laser turrets protruding from the walls poured lasers at the team. These old-world automatic weapons were much more powerful than the weapons in the hands of the synths.

Lao Binggun didn't dare to resist head-on, and could only rely on his own proficiency to throw grenades or smoke bombs, and then other teammates would destroy the turrets.

Although Preston and Nick's shooting skills were not that accurate, they were still pretty good. They could barely keep up with the Postman and Ariana's speed in finding and killing enemies. All the synths were shot down as soon as they showed their heads or stretched out their guns.

They continued down, eliminating all the synths that blocked their way. When they were about to reach the deepest point, the male voice sounded again.

"You just wouldn't give up, huh? Well, you did. I'm on my way over to your place. I've got my synths on alert. Let's talk."

After saying that, the synths who had been shooting in the distance immediately stopped resisting and put down their weapons in unison, as if to express their intention to cooperate.

But Old Popsicle just walked over and twisted the heads off the synths one by one to prevent them from suddenly getting up and shooting him. He would not give his life to the words of the enemy.

After going down the stairs, the team led by Old Popsicle finally saw what they had been looking for - Kroger - in the waiting hall of an airport.

"You are finally here, the most adaptable man in the entire Federation." He was a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, a bald head and a crew cut. He was wearing tight clothes that were convenient for movement, holding a large-caliber revolver in his hand, and his eyes were ferocious.

Around him, dozens of synths stood there with their weapons lowered.

Ariana scanned before approaching. In her vision, Kroger was full of various implants and enhancement parts, which looked more advanced than those on the postman.

"Where are my children? Where is Sean?" Old Popsicle tried hard to suppress his boiling anger.

He knew that the only clue to his son, Sean, was in the head of the man who had killed his wife. He flexed his wrists, still holding the hydraulic pliers.

"Huh, man, I'm just a puppet like you," Kroger said with a hint of ridicule, "It's just that you have a little more freedom, and my stage is bigger, that's all. Sean is a good kid, just a little older than you expected, am I right? He's doing well now. It's just... he's not here, he's with the real master."

"Tell me where he is? I want you to take him there now!" Old Popsicle said harshly, word by word.

"Take you to him? Ha! As if I could do it if I wanted to. Don't you understand? Your child is in a place where no one can reach him. Sean is safe at home, in the academy." Kroger laughed.

"I know the college. It was you who brought Sean to the college. So now you must tell us how to get there!" Old Popsicle roared.

"Hey, aren't you paying attention? You're not looking for the academy, the academy is looking for you. When you open the closet, it's just a closet. You'll never find the monster hiding inside unless it jumps towards you." Kroger still looked nonchalant.

"I know the academy has teleportation technology...so you don't want to reveal it, right?" Old Popsicle had lost his patience.

"I think we've talked long enough. You and I both know how things will end, so... are you ready?" Kroger did not respond to Old Popsicle's questioning, he just showed a sarcastic smile.

Old Popsicle didn't answer again. He just threw the hydraulic pliers in his hand out like lightning, aiming directly at Kroger.

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Kroger, the battle-hardened mercenary dodged the flying hydraulic pliers nimbly. The moment he moved, the synths around him immediately raised their heads and fired at the team in front of them.

He was probably aware that Old Popsicle used power armor, and he had also probably heard about the Postman's strength. But he underestimated Old Popsicle's combat capabilities, underestimated the Postman, and didn't consider how powerful Aliana, who rarely used a move, was.

Kroger activated the Invisibility Boy the moment he was attacked, turning himself completely invisible. But even so, the moment he lowered his head, he felt the burning sensation of the bullet grazing his head, as well as the sharp dull pain in his chest and abdomen.

The moment Old Popsicle made his move, the postman pulled out a special large-caliber revolver from his pocket and fired all the bullets at Kroger's position.

One of the bullets flew past Kroger's head, and the others hit Kroger's body accurately.

But his clothes were more than they appeared. The material used in them significantly cushioned the impact of bullets, preventing them from being penetrated. Furthermore, the modifications Kroger had undergone had significantly increased his physical toughness and tolerance for pain.

Kroger immediately got up after being knocked to the ground, crouching and moving in another direction. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had underestimated the opponent's strength—that large woman called the Postman was as exaggerated as if she had walked out of a comic book! How could a human possess such marksmanship!

Kroger was also a man who valued his life. His clothes contained a material developed by the academy from bulletproof fibers. This kind of clothing required considerable material investment. If the academy hadn't needed to verify the technology and specially made a piece to see the effect, Kroger would probably never have been able to wear it.

The battle instantly intensified, but the situation wasn't evenly matched, but rather one-sided. The synths the academy had provided were more than adequate for defeating the unprotected wastelanders, but they were completely defeated if they penetrated their power armor.

After all, power armor offers better protection against energy weapons than live ammunition. Old Popsicle stood calmly, raising his heavy live ammunition weapon and firing a final round.

Behind him, Nick Preston also found cover to provide support shooting, and Ariana...she activated the stealth module at the first moment.

The human Kroger's physical abilities were similar to those of a lesser-quality police T-doll. However, such qualities would be extremely difficult to defeat in a human... If facing a combat expert with decades of experience, it would be best to ensure a fatal blow.

The synths could not hold out for a very short time. In less than a minute, these synths with poor shooting skills were killed one after another under the firepower of three top wasteland fighters and two supporters.

Old Popsicle didn't put down his weapon. He looked at the mess in front of him and said with a smack of his lips: "I didn't see Kroger..."

"I shot him. I fired six shots, five of which hit him. Is the Invisibility Boy still in effect?" The Postman hung the submachine gun back on his body and reloaded his revolver with new bullets. "Where's Ariana?"

[I'm invisible. Stay alert. Kroger is not dead.] Aliana replied quickly. Her vision switched several times and then tracked a fresh trail.

Although Kroger was very careful with his footprints, after all, in such a chaotic scene, who would pay attention to a few extra footprints? Those synths had been stomping around here for a long time, so who would care about the extra dust on the ground?

Then she noticed a heat source emerging from a human head on the second floor nearby. Kroger cautiously retreated to the second floor. Judging by the air ripples, he had already replaced his hand with an anti-material rifle. It was probably the weapon he had prepared there before.

Aliana remained silent, quietly raising her assault rifle. Almost at the same moment Kroger raised his anti-material rifle, she fired a series of short bursts.

The electromagnetic bullet, which had far greater penetrating power than the postman's pistol, pierced Kroger's neck, shattered his arms and hands, and turned the rifle into metal garbage.

With a dull puffing sound, Old Popsicle instinctively turned his head toward the source of the sound. Kroger's Invisibility effect was lifted, and he fell backwards to the ground, the large-caliber rifle pressing down on him.

Kroger tried to get up, but the bullets were too fierce for his human body to withstand. He was alive now, relying purely on his strong prosthetic body to barely keep him alive.

Although Old Popsicle was very confused, the current situation did not allow him to think too much. He immediately rushed to the second floor, followed by Nick and Preston.

"Success..." Ariana emerged from invisibility and winked at the postman, "Postman, you still have to be careful of enemies who can turn invisible."

"I just haven't found it yet... This guy was very nimble when he escaped, without any unnecessary movement, and the location he chose was somewhere with poor lighting. Well, this guy is indeed experienced... Okay, thank you for your help, Ariana." After hesitating for a while, the postman finally thanked her generously.

"Hmph, as I should." Aliana smiled lightly and ran upstairs.

Upstairs, Old Popsicle is questioning Kroger who is gradually dying.

"Come on, Kroger, tell me about the academy. Just tell me, I can bandage you and give you treatment, and I will also let you go!" Old Popsicle said to Kroger who was shot to death.

"Humph... You won't, you won't let me go. Going... is useless, I will be caught up sooner or later... and you will meet them sooner or later..." Kroger coughed up some blood foam and looked at the old popsicle sarcastically, "Come on, avenge your wife... Do it..."

Old Popsicle slowly stood up, his tall, power armored figure looking down at the severely injured mercenary.

Then, heavy metal boots stepped on Kroger's chest. Old Popsicle remained silent and pressed down little by little.

"Ah--!!!!" Kroger instinctively tried to push away the boots pressing on his chest, but the injuries he suffered were too severe. He had no strength to escape, nor did he have enough arm strength to push away the boots.

Under the pressure of the weight, his sternum broke and shattered one by one. Kroger cursed out all the words he had learned in his life, but soon he had no strength left - his lungs were squeezed and he could no longer breathe air into his chest cavity.

Crack! Kroger's sternum had been crushed. His face flushed crimson, but he couldn't utter a word. His death was imminent.

Finally, the heavy metal boots slowly and persistently ended the execution. The boots crushed Kroger's lungs and heart under the pressure, and his originally broad chest was reduced to only half its thickness.

All the holes in his head began to bleed, and only the dead would show such a state.

Kroger's heart and lungs were shattered, and no one could get back up in this situation.

"Nora... I have avenged you... Next, I'm going to save our child. Wait for me, Noora." Old Popsicle looked into the distance, to be precise, the location of Shelter 111.

He asked the postman to shoot Kroger in the chest a few times, and after making sure that his heart was broken, he prepared to leave without looking back.

However, just as Lao Binggun was about to leave, a sound of electricity and a flash of blue light appeared in the center of the airport waiting hall.

The light did not last long, and when it faded, a man with dark skin, a black crew cut, a pair of large sunglasses, and a large leather jacket stood there, holding an academic-style laser weapon in his hand.

"Who are you?" Old Popsicle asked condescendingly. He looked around with some annoyance, thinking about what other weapons he could use to throw.

The postman secretly reminded Ariana to be ready to shoot at any time, while he also put his hands in his pockets.

"X6-88," the man in the black leather coat said stiffly, "To be specific, I'm the third generation synth from the academy you're talking about, the Stalker."

315 This is Consumer Rights Day

Everyone in the team looked at each other with complicated expressions. Although everyone was full of doubts, they still waited for Lao Binggu's response. After all, he was the captain.

Ariana quietly installed a locator on Old Popsicle's power armor. This was one of the odds and ends Sun Yang had given her. Sun Yang was worried that some of the devices might be stolen if they weren't properly stored, so this would allow him to track down Old Popsicle's exact location.

As long as they have this locator, Sun Yang will be able to rescue with a large force in less than two days.

"So what does the college want to talk to me, Old Popsicle? Hmm?" Old Popsicle seemed to have gotten used to this strange name.

"Our Holy Father wants to see you, Mr. Knight. I hope you can come with me." X6-88 said seriously.

"Then you will replace the general with a synthetic human, and let him blend in with us. When did you regard the people on the ground as human beings? What invitation are you talking about? All the people you invited are dead! Just like the time at Bunker Hill! General, do you believe his lies?" Preston couldn't help but roared emotionally.

“…” Old Popsicle fell silent.

"Are you really going? It's not a wise choice to listen to the academy, Mr. Knight. You may face hundreds of high-powered laser guns or hundreds of explosives about to explode." Nick glanced at the X6-88 Hunter standing below, trying to persuade Old Popsicle from other angles.

"Please remain calm, everyone. If the academy wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even realize how you died." X6-88 still maintained his contemptuous and sarcastic tone.

Bang! Bang! Two bullets struck X6-88's left and right sides almost simultaneously. X6-88 didn't react until the gunshot. Meanwhile, in the second-floor hallway, a wisp of smoke billowed from the postman's large-caliber revolver.

The postman looked down at X6-88 arrogantly.

"What did you say? Why don't you try saying it again?" The postman slowly loaded two new bullets. "You're just a bunch of rubbish who rely on good equipment and rigorous training to bully ordinary people. Stop barking like dogs. You don't even dare to come to the ground, and you still dare to say you can kill me at will? Just relying on you rubbish?"

The postman was quite bothered by the fact that her fighting ability was looked down upon, and especially when she was threatened like this, she immediately became furious.

"I..." X6-88 was about to say something when he was interrupted by the postman.

"Shut up and stop talking bullshit, you running dog puppet. Listen carefully, I will remember all the bullshit you said today, and I will find a chance to get back at you." The postman swung the revolver in his hand, aiming vaguely at the head of the hunter in front of him.

"Calm down, I still have to find Sean..." Old Popsicle touched the furious postman beside him.

"For your sake, old Popsicle." The postman put away the gun, but of course she was still staring at X6-88.

"Arguing is pointless for us," X6-88, possessing a powerful ability to regulate his emotions, quickly set the subject straight. "Mr. Knight, Kroger is our long-term partner. You and your team defeated him, and we won't ignore a talent like you."

"I don't care about what you said. Kroger once mentioned that Sean was doing well in the academy, but as soon as he died, you came here... Tell me, is Sean in the academy? How is he doing?" Old Popsicle demanded.

"He's doing well. After the Holy Father meets with you, he will agree to let you and Sean meet." X6-88 said briefly.

"Huh..." Old Popsicle fell silent again. The people around him didn't dare to dissuade him loudly, but just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

"I want to go." Old Popsicle said firmly.

"Then I'll go too." Seeing this, the postman grabbed Old Popsicle's arm.

"I'll only take Mr. Knight with me," X6-88 added bluntly.

"Tsk... Old Popsicle, how about this, Old Popsicle, although I don't know what's going on inside, I'm really worried that something might go wrong. But... okay, three days, I'll wait for three days. I'll wait for you here at the Air Force Airport. If you don't come back, I'll think of other ways." The postman took a few deep breaths and poured out his request like pouring water.

"I'll be back before then." Old Popsicle patted the postman gently. Then he turned to Preston and Nick.

"Preston, I'll leave it up to you to explain things to the Volunteers. If I can't go back, I'll just have to train the new recruits the old way."

"Understood, General." Preston nodded seriously.

"Nick, I've paid your hiring fee in advance." Old Popsicle pulled a bag out of his power armor and tossed it to Nick. Nick took the bag and shook the clanking bottle caps inside.

"You're always welcome to visit next time, Mr. Knight." Although they haven't been working together for a long time, Nick and Old Popsicle have a pretty good relationship.

"Aliana--" Old Popsicle looked at Aliana hesitantly.

"I don't like the atmosphere of life and death. I know you will come back alive, so don't do this." Ariana's words made Old Popsicle let out a short and awkward laugh.

"Is it resolved?" X6-88 has been waiting patiently until now.

"That's enough." Old Popsicle went down to the first floor and, under the gaze of his teammates who had fought with him all the way to the present, he held X6-88's hand.

In an instant, they vanished from the air, leaving behind only a faint blue glow.

At the same time, the signal marker that Aliana placed on Old Popsicle faithfully transmitted his current location. Aliana directly uploaded this data to Sun Yang, who would make the final decision.

"Tsk..." The postman clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. "Preston, go back to the Volunteer Camp by yourself. Can you make it back alive?"

"Do you want to wait here alone? I can wait too." Preston said with some insistence.

"You shouldn't stay here. The Quincy Volunteers need you. We also need you to take the news back. At least let the Volunteers be mentally prepared." The postman made a gesture to drive him away.

"I understand. Take care, Postman, and Ariana." Preston bowed and walked outside.

"I'll go with you. At least we'll have someone to look after us on the way. Goodbye, postman, Ariana." Nick waved to the two people behind him and followed Preston.

"Oh~ Now I'm safe on the road. I was just thinking about how to sleep at night..."

"Even synths need to sleep at night, so let's take turns keeping watch..."

One human and one machine left, while one human and one machine chose to stay, waiting for an unknown outcome.

***

And in the distance, even further away.

A man who could hardly be called a human showed an ecstatic expression after receiving the signal.

"Great! That's fucking great! This is progressing incredibly fast! Great, we got the coordinates! M4! AK15! Tell everyone! As soon as Knight leaves the academy, we'll attack immediately!" Sun Yang walked out of the room. A dozen kilometers away from the Federal Polytechnic, a temporary base had been built in the ruins.