I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

She really is a member of a secret military organization and can really communicate through brains.

"Huh, it's just as I expected. It's totally what I expected." Postman No. 6 simply and straightforwardly chose to hold on.

165 Are the postman cookies delicious, postman?

After resolving the strange misunderstanding, Sun Yang began to explain to Postman No. 6 why he sent Ariana to approach her.

It was mainly because of Postman No. 6's self-serving rhetoric. It's rare to find someone who can survive a bullet in the head, and even rarer still to find someone causing trouble after getting shot in the head. It's reasonable to send someone to follow and see what's going on.

Other factions didn't care about a lucky postman, but Sun Yang was very interested. And according to Aliana's reports over the past few months, Postman No. 6's combat effectiveness and operational efficiency were very reliable.

The reason for meeting her now is to discuss the direction of future cooperation. That's why I asked Aliana to invite Postman No. 6 over.

"Yeah, I understand anyway. To put it simply, it's an assessment. I guess there will be very difficult tasks and a lot of bottle caps waiting for me." Postman No. 6, whose mind had improved a lot after taking the medicine, nodded.

"You can think of it this way, dear Postman No. 6. My missions may not be difficult, but they will definitely be rich. This requires someone who is familiar with the Mojave and is tough and strong enough. Of course, I don't mind you forming a reliable team."

"Okay, then stop talking nonsense. Tell me what you need to do and what you can give me." Postman No. 6 said bluntly.

"I need you to help the Followers of Apocalypse. There's a leader of the Followers of Apocalypse named Julie in Mormon Fortress. She's causing a lot of trouble in this city, and I need your quick wit to help."

"Is it that organization that is as selfless and dedicated as the Light of Humanity? There is no problem in helping them, but this organization doesn't seem to have many enemies, but many people in NCR don't like them. How far do you want me to go? I'm not sure if I can assassinate the top leaders of NCR." Postman No. 6 was not averse to this kind of thing.

"I won't go that far, and I won't assign such a task to you. I can't put everything on you. Some of it will depend on me, and some on you. We need to divide the work and cooperate on everything. If she really wants you to assassinate an important target, just refuse or report it to me." Seeing the other party's attitude was relatively good, Sun Yang pulled a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice from his waist pocket and took a sip. This was a drink imported from the Advanced Warfare World. The products of the End of America World had not yet expanded.

"Okay... What's that drink in your bottle? Can I have a sip?" The postman's attention was attracted by the drink.

"Iced orange juice. Here's a bottle for you." Sun Yang took out a new bottle and handed it to Postman No. 6.

"I want the bottle you drank from." said Postman No. 6.

"If you think it's okay, then it's fine." Sun Yang gave the orange juice he had taken a big sip of to Postman No. 6 and opened a new bottle for himself.

"Ton, ton, ton..." Postman No. 6 downed the orange juice in one gulp, the cool, sweet taste stimulating her taste buds. In the perpetually scorching Mojave Desert, having a cold drink readily available was a sign of strength.

This shows that the other party has enough refrigeration equipment, insulation equipment and transportation equipment, and bottled juice also means that the other party has a very strong industrial production chain that can support this level of logistical material supply.

Of course, Postman No. 6 didn't think so much. She simply judged that Sun Yang was very awesome because the NCR Rangers didn't have this kind of drink, but Sun Yang could.

"Ah, Si~ My teeth hurt a little bit. This thing called orange juice, can you drink it casually?"

"I'm not sure what you like, but I can leave you enough clean food and drinks for a month, not the stuff from before the war. Forget it, use this tablet to see what I can give you. Words are not enough, right?" Sun Yang handed over a tablet.

"This, this, a touch screen. I understand, I understand." Postman No. 6, who had operated the Pip-Boy before, was not illiterate. After touching it a few times, he figured out that this thing was a device for playing videos and PPTs.

"Yeah, the living environment is nice, and the supplies... game consoles? VR equipment?"

"It's like the Pip-Boy and the cartridge games you can play in the terminal. But the terminal technology here is too backward, and the graphics technology is not advanced enough. I think we should provide something that Mojave can't provide."

"Oh, that's really fascinating. You're also responsible for treating illnesses and inserting implants? I remember there's a clinic in New Vegas that can install implants. Those things aren't cheap, are they? All of these must be tens of thousands of bottle caps, right? Are you sure my mission isn't to assassinate the president of NCR?"

"Why would I let you do this? These implants are there to give you the ability to survive. If you don't want them, I can remove them..."

"No, no, no, but I'm just worried. How could there be such a kind person?"

"I'm not being kind, it's just because you are very valuable to me - although saying this may seem chilling, cold-blooded and calculating, I think you prefer to hear this answer, right?" Sun Yang's words made Postman No. 6 feel quite decent.

"Postman No. 6, after signing the agreement, I will need you to travel to many places, not just Mojave. You may go to other places, even through the territory of Caesar's Legion and head to the distant east coast. The risks are unknown, the benefits are unknown, but your salary will not decrease, but will only increase. If there is good equipment, it will also be provided to you, as long as you can use it. So, are you willing to accept this agreement?" Sun Yang looked at Postman No. 6.

"Then how long do I need to do it? I feel like you might exploit me for the rest of my life." Postman No. 6 felt a little nervous just looking at the expected benefits given by Sun Yang.

"If you're adventurous, you can always follow me. If you quit midway, I won't object. Let me put it this way. Your minimum contract deadline is until I finish dealing with things on the West Coast. That won't be more than two years. When I'm not contacting you, you can do whatever you want. The missions I'm given will only have a deadline, so just complete them within that time. I won't interfere with most of your actions, unless you try to blow up a city or assassinate the president—you need to tell me about that in advance."

"That sounds good. Okay, I accept it." After thinking for a while, Postman No. 6 decided to agree. Apart from anything else, the implants alone were already pretty good. He didn't expect to be arranged to undergo this kind of surgery.

"Then let's treat your injuries first, heal your poor head. Okay, don't be afraid, it will be healed soon." Sun Yang took out his holy bell and shook it gently.

"What is that?" Before Postman No. 6 could react, golden patterns appeared under her feet.

166 This is a benefit for you, Postman No. , do your job well

"No, this is not good. I feel like I'm going to grow a brain. Well, this is so weird? I'm Postman No. 6? Why am I called this name?" Postman No. 6 covered her head with her hands, and the originally sunken scar on her head gradually became fuller.

Her head had suffered a fatal attack, nearly destroying her brain. The aftereffect of making strange facial expressions had been with her ever since she regained consciousness, and only recently could she manage to control them.

Although she was open-minded, this symptom had troubled the postman for a long time. And now, this symptom that had troubled her was solved so easily.

"How do you feel?" Sun Yang asked cautiously. Although the healing miracles in the Dark Souls world were very direct and crude, repairing the human brain was actually a very complicated matter.

After all, there were many cases where someone's personality and strengths changed after suffering a brain injury. While it was possible to have a humanoid doll handle this, considering the risks of surgery, it was more convenient to repair it directly in one go.

"It doesn't seem to have changed much. I just remember why I'm called Postman Number Six. My parents are illiterate, and they just knew there was a Postman named Number Six who delivered medicine to the community. So they memorized the characters and gave me that name," Postman Number Six squinted his eyes in pain. "It's such a random excuse. I might as well just lose my memory and not remember it."

"No wonder when you checked the order number in Prim Town, it was signed as Postman No. 6. So that's your real name?" Sun Yang had already known about the operation from Ariana.

"Don't look at me like this. For a while, the people in the village used to call me the sexy postman. But I grew to this size just after I turned 15, and no one has approached me for romance since then. Maybe they couldn't accept being pinned down by me." Postman No. shrugged regretfully.

"Ahem, anyway, just make sure you don't have any personality changes. I was really worried that your original personality was quite violent..."

"Oh, what are you talking about, Commander Sun Yang? I hate it. Violence is the basis of pleasure, it's impossible not to like it. But I'm a hero, a hero. If I stop being a postman, I'll spread the name of Hero No. 6. Don't worry, Commander, although I don't know how you cured my brain, I have to help you for this." Postman No. 6 waved his hand shyly.

It seems that even if I repair my brain, my personality will still be so strange and my words will be hard to understand. Never mind, being able to handle some things for me is enough.

"Strictly speaking, you should call me Boss. But you can call me Commander, Boss, or just Sun Yang. I don't mind. And then there's your new equipment—did you choose a laser rifle and a plasma pistol? No problem. The heavy-duty powered exoskeleton armor you requested will take some time to manufacture. After all, your body size is larger than most of my men. Now, take this equipment and report to Julie at the Mormon Fort. I'll prepare the supplies and implants you requested."

"Wow, we're not going to kill all the Demon Gang or scout the enemy. Can I get more weapons? I want to prepare these for Cas and Ariana as well." Postman No. 6 took the brand new small laser rifle and plasma pistol that Sun Yang had taken out of the box. Looking at these two brand new weapons, she wanted to replace all her weapons with bottle caps.

"No, I only reached an agreement with you. If you do your job well, I don't mind providing weapons to Cass in your team. I have always been responsible for Aliana's weapons." Sun Yang said.

"Commander, is it time to restock my ammunition? I've had enough of these crappy guns." Ariana put a backpack full of bottle caps and broken weapons on the ground.

"If you want to sell the bottle caps and junk you earned, you can give them directly to me. Just this once, I can prepare brand new weapons for you - please note that these bottle caps and metal junk are of no value to me. I am only doing this out of investment in you and your team, Ms. Postman No. 6." Sun Yang did not want the postman to be delayed for things like changing change.

"Can I, too, sir?" Cass was now interested.

"It's all right. I'll weigh your junk by the kilogram. How much you can exchange for it depends on your luck."

"...I don't have any use for these things. Just divide them among yourselves." Ariana took off all the mounts on her body and threw them to her two temporary teammates.

"Oh, thank you so much, Ariana. But, Boss, will Ariana still be with me?" Postman No. 6 took the junk and whispered to Cass while holding the tablet. Then she suddenly realized the problem. Fundamentally, Ariana was Sun Yang's subordinate.

"What do you think? Do you want to follow them?" Sun Yang looked at Aliana who was standing there doing nothing.

"I have no problem. I have also carried out missions that required lying low for several months. The two of them are not professionals, but they are pretty good." Ariana said.

"Okay, I understand. After you two have packed up, go directly to the Mormon Fort to meet your new friends. Ariana will be waiting here for you to complete the supply work." Sun Yang said to Postman No. 6 and Cass.

So after some whispered discussions, Cass chose a plasma shotgun, a small laser gun and heavy powered exoskeleton armor.

For humans, it is enough to run as fast as before, and the rest is to pile up as much protection as possible.

The plasma shotgun and small laser gun were handed to Cass. Sun Yang also said that the exoskeleton would take time to transport. The main reason was that all the equipment available at the base was of humanoid standard output, and humans could easily kill themselves using it.

Sun Yang had the Oasis humanoids use a remote scanner to record the two's physical measurements, then tailored them for them. After all, humans aren't like humanoids, and there are many more considerations. But the effort was worth it. Many things were better handled by Mojave natives. Relying on humanoids to conduct diplomacy and resolve disputes... well, forget it. After thinking about it, the base had all sorts of people, but the one who seemed best at communication was MDR, the abstract anchor.

It's better to rely on her to communicate than on myself. So it's better to outsource the communication work to local people.

These two people came at the right time, as the powered exoskeleton here had just been fully converted to be powered by nuclear batteries.

Sun Yang reached out and sent Aliana back to the base, asking her to change her body and equipment, and then he went out to sell the supplies that were advanced to Postman No. 6.

167 Please work hard and don't make trouble

Postman No. 6 and Cass quickly became friends with the Apocalypse Followers. Especially after they introduced themselves as people arranged by Sun Yang, the leader of the Apocalypse Followers named Julie enthusiastically explained the current situation.

In short, the relationship between the Followers of the Apocalypse and many local drug dealers and dealers involved in addictive alcoholic beverages is not good, but the organization and beliefs of the Followers of the Apocalypse determine that they cannot use force to fight back, because many drugs are the raw materials for overdose medicines.

At least Boss Sun Yang really has a lot of things waiting to be dealt with. Although Postman No. 6 feels strange to be entrusted with such an important task right from the start, a task is a task and work is work. Just accept it and try your best to complete it.

After solving dozens of incidents of varying sizes, Postman No. 6 and Cass have become a jack-of-all-trades team that can more or less solve any problem.

Team 404, arriving shortly thereafter, met with Postman 404 and the Apocalypse Followers. After a brief explanation, the Postman understood that 404 was a team of one, open and one, covert. While the Postman handled a variety of matters, both large and small, Team also handled the messy tasks, though they excelled at intelligence gathering.

The postman, on the other hand, was better at getting people drunk or interrogating them with a sly, almost sardonic style. The work everyone did was often similar, but their styles of doing things were different.

Many of the tasks and requests of the followers of the Apocalypse are to save others, or negotiate with other forces to exchange some technology for supplies, etc. They will not, and dare not, let people perform tasks that will kill people or seek interests, territory, or benefits.

There are many forces in the Free City. Many forces do not attack the Followers of Apocalypse, mainly because they treat the wounded indiscriminately and will not actively attack other forces.

If Team 404, Postman No. , and Cass showed signs of fighting on behalf of the Followers of Apocalypse, then with the current size and number of fighters of the Followers of Apocalypse, they would be completely wiped out by other forces in a few days.

It can even be said that the reason why the followers of Apocalypse are still alive and well is largely because the Elvis Gang, the largest local force, is trying its best to maintain peace and order on the surface and balance the fragile relationship between various forces.

However, Sun Yang never restricted Postman No. 6 and Cass to helping only the Followers of Apocalypse. As long as they didn't touch the Followers of Apocalypse, they could help anyone they wanted and win their trust. This also provided Postman No. 6 with room for flexibility.

Team 404, on the other hand, was the opposite. They didn't assist other factions. Even when they did infiltrate, their primary focus was gathering intelligence. Their technical equipment and bribes allowed them to uncover a great deal. Since bottle caps were readily available at Sun Yang's place, Team 404's primary concern was the authenticity and reliability of the intelligence they received.

"In short, Team 404 primarily works for the boss and is here to help out. We're much more flexible." After Postman Six wrote down some of the questions from the Apocalypse Followers, he and Cas returned to the hotel. Team 404 stood beside them.

"That's about it. But we don't see each other often, so if you need anything, just send us a message." 45 said with a smile.

"Ah, yeah, okay," Postman Number Six muttered. She didn't really like this guy who looked so malicious. He felt a lot like the teammate in a book who would betray the protagonist in the middle or late stages.

She didn't like the feeling of having to think hard and concentrate. She only took Mantad when she needed to focus her brain and concentrate.

Postman No. 6 always felt that it was too tiring to keep thinking about everything.

For a postman, the mind can't rest for a moment, constantly thinking about the future arrangements and trivial details. It's a torture for him. It's better to be a heartless postman who doesn't care about other people's opinions.

So Ariana doesn't like people who are very scheming, at least not too obviously.

"45, there's no need to be so rude to this guy," 416 said via the secret communication.

No, I don't like this kind of casual, out-of-the-box person. This person reminds me of a husky, a dog that can do something violent out of the blue. Others might tolerate that, but I can't. I'll help if you call for backup, but anything beyond that is off the table. Keeping our distance is best. 45 also had a low opinion of the social terrorist, Postman Six, primarily because he didn't like his personality.

The two teams returned to the hotel, maintaining a distinct sense of distance. Sun Yang looked up and could only shrug.

Team 404's attitude towards humans is pretty much the worst in all of Griffin. They just happened to run into the Postman with the biggest personality difference. It would be strange if they didn't show some displeasure.

However, after the actual work, the two groups should not run into each other. Sun Yang had already informed the leader of the followers of Tianqi of this point. The leader was quite smart and knew how to arrange these people.

If things get better, we can work together. But if things don't work out, we can just stop meeting and move to another place. That's generally not a big deal.

Team 404 handed some of the physical intelligence they had gathered to Sun Yang, asked for a bunch of bottle caps, and then left the hotel without looking back. Only Team 9 stayed behind and made a face at Postman Number .

"Wow, they are so cold. Fortunately, we don't have to care too much about their expressions, otherwise we would be uncomfortable." Postman No. 6 shook his head and pushed the door into Sun Yang's room with Cass.

Sun Yang was sorting through the documents in his room. Next to him was a girl with long dark brown ponytails, wearing a knitted sweater skirt, white stockings, and leather shoes. She was playing a video game console meticulously.

M14 had been responsible for Sun Yang's security. After all, as an undead being, he was still a bit fragile in a world with laser guns everywhere. Without a humanoid around, he would panic.

A little further away is the armored exoskeleton suit that Sun Yang had the humanoids make in about ten minutes.

Taking into account that the humanoids may need to replace damaged parts more frequently in the future, the base has prefabricated many parts of different models and specifications for rapid assembly into modular exoskeleton suits that can adapt to different environments.

Otherwise, it would be foolish to keep the machines running until the battle begins, and it would be absurd to start the battle without stockpiling supplies. Thanks to this, the Oasis T-dolls were able to complete a set of exoskeleton-powered armor with less than half the power output. Once the data was prepared and the parts were installed, it was done.

"Their attitude has something to do with their past, but you can rest assured that they are very professional and just need to maintain basic communication. They know what official business means." Sun Yang said directly when Postman No. 6 pushed the door in.

"Is the sound insulation of this door so poor?" Postman No. 6 sighed somewhat exaggeratedly.

"If you have the chance in the future, you will meet other people. There are many people with weird personalities. Team 404 probably doesn't suit your style. Okay, Ariana, you can return to the team." Sun Yang said.

After replacing her body and gaining a powerful boost, Ariana emerged from the room. She looked even more ferocious than before, having discarded all her weapons, leaving only her assault rifle and a small laser rifle. She also had a number of tactical grenades.

"I'm not that petty. Oh, this Ariana, I miss her so much in less than a day." Postman No. 6 pulled Ariana around twice, and Ariana was dragged and jumped twice with a look of despair on her face.

"By the way, Boss Sun Yang, why are there only girls here? Are you a company that only recruits women?" After wandering around, Postman No. 6 asked the question that she had always been curious about.

"Oh, well, I'll tell you this, so please keep it a secret," Sun Yang opened a bag of beef jerky and started eating. "These girls are robots. You see, Team 404 is also a robot. Why do they all look like girls? That's my question."

"Boss, you don't seem like you're very good at joking?" Postman No. 6 nonchalantly found her heavy-duty exoskeleton combat suit. She'd already figured out how to put it on from the tablet she was holding on the way there, and she planned to take it directly to the next room and put it on.

"Of course I'm not joking, Postman No. 6. I've shared a secret with you, so please keep it secret and do your job well." Sun Yang gestured to Ariana to show off.

Bang! Ariana's fist smashed into the wall next to her, creating a dent in the solid reinforced concrete, but her fist didn't even break off a scratch.

"The new power source is really good. Postman No. 6, look carefully at my eyes." Ariana showed her color-changing pupils to Postman No. 6 and Cass.

"...So you weren't kidding. Okay, well, I won't have to prepare meals for you from now on." Mailman No. 6 and Cass were silent for a few seconds before quickly accepting the situation. "But you're much better than those square-headed robots. By the way, what do you think of those robots when they shoot?"

"No, why would there be? You, the postman, weren't you uncomfortable when you cut off that demon gang's head? And why did you accept it so quickly?"

Aren't robots broken enough? What a baffling ethical issue! I see you've broken other humans too, too. Ariana grumbled inwardly.

"How should I put it? Compared to a zombie or mutant teammate, a robot that looks like a human in every way is easier to accept. Well, are robots so intelligent nowadays?" Cass said, holding up his power armor.

"You're already wearing a powered exoskeleton suit and you're still lamenting this. Anyway, I understand, boss. It's about knowing the secrets that makes things easier. I understand it very well, don't worry." The postman whose brain was healed was quite easy to talk to.

"I hope so too. All the supplies you need are next door. I have also invited a professional doctor, who is on the way. If you have any problems, please wait until you have received the things I sent you." Sun Yang waved his hand and sent these people back to deal with themselves.