I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The last survivor tried to endure the pain and grab the weapon on the ground to fight back, but the postman fired several shots at his head with the submachine gun in his hand, killing him directly.

Cass, standing nearby, unhooked the bag from her back. Inside, the grenade launcher was already loaded with grenades. She kicked the door open and fired the grenade launcher into the store. From inside, screams and curses echoed, followed by the loud bang of grenades exploding.

Several plasma streams shot out from inside, but Cass hid in the corner and threw a large number of concussion grenades and plasma grenades with Ariana. There was a lot of running and dodging from inside.

The tactical grenade and plasma grenade exploded together, creating a noise that could be heard even by people a hundred meters away.

The hawker standing outside heard the noise behind him and turned around immediately. Before he could see what was happening, he was hit by several bullets in the chest and head.

A UMP45, not far away, dropped his submachine gun and ran over to drag the body away. The rest of the team immediately followed, keeping watch in other directions.

Van Graff is not a small gang, and they have many gunmen stationed around the store.

So after hearing the gunshots, some people will choose to hide, while others will rush over here - needless to say, these people must be enemies coming to support.

Team 404, dressed in tattered heavy coats, wrapped themselves up like scavengers. They followed the postman team after they took action - they were responsible for the external survival, while the postman handled the internal confrontation.

Those who were wandering around the Silver Shock immediately began to move to other places. Except for the daring lunatics who wanted to come in and make a fortune, no one was willing to break into other people's battlefield.

There were a few people who were trying to sneak in from other places, so 416 blocked the street near the store entrance. As long as they were not crazy, no normal person would run over here - if they ran over, don't blame them for not being able to identify friend or foe.

At this point, the battle between the Postman Squad and the 404 Squad began.

181 Liberty City Black Ops (Part )

A dozen gunmen with less than perfect minds rushed out from the nearby streets, intending to cross the road and rush to the Silver Impact. At such a long distance, they believed that no one could hit them.

But a series of short bursts from the 416 knocked down all the gunmen hundreds of meters away. The humanoid's gun control stability and branding system made the accuracy of this assault rifle extremely ridiculous within its effective range.

The wounds on these people were basically all on their heads and hearts. After a burst of gunfire, none of the gunmen stood up again.

Knowing that this group of gunmen had been wiped out, many of those coming to support from other directions simply fled, not wanting to get involved in this mess. The enemy's combat effectiveness report showed that people would pick on the weak.

But the more ambitious began to quietly sneak through the alleys, following the hidden passages between the side roads and corridors toward the Silver Impact. For no other reason than to retrieve some good equipment. Everyone loves plasma weapons. The most powerful killing weapon in the wasteland is right there at the scene of the firefight. First come, first served. Whoever gets one has the power to take down an entire caravan.

The UMP sisters moved around the streets and houses surrounding Silver Shock, specializing in close combat, while G11 climbed onto nearby rooftops to provide ranged support.

45 and 9 moved nimbly between the houses and the alleys, not following any rules about being discreet. Anyone who could be here at this hour wasn't a good person.

The weapons in the hands of the enemies that gathered around them were not very good, and their reactions were not sensitive enough. In the narrow environment, the humanoid's excellent hearing system could detect the sounds of these people's movements in advance.

45 would wait quietly for the opponent to cautiously turn the corner, then swing his Saturn alloy knife, chop off the opponent's head, and then take the weapon and move on. For the fragile human body, the sharpness of Saturn alloy is so overbearing.

Even if the other side reacted quickly, it was useless. The weapons in their hands couldn't even penetrate their protective suits and the bodies underneath. Only a few of them who advanced with shotguns managed to tear apart 45's tattered cloak.

The UMP45 and UMP9 below were engaged in a fierce battle. The G11 above wasn't idle either. Too many people wanted a piece of the action, many wanting the Silver Shock plasma weapon.

When you encounter this situation, don't worry about whether you are an ally or not. It is ridiculous to expect to figure out the identity of the other party in a combat environment.

G11 squatted on a nearby building and fired sniper shots at the people approaching from below, and together with 416 blocked the enemies below.

"What's going on?" G11 felt the weapon's shooting feel was a little strange today. The crosshairs were off significantly, with the bullet impacting a few centimeters. Something inside seemed amiss.

During this time, 4 had been leading them through Liberty City quite a bit. While they claimed to be working as intelligence agents, they were actually involved in many of Liberty City's shady dealings, both large and small. Whether it was child trafficking or drug dealing, 45 would gather intelligence and lead a team to eliminate them.

Although the difficulty is not great, the frequency is high. G11 has to clean his weapon all the time. Although the appearance of this gun is more like the original one and the internal modules have been improved, it still has a lot of parts and problems will still occur after a long time of use.

"Could it be that it was crushed while I was sleeping with it the other day? No, no, I've replaced all the spare parts. I really want to learn magic..." G11 muttered anxiously as she fired short bursts carefully.

The bullets were empty, and I put a new magazine into the G11, but when I tried to load the gun, the screw plate wouldn't turn.

“Not at this time…” G11 repeated the installation several times and finally succeeded in screwing the plate.

Beep! G11's body sounded an alarm; a nearby laser pointer was aimed at it.

G11 immediately rolled over, several bullets hitting the spot where she had been crouching. She immediately located the enemy's position based on the impact points. She immediately crawled behind a nearby bunker. She saw the enemy's figure, behind the bunker in the next building. She pulled the trigger at the enemy's bunker.

Click. Click. No matter how hard she pulled the trigger, the bullet wouldn't come out. Her rifle finally gave way.

[G11, what happened?] 416 noticed the overhead fire had ceased and immediately inquired about the situation.

[My gun is broken! And we're surrounded!] G11 huddled behind cover. The enemy continued firing a few more times. She could only hold the laser gun at her waist and calculate the direction to move forward.

[I'm going now! Wait!] 416 immediately stood up and ran towards G11.

[Enemy, there seem to be a lot of enemies!] G11 heard multiple footsteps downstairs. As soon as she stuck her head out, several bullets hit her shield.

The sniper in another building scratched his head, feeling that he must have hit the target, but why was the other party not hurt at all?

But it didn't matter, her mission wasn't to shoot this team. Her teammates were running up.

Men and women wearing pre-war body armor ran up from below. This squad was well-trained and knew how to navigate complex environments. The leader dodged the sniper's line of fire and fired short bursts of his submachine gun into G11's bunker, forcing her out. The others dispersed to other positions, preparing to outflank G11.

G11 could only throw away his rifle. The opponent subconsciously fired a few rounds at the thrown gun, and G11 took the opportunity to stick his head out and pulled the trigger of the laser gun at the leading enemy.

Bang, bang, bang! The sniper's bullets flew in, but these bullets still only hit the position shield. Meanwhile, the laser rifle in G11's hand accurately hit the neck of the leading man.

The scorching laser instantly pierced his throat, and the man fell to the ground without a sound.

The enemies nearby immediately realized that something was wrong and quickened their pace, but G11 was no pushover. She crouched down and waited for the people nearby to get closer before pouncing on them.

"Ouch!!" The full force of the humanoid and the power suit was not something a human could withstand. He was knocked to the ground. G11 raised his fist and punched the opponent in the throat, breaking his neck.

"Let him go!" The last person who came up pulled the trigger on G11, but it only caused a ripple of light to splash around her. The stand shield was still very reliable when facing live ammunition.

G11 turned around and pulled the trigger of the laser gun at him, and the deadly laser shot through the man's neck.

[416, I'm almost done here. You go back, I'll be—] Before G11 could finish her words, an explosion was heard near her.

Shockwaves and fragments flew in, and her shield value dropped to about one-third. The sniper in another building huddled behind cover, and she reloaded the single-barrel grenade launcher at hand, ready to fire another round.

[G11?!] 416's voice came, she had already run to the middle floor.

[No problem! I'll take him out!] G11 started running, and the sniper on the other side loaded the next grenade, ready to fire another shot at G11.

But this time, as soon as she showed her head, G11 opened fire with his laser rifle. Although these shots missed the enemy due to the running state and the laser weapon's strong influence on the environment, they were enough to drive the sniper back behind the cover.

G11, relying on the momentum of her sprint, leaped forward, leaping across a gap of about seven or eight meters to another building, directly near the sniper.

The sniper, determined to fight to the death, fired a blind shot outside, launching a grenade. But G11 immediately leaped forward several meters using her hands and feet, then turned to avoid the grenade and pulled the trigger of her laser rifle.

The laser shot through the sniper's exposed wrist, and the grenade launcher fell to the ground. Behind the bunker, the sniper whose arm was shot let out a heart-wrenching scream.

G11 did not rush in directly, but immediately threw a plasma grenade into the bunker.

"Grenade?!" A startled voice rang out, but the subsequent sound was drowned out by the explosion of the grenade. G11 walked around to examine the body, finally nodding in satisfaction.

[G11!] 416 had already climbed to the roof of the next building. G11 sent her the coordinates and waved to her.

[It's done, 416, but my gun is broken. I can only help provide fire support later.] G11 gave 416 a thumbs up.

"I'm glad you're okay. Let's go down. The battle isn't over yet." 416 picked up G11's gun, walked to the edge of the roof, and tossed her gun back to her from a distance of eight or nine meters.

The 404th squad was fighting fiercely, and there was also a fierce exchange of fire on the other side.

Not far from Team 404, the Postman Team was just waiting for the grenade to explode.

"Yeah! Kill them all!" After the plasma grenades and stun grenades inside exploded, Postman No. 6 rushed in without hesitation.

Although the gangs there have experienced many storms, they have never been beaten like this. There are no strange tactical grenades like flash bangs in the New Vegas of 2281.

Cas threw the empty grenade launcher aside, picked up the submachine gun, and followed Ariana to fire into the door.

The shop was in shambles. The gangsters' neatly arranged weapons and bullets were scattered to the ground. Many who didn't have time to dodge were killed by the shrapnel and shockwaves. The rest were also dazed by the tactical grenades.

The three members of the postman team moved quickly, using two submachine guns and an extremely accurate assault rifle to eliminate all the enemies in the store who were still affected by the flash bang.

There were other people resting inside the shop, and when the battle started, they ran out of the house. Aliana listened for the enemy's footsteps and then shot at the wall.

The high-speed bullet pierced the centuries-old wall. The gangster on the other side screamed and fell to the ground. Postman No. 6 took out her tactical grenade, used her plasma pistol to smash the door lock into pieces, and then threw the grenade inside.

After a loud bang, Postman No. 6 fired his submachine gun into the room. However, the gangster at the back was a step too late, and when he came out, he was not hit by the stun grenade.

When he saw the postman leaning forward with the submachine gun pointed at him, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The submachine gun bullet first hit the innermost gangster, shattering his head. But the opposing plasma also hit Postman No. 6's right hand. The submachine gun and her palm turned into a ball of goo and flew into the wall behind them.

"Ah! Shit! Shit!" Postman No. 6 rolled back into the room. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she used her legs and her other hand to hold onto her injured arm.

The part above her right wrist was gone, leaving only the end of her limb, which had been burned by plasma.

"Postman!" Cas rushed over and pulled the postman back. Ariana threw a first aid kit on the ground and fired another magazine of bullets from her assault rifle towards the wall.

"Take care of her, I'll clean up the rest." Ariana said over her shoulder, kicking open the door and rushing into the depths of the house.

"Ah! Damn! It hurts! Damn! Cass! Give me Injection X! Quick!" Postman No. 6 was sweating profusely from the pain. Cass immediately injected the medicine into the postman's arm, and the powerful painkilling effect immediately stabilized the postman.

The sound of Ariana shooting came from upstairs, and Cass quickly bandaged the postman. Cass's face was not good, as if he had made some mental decision.

"Alright! Stop looking so sorry! How could I not know the risks involved? Life on the edge of a knife, it's only a matter of time." Postman No. 6 climbed to his feet, shaking his bandaged limb. "I'm here, so I have to take the risk. And, if you cry, we'll break up now."

"...Okay, I understand. But there's the Crimson Caravan later, and it's not suitable for you to go there again." Cass took a deep breath and forced his emotions back.

"I'll go too. I can kill dozens of people with one hand. Whatever I'm going to do, I'll do it." Postman No. 6 flexed his arms and cast his gaze around the room. "A mechanical prosthetic arm will do. It'll be enough for me to hold a gun."

"You really didn't—" Cass frowned suddenly.

"Cas! Have you finished killing people? If not, go ahead and kill! Complete your revenge! I'm ready now! Go and support Ariana!" Postman No. 6 said as he was about to drive Cas away.

"No need," Aliana's voice came from next door, "There are only two people in there. All the people here are from Van Graff's gang."

"Hmm? Including the ones outside, there are only about thirty people. Is that all?" The postman counted the bodies on the ground and outside.

"How many people do you want in one store?" Aliana looked at the postman's broken arm. "Can you still fight?"

"What a joke! I've done one-handed training. Humph, is this the best a mafia family can do?! Pah!" Postman Number Six kicked aside the scattered plasma rifles and grabbed two of the more unusual individuals, throwing them aside. "Hmm, judging by the direction, they're the Van Graff siblings? You two have really bad luck."

There was a man and a woman. The man looked muscular and had an extremely fierce face, and he looked like a man who would kill without blinking an eye. The woman was wearing a business suit and had her hair neatly combed, looking like a cunning businessman.

The two men had metal fragments left by the grenade explosion on their necks and chests, and their clothes were stained red with blood. They still maintained a panicked expression before dying.

They probably died in Cass's first round of shooting.

"Oh, rest in peace." Postman No. 6 made the sign of the cross on them, then took out the water gun that he hadn't taken out for a long time and sprayed beer on the faces of the two people who were still frightened before they died.

"May you feel like you've been pissed on after you die, gang scum."

182 The Postman Team Hasn't Finished Their Work Yet

Liberty City is bustling again today—even busier than usual.

Silver Shock, a shop owned by a tough criminal family that sells energy weapons, was smashed today and everyone inside was killed.

All sorts of rumors were flying around, saying all sorts of things, but basically everyone was saying that the area had become very, very dangerous.

One of the people who claimed to have seen the entire process and escaped with his body intact was recounting what he had seen in the bar.

Honestly, the usual little skirmishes were nothing. This time, they were led by a group of tough guys. The ones attacking Silver Shock were none other than the Mailman Squad, who had been so famous lately helping out everywhere.

I don’t know what happened between the Postman Team and Silver Impact, but they suddenly started fighting.

That Postman Number Six was terrifying. While she was still talking, two weapons suddenly appeared in her hands, and she killed four people in one encounter. Brothers and sisters, I read that correctly, four people, and she knocked them down in less than a second. Who among you dares to say that you can knock down four people in one encounter?

If you want to talk to her about something, don't go if there are less than four of you. If she wants to, she can kill all the negotiators and still get away with it.

Her teammate, who must be called Cass, pulled out her grenade launcher and grenades and bombarded the Silver Shock. Then the group rushed in and started fighting.

Around, a bunch of messy people appeared out of nowhere, all of them were moving towards Silver Impact, I guess they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

As a result, the gang started fighting each other before they even got there. Damn, that guy in the rag coat on the street was really a tough guy. You must not have seen it, but that guy with a rifle directly knocked down a large number of gunmen who ran out a step too late, and that was a distance of hundreds of meters!

You say, are these Silver Shock and the Postman something that little fry like us can mess with? This place is where the big guys make their money, and all the tough guys have gone there.

Those who weren't strong enough, those who weren't smart enough, were already dead! There was no way to survive! Those people didn't care who you were in order to get the energy weapons. They would kill you if you got close!

I didn't dare to watch what happened next. The tough guy in the tattered jacket fought for a while and then ran into the building next door. I was afraid that she would also run into the house where I was, so I hid.

The man who was shaking and drinking looked frightened. Of course, it was also possible that he was just addicted to alcohol and now he was finally feeling better after drinking a lot.

The battle situation near Silver Impact became more and more outrageous, with people constantly adding fuel to the fire, making the battle description more and more massive and brutal.

In the end, alleged eyewitnesses claimed nearly two hundred bodies were left at the scene. The postman even engaged in another fight with the man who ultimately won, and a massive explosion erupted from within the Silver Shock, completely collapsing the building.

The result of the battle should be a draw between the two sides, the postman was seriously injured, and those ruthless guys who took advantage of the situation quickly evacuated.

As for the weapons there? Who knows? These people were in a hurry when they evacuated, so they didn't carry much.

As for the actual situation, most people in Liberty City were still unaware. Although many who learned the news later planned to send people there, they were still a step behind.

After the Postman Squad and Squad 404 successfully reunited, they immediately set about destroying these weapons. They took what they could, and those that couldn't be taken were all tied to bombs and thrown into the basement.

No one could continue to wander around with these dangerous weapons. The postman piled the weapons and ammunition together and placed a time bomb on top.