I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Accompanied by a loud rumbling noise and the sound of ignited plasma destroying the house structure, the postman and Team 404 quickly parted ways.

After such a violent explosion, even if there were weapons left, there would be nothing we could do about it. We can only say that the weapons were indeed durable.

There was nothing left for them to worry about in the destroyed house.

Team 404 needed to find a place to remove their disguise and shake off their pursuers, while Team Postman had other things to do; they hadn't yet settled their score with the Crimson Caravan.

The Postal Squad marched out of Liberty City with complete confidence. Perhaps it was because they had good relations with most of the factions, or perhaps it was because their support for Silver Shock was so shocking, but no one stopped them as they walked out of the city. They were quite casual.

"This is strength, this is power. You need to make friends and have fists." Wherever the postman looked, most of the people making a living in the Free City looked at him with fear.

Those forces with whom they had a better relationship did not say much. The Postman was their friend, and Silver Shock was a legitimate gangster.

The postman knocked Silver Shock back. They were overjoyed. They had finally gotten rid of this scourge that used energy weapons to kill people. Everyone could finally do business in relative safety.

"So, have you figured out how to deal with the Crimson Caravan? The Silver Shock is a mafia organization. They've offended so many people that killing many of them is indifferent. But the Crimson Caravan is a legitimate interregional trading company. Is it appropriate to wipe out all of them?" Ariana looked at the courier's wrapped severed limb. "Does Courier Number Six need more morphine?"

"If we leave quickly, we won't need more morphine. Regarding this Crimson Caravan, perhaps we won't have to deal with so many people—" Postman No. 6 pulled a piece of paper from his pocket like a magic trick. "Look what this is, a letter from the two siblings to the Van Graff family. It mentions that the Van Graff family was responsible, and that the Crimson Caravan also took action against the arms dealers. The two families have joined forces to deal with other caravans. Oh, it's signed by AM. Can this be used as evidence?"

"That's useless. It's just a piece of paper. The Crimson Caravan has a million reasons to clear itself of suspicion. Handing it over to the NCR is pointless. Even if you get the official contract from the Crimson Caravan, it'll take ten years for the real culprit to be punished." Cas shook his head after seeing the note. "Justice denied is justice denied. I might not even be around in ten years."

"Ha! You're right, Cass. Even if we take the evidence over, it will benefit the rich people in NCR in the end. It has nothing to do with us. But not all the Crimson Caravan are bad guys. We have to pick the real ones." The postman said excitedly, shaking his broken limb.

"I know. So who signed it? I mean, who are we going to kill?" Cas took the note and looked at it. "AM? It's Alice McLafferty."

"The beginning of the characters do match. Is it possible that it's an alias?" Postman No. 6 had been to that place with Cass before, but the tasks given by the other party were quite strange, so the postman did not accept them.

"Using code names and aliases for internal communication? Isn't that tiring? Humph, this is not something she can do as a branch general manager. She must have a lot of helpers..." Cass said indignantly.

"We don't have the ability to tell who is involved and who is not - Ariana, is it possible to ask Boss Sun Yang to get involved and help out or something? Just send him a message. This matter might be beneficial to him, and if there is a benefit, he will definitely be willing to get involved, right?" Postman No. 6 turned to Ariana, who was only responsible for fighting throughout the whole process and usually stared at the sky in a daze.

"Transferring information, please wait."

“This kind of place is very robotic, you know?” the postman complained.

"Repeat: Do whatever you want, but don't leave anyone alive. Don't let anyone find out it was you who did it. Don't leave any witnesses."

"Is Boss Sun Yang not very good at intelligence gathering? I feel that only Team 404 is carrying out secret missions. Without them, the boss can only deliver firepower." Cass felt a little confused after listening to the retelling.

"I think they recruited me because they're not good at it. My combat ability is only 0.5 of Ariana's at best. But I think I'm much more smooth than the robot." The postman shrugged.

"Ah, are you sure you're smooth? I've never seen anyone drink beer with beer." Ariana couldn't help but say.

"That's a tactic. Do you understand tactics? It's a tactic to provoke people. But Cass, you've seen the current situation. Investigation is a difficult job, and we've already crushed the Van Graff family. The Crimson Caravan is not stupid. The lackeys they arranged here had already gone to report the news when we took action. So what do you say? Who to hit? How many to hit? How to hit? Just give me a number." The postman obviously didn't want to think about the twists and turns. She just wanted to fight.

"I want revenge, no matter what. I can go in through the main gate openly, blow up anything that blocks my way, and then kill this general manager. I'm also willing to sneakily poison her with a sniper rifle or a cup of poison! As long as I can kill her, it's fine! If NCR can't avenge me, then I will avenge my dead companions myself!" Cass patted the grenade launcher behind him.

"Okay! My broken hand and I will support you!" Whether it was a strange humor or a mockery, the postman's encouraging words successfully made Cass feel uncomfortable again.

"Wait a moment, the commander has a new transmission - Postman No. 6, I heard that you lost an arm? That won't do. How can you do your job for me without an arm? I have prepared several of the latest models of prosthetic limbs for you, as well as a lot of munitions. I am now packing the doctor and equipment and loading them onto the truck. Let's meet at this coordinate in two days." Aliana reported abruptly again.

Cass looked at the postman with a strange expression and said, "Is Sun Yang your biological father?"

"No, it's impossible. Well, probably, impossible? Should be? It shouldn't be, was I picked up? After all, my home is quite remote, but I don't look like a member of the Shi tribe. But I seem to have read a lot of Shi tribe comics and novels since I was a child. Could it be that I saved his life when I was a child, so he comes to repay me now? Wow, isn't the fate continued?" The postman had a lot of ideas.

"That's not true," Aliana immediately rejected the claim. "Please don't claim someone as your father for no reason. Everything I hear here can be transmitted to the commander."

"Am I scheduled to sleep with him? If so, please tell me in advance. I need a few minutes to prepare myself mentally."

"Is this your mental preparation to calm your excitement?" Cass touched his head, not knowing what to say.

"Do I still have to pretend to be shy? Please, I have been in the wasteland for a long time. I am no longer at the age to be shy. If you want to find a pure virgin, I suggest you start from childhood." The postman swung his broken arm, looking very cool.

"Well, the commander has made it clear that it's not necessary. You don't have to worry about this issue." Ariana wiped the sweat from her head, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Hmm? Am I not charming enough? Could it be that he is a parasexual..." The postman looked at his severed limb.

"Don't continue this conversation. How did you come up with the idea that the Commander is a crippled sex chain? I seriously doubt those implants have lowered your intelligence even further," Ariana said, having to directly insult the postman. "Our Commander is a complete mecha-sexual. He maintains physical relationships with several humanoids. As a human, don't let your imagination run wild."

"He likes robots and makes them look like humans. This guy... cough cough cough. I won't say anything else. If I say anything, it will be a curse." Postman No. 6's emotional intelligence was rarely online, and he covered his mouth.

183 Strength Correction Becomes Even Stronger!

Time passed quickly. Two days later, after receiving several injections of Injection X, the bleeding of the postman's severed limb had completely stopped and new skin had grown. The newly sent humanoid by Sun Yang had also driven to meet up with the postman team.

After walking for a few minutes along the cracked road into a nearby valley, the postman, with his sharp eyesight, spotted a truck parked inside. It was loaded with a large pile of miscellaneous equipment.

Aliana looked in the direction of the vehicle for a few seconds, then turned back and nodded to Postman No. 6.

"It's no use nodding, and I don't understand what you mean by nodding." The postman said sincerely.

"The doctor is here and is in the car. I've already informed him." Aliana pointed to the car.

"Well, the professor said that a very important human arm was broken, so he brought me out to perform surgery on her... You can just call me Bonnie." A short, timid figure climbed down from the car.

"A woman dressed like this, driving a truck in the Mojave?" The postman wondered if he was blind. "Little girl, short silver hair, and red eyes? This looks like some kind of disease? Oh wait, I forgot you're robots. I always forget this. So, Ariana, can you tell me where this dress came from?"

"You came around for so long just to ask about clothes? She usually wears this outfit. I also have a very light outfit, but it's too conspicuous in this place. Bonnie is not a combatant, she doesn't need to wear special combat uniforms and camouflage clothes." Ariana explained.

"That's great, that's great. I also want such beautiful clothes... A beautiful and well-fitting skirt is so precious." The postman gestured at his 1.9-meter tall figure for a long time.

"Um, who is the postman? Uh, this place is so desolate, it feels dangerous everywhere..." Bonnie was not familiar with the people in front of her. Even Ariana had only seen them in photos.

"Oh, it's me, it's me. You're a pretty girl." The postman stepped forward and shook her hand vigorously, leaving Bonnie stunned.

"You came here alone? Without combat personnel?" Ariana asked. Normally, the medical T-dolls should be equipped with armed forces.

"The professor moved a dozen drones for me. He said he didn't want to move too many people here." Bonnie answered honestly.

"Professor? You mean Boss Sun Yang? He's knowledgeable about science? And why can't too many people move in?" Postman No. 6 started gossiping again. After all, many postmen would click on every possible dialogue before advancing the plot.

"Professor is just a title, it doesn't matter. And Bonnie, what are you doing here?" Ariana immediately stopped the postman from asking questions.

"Oh yes. The professor said that if the postman asks you questions, you should just smile - hehe~" Bonnie showed a silly smile, and seeing this, the postman could only put away his curiosity.

Bonnie unloaded the items from the truck. She was incredibly strong, at least a bit stronger than the postman. The postman and Cas had no idea what this strange pile of stuff was. They just watched Bonnie tug at things here and there, and in a few minutes, a simple sterile shed was built in the small valley.

"So, Madam Postman, what kind of prosthetic arm do you want? We have many styles, all of which are guaranteed to be stronger and more durable than your original arm. Look, here we have KLR industrial-grade arms, and rune arms..."

"Can this thing be used by people?" Ariana stopped Bonnie, who was introducing the rune, and pointed at the rune arm. "Isn't this what we use?"

"Aren't they all made of iron?" The postman saw Ariana looking anxious. She poked the rune arm and felt no difference. She really didn't have the relevant knowledge and didn't see any difference between the arms.

"Actually, we've already tested it in America. It's OK and can be used. Strider said it was good when he saw it, and even said 'woooo ...

"Haven't your scientific researchers learned what confidentiality regulations are..." The postman felt that he could infer a lot of random things based on what Bonnie said.

"Bonnie, just give an honest introduction and don't go into the technical details. We're not worried about leaks, but it's too much trouble to explain to this postman..." Ariana said tiredly.

So Bonnie carefully introduced the advantages and disadvantages of the current robotic arms to the postman, as well as their advantages. After careful selection, the postman chose the Rune prosthetic arm.

"Although I don't understand why it can move without a mechanical structure, this thing must have the highest technological content. So I want the prosthetic limb with the highest content." Postman No. 6 relied on his intuition to choose the rune prosthetic limb.

Bonnie then recorded some data about the postman's arm, balance, weight, etc. She took out the rune prosthesis, made some minor modifications to it, and invited Postman No. 6 into the sterile booth.

"It's quite advanced, at least higher than the followers of Apocalypse..." The postman got into the truck to change his clothes, and after being disinfected, he went into the shed, while Bonnie entered the house with a bunch of tools.

"Local or general?" Bonnie asked.

"Local anesthesia. I've broken my arm before, so I'm not afraid of seeing blood." The postman was optimistic.

Bonnie began her work without hesitation. The postwoman watched as her arm lost consciousness. Then, amidst the cleaning and removal of a large number of tools, her arm revealed the bloody flesh and white bones inside...

"It's not a particularly good feeling." Yubu turned his head and went straight to sleep.

A few hours later, Bonnie completed the operation, and the postman had a brand new hand made of pure metal on his wrist.

"It feels so strong?" The postman shook her arm up and down. The rune limb did not cause the heart-wrenching pain she had expected. Instead, she felt a firm grip on her arm.

"That's necessary, because we..."

"Bonnie!" Ariana shouted again.

"Hey, hey, I'll keep quiet for the next few days. I'll wait nearby for you guys to finish your work, and then I'll inspect you. The professor said he has a very important task for you later, but he'll give it to you after you finish your work first."

"Oh? Can you tell me specifically what kind of work it is?" The postman instinctively began to ask questions.

"The professor said you need to go north and find a man named Joshua Graham. Hey, shouldn't I have said that?" Bonnie realized something was wrong after she finished speaking.

"Pack your things and stop talking. Postman, let's go." Ariana pulled the postman out of the sterile room and pushed her to find supplies.

"No, let me get used to this arm first..."

"Just get used to it on the way! Stop trying to get the girls to talk!" Ariana couldn't help but kick the postman in the butt.

184 Thinking and Revenge

No one knew what powerful and ruthless individual the Crimson Caravan Company had encountered. After all, in their attempt to monopolize the trade routes, they had offended countless people. It was normal for someone to pick on them.

If it weren't for the caravans under this company's name, which were responsible for supplying a considerable number of NCR troops, they might have been found by the Rangers.

In fact, NCR's aggressive expansion eastward was too rapid, and a large number of soldiers conscripted in the name of patriotism received only a few months of training before being sent to the front lines. The problem this brought was that the NCR military was unable to effectively supply the front lines.

Caesar's Legion, bandits, kidnappers—the NCR had too many enemies. And the NCR's hasty expansion of its front to the dam left its forces extremely sparse between the dam and the area under its control—the Mojave region. While this regime, with a population of only 700,000, was a behemoth, its conscripted forces, spread across the vast desert, seemed pitifully inadequate.

After a decision, NCR's top brass handed over some of the supply work to civilian caravans. Caravans of all sizes, receiving commissions from NCR, loaded supplies onto their own two-headed oxen, traversing the arduous and dangerous journeys to deliver them to the soldiers on the front lines, who would then receive bottle caps from the quartermasters.

Among them, arms dealers, the Van Graff family, and the Crimson Caravan Company all participated in the civilian supply work launched by NCR. In addition to the supply work on the surface, they also participated in illegal smuggling and human trafficking activities in private.

Among them, arms dealers may be better off. They just use the orders provided by NCR to do some arms smuggling and trading, without crossing the line too much.

But no matter what the reputation of these civilian caravans is or what they have done, they are all important supply caravans for NCR. If the branches of these forces in New Vegas are destroyed, the supply work on the NCR front will be even more difficult.

When Sun Yang learned that the Postman Team was going to do this, he also conducted some analysis and thinking based on his understanding of the game and the intelligence collected by the 404 Team.

After thinking for a long time, feeling that the soldiers would still suffer, Sun Yang tried to broaden his thinking a little. He considered why the supply to the front line was so difficult and why the soldiers were suffering so much.

The main reason is that the NCR top management's eastward movement was too radical and there was not even a complete plan.

They only planned how much land to annex, without considering the opinions of the people who had lived there for a long time. The locals of Liberty City and the NCR defectors were constantly clashing, and the people of the smaller settlements and towns also disliked the NCR's lack of patrols, poor governance, and heavy taxation.

They didn't even consider how deadly the battle between the rank and file soldiers and Caesar's legionaries was. They just thought, "We've done our best to send soldiers here, so why can't you win?" What the hell are you doing?

Therefore, the damage to NCR's supply lines is only a superficial problem. The culprits who caused this situation must be eliminated. Only by addressing the root cause can we solve the problem. Treating the symptoms without solving the root cause is just delaying the problem.

Besides, why would civilians be involved in the military's supply? Isn't that a joke? Sun Yang once again put aside his conscience. Should he let these villains go just to solve the supply problem? What a joke! I don't have that kind of conscience.

The lack of supplies is purely due to the sheer clumsiness of some of you NCR people. If you weren't so clumsy and pushed forward a little bit, wouldn't this be such a mess?

The command level of this NCR top brass is probably only at the level of someone who played a pirated Hearts of Iron for 20 hours. They probably can't even tell the supply lines apart.

As for the Legion, Sun Yang had no intention of sparing them. After Caesar's death, Caesar's Legion would immediately fall apart, perhaps splitting into several tribes and attacking each other, or even disbanding on the spot. But it was foreseeable that they would attack settlements and towns.

These soldiers who have undergone long and harsh training will immediately be transformed into a large number of well-trained bandits.

Even an NCR patrol might not be able to defeat a Caesar's Legion raiding party if they encountered one. And then the NCR would be fighting a guerrilla force of former Caesar's Legion soldiers everywhere, and that would be the end of them. Sun Yang had to get involved.

After much deliberation, Sun Yang decided to provide the postman with weapons and a brand new arm. Losing an arm or leg in battle was unavoidable, so he could just use the technology he had.

He couldn't dominate the world in the previous one because he couldn't fight against an army of millions. It was unrealistic and unreasonable. But here, Sun Yang could act according to his own will.

So he generously sent some high-tech equipment to the postman and Cass, asking them to compile a list of people who needed to be killed, finish the job quickly, and focus on the real work assigned by Sun Yang.

Postman No. 6 and Cass borrowed two stealth power suits and a sufficient supply of bombs. They activated their power suits under cover of night and carried the packages containing the bombs into the Red Caravan's headquarters.

The postman easily pried the door open and sneaked into the room with Cass. With plenty of time at night, using the night vision goggles on their stealth suits, they identified those involved in the caravan assassination and compiled a list.

Many of the people above were not in Mojave territory, but Cass believed that she would have to confront them sooner or later, so she was not in a hurry at this time.

The caravan members never dreamed that someone would come in wearing an invisibility cloak to cause trouble for them. This was just a company that wanted to swallow up other caravans and monopolize the market after the nuclear war, not some high-tech secret order.

When the postman and Cass came out of the house, closed the door again, and placed dozens of time bombs at the bottom of the house under the cover of night, the fate of the people working here was already determined.

When the sun rose again, an elderly woman came out of the dormitory and walked into the office to start her day's work. The general manager liked to get up early and come in for dinner and tea. Cass had heard of this habit when he came here a long time ago.

Cass, who was hiding nearby, walked in. She took out a dagger and stabbed the general manager in the back with her own hands. Then Cass also placed a time bomb in her back.

"This is for you." After muttering, Cass hurriedly left the room and ran far away.

She ran out of the headquarters of the Crimson Caravan in one go, and then continued to squeeze the triggering device in her hand.

The massive bomb shattered the building, throwing countless wood chips, paper and metal fragments into the sky. The shock wave even caused these debris to damage other houses nearby.

The house wasn't that strong; it was made of wood and couldn't withstand much of an explosion. Similarly, the people inside weren't that strong either.

The body of Alice McLafferty, her torn flesh and blood mixed with the exploding wood chips. In such a violent explosion, a simple puncture wound would be completely obscured.

People will remember for a long time the scene of the sudden explosion in the company's central room, which was the general manager's office.