I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Stop standing there like a fucking idiot and let yourself go! Fight me! Don't hold back!"

The postman's power suit is fully charged, so she won't take off her clothes for the sake of fairness and justice. She will keep herself in the best condition to fight, which is the greatest respect for her teammates.

"...As you wish! Postman!" Ulysses let out a more emotional roar for the first time.

Twisted hair and a long trench coat flew out from behind the cover, and Ulysses' sharp eyes looked directly at the postman.

If one day you lower my flag, it will either cover your own body or destroy my country.

On this stage where the old world triggers doomsday, the two postmen walk to their respective positions.

223 Postman's Battle

The postman seemed to hear a lot of strange noises, like the "pop" sound of something being injected into the flesh. Across from her, Ulysses, with an impassive face, had his exposed muscles tensed and his blood vessels bursting.

Ulysses was a legendary scout who had fought with the Legion for decades, went to the Mojave to search for intelligence, and finally visited the Great Mountains. He actually had a lot of technology from the pre-war world.

Not only did he have implants sold by the followers of Apocalypse, but he also had visits to a lost bunker and a hidden high-tech force. Over the years, he had been fitted with a bunch of random stuff all over his body.

When these things are combined, only someone like Ulysses, with a strong enough spirit and body and amazing talent, can control the effects and side effects.

Ulysses injected all of these into his body: Violent God Oil, Strengthening Spirit, Injection X, Supercharger, and Jet. A frenzied force assaulted his brain.

The Berserk Oil and Injection X greatly alleviated his discomfort with the medicines. The Strengthening Spirit temporarily enhanced Ulysses' already strong physical performance. A dose of Supercharger and Jet pushed his movements to the limit.

From the postman's perspective, Ulysses' body suddenly paused, then suddenly accelerated. The slender figure rushed down the platform in less than a second.

The postman's submachine gun opened fire. Her reflexes would have been enough to defeat any enemy in the wasteland. She was a sharpshooter who could take down four people in a split second.

But this time she was obviously too confident and misjudged her opponent's strength.

Ulysses could clearly see the muzzle of the postman's gun shake and the moment his finger tightened as he pulled the trigger in his accelerated nerves. He adjusted his breathing, muscles, and balance, just like he had done many times before.

Endless bullets were fired from the postman's gun. Ulysses tried his best to lower his body, and the bullets flew past his clothes and muscles.

He had a 12.7mm submachine gun hidden in his arms. At this moment, he was holding the gun with one hand and pulling the trigger at the postman.

The postman never expected that the other party could dodge her shooting at such a close distance.

Bullets of different calibers were flying in the air. Ulysses was finally hit by several bullets that were difficult to avoid, and the submachine gun in the postman's hand was also hit by the opponent's large-caliber hollow-point bullet and was directly broken.

"Cough!" Ulysses' clothes contained technology provided by the mountains, and also had subcutaneous armor as a cushion. The bullets that hit his chest did not take his life, but only made him a little breathless.

The moment the postman's gun was shot down, her left hand made a strange movement, which was very similar to that of Bob Munden, who was known as the best sharpshooter in the United States hundreds of years ago.

Even with Ulysses's accelerated nervous system, her movements were absurdly fast. Her left hand pulled a large-caliber revolver from her pocket, pointed the muzzle at Ulysses, and the postman's all-metal right hand slammed down on the hammer.

The speed was so fast that Ulysses had no time to turn the gun and pull the gun line towards her left hand. Almost instantly, two large-caliber pistol bullets flew out from the spinning gun.

The first bullet struck him in the abdomen, piercing his soft bulletproof clothing and embedding itself into his subcutaneous armor. The second bullet struck him in the chest, fracturing one of his ribs with the direct shockwave.

But none of this mattered to Ulysses, who was already injecting painkillers. He dodged into the corridor below the platform. When the postman looked, she couldn't see a single figure. She searched for less than half a second before suddenly raising her head and retreating. The air rippled slightly as a burst of bullets erupted, striking the postman's sturdy helmet and clothing. However, it was clear that Ulysses's weapon couldn't penetrate the postman's helmet.

Ulysses used the Invisibility Boy on his body to make himself optically invisible. The Postman's power suit was a castrated version for humans, without jet maneuvers or cloaking capabilities, only the ability to strengthen muscle bundles.

Another barrage of bullets erupted from below. The Postman unceremoniously launched several EMP grenades. The military equipment here was all EMP-proof, but Ulysses' implants lacked the same protection.

Bang! An invisible electromagnetic pulse spread below. The moment Ulysses was struck, many of his implants were paralyzed.

"Ah!!" Ulysses groaned as his invisibility was blown out. The implant was paralyzed due to overload, and the feedback of severe pain tortured Ulysses' nerves.

However, he relied on his strong willpower to endure the pain and continued to fight with the postman.

He fired back several EMP grenades and then rushed towards the nearby stairs. However, the Postman's implants, metal arms and power suit were supported by Griffin Oasis's technical department.

If there's one thing the Griffin dolls fear most, it's definitely EMP attacks. Everything they make is certified by authorities. While the quality might be a little off, or the effects might not be fantastic, their EMP protection is guaranteed to be flawless.

The postman, who was hit by several electromagnetic pulses but was not hurt, went around it, but Ulysses threw a flash bomb upwards again, which made the postman's head buzz and he could not see anything for a short time.

Flashbangs can't distinguish between friend and foe. Ulysses forced himself to endure the tinnitus, dizziness, and headache, and relied on his memory to rush onto the platform. He pulled out the melee weapon he carried with him and launched an attack into the darkness.

The postman immediately realized this and fired all the bullets in her revolver at the possible positions. Then she pulled out a sawed-off shotgun from her inner pocket. However, Ulysses swung the weapon and knocked it away accurately.

The buzzing sound of the flashbang still affected both sides' senses. But Ulysses, more experienced in close combat, relied on his experience to imagine the opponent's movements and intentions. Even though he could not hear or see the enemy clearly, he could persist in fighting even in the unspeakable pain.

Ulysses brandished the weapon in his hand. From his previous observations, he had memorized the postman's height and figure—no, before that, long before, his eyes had been following the postman.

Delightful. Ulysses used all his strength to beat the postman with his weapon. But the postman was much stronger than he had imagined, and a single swing of his weapon would usually break the man's arm.

But he was already dodging the postman's punches and kicks while punching her in the stomach, arms and thighs several times, but the postman showed no sign of falling down.

After more than twenty furious attacks, even Ulysses felt exhausted. He had fought purely on his physical strength, powered by implants and drugs. From the beginning until now, he had been dodging and attacking non-stop without stopping to rest. Such a long battle was extremely draining. He needed to regroup.

Just as Ulysses took a step back, he immediately felt a tingling sense of crisis on his face, and the next moment, a heavy fist hit him in the face.

"Hey, I can finally see clearly," the postman whispered. Thanks to the protection of her helmet's lenses, she recovered much faster than Ulysses. And now, at last, her eyes could see clearly, and her ears were no longer deaf.

So a swift and effective straight punch hit Ulysses' face. This blow was full of the Postman's own strength and the power enhanced by the power suit. It directly knocked out several of Ulysses' teeth and broke his cheekbone.

If Ulysses had not stepped back, he might have been killed by this punch.

Ulysses was knocked back several steps, but he immediately and bravely charged the postman again. His experience in the legion had a profound influence on him, and he understood courage and combat better than most.

But it was clear that there would be no next time. The Postman withstood Ulysses's powerful thrust, clenched his right metal fist, and slammed it fiercely into Ulysses' chest.

"Boom!"

Ulysses' chest caved in, his lungs punctured by broken ribs, his heart squeezed. He let go of the weapon and slowly fell backward, feeling his center of gravity drop to the ground.

He felt no pain, but the gradual drain of strength from his body, the loss of freedom in his limbs, told him the harsh truth. He was nearing the end of his life. If this was the end.

"Ah...ha...did I die after fighting you? Well, not bad... not bad..." Ulysses smiled slightly before his consciousness became completely blurred.

Perhaps this is a kind of relief for him.

"Huh?! Boss! Boss! Help! I, I was beaten to death! Help!" The postman looked at her iron fist and Ulysses lying on the ground. She helped Ulysses up and quickly called out to Sun Yang, "I was so angry! I just wanted to punch him a few times to vent my anger! I, I didn't mean to kill him! Boss! Boss!!!"

"Damn it, stop arguing. Well, I know what's going on, well... first of all, this..." Sun Yang walked over cursing. He grabbed a handful of gold powder and sprinkled it on Ulysses. The gold powder quickly repaired the damaged implants outside and inside Ulysses.

Sun Yang then took out the Holy Bell and gave Ulysses several sips of milk. Ulysses felt as if he had been suddenly pulled back from the brink of death. Then, accompanied by strange lights and sounds, his physical condition gradually improved. In the end, he felt no pain at all and felt incredibly strong.

"Huh? How is that possible? Even in a medical pod, it would take at least several weeks to heal these injuries." Ulysses got up from the floor, looked at his hands, and touched his chest. The postman's punch had just broken his ribs.

"Don't worry, there won't be any sequelae," Sun Yang said calmly, "Just take care of your own affairs. We'll get ready to do something big."

"What's the big deal?" Ulysses looked at the postman, then at Joshua, who looked unhappy behind him. He thought he would have to fight two rounds today. "What are you going to do?"

"Things are about to change in Mojave, Ulysses. The Legion will be defeated, and the people in high positions in NCR will change. Not even a trace of House and his mechanical army will be left. After you finish fighting, come and listen to my plan." Sun Yang showed an evil smile.

224 Special Plan

"You destroyed House's mechanical army, defeated Caesar's Legion, and now you want to prune NCR? How can you do that? It's not enough to collect all the nuclear warheads. And that thing will fall apart after two or three more uses at most." Ulysses pointed to the launch pad behind him.

After Sun Yang briefly introduced his plan to Ulysses, he couldn't help scratching his ears. He was just working according to the existing conditions. How could you directly build a plan in the air? Where did you get so many people?

"Ulysses, listen to what the person says before you question him." The postman sat there arrogantly, pretending to be a big boss.

The postman's words had a lasting effect on Ulysses, who immediately shut up. Joshua and Cas, on the other side, also listened quietly.

The communication between Joshua and Ulysses was not that complicated, and there was no physical conflict. The grudge between them had long been resolved through tit-for-tat.

Unlike the postman, who happened to be passing by and caused the Great Divide explosion, Joshua was a serious person who had done a lot of bad things. The two sides exchanged opinions quickly and there was basically no conflict.

"First of all, this is a platinum chip. With this thing, after I kill House, I can control his robot army, and with the robot army, I can maintain basic order in Mojave. Is this okay?"

"Lucky 38 Casino is not that easy to enter. But with the skills of the five of us, it should be quite easy to get in and out. What did you detect with that platinum chip?" Ulysses naturally regarded himself as a member of the postman team.

"To put it simply, it's a certification process, software upgrade and software awakening. Benny, the man who blew up the postman's head, he and another follower of Apocalypse built a machine to replace House, and this legacy was recovered by me. Leave the related awakening work to me, and you don't need to participate." Sun Yang is the kind of person who tries not to leave people with room for speculation, and he tried to answer all the questions he could.

"Then what should we do? Just stand here and watch?" Joshua couldn't help but ask.

"No, no, no, I need you to make a list for me. A hunting list. You all already know that what I want to do is to take drastic measures against NCR. Some people will have their heads chopped off, and some people will be supported to take the position. You are all influential figures in the wasteland. My people are conducting infiltration work in the west, but I still need you old hands to provide intelligence support." Sun Yang said.

"Fuck you, why are you sounding more and more like the real Enclave?" The postman felt something was wrong the more he listened.

"If you really understand the Enclave, you should know that these guys want to kill everyone on the entire North American continent. This is because the genes of everyone here have been infected by radiation and trace amounts of FEV in the air, causing them to mutate." Sun Yang gave the postman a spoiler without hesitation.

"Ah? This is their idea? I've never heard of it." The postman scratched his head.

"It's been almost 40 years since the Chosen One was active. They certainly won't tell you the real situation. Even the Enclave's grassroots officers and soldiers are not aware of this news." Sun Yang calculated the timeline. At least he had some information.

It seems the protagonist of the second generation is active in 2? That's exactly 2242 years.

"Wait, why do you know so much? Hey boss, you can't be, you can't really be the remnants of the Enclave, right? You want to turn over a new leaf?" The postman said with some annoyance.

"I think the Enclave doesn't have such sophisticated robotic technology at all. After all, I'm from another world, I'm a person from another world, I'm an alien, I won't die. Are you satisfied? Can I continue?" Sun Yang said speechlessly.

"Please continue, please continue." The postman sat back awkwardly.

"Ahem, anyway, I need a hit list. My goal is simple: chop off all those monopolists and redistribute resources to the working people. In other words, fight the local tyrants and divide up the land. Don't worry about the source of this tactic, just use it if it works. Here's my proposal, make your own list and decide who to promote to power."

Sun Yang spread out these things, and the postman team was confused.

"You mean, we decide now who will be allowed to live, and then push him into office to implement the policies we like? Do we have the knowledge and vision to do this?" asked the postman.

"I have the knowledge I need. And enough vision," Joshua said, pointing to Ulysses and the postman.

"So it really exists." The Postman tactical retreat.

"It's a feasible idea. How many people do you have who can carry out such a large-scale assassination? You have to kill hundreds of high-ranking officials and no less than three hundred heavily armored troops at one time." Ulysses still asked coldly. He didn't think it was against human ethics.

"There are dozens of people like me," Ariana said. "You know how good I am. I haven't shown my true abilities yet."

"Then I do know that it would take at least twenty elite NCR Rangers to deal with you. Well, the Great Mountains' teleportation technology, the elite robots' ability to decapitate high-ranking NCR officials, while House's combat power is controlled. In the chaos, the Postal Squad turns the tide, intervening in internal affairs at the height of their fame... Good planning, Sun Yang." Ulysses nodded.

"Finally, I will provide pre-war agricultural technology to the followers of Apocalypse, and then they will teach these technologies to local farmers. I will try my best to put the weather operating system online... Don't expect too much from this. NCR is about to suffer from famine, and I have to do something." Sun Yang said.

"If you really do it, you will be doing something almost like God," Joshua said.

"Okay, stop the flattery. Everyone, let's get started. We don't have that much time - from what I hear, the second decisive battle between NCR and the Legion isn't far off. At the latest, it'll be February of 2282."

"Why are you so sure?" asked the postman.

"Because according to the information received by the 404th Squad, President Kimball will arrive at the front in early February to boost morale. He never considered the impact his death would have on the front lines. My plan remains unchanged, starting with Kimball's death."

"Do we have to kill him? After all, he and Oliver are both NCR's combat heroes..." The postman still frowned.

"If you have a better solution, you can propose it. If not, then we will carry out the plan. Kimball allowed the Two-Headed Bull Tycoon to do whatever he wanted. I don't see any reason to let him survive." Sun Yang shook his head and rejected it.

"Then kill him." The postman suddenly became heartless when he thought of the taxes he paid.

So, in the next month, the postman team first arrived at the top-floor room of the Great Mountains through the teleportation device, where they whispered and analyzed the information based on everyone's experience and the intelligence collected by the 404 team.

Among those present were Joshua Graham, the former Legion envoy, who analyzed the problem from the enemy's perspective; Ulysses thought about the problem from the perspective of the overall situation and the direction of future development; the Postman, as a super-sophisticated social expert and a veteran of NCR and Mojave for many years, knew many unusual details; and Cass, as a member of the grassroots caravan, came into contact with people of all sizes and knew their true faces when facing him.

And Aliana is responsible for recording.

Sun Yang stayed at the Great Divide. He brought out the engineering dolls to perform maintenance work on the missile base there. Thanks to the advanced and efficient efficiency of the dolls and drones, the outer and internal structures of this temple known as the Temple of Ulysses were repaired at an extremely fast speed.

The cold Mojave Desert showed no signs of warming up. As the intensive action plan was being arranged, time slowly passed to February 2282.

225 First Step

California, part of the New California Republic. Remaining invisible, the 404th trekked to the hilltops near a large rancher.

416 took out a large signal locator from behind, dug a hole in the ground, inserted the beacon into the soil, and covered it with a layer of soil.

"This is the last one. Commander, do you have any other arrangements?" 416 asked UMP45 who was listening to the local news.

"No, he told us to get ready, the operation is about to begin." 45 said, she was listening to the news on the NCR official radio station.

Recently, our great President Kimball flew over the Mojave Mountains in a Vertibird helicopter, preparing to reach the Hoover Dam. The Battle of Hoover Dam is our—

"Kimball approaching Hoover Dam. M14?" 45 switched channels.

"I've been squatting here for almost a month. Don't worry, no matter where he flies from, I can kill him with one shot."

Far east of the NCR mainland, near Hoover Dam in the Grand Canyon, a cloaked M14 crouched on a hilltop. In one hand, she held a magnetic rifle, the other a conventional M14. She had two weapons ready, so she could continue the plan with a backup in case the primary weapon malfunctioned.

Ding ding. A new team has joined the channel.

"Palette Team is on standby. We've all arrived at our designated location." Makarov's voice came over the channel. Their squad was small, so they were going to deal with those NCR troops identified as "needed to be eliminated" by the Mailman Team.

The majority of these were personnel rotating to New Vegas. These individuals had been paid tribute by the Two-Headed Bull Tycoons, and were more willing to follow their orders than official NCR orders. They must all be eliminated.

Of course, they don’t have to worry about what happens in the Free City, as it has already been taken care of by Sun Yang.

[Thomson's team is in place. We have surrounded all the Legion garrisons in Mojave.]