I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Oh~ Good morning, ma'am. Nice to meet you," the handyman's visual sensor turned around. "Do you have an appointment with my host?"

"No, no, I just want to ask, where have all the people here gone? Why is there no one here? Do you have a name? You look like you haven't been taken care of in a long time." It was the first time the postman communicated with the dexterous robot, and it felt quite strange.

"You can call me: Gazha. Oh, lady, are you from outside? No one has been here for a long, long time, decades. But I know there is a shelter No. 111 nearby. My master, mistress, and young master should be taking refuge there. Well, now, can I meet their descendants?"

"Shelter 111? Can't you go in?" The postman tried to find any useful information for himself.

"Ma'am, I don't have the ability to unlock Shelter 111, nor can I access the functions inside. When the nuclear bomb exploded 210 years ago, my master did not take me with him, and I was paralyzed for a long time due to electromagnetic interference. I have no complaints about this. Their successful escape is the best result." Gagua nodded his big head.

"This is what a robot should look like." The postman thought about the messy expensive robots he had encountered before, as well as those humanoids with strange ideas and no one knew what was going on in their heads.

Especially that M4, whoever made her must be a mad scientist. I hope there aren't any such anthropomorphic robots in Boston.

"I'm not sure...what do you call ma'am?"

"Call me Postman Number Six. Corell Serks!" the Postman said proudly. Although she was wearing a closed helmet, Gazha couldn't see her expression at all.

"So, Miss Six, how did you end up in this area? Did you just wander over here?"

"No, that's not the case. I'm currently working for someone and have to go into Shelter 111 to look for some random things," said the postman.

"Oh? In other words, you have the ability to open Shelter No. 111?" Gazha's voice module was a little excited.

"Probably. Why, you want to go in together? I've seen many thug robots, but their strength is not good enough." The postman looked up and down at the machine in front of him.

"Oh~ Don't say that, dear Ms. No. 6. If there are descendants of my master in the underground shelter, then their descendants should know me. On this point, I can save you some time." Gazha explained and analyzed.

"Okay, I hope you can watch my back for me. I don't want to go in and use force..." The postman agreed to Gazha's request.

Led by the handyman, the postman continued along the road, up the hillside, and finally arrived at a platform that looked like a helipad.

There were overturned boxes, rusted vehicles, and neglected skeletons everywhere.

The postman even found some anti-radiation drugs, anti-radiation drugs, grenades, and bullets, but she had no use for them, so she put them in a box and threw them into a crane.

In the center of the platform is a huge gear-shaped, closed platform.

"It's actually a vertical elevator shaft? If it breaks, can the people inside really get out? But as a facility that can withstand a nuclear bomb, this protection is probably sufficient..."

The Postman raised his hand and opened the window on his power suit. "There's a lot of random signals, just like on the West Coast. But nothing from down there. I'm hoping there's an operating system still functioning nearby. Gaza, didn't you say before that no one has been here for decades? Does that mean someone has been here before?"

"Yes, ma'am. The time is... strange, I don't have detailed records of this? Maybe my storage is insufficient and I have optimized the space. It shouldn't be a big deal. It may just be a resident passing by nearby." Gazha said after searching.

"There aren't any passing residents here. But you said decades ago? That person would have been too old to move. Probably just passing through." The postman scanned the area with her helmet and quickly found a functioning terminal. She walked into the room containing the terminal. Inside was a locked button and a Robocode data terminal in a locked state.

"Look, ma'am, this is the terminal. I've thought about it a lot, but there's no way to unlock the terminal. I can't bypass my security protocols to understand these things." Gazha said a lot about his own underlying protocols.

"Let me see." The postman stretched out his arm, and the powerful decoder installed on the Oasis humanoid's power suit started to work quickly.

"Why are there so many records of remote unlocking and sealing? Vault unlocking procedures, defrosting procedures? Garclaw, can I see your records?"

"But you are not a maintenance technician from General Atomics, nor my master..." Gazha was quite resistant.

"This is important for rescuing your master, or his descendants. Your records may have been tampered with." The postman used his eloquence.

"Well... okay, if it's for them. Please check." Gazha agreed after hesitating for a moment.

The Postman also scanned the Gaza. The records before 2077 were very detailed, but the logs after that were rather dull. However, the Postman did find a report of a modification to the log at some point in the intervening period.

"A certain record was modified in 2227. The other party's modification method is very sophisticated. There is no way to retrieve the historical records and the specific time? Almost everything was wiped out? There are also technological organizations that survived the pre-war period in Boston, DC. But why come to Shelter 111?" The postman stopped the retrieval operation.

"Have you found anything, ma'am? What happened in 2227?" asked Gazha.

"I can only confirm that their method of erasing records is quite sophisticated. I'm unsure what's going on inside this shelter, so let's prepare to charge in." The Postman's power suit forcibly cracked the normally locked terminal and modified the underlying permissions to prohibit authorized remote access. She then unlocked the shelter's elevator.

But just after she banned remote access, a strange sound suddenly emanated from the surrounding space. The postman looked outside and saw bursts of blue light bursting out of the space. Then, a dozen white robots, holding red and white weapons, walked out.

Some of the robots only had their limbs intact, with their heads and torsos exposed. They looked incredibly fragile.

The other group was covered in grayish-yellow metal plates, wearing white full-body protective gear, and a crude facial mold for their heads. These robots had identical, stiff faces, making them look more like plastic models.

"Target detected, attack launched." "Sight normal." "Entering combat status." The robots each made a mechanical reporting sound, raised their weapons, and quickly approached.

Sure enough, Boston wasn't as simple as it seemed! The postman felt the implants in her body and the power brought by the power suit. She pulled out her submachine gun and laser gun and dragged Gardall into the room: "Gardall! Hide!"

"Madam?!" Gazha was dragged inside by the postman's powerful strength.

"You're here with bad intentions!" The postman didn't think these murderous robots with guns in hand were here to negotiate. She rushed out at whirlwind speed, firing repeatedly at the robots that hadn't yet deployed.

The extremely high-rate-of-fire IMR submachine guns and laser rifles instantly mowed down most of the robots. Their protective gear couldn't even deflect the lasers in the Postman's hands.

In just a few seconds, these defective robots were covered with bullet holes and marks of high temperature cutting.

"Attacking the enemy." "The body is damaged and needs to be recovered." "Assessing the battle situation." These robots with lower AI levels each issued another round of instructions.

The surviving robots stiffly held their laser guns and fired at the postman, but the combat capabilities of these robots were far inferior to those of the postman who had experienced countless battles.

She grabbed the nearest piece of robot debris and quickly approached the enemy while emptying the bullets from her submachine gun.

The laser weapons in the hands of these gray-white robots were greatly reduced in power due to the protection of a robot and protective gear. The postman wiped out these attacking machines in less than half a minute.

"Tsk, so weak... But I guess the offensive isn't over yet?" The Postman finished off all the robots and reloaded her submachine gun. She sheathed her own laser rifle, picked up the red and white laser rifle on the ground, and fired two rounds at the wreckage—the effect was only to melt the armor, not to shatter the bionic structure within.

Several blue lights appeared around them again. A group of fully armed robots, with a bald man in a black leather coat standing in the middle, appeared.

But before these attacking troops could gain a foothold, the Postman fired at them. Because the Oasis T-dolls often encountered units with very strong armor, the armor-piercing capabilities of the subsequent improved IMR weapons were very good.

These printed bullets all possessed excellent armor-piercing capabilities. The bullets fired from the IMR submachine gun effortlessly pierced through the fragile bodies and armor of these robots.

268 As the saying goes, a max level character fights the main quest elite monster

The robots piled up in front of them were mowed down like wheat. The bald man in the black leather coat seized the opportunity to grab two mass-produced robots and stack them together to shield himself from the bullets, then activated his cloaking device.

He quickly moved in another direction, pulling out the laser gun he carried with him and firing at the postman as he moved.

The Postman immediately charged her power suit, increasing her burst speed even further. Logically, the stealth technology used by the West Coast and East Coast was roughly the same, both employing optical invisibility. This kind of invisibility wouldn't have been able to escape the Postman's sight.

She adjusted her helmet's optics, moving parallel to a group of high-temperature units that were constantly running. As she charged, she fired precise bursts of fire with her submachine gun and laser rifle.

The man in the black leather coat was incredibly accurate. His laser gun fired blue lasers, and every shot hit the target. However, it only left a few black marks on the postman's helmet, and some of the light was even directly reflected.

This was a world where laser guns were everywhere. Even though Saturn Alloy could store heat and withstand heat, it couldn't be defeated by a pistol-sized laser gun. Furthermore, the power suit she was wearing had been treated with laser resistance using humanoid technology.

Although there were various obstacles between the two sides, the postman still fired enough ammunition during the sprint, and the bullets bit tightly around the opponent's body. However, there were too many obstacles, causing these bullets to only hit the metal garbage.

These deadly bullets failed to catch up with the man in the black coat, and his heat source suddenly disappeared after the postman rushed through a pile of rubble.

The postman looked around quickly, and then he heard a tinkling sound coming from his chest.

Several metal needles struck her chest and helmet, their tips corroding the ground as they landed, making a hissing sound. Perhaps it was some chemical mixture that could corrode the protective gear. But the power suit was as reliable as ever, and the needles only left a shallow mark.

The postman immediately pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunfire. The heat vanished again. He took the opportunity to quickly roll into a nearby empty carriage and gather his thoughts.

No, no, how could this guy disappear so quickly? It must be teleportation technology, right? But teleporting in the mountains still requires a locator beacon...

Wait, is it possible the teleportation beacon is built into his head? That guy in the black coat looks human, but maybe he's similar to those humanoids, or even closer to humanoids? He probably has a small teleportation chip in his head or somewhere.

The knowledgeable postman continued to speculate. She called out the window on her wrist, and then saw a signal point moving stealthily around in the visual window.

This guy didn't even bother to hide his signal, but that wasn't surprising. In a place where the Pip-Boys were the only signal receivers, there was no need to go out of his way to disguise himself. It was truly unnecessary.

The courier marked the signal point and added it to the heads-up display inside her helmet. She knew the stalker was approaching from nearby. The courier deliberately rolled into another wreckage, pretending to cautiously peek out.

Sure enough, the signal was approaching the postman. He could even hear the muffled sound of his footsteps mixed with the wind. He waited a moment, then, when he was close to the carriage, he aimed at the thin metal sheet and pulled the trigger.

The lasers and metal bullets tore through the iron carriage and severely wounded the man in the black coat who was about to approach from behind. His chest and abdomen were riddled with bullet holes, and the remaining part was burned by a large hole in the laser.

"Ah!!" The man in black broke out of invisibility and tried to pull the trigger with his last bit of strength, but the blue laser just reflected on the postman's helmet and went to other places.

Could it possibly attack? It wasn't human, but its anatomy was remarkably similar. The postman skillfully fired at the man in black's chest and abdomen, riddling his chest with bullets. The man in black was completely out of breath.

Wait, why are there so many signals around here? Could these birds also be equipped with signals? The postman scanned the area again, revealing several new, unidentified signal sources. She looked closely and saw several unfamiliar birds perched on dry branches.

The postman scratched her head. She instinctively sensed something unusual: the enemy was hiding in the shadows, employing powerful biological camouflage. Although she was accustomed to this after witnessing the miraculous techniques of the Great Mountains, she was still unfamiliar with the area. This was an entire organization's target.

Damn boss, why did you assign me such a big task right at the start? I was saying that the place I was assigned to was the most boring, but isn't this too interesting?

But is that all? Are there no stronger or more robots being sent over?

The postman fired several bullets into the man's head, blowing it up and preventing him from resurrecting. Then, the postman saw some metal fragments in the brain matter. They might be some kind of component placed in the brain.

The postman felt a little regretful that she had blown the man's head off so hastily, even though she had no idea there were such messy things inside.

The postman chose a place with a good view and waited for the possible second wave of raids, then compiled what he saw into a file and sent it to M4.

Two seconds later, M4 sent a reply.

You may have been attacked by the local high-tech academy. Retrieving information from Yang: You encountered the academy's first-generation and second-generation synths, as well as hunters. Yang knows that the hunters are the most powerful teleportation strike force. Yang believes these synths may be preventing others from entering Vault 111. There must be something important inside.

"Oh? I love treasure hunting? So you don't have any support? I'm going to face such a terrifying force alone? I could defeat at least a hundred of these... synths, but I might not have enough stamina." The postman poked the window and typed.

"Don't worry, my mission is progressing quickly. We'll be near Sanctuary Villa in an hour," M4 said.

An hour...never mind. If she says it'll take an hour, then it will definitely take an hour. Don't compare yourself to a humanoid.

After confirming that the synths from the academy weren't coming, the postman sauntered over to the room where Gardaw was hiding. Upon hearing footsteps, Mr. Handy used his vision sensors to peek outside and confirmed it was the postman wearing a black helmet, stylish armored pants, and a coat.

"Oh, my God. You, you are so strong! There are so many crazy machines, but you are not hurt at all!" Gazha expressed his feelings using Mr. Skillful Hands' not very complicated voice module.

"If you had controlled the future of two countries with hundreds of thousands of people and dozens of independent factions, and fought Iron Guards and Deathclaws every week, you would become this powerful." The postman sighed.

Compared to those red-skinned zombies carrying red rocket launchers, laser machine guns, anti-material weapons, and those who can eat invisible boys, the firepower of these robots is really not enough.

"Okay, let's go." The postman quickly pressed the big red button next to the platform. After waiting for two or three minutes, the number 111 in the center of the platform shrank back to the sides, and a dirty circular well ladder emerged from it.

269 ​​Shelter

"Oh my God, look here..." The postman and Gazha went down the vertical ladder. In front of her was the gate of the shelter built deep in the mountains.

She fumbled in her backpack for a long time and found the Pip-Boy that she hadn't used in a long time. She plugged the cable into the shelter door activation device outside the door and pressed the button that popped out next to it.

Accompanied by a soft announcement from the shelter's voicemail, the second shelter door opened. Behind the door, no fully-armed personnel issued a warning. Only a few large cockroaches crawled around inside. They were lying on a corpse lying in front of the shelter door.

"Where's the person? Hello?" The postman casually killed the large cockroaches and stepped into the shelter. The corpse was wearing a white coat and looked like it had been dead for a long time.

"Ma'am, I don't see anyone. Just some pests that need to be cleaned up." Garzha's 360-degree sensors scanned the surroundings. "This isn't right. A shelter shouldn't be like this when it's short on supplies."

"Come on, none of the shelters I've seen are normal. This place is so clean that it scares me. There are no zombies, no mutated plants, no gang of fugitives and fire-breathing lizards. There are only a pile of corpses that look like they died from cannibalism? Weird, really weird." The postman opened the closed doors from the inside one by one, and then she saw a place that looked like the supervisor's office.

On the table was a 10mm pistol, a box of ammunition, three stimulants, and a terminal on standby. Behind the table was a skeleton lying on the ground.

In an open armory next door, another 10mm pistol and several boxes of ammunition could be seen, and on the wall hung lockers that were about to be covered with frost.

This locker is transparent, and you can see a large prototype-like object inside.

"Oh my God, what an interesting piece of equipment is this?" The postman knocked on the glass and came back to open the cabinet after he finished his work.

"Ma'am, where should we go next?" Gazha urged as he used a circular saw to kill the cockroach that popped out of the corner.

"Don't worry, I have to find out what's here. Finally there's a functioning computer. Let me take a look." The postman kicked the skeleton lying under the table aside and started the dormant terminal.

"Hmm... so this prototype is a freezing gun? But is this thing really useful when hitting people? Even spraying liquid nitrogen won't work. It doesn't seem as convenient as a small pistol. But why would a shelter have such a weird thing?" The postman read the document.

"So that's how it is. Shelter No. 111 is conducting an experiment in long-term artificial hibernation. The staff here are here for short-term missions and to carry out preliminary monitoring operations...but the nuclear war has prevented these people from leaving. The shelter company also remotely locked these doors. No wonder there are only corpses left here." The postman nodded.

"Hibernation experiment? Impossible. My master did not sign up for such a dangerous experiment." Gazhua was very anxious.

"Once you enter the hibernation capsule, you have no say. You, a machine designed before the war, have never suspected that the Sanctuary Corporation is doing something tricky? Come on, Sanctuary Technology has always been like this. I have never seen anyone reliable." The postman shrugged.

"Hu...Okay, I'll be mentally prepared. No matter what, at least let me see my master for the last time." Gazhua waved his three metal arms.

"Then follow me." The postman quickly scanned the information and continued along the shelter's narrow corridor. Unlike those designed for long-term survival, this shelter, as a place for long-term freezing experiments, did not have much self-circulating space.

Even if there were rest areas, they were merely places for short-term workers to take turns resting. There weren't many supplies, and there weren't many places to rest either.

At least the postman didn't see any food or drinks, but the water supply was not cut off, which was quite magical.

After breaking through several doors and killing several large cockroaches along the way, the postman finally reached the deepest part of the shelter, where several freezing chambers emitting white mist stood.

These freezers were still functioning effectively, but the situation with the people inside was uncertain. Gazhua flew to the front of each freezer and peered inside.

"Cabin C6 is the master, C7 is the mistress, but the young master is not here. Something's wrong, ma'am? Something's not right with the ma'am. Madam Six, there should be a control terminal nearby. Please open it."

"No need to rush, I found it. Um... C6, C7. Knight, Nora? Normal and unknown? What's going on? I want the hatch to open." The postman operated the terminal and opened the C6 and C7 cabins.

A cloud of smoke billowed in the air. A violent cough erupted from cabin C6. Before the hatch could fully open, a trembling man crawled out. He didn't even notice Mr. Handy nearby, and rushed directly into the cabin across the way.

"Nora! Cough cough! Wake up! Nora! No, don't do this...why..."

"Damn Vault-Tec...why would they do such a thing..."

Gazha seemed to want to say something, but he still hid aside obediently, waiting for his master to calm down a little.

The postman looked over and saw a middle-aged man with short black hair. He had dignified features, was about 111 meters tall, had a well-proportioned figure, and was wearing a uniform from Shelter . This was the perfect image of a good citizen perfect for the newspaper.