I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

After they entered, they witnessed the horrific scene after the battle, with all kinds of melted and charred limbs, as well as equipment that was shot through and supplies scattered on the ground.

One of them, a disheveled man wearing a wig and sunglasses, silently paced back and forth among the dead, finally stopping in front of a pile of battered flesh.

His eyes rested on the pistol in the corpse's hand. The pistol was not uncommon, but there were two conspicuous scratches on it, which helped him identify the person in front of him.

"Desdemona..." the man muttered to himself, clenching his hands tightly and then loosening them again, repeating the cycle several times.

He took the gun from Desdemona's hand and looked at the scavengers who were looting behind him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before the four scavengers could react, they were killed by their companions, bullets accurately shot through their heads. Before they died, their faces were still covered with the cautious and joyful smiles unique to looting supplies.

The man took off his sunglasses and wiped the tears from his eyes. He sat beside Desymona's body and cried quietly for a long time.

"I am the only one left," the man, Digen, muttered to himself, "What should I do? I have already..."

"Puff!" A sudden gunshot rang out from behind him, just like when Di Geng shot those scavengers, the gunshot behind him also rang out without Di Geng noticing.

The bullet hit his head as expected, but it got stuck in Deacon's skull. Deacon's skull didn't seem to be made of ordinary bones, but something else.

Deacon, with his resilient vitality, didn't die immediately. Enduring the excruciating pain, he nimbly dodged forward while simultaneously firing backwards. Such feats could only be performed by those with the most rigorous training.

The bullets pierced the wall, leaving several dents. It seemed as if the bullets had just been phantoms. But the pain in Deacon's head was a testament to the fact that someone was definitely ambushing here.

"Oh~ You have a very unusual head~" a cool and slightly teasing voice echoed in the air. This voice reminded Di Geng of the S Queen in some heavy-drink clubs.

PPK walked leisurely in the control room that was littered with corpses. Two days had passed since her commander knelt down and asked her to wait for them here.

She had originally planned to complain to her friends about Sun Yang's severe paranoia, but the real culprit actually showed up.

So she found a place to stand, activated the stealth module on her power suit and waited, until the man sat down and cried before taking action.

However, she hadn't expected the other party to be so stubborn. The PPK pistol in her hand had been modified with electromagnetic force, and its penetration and range had been greatly improved.

Even if you wear a bulletproof vest, it can be penetrated at this distance.

Deacon didn't answer. His movements immediately became swift, too fast to be human.

The invisible PPK activated the scanning module, but could only see that there were no strange parts on Deacon's body. Even his skull did not contain any metal components. If there were any, PPK would have scanned it out long ago and would not have shot him in the back of the head.

Deacon ran quickly through the wreckage, PPK bullets fired from all kinds of strange angles, each one hitting his stomach, thighs, and back accurately.

Deacon's wound was bleeding, but it didn't affect his movements. He reached out and quickly grabbed a few explosives on the ground, but the next bullet hit his palm directly, hitting the grenade he was holding.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded in Digen's hand, and Digen, who was hit by the explosion at close range, was blown away. His palm holding the grenade also disappeared.

Deacon gritted his teeth and stood firm. His body had been shattered by metal fragments, but he still had the ability to move. He tried to get up and search for traces of the unknown enemy.

Then he felt something wrapped around his neck, strangling him tightly. Digen immediately used his remaining fist to punch back hard, but PPK showed no sign of pain and simply tightened his arms.

The disparity in strength was so great that Deacon felt like he was wrestling with an engineering vehicle. He tried in vain to break free, but only felt his neck tighten.

"Gaba!"

There was a crisp sound of broken bones. Deacon's tense muscles relaxed instantly, his head drooped strangely, and blood oozed from his nose.

PPK loosened his grip on his arm and dragged Deacon's body to Desdemona, placing them side by side.

"Rest in peace." PPK took a look at the two bodies, took out a Molotov cocktail from the supply box next to him, and smashed it on the corpses...as if to cremate them.

In the flames, Deacon's scalp was quickly burned off, revealing the black carapace underneath. It seemed to be a kind of biological subcutaneous armor.

Perhaps this person also had some secrets. After PPK confirmed that the flames had consumed the body, he walked out of the base without looking back.

At this point, the railway was completely destroyed.

312 Old Popsicle's Revenge Campaign (Part )

In the distance, even further away, the postman was bragging even more to his new and old teammates.

"You definitely don't know, didn't I say before that I've been to the Followers of Apocalypse? There's someone there who's willing to perform subcutaneous armor surgery! I don't even know how she learned it! That kind of surgery can actually be done on a bottle cap!" The postman gestured in the air with his fingers in his power suit.

"But that subcutaneous armor isn't the best. According to the surgeon who performed the surgery, her teacher was a better technician than her and had a collection of more advanced human enhancement experimental products from pre-war laboratories."

"I heard her teacher once tried to implant it in a wealthy mercenary, but the equipment was too heavy a burden. After the surgery, the mercenary spent a month enjoying himself outside before suddenly dying of exhaustion."

"But having said that, her teacher stripped the experimental device off and took it home. Then, after a simple modification, she used it on the next patient... It's a bit disgusting, isn't it? You have to get used to it. That happened who knows how long ago. A long time ago, her teacher put that experimental device into a young man with a strange mind..."

"This has been processed third-hand, and the accuracy of the content is not guaranteed. It is said that the young man with a strange brain is a human with a special interest in robots. He has always wanted to find beings that are more and more similar to humans, but not human. It seems that this strange obsession allowed him to survive the postoperative recovery period." The postman added fuel to the fire.

Huh? Isn't this my Commander? He's always going crazy at the humanoids... No, it's the AR team and Pascal's gang who are always going crazy at the Commander? And the Commander can't handle it anymore and has to hide everywhere? Ariana frowned slightly.

I didn't expect that there are people in this world with similar habits to the Commander. It's incredible.

"You ask what happened later? Who knows? It was a long time ago. The doctor's teacher died of old age, and the guy who installed the device probably died a long time ago in some obscure place. Of course, maybe he's still active somewhere... Who knows..." After the postman finished bragging, he enjoyed looking at his teammates around him, who were expecting him to brag a few more times.

In fact, it’s mainly Preston. The others either wear fully enclosed helmets or are synthetic humans without very rich expressions.

After leaving the town of Goodneighbor, this strange team, led by Nick, passed through the dangerous city of Boston and headed northeast.

That Kroger was acting alone and very quickly. According to the clues witnessed, he was heading northeast, and his destination seemed to be a building somewhere on the coast.

The team spent several days searching the coastal peninsula for clues. It would have taken them longer on their own, but they had help from others on the peninsula.

A group of about sixty people, members of the former volunteer army that had been defeated, occupied a pre-war farm nearby and settled there for a while.

Although they cannot get their armed assistance, they are willing to help Old Popsicle search for Kroger's whereabouts for the sake of Preston and Nick.

As summer approached, the team finally set their sights on Boston Airport after running around the Long Nose Lukowski Canning Factory, Krupp Manor, and other messy places.

The clues provided by the volunteers were not always reliable. They found traces of Kroger in various places, but they were all empty-handed. The other party seemed to realize this and kept hiding.

But when the volunteers brought a German shepherd named "Dog Meat" from the village, the situation changed. The dog's owner asked Dog Meat to help Old Popsicle, so the human-like shepherd dog searched for scents and gradually narrowed down the area where Kroger was active.

After all, a person has his limits. The volunteers used their numerical advantage to spread a large net, and Crocker, who had not appeared until now, also noticed that the search network was tightening.

After Aliana turned on her visual scanning system, any human who met the characteristics within a radius of several kilometers, whether on the plain or standing on high ground, would be marked out.

Of course, if the other party was wearing a mask and a hat, he would not be recognized. However, this did not affect anything. In this sparsely populated area, no one else came except the volunteers and passing scavengers.

Kroger was well aware of this, but based on the traces left by Dogmeat, the other party seemed to have given up the idea of ​​breaking out by force. He advanced and hid deep inside the Boston Airport, seemingly intending to rely on the intricate space inside the Boston Airport to deal with the people who came to hunt him.

Old Popsicle, his team, and the volunteers who came to help soon arrived near Boston Airport. Dog Meat was sniffing the ground, making restless growls.

Old Popsicle took off the helmet of his power armor and let out a long sigh. His expression was extremely serious, as if he was about to rush to the front line to fight the enemy.

"Mr. Knight, that Kroger is inside, but it's not easy for our people to get in. He's very powerful, and I'm afraid our people will be killed as soon as they meet." The former volunteer soldier standing next to Old Popsicle pulled the dog leash and gently stroked the dog meat with a strong desire to fight.

"I know. Thank you for your support, everyone. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find Kroger." Old Popsicle took a deep breath. "Thank you. We'll take over from now on. This is your reward, take it."

A bag of clanking bottle caps was handed to the former volunteer. He took it hesitantly, then looked at Preston and then at Old Popsicle.

"Preston, will the volunteers come back?" the former volunteer soldier asked before leaving.

"Yes, we have already started from Quincy. We will be able to contact the people at the Atomic Cat Base soon. By that time, our Volunteer Army will grow stronger again." Preston said confidently.

"Then keep this money for yourselves. When you come here in the future, don't forget that we are a group of volunteers who settled in the north. We don't have the manpower and weapons to go to Quincy, so we can only wait for you to come." The volunteers returned the bag to Old Popsicle.

Old Popsicle had lost his usual composure. He silently took the bag and stared intently at the vast airport. His expression was no longer as calm and composed as before... hatred crept onto his face.

After the former volunteer soldier calmed Dogmeat down, he called his companions and left without looking back, leaving only five humanoids standing there.

"Finally... huh..." Old Popsicle clenched his fists, tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, and a voice mixed with sadness and anger sounded from his throat.

The postman pouted under his helmet and wiped his face to prevent him from making mistakes during the battle later.

"Tell us what to do, Old Popsicle. You want revenge, you want to win, you want to win beautifully, without any regrets. We will all be with you to the end." The postman cheered Old Popsicle up.

Preston, Nick, and Aliana just looked at Old Popsicle in silence. Although they were standing here for other reasons rather than for Old Popsicle, as long as they were standing here and willing to contribute, that was enough for Old Popsicle.

"Well said, Postman. We are full of energy and have sufficient equipment and firepower." Old Popsicle put his helmet back on. "It's time to finish this."

The heavy power armor led the way, followed by Ariana and the postman in power suits, and at the end, Nick and Old Popsicle were on guard for the rear and to provide support.

Aliana's eyes swept across the airport, and at a glance, there were traces of swaying in many places.

A little further away, you can see automatic machine guns placed around, perhaps placed there by Kroger in advance.

"Mr. Knight, there is an automatic machine gun on the roof of the building ahead." Aliana said.

"I saw it. No need to go around it, just shoot it down directly." Old Popsicle had great confidence in this power armor. He picked up the heavy live ammunition weapon in his hand and walked out of the bunker.

The automatic turret immediately recognized the approach of an unauthorized unit, and the machine gun on it immediately poured ammunition towards Old Popsicle, but all of them were bounced off by the solid and reliable armor above.

Old Popsicle calmly fired back, destroying the turret with two or three shots. There were other random traps that appeared one after another, but their firepower was particularly weak against power armor.

Behind Old Popsicle, more gunfire rang out. His teammates opened fire on the machine guns and traps, and soon there was no longer a single functioning turret nearby.

"Something's wrong," Nick reloaded his pistol with new ammunition. "Have you noticed? No synths have come here until now. This is not normal."

"No, that's normal. The synths' firepower is dangerous to ordinary people, but it's just food for me. Moreover, in an open area battle, synths are at a disadvantage against humans. He will concentrate his forces inside the house and set a lot of traps or something else to wait for me to enter," said Old Popsicle's voice from under the helmet. "Let's go, let me see what happens."

Ariana felt as if she had heard this somewhere before. It seemed like the humanoids who had fought the Soviets at the submarine base had said something similar to the opposite.

At that time, they seemed to say that if they were outside, the humanoids would be quickly destroyed by the military's artillery and armored torrents, and the humanoids could only fight against the human troops among the ruins, puppets and the corpses of their comrades. It was not until they had only a few troops left and retreated into the base that the humanoids could exert their ability in close combat.

At least the old popsicle man knew this. He had already figured it out.

Old Popsicle had come to Boston Airport before the war. He raised his weapon and fired at the closed gate, turning the closed gate at the entrance and the synths who were ambushing behind it into sieves.

"As expected," Old Popsicle quickly scanned the corridor in front of him, "pay attention to the corners, behind the doors, the corridors..."

"Stop your nonsense! You're a war hero, and I saved a country." The postman's annoyance was rather odd. She didn't mind the nagging about killing people, but she got annoyed by the details of the battle. "I've also fought over twenty ghouls carrying bazookas and machine guns. Just give the orders, no one standing here is to be trifled with."

"...I understand. Ariana, postman, check the right side, Nick, Preston, follow me to check the left side." Old Popsicle quickly changed his attitude. He gave orders firmly and quickly, and took decisive action.

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A large number of synths emerged from corridors, hallways, and even trash cans. Yellow, white, and red machines swarmed out. These synths, armed with the academy's own laser weapons, fired repeatedly at Old Popsicle.

The azure light bloomed on Old Popsicle's power armor. Old Popsicle in the armor held the weapon calmly and pulled the trigger at the target in front of him one by one.

“Dong dong dong dong——!”

Bullets carrying terrifying kinetic energy shattered one synth after another, and broken electronic components could be seen from the torn holes.

The power armor withstood all attacks and tore apart these synthetic humans with weak defense capabilities with absolute firepower head-on.

Nick and Preston behind Old Popsicle protected his relatively fragile back, and from time to time threw out the explosives they were carrying in response to Old Popsicle's commands of "Grenade!" and "Nine o'clock!"

After about ten minutes, all the synths on this floor were cleared out. Old Popsicle checked the ammunition in his weapon and shook his head. He was running low on bullets and probably wouldn't be able to last two battles.

He casually took out a pair of metal hydraulic pliers from a utility room and waved them twice casually. These were the few things that could be held and wielded by a man in power armor.

"Out of bullets?" The Postman and Ariana came out from the other side. They hadn't put in much effort to destroy these synths. How could these cheap products made by the academy defeat them?

"There are still dozens of rounds. I haven't paid much attention to saving bullets. I always feel that if I keep saving bullets, I will eventually lose my life." Old Popsicle hung the heavy weapon behind him and swung the hydraulic clamp twice. "It doesn't matter. I have been trained in power armor for transportation and close combat. I can still fight."

"Hmph, even this iron armor isn't easy to break through." The postman touched the black scars left by the laser weapon. "I'm more worried that Kroger will lure us down and set a trap to blow us up..."

"That's not possible. Where would he prepare so many bombs? To blow up an airport, the number of bombs required is not something a human can carry. If he relied on synths, the volunteer scouts would have discovered it long ago." Preston rejected this possibility.

"I mean, is it possible that the academy has mastered the teleportation technology? Old Popsicle, when I found you, those synths were teleported out. They came out in droves to kill me. Didn't your Ga Claw tell you?" the postman explained.

"No," Old Popsicle said bluntly, "but Kroger is here, and Dogmeat can still smell him. Will he have time to plant the bomb? Besides, I can't wait any longer for these reasons. Even if it's a trap, I'm going to step into it."

"You just won't listen, right?" The postman sighed, then changed his tone. "If you go, I'll go too."

"Aren't you worried about another bomb?" asked Old Popsicle.

"Stop the fucking nonsense. I have no reason to abandon my teammates. Where are the others? The bombs inside will blow people to pieces. Those who want to quit, raise your hands quickly." The postman asked angrily.

"I will follow the general. If the general is not here, the volunteers will never be able to make a comeback. It doesn't matter whether I survive or not." Preston said.

"I'm sure my body is very strong. At least much stronger than those second-generation synths. So, go ahead and do it with confidence." Nick shrugged indifferently.

"Don't worry about me," Ariana glanced at the postman, then at Old Popsicle, "I won't die even if you die. But if you don't die, I will do my best to rescue you."

"Okay... let's go." Old Popsicle made a final mental preparation and then headed towards the depths.

***

In the dark passage, short bursts of gunfire were heard from time to time, and those synths who tried to stop the team were shot into garbage by bullets of various calibers, lasers or plasma jets.

An old male voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and the other party seemed to be delivering a message through the radio.

"Your courage and determination to come here are commendable. But you're really overestimating your own abilities, and I don't expect you to understand."

"It's not too late. Stop it. Turn around and leave. You still have a choice, and that's something not many people will tell you."

That should be Kroger's voice, but there was no pleading in his words. Instead, they were full of deception and contempt.