I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"Is that so... I get it... Goodbye... Sean. Goodbye, son."

Old Popsicle slowly stood up and walked towards the road to the afterlife in a decadent manner, looking back from time to time.

And Sean, who was behind Old Popsicle, walked into his home without looking back, without any hesitation.

After being sent back to the teleportation room by several hunters, Old Popsicle stood there blankly. The blue light appeared again - and then teleported him back to Boston Airport.

And there, a woman nearly two meters tall vigilantly came out from behind a shelter. It was the postman, and she had been waiting here.

After seeing the power armor, the postman asked loudly: "Old Popsicle? Is that you? Can you take off your helmet and let us see it?"

"...Of course, of course." Old Popsicle casually took off his helmet and threw it aside. He finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and anger, sadness, and frustration flooded into his head.

"You met so quickly. How is everything? Did you meet Sean? Why do you look so sad?" After seeing Old Popsicle's face, the postman slowly approached him.

"I... wu... wu... wow! Ah! Damn it! Damn it!" Old Popsicle kicked away the broken tables and chairs and the remains of the synth next to him. He wantonly destroyed all the metal garbage around him, just to vent the excessive emotions in his heart that he could hardly bear.

Snot and tears flowed from his eyes and nose, but Old Popsicle didn't bother to care. He just picked up a stick and smashed it with all his might at everything around him, smashing everything in front of him.

"Sean!!! Why! Why you!! Sean!! Fifty-five years! Fifty years!! Nora! Nora! What should I do? Nora! What should I do? It's too late, too late! The child is gone, and you're gone too! I, I, I'm fucked! I have nothing left!!"

The old popsicle's pent-up emotions completely erupted. He screamed at the top of his lungs, swung a chair, and smashed it directly into the wall on the second floor. He himself fell to the ground due to grief and excessive force.

"It's over, everything, everything..." Old Popsicle tried to wipe his eyes, but what he saw in front of him were the oversized fingers of the power armor.

"Hey! Old Popsicle! Knight! Cheer up! Cheer up! You still have us and the volunteers, don't get depressed!" The postman jumped in. She cleaned up the mess sprayed on Old Popsicle's face, then slowly helped him up and let him get down from the power armor first.

She called over Aliana, who was on guard, and then she dragged the unconscious Old Popsicle to a slightly cleaner and cooler place and gave him some medical assistance to the best of her ability.

318 Next Steps

He felt a gentle wipe on his head, and his body felt warm. Old Popsicle reluctantly opened his eyes and saw short blond hair, blue eyes, and a pretty face.

He thought for a while before remembering that this was the postman...it's just that the postman wore the helmet longer than without it, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.

The tall postman waved a towel helplessly.

"Awake? You've been sleeping for hours," the postman said, picking up Old Popsicle from the ground. "You started crying and making a fuss as soon as you got back, and then you fainted. You're not a wimp, so why are you crying like that?"

"I... met Sean." Old Popsicle stammered, and then recounted what he had encountered down there. After that, Old Popsicle fell into silence.

"Well, that means your son has become your enemy now. You're actually the father of the school leader..." The postman was silent for a long time after hearing this overly explosive information. "So what are you going to do next?"

"I don't know... I really don't know," Old Popsicle shook his head dully. "I did so much, all to try to find Sean. But reality, reality gave me a heavy blow. Honestly, I might as well have frozen to death in there. At least I wouldn't have to face this horrible fact: my child has become Boston, the leader of the demons in my hometown."

"Postman... A few months ago, I had a happy family. I had a beautiful wife, Nora, and a son. Although the social environment wasn't good, Sanctuary Hills was relatively safe. But now I have nothing... I can't consider this place my hometown. I hate it here. I don't think I'll ever adapt here."

"I tried to find a place that could keep me going, or where I could see a little bit of my past life. I found it, in the academy, and my son became the leader very proudly. But I can't accept that my child is older than me, and is such a cold, cruel bastard!"

Old Popsicle knocked the ground hard, then touched his face to cheer himself up.

"Postman, Ariana, I have to go back to the Minuteman base. Sean is my child, and I have to clean up the mess he made."

"Clean up the mess? How are you going to clean it up?" The postman looked at Old Popsicle's fighting spirit and it was rekindled.

"I'm going to blow up the academy and kill Sean," Old Popsicle said gritting his teeth. "It's my fault for not educating this guy. He's my child, and I have to take responsibility."

"You can't educate him... You've been frozen for two hundred years. But can you really do it..." The postman couldn't help but complain.

"Even if it's for Nora, I have to do this. Nora died at the hands of Kroger, and it was the academy that instructed Kroger, so I must destroy the academy!" Old Popsicle stood up, moved his limbs, and stepped back into the power armor.

"Hmph...Nora...I'm an old hand at this job. I must test how powerful these guys are. At least I have to make that arrogant X6-88's head explode." The postman, who loves fighting and having fun, naturally didn't want to miss it.

Come on, let's fight Boston's most mysterious organization! The postman's blood was boiling.

"Mailman, the commander has prepared a large force to attack the academy. If you prepare now, you might not be able to make it." Aliana reminded the mailman over the comms.

The postman was suddenly in a dilemma. She looked at the high-spirited Old Popsicle and then at the expressionless Aliana.

"Can I let Old Popsicle know about the boss? I don't think he's really against robots, and I've been hiding this from him for so long, which isn't good. If we want to work together, we still have to reveal it, right? I think we can rush in together and wipe out the academy, what do you think?" The postman glanced at Old Popsicle and asked Ariana.

"I need to consult the commander..." Ariana's eyes moved, and after a few seconds, she conveyed the message to the postman, "It's best not to let too many people know about the humanoids. However, I think I can discuss the details of the attack plan with Old Popsicle. Let's arrange a meeting place."

Sometimes I feel like my boss... doesn't seem to have any particularly demanding requirements? I've already thought of a bunch of excuses. The postman hadn't expected that the plan to attack the academy could be coordinated with others.

"The Commander is quite accomplished in his open-mindedness and casualness. Then go tell Old Popsicle about it." Ariana commented briefly.

"Old Popsicle! Wait a minute! I have something important to tell you!" The postman put on his helmet and walked around to Old Popsicle.

"What's the matter?" Old Popsicle turned his head.

"Well, that's right. Haven't you always been curious about how I found you?" The postman considered his words.

"Of course, after all, you have more secrets than the hairs on my head." Old Popsicle nodded as a matter of course.

"I actually used to work for a high-tech organization. My clothes, my iron arm, and my weapons were all provided by that organization. Oh, and Ariana, she's also from that organization, but other than that, my experiences are all true." The postman spoke out like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"Well, I'm prepared for you and Ariana working for another organization. After all, your equipment... is even more outrageous than the most outrageous I've ever seen in the military," Old Popsicle pointed at the courier's power suit. "But you're bragging a little too much. I don't know which of it is true."

"Those are all true!" said the postman seriously.

"Ah... okay." Old Popsicle responded perfunctorily.

"You would rather believe me working for another organization than turning Mojave and the West Coast upside down?!" The postman almost jumped up and hit Old Popsicle's helmet.

"They're just expatriates from high-tech companies. I've seen too many employees of Shelter Technology. You also helped transport the supplies for the Volunteers. I've noticed it, but the organization you're in charge of doesn't seem to have done anything to harm the locals." Old Popsicle was surprisingly receptive.

"But...is it also the organization's request that you work with me?" Old Popsicle added.

"We only want the freezing gun technology in Griffin Oasis. As for you, I just like you. Besides, one of us is from the West Coast, and the other one is from hundreds of years ago. I feel more at ease traveling together. It's easy to get cheated by the locals if you find someone local." The postman explained.

"Well... after all, you have helped me a lot. It would be unreasonable for me to doubt you again." Old Popsicle shook his head. He still knew clearly who to trust and who not to trust.

"Then I have one more thing to ask, Old Popsicle. The commander of Griffin Oasis, who is also my boss, wants to see you." said the postman.

"Why do you want to see me? When I go back, I will be a general of the volunteer army at best. I don't know when I can take action against the academy." Old Popsicle was puzzled.

"Because they are preparing to raid the academy. How about meeting them? If next time... you may only be able to see the collapsed academy." said the postman.

"That's quite a coincidence," Old Popsicle said, his attitude undergoing a complete 180-degree change upon hearing that the academy was about to be attacked. "Let's go. There's no need to rush the Volunteer Army."

319 Let's meet and chat, Old Popsicle is a little emotional

Led by the postman and Ariana, the revitalized Old Popsicle headed west along the coastline. After about a day of hiking, they entered the Cambridge Charles area.

The area, which surrounds the north bank of the Charles River and is the former site of Cambridge and ETH Zurich, was a top university town before the war.

Arliana stopped when she reached the Old North Church. She looked around, as if she was on guard against something.

"Is this the agreed location? It seems like there aren't many people here." Old Popsicle carried his heavy weapon all the way here. He still couldn't bear to part with this precious machine gun. It would be great if he could find a place to replenish ammunition.

"Please wait a moment. The commander is handling the nearby surveillance equipment." Aliana looked around and saw several small drones flying out from nearby. These drones were equipped with advanced radar systems and silent weapons mounted below.

The drone flew around a few times, killed some flying birds, and then flew back.

"We have plenty of time, but the deaths of these birds will eventually be noticed by the academy. So I'd like to keep this brief, Mr. Knight."

A male voice came from a nearby building. Sun Yang arrogantly lifted his invisibility and walked out of it calmly.

He was still wearing that incredibly cool power suit, without a helmet, and was gently waving the staff in his hand.

Ah! A perfect opening! A perfect show-off! Sun Yang looked at the power armor and didn't dare to say a word for a long time, knowing that he had successfully shocked this man.

"You've been eating Invisible Boy while waiting here? Using too much of that stuff has serious side effects on the human body." Old Popsicle couldn't help but persuade him.

"That's not the invisible boy, but some other technology. My name is Sun Yang, you can call me Mr. Sun or Commander Sun. Mr. Soldier Knight, let me reiterate that my goal is to attack the academy and seize the technology inside." Sun Yang said a lot.

"Wait a minute, you are... Chinese?" asked Old Popsicle hesitantly.

"Am I important? The America you were loyal to is long gone. Oh, there may have been a little bit in Las Vegas, but that is gone, and the rest is in the head of a certain Ulysses." Sun Yang's nonsense explanation made the serious old popsicle even more confused.

"What do you mean there's still a little left in Las Vegas? And what is Ulysses? A novel?" Old Popsicle tried to figure out what Sun Yang was talking about.

"We have been active on the West Coast before and done a lot of big things. Didn't you explain it to the postman?" Sun Yang looked at the postman.

"I told you, he doesn't believe me," the postman explained frankly. "Old Popsicle, we were planning to blow up the academy. What's wrong with doing something impressive before? You really lack imagination."

"Please don't change the subject. Commander Sun Yang, right? Where are you from? This matter is very important to me. Please answer seriously." Old Popsicle said stubbornly.

"I am not from this world. My body should come from a world full of magic and suffering. My consciousness comes from a world where no one dropped a large number of nuclear bombs on each other... So I don't want to get involved in the past history of this world. Do you understand?" Sun Yang casually told his origins.

"?" Old Popsicle tilted his head, as if trying to understand Sun Yang's response. Did these words contain a special metaphor, or were they just a roundabout way of sarcasm? Old Popsicle pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with any clues.

Anyway, it couldn't have come from another world, Old Popsicle thought firmly.

Sun Yang reluctantly ignited a ball of fire in his hand, showing Old Popsicle his spellfire. Under the illumination of this unnatural fire, Old Popsicle's power armor reflected red light.

"Hmm...the Chinese's secret weapon?" Old Popsicle subconsciously took a few steps back and was kicked hard by the postman.

"The United States has been dead for two hundred years, Old Popsicle. Even the government that continued it is gone. Yes, that's the Enclave. If you contact the Brotherhood of Steel in the south later, they will introduce it to you in detail." The postman was very unhappy to see Old Popsicle's look of facing a great enemy.

"Tsk..." Old Popsicle slowly took off his helmet, revealing an unhappy face underneath. "A few days ago, I found out my son was the leader of the academy. Yesterday, I learned that the postman was working for someone else. Today, I found out that the postman's boss is Chinese... The amount of information I've taken in these past two days is a bit too much."

"If I had appeared two hundred years ago... no, I couldn't change anything. I couldn't prevent a nuclear war after resources were exhausted." Sun Yang shrugged.

"I participated in the Battle of Ambruges, so I really can't feel happy when I see your face. I know this period of history is very far away and unfamiliar to you, but to me, it just happened a few years ago. But you are right, it has been two hundred years." Old Popsicle turned his head away and stared at the ground.

Sun Yang said bluntly, "Think clearly, you are the one who is accommodating me now, not me accommodating you. If you don't want to see my face, why don't you poke your eyes out? I thought you were a top-notch guy, but you turned out to be an idiot who can't even understand the current situation."

"...Maybe bringing him here wasn't a good thing?" The postman felt like he'd messed up. Why did Old Popsicle dislike Asian faces so much? Could the Battle of Ambruges have turned people into this?

"...Huh, I give up, Mr. Sun Yang." The old popsicle held out for a few seconds before giving in. "Sorry. I have more important things to do than my boring self-esteem."

"I'm glad you understand this," Sun Yang deliberately leaned over and looked Knight up and down for a while, then looked away with a guilty look on his face. "Are you not being tough anymore?"

"That won't do anything good for the current situation," Old Popsicle sighed. "I'll need some time to get used to this situation. Even former enemies... can cooperate."

"I am not your enemy in the past. But I really want to know what expression you will show when you find out what the Enclave has done." Sun Yang raised his lips and smiled.

"These two things cannot be confused. The America of the past has disappeared, and the people of this land will rebuild a strong America." Old Popsicle said calmly.

"How dare you say that! It's obviously your own company that is frantically plundering the few remaining resources..." Sun Yang said speechlessly.

"I know those things very well, but I couldn't do anything at that time. But now... I think I can do it. I am a soldier, and I have responsibilities that I must bear." The old popsicle replied.

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say. Come, let me tell you about the planned combat mission. Also, when will you get that heavy machine gun?" Sun Yang pointed at the empty weapon on Old Popsicle's body.

"This is one of the standard weapons for power armor. There might be spare ammunition available in the Boston military base," said Old Popsicle.

"You dare to use bullets that are two hundred years old? Forget it, come with me to the base. The more manpower the better. We can prepare more depending on the situation..."

"So what's your plan?" Old Popsicle quickly brought the subject back. He'd finally realized that these guys were each one talking nonsense. Are all West Coasters these days just that kind of talkative?

"Ahem, I've figured out the exact location of the academy and have prepared two attack routes. One is to attack from an underwater secret passage, and the other is to attack from above using bunker-buster bombs. I've already explored the secret passage, and I've also prepared the bunker-buster bombs. In terms of manpower, I think it's enough, but I don't mind having more reliable support." Sun Yang said.

"I understand... Do you want to kill all the people in the academy? I think we can still preserve some scientific researchers, experimental equipment, and data." said Old Popsicle.

"You are really calm. I thought you were planning to kill all the scientists and synths." Sun Yang looked at Old Popsicle and said with admiration.

"No matter how much I dislike it, the academy has preserved a considerable amount of pre-war technology. The loss of these technologies is a loss to all mankind, so I still think that we should ensure that the technology can be passed on, or at least spread some of the technology to the wasteland." Old Popsicle saw it very clearly.

"Well said, Old Popsicle. That's exactly what I was planning. I will capture or detain as many scientists as possible. I don't want to cause too much loss." Sun Yang nodded.

"That's great. Besides, why are you so anxious to attack the academy?" asked Old Popsicle.

"Because I don't like their behavior of replacing wastelanders with synths. I don't think there is anything wrong with this technology. The problem lies with the people who use this technology. Knight, if the third generation of synths can perfectly create the same human body, it also means that they can produce completely matching internal organs or limbs. Do you know what this means?" Sun Yang turned around and looked at Old Popsicle.

"You mean, produce organs corresponding to the human body and then replace the necrotic or aging parts of the body?" After saying this, Old Popsicle looked at the postman. Her right arm was made of pure iron.

"That's right. If we can create humans, we can also create internal organs. This technology must never be lost...either under strict control or made public. And the parts inside Kroger's body that can greatly extend his lifespan. These must all be preserved. So after the attack, I will try to preserve all the information, personnel, and equipment there."

Sun Yang explained his plans after taking the city.

"I don't plan to detain these personnel and equipment. I just want the technical data. But I'm wondering how to arrange these people. We can't just throw them out and cause trouble everywhere, right?" Sun Yang said with some distress.

"Then why not leave it to the Minutemen?" Old Popsicle volunteered. "The Quincy Minutemen have completely taken control of the southeast Boston area. We've already reached agreements with all the settlements there and formed an alliance with the power armor enthusiasts at the Atomic Cat Factory. I think taking in over a hundred people shouldn't be a problem."

"Well...that's good. After the battle, we will first occupy the academy's base, and then you send people to Quincy to prepare manpower to take over this stall." Sun Yang was quite happy that someone could come to handle it.

Otherwise, it would be too unfair to kill them all after taking the technology. Not only would it be unfair to the academy, it would also be unfair to the Volunteer Army and Old Popsicle.

"I say, we haven't even won the battle yet, and you've already figured out how to distribute the loot? There should be a limit to how much champagne you can open at halftime, right?" the postman complained.

It was rare for Ariana to think that the postman had said something decent.

"Oh, my troops are so abundant, the plan is so perfect, and there are two protagonists helping me fight. Think about it, how can the power of FLAG be able to withstand the power of the dual protagonists' auras? Our next plan..."

As Sun Yang was speaking, his brows suddenly furrowed, his eyes began to stare into the void, and his fingers tapped in the air.

"Mr. Sun?" Old Popsicle asked curiously, then looked at the postman, "What's going on?"

"He seems to be able to see something that we can't see, and then he can operate certain systems by tapping on the things." After the postman finished explaining, Old Popsicle still looked confused.