I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"This efficiency is truly too low. If we keep going like this, when will we be able to clear out the local scavengers and complete our mission? Oh, Oasis T-Doll, say something too." Another new T-Doll, somewhat impatient with the current situation, poked the medical AI squatting beside them on the side of the road.

"I don't have any opinions. The professor expects us to learn various medical techniques, so my type of T-doll's role is to treat humans." The attitude of the medical T-dolls is quite different from that of these new tactical T-dolls.

"Why do we still need to produce T-dolls dedicated to medical care? Don't we have medical pods brought down from the mountains? Even though the technical director said they can only handle common problems," the new T-doll asked curiously.

"Because someone has to operate the machine or carry the patient in. Even machines can't perform overly complex surgeries. Otherwise, why do you think we still have human-like limbs?" the medical figure explained.

"Okay, you have a point. By the way, did you know that all the elite T-dolls with medical backgrounds have been transferred away?" the new T-doll said, stroking the assault rifle in his hand.

"I know that. The professor has gathered all the medical department heads and sent them to the medical departments of various companies. That's great! I'd love to go, but since it's so easy to be discovered, we're forbidden from going alone." The medical T-doll exclaimed.

[Can you elaborate? I remember Oasis had a human recognition test?] The new T-doll showed interest.

"When I was simulating a robbery on the street, I blew the robber's head off. I should have just pretended to be robbed, or simply engaged in a fight. But the situation was so sudden, I lost control of my strength." The medical figure sighed.

"I understand. Sometimes I find it difficult to disguise myself as a human. Humans often do things I can't understand. They only judge their chances of success based on appearance and physique, and even after all these years of evolution, they haven't learned their lesson." The new humanoid continued.

After these humanoids chatted idly for a while, the new humanoid on guard sent a message to the team members in the local area network, asking them to be vigilant.

A heated argument erupted from the restaurant just down the block. The Sixth Street Gang members nearby all drew their weapons and stared intently at the restaurant.

Bang! The restaurant window was suddenly smashed, and a burly man rolled out from inside. Immediately, gunshots were heard from inside the restaurant.

"Support!" The dolls, who had been chatting and joking for a while, immediately took action. Without hesitation, they opened fire on the people around them who were marked as members of the Sixth Street Gang. Before these Sixth Street Gang thugs could react, they had more than a dozen bullet holes on their bodies.

Unlike the thugs and murderers on the streets who live on the edge of knives, the humanoids' shooting ability will not be affected by changes in emotions, and unless there are special circumstances, their bullets are aimed at vital points.

A barrage of submachine guns and rifles efficiently harvested the lives of those nearby. The surrounding citizens expertly identified the areas of the firefight, those who could escape immediately fled, while those who couldn't escape retreated into cover, crouching with their heads in their hands. Night City residents were accustomed to the daily gunfights, and the strategies for dealing with them were memorized.

[Clear the enemy.] While their negotiation skills were questionable, the newly promoted T-dolls, with their excellent combat abilities, quickly eliminated the nearby Six Street Gang members on standby. Following their pre-set tactical logic, some guarded the street intersections while others rushed into the restaurant to provide support.

However, when dozens of humanoids were about to rush into the restaurant, their captains crawled out of the restaurant, firing their weapons continuously.

Following behind the captain were five or six elite Six Street Gang members, their bodies laden with implants. These elite members had transformed their bodies beyond recognition, becoming more machine-like than human. Their wrists sprouted curved blades, while their legs were transformed into something resembling engines.

The magnetic rail weapon in the humanoid captain's hand turned the wall and sofa into a sieve. However, the movements of these elite Six Street Gang members were extremely strange, and even from a humanoid perspective, their movements were incredibly fast.

Each of these elite soldiers is equipped with a Sian Westin or Krenchikov, which gives them reaction speeds exceeding that of humans and humanoids.

The humanoids fought hard to knock down three of them. These elite soldiers were covered with subcutaneous armor, and their bones and muscles had been replaced. The railgun bullets fired by the humanoids even got stuck in their artificial muscles.

It is hard to say that these Six Street Gang members are human. What remains of their flesh is wrapped in artificial neural networks, bones, muscles and synthetic armor all over their bodies.

These elite members of the Six Street Gang, whose bodies are filled with concentrated combat hormones, do not feel any pain, and their nervous systems stimulated by hormones perform to their full potential.

The remaining six elite members of the Street Gang stomped the floor hard. They followed the humanoid captains and flew onto the street, slashing at the humanoid captains with the sharp mantis knives on their arms.

Clang! But the mantis blades didn't slice through the enemy as these elite soldiers had expected. Instead, the impact felt more like a scratch on an alloy metal plate.

The humanoid captains' clothing and biological skins were easily torn, and their weapons were cut in two. However, the Saturn alloy body beneath the biological skin was not greatly affected. The mantis blade only left a shallow scratch.

"Gaaaaaahhh!!" These elite members of the Six Street Gang, stimulated by battle hormones, were unable to suppress the urge to kill, nor could they calmly think about tactics.

They frantically cut at the tactical humanoids around them, and the humanoids protected their faces and necks and dodged in a panic.

The mantis blade quickly cut through the flesh on the humanoid captain's metal body. Where the skin was cut off, the Saturn alloy armor gleamed.

[Up, up, up!] The newly promoted humanoids opened fire on these elites. But these elites were no pushovers, dodging most of the bullets fired at them, leaving only a few insignificant bullet holes on their bodies.

When these elite members of the Six Street Gang realized that they could not kill these captains, they turned and rushed towards the new humanoids who were shooting.

Good, so fast?! The new T-dolls could only see a fleeting afterimage. The leading T-doll felt something slit her throat, and then her vision module was destroyed.

[Control! Control!] The newly promoted humanoids dropped their weapons and rushed forward as the madman rushed into the crowd, slashing and killing, seizing the opponent's movement joints.

"Huh?!" The elite Sixth Street Gang member hacked away at the crowd desperately for a long time, but all he saw was a pile of minced meat and a series of sparks. These new humanoids were also made of Saturn alloy. His mantis blade was almost blunt from all the hacking, but he still couldn't kill a single one.

By the time he reacted and tried to struggle free, several new humanoids had already locked his limbs and were shooting at his joints with their pistols, destroying his movement structure and completely eliminating his ability to move.

After seeing this situation, the remaining members of the Sixth Street Gang also realized that these guys were not easy to deal with.

They tried to rescue their companions again, but after realizing they couldn't chop off the necks of these strange women, they quickly left. But it was obvious they were going to tip off the Sixth Street Gang, and they knew they would soon send in a large number of reinforcements.

[Well done. Take your weapons and hostages and go to the safe house. I'll report to the commander.] M14 clutched her throat. Her neck had just been stabbed, and her vocal system was affected, so she had to switch to the communication channel.

540 Then Don't Cooperate

"So the result of your negotiations was that you brought a bunch of people over, only to have the talks fall apart, and then you killed a dozen minions and kidnapped an elite thug? M14, explain this to me."

Sun Yang looked at the scarred humanoids in front of him, as well as the Six Street Gang thugs who had been injected with a large amount of anesthetic and were now in a dormant state.

After receiving the report from M14, he drove to the safe house in the River Valley area in a hurry, fearing that this group of humanoids would be found and retaliated against by the Sixth Street Gang.

After all, the report from M14 indicated that nearly half of the T-dolls needed repair, lacked supplies and weapons, and needed support.

However, when Sun Yang arrived, he found that the most damage to these humanoids was their biological skin, and the most serious ones were only damaged in their visual modules and vocal systems. They were far from being dangerous.

These newly promoted humanoids sighed and lamented on the local area network, exchanging thoughts on how outrageous these humans were. Their clothing and biological skins had been shredded, completely useless. The bloody flesh and clothing were carefully cut open by the medical humanoids, revealing the alloy bodies beneath.

While Night City also has humans covered in gold, and humanoids wearing pure metal bodies aren't considered freaks when they go out, their biological skins do provide some protection from dust and water in daily life, so repairs are necessary, which will take some time.

"At first, we informed them that there was a local scavenger gang activity and they kidnapped our customers. But then they asked who allowed us to do business on the Sixth Street Gang's territory."

M14 took out a data cable and connected a small speaker to report to Sun Yang.

"I'm not surprised. From what I've found, a lot of the contraband and illegal sales on the streets are connected to the Sixth Street Gang. I was planning to sell some secretly and then talk to the Sixth Street Gang after the response was good. I didn't expect it to get so out of hand."

Sun Yang knew that the mafia would control the security of the area where they were located, and also collect "protection fees" and "business license fees" from various business premises. These were all sources of income for the mafia.

"Afterwards, the Sixth Street Gang said they could handle the scavenging themselves, and there was no need for outsiders to come in with guns under the pretext of this. They also knew about our sale of prosthetic limbs. They asked us to leave one person behind as a hostage, and for the rest of us to get our documents ready before discussing matters."

"I thought it might reveal the identity of the humanoid, so I refused outright. The other party said a few harsh words, and I judged that they might actually attack me, so I struck first. What happened next is explained in the report." M14 finished the report.

"Although there are some flaws, the results aren't bad. Although the military technology behind the Sixth Street Gang is troublesome, as long as we don't do anything serious, small fights won't be a big deal."

The death of a dozen or so people wasn't a big deal. The Sixth Street Gang would care, but the military technology company behind it wouldn't. After realizing this, Sun Yang felt relieved.

"This man, his body... should it be called a body? Or should it be called an artificial body? What do you think? What are your thoughts after the fight?" Sun Yang picked up the thug who was injected with a large amount of anesthetic and placed him on the table.

He was very heavy, with a dozen bullet holes in his clothes, all of which were shot by the humanoid. Sun Yangguang could tell from standing next to him that most of his body parts had been replaced with prosthetics because his soul power was very weak.

"Very strong, and because of the excessive modifications, our railguns couldn't effectively damage him," M14 pointed at the holes in the thug's body. "The lungs, liver, and kidneys aren't original. Our railguns penetrated the subcutaneous armor and artificial muscle layer, but these organs are still functioning normally after the hit. I think his real weaknesses are only his head and heart. But the armor in both areas has been reinforced."

Although many people on the streets are using kinetic weapons, rail weapons, or technical weapons, are not uncommon. The most common charged-shot double-barreled shotgun "Sadara" can shoot through concrete walls, not to mention the various technical rifles and technical sniper rifles equipped by the company's private soldiers.

But as the saying goes, for every spear there is a shield, the development of technological weapons has also led to an increase in the level of protection provided by prosthetics. At this point in time, many people have already modified themselves to a level that can withstand the fire of technological weapons.

Unlike V in the original game, mercenaries or thugs who are willing to change clothes and whose physical conditions and financial resources allow are happy to modify their bodies.

My organs and nervous system have been replaced, so why not replace the body that protects these organs? So a larger body with greater power and protection is installed on me.

This is also why humanoid rail weapons have been somewhat underwhelmed. Although Night City has a huge gap between the rich and the poor and the environment is terrible, the technology of personal prosthetics has been truly advanced, and many military prosthetics are really powerful.

"I understand," Sun Yang looked at the unlucky man in a coma and shook his head slightly. "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being unlucky enough to be caught by us. Communication link, main base, please reply."

Sun Yang summoned a virtual screen. On the other side of the screen was Krocchi. Behind her were dozens of parts and mechanical structures that Sun Yang couldn't understand. The few he could make out were the gun barrels and some missile launchers.

[What's wrong, Professor? What good stuff did you get?] Krocchi looked a little down on the other side. She'd been working hard to optimize her equipment for a long time.

"A test subject. This is our enemy, freshly captured in combat. I hope you won't have any moral questions. Our railgun isn't very effective, so I hope you can figure out what weapon would be more suitable."

Sun Yang grabbed the unconscious Sixth Street Gang thug and teleported him to the opposite side of the base.

Crochet was startled when he saw the man suddenly appear in front of him, and quickly called a few drones to capture him.

[Corpse?] After Krocchi scanned the Sixth Street Gang member a few times, he discovered that the man's brain signals and vital signs had disappeared. He seemed to have just died.

Huh? A cybernetic person will die immediately after being teleported away? Living people have been teleported before, but those people only suffered internal injuries at best, which were fully recovered in two days with the help of the main base's technology. This person here only has the cybernetic body damaged; the rest of the body is fine.

Sun Yang thought about it and realized that the soul power of those who had been extensively modified with prosthetics would be very weak. Although their combat effectiveness was actually very strong, in Sun Yang's eyes, the soul power of these guys with prosthetics was not much different from that of a 60-year-old man or woman with chronic diseases.

"It seems that modifying the prosthesis will weaken its own vitality. Just use this. If it is broken, use some repair powder. There is no rush for this matter. Let me know when you are done." After Sun Yang finished giving the order, he hurriedly closed the communication channel in the face of Crochi's somewhat complaining expression.

"I'm sorry, Croce. I've added more work for you." Sun Yang silently apologized in his heart. When he returned, he would buy her some weapons and prosthetic products from this world. She would like them.

"So what do we do next?" M14 asked after the commander finished his work. She was already used to following the commander's orders. When she did things on her own, she always felt like something was missing, she had no sense of direction, and it was easy to mess up.

"Just keep selling secretly. There's no need to confront the Sixth Street Gang head-on. We have no business here, so they'd be the ones to lose if we fought. As for cooperation, there's no need if you haven't reached an agreement yet. The money we earn will only be used to buy technology and cover your expenses. There's no need for long-term cooperation. Remember to upload the combat log after the battle. We need to learn more about the distribution and performance of the prosthetics here."

Sun Yang gave some pointers, left a large amount of repair supplies for the new T-dolls, and then left. He would negotiate with the Whole Foods Company later.

541 Real Negotiation

Later that evening, Sun Yang led the five members of the AR team to the meeting place with Whole Foods. As he was about to arrive at the negotiation site, he found an alley without cameras, changed into his special armored coat, and put on his helmet to avoid being shot by the other side.

If it were any other place, Sun Yang would have just walked past without a care in the world, but this is Night City, where robbery and sniping are commonplace.

Even if the Whole Foods representative wasn't interested, Whole Foods' competitors, or their competitors, could send snipers or mercenaries to cause trouble. Such unpleasant situations aren't unheard of.

"Commander, are you going to take the naval gun with your face? Or is the enemy really very dangerous?" Brother 16 couldn't help but complain when he saw the commander was so cautious.

"This is called taking precautions." Sun Yang gave everyone the buff of the Golden Stone Oath, and then he walked into the restaurant booked by Whole Foods with all his energy.

To conceal their activities, Whole Foods representatives invited Sun Yang to a restaurant in a small alley in the city center. To put it bluntly, this kind of restaurant is a man-made secret hotel that relies entirely on online publicity stunts to make money.

To put it bluntly, these restaurants are just marketing influencers, but the employees in downtown Night City are quite fond of them. Many middle-level managers are happy to try the hidden organic food in these restaurants.

After circling the alley several times, Sun Yang finally came upon a simple neon sign and plain double doors. Beneath the sign stood two energetic guards, their faces adorned with visual enhancement gadgets. Their physiques were so enormous that they practically stretched their suits.

"They're the Animal Gang hired by Whole Foods." M4 confirmed their identities with a casual glance. To put it bluntly, they were brought in to help with the show.

It seems that Whole Foods really doesn't have many fighters.

"Tell the people inside that Sun Yang is here." Sun Yang walked to the door of the hotel and asked the guards of the Animal Gang to inform them.

There's no need to give a fake name, because everyone will know it's you no matter what you give.

"Please wait. Boss, Mr. Sun is here." The Animal Gang's eyes flashed with a yellow-brown light, indicating that they were communicating. After a few seconds, they opened the door and respectfully invited people in.

This remote hotel has been booked. There are more than a dozen guards wearing heavy armor and holding submachine guns standing in the hotel, and a man in a suit is sitting at a table nervously.

When Sun Yang walked in, he slowly raised his head and looked at Sun Yang and the figure behind him with some confusion.

"I'm Sun Yang, who sells vegetables and fresh meat. This armor is my personal hobby." Sun Yang sat down on the sofa, and the sofa made an ominous sound.

The humanoids said nothing, simply standing scattered around, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. Although the guards' equipment was decent, their cybernetic defenses were fragile. An M4 would only take three seconds to burn out their implants.

"Hello Mr. Sun, my name is--" The representative extended his hand, but Sun Yang interrupted him with his arms crossed.

"You are the representative of Whole Foods, that's all I need to know. You don't need to exchange pleasantries, let's just talk directly." Sun Yang didn't give the representative a good look.

There was no expression on the representative's face. He showed a seamless business smile and took out a contract dozens of pages thick from his briefcase and handed it to Sun Yang.

"We fully understand your demands. After our internal discussion, we have drawn up a trade contract. Please take a look at it." The representative said with a smile.

Sun Yang simply snapped his fingers, and the fire of the spell ignited the contract in front of him without even glancing at it.

"I will sell you a batch of fresh ingredients regularly, and I want a 90% profit from the selling price of the finished products. If I find that the money is not right, I will terminate the cooperation. Do you have anything else to add?" Sun Yang's contract quickly burned and soon turned into a pile of ashes.

The representative seemed to have prepared himself mentally. His smile didn't fade, but he tried to explain: "Mr. Sun, we need a contract to maintain our basic cooperative relationship. This is necessary."

"This isn't a collaboration. You can only supplement or accept the conditions." Sun Yang didn't tolerate the other party at all, so he just put pressure on them. "Or do you still not understand the current situation?"

Sun Yang tapped the table lightly, and his spiral sword wrist guard reflected a dim light under the light.

"I know how many mercenaries Whole Foods can hire and how many news media it can afford. I know exactly what you are doing." Sun Yang threw a chip over, and the representative on the opposite side hesitantly inserted the chip into his neck.

This chip contains the content and discussion results of the meetings of Whole Foods executives in recent days, and even records several hypothetical preparation plans.

A drop of sweat dripped down the representative's forehead. They didn't even know how many employees the other party had, yet Griffin Oasis had obtained the minutes of their meeting from hours earlier.

Sun Yang, on the other hand, secretly sighed inwardly, "Our humanoids' electronic warfare capabilities are still quite strong." As expected of Antonina and her team, who have honed their skills across several worlds, they were able to easily obtain this information.

But it's mainly because Night City has so many things connected to the internet. The humanoids are just perfect for it.

Sun Yang tilted his head, looking at the other party who seemed a little restless, and after thinking for a while, he continued to put pressure on him.

"Speaking of which, your company was attacked by terrorists a few days ago? I remember that some middle-level managers survived the attack and were admitted to the hospital. I wonder if there will be any accidents today." Sun Yang said as he prepared to turn on the TV next to him.

The representative immediately grabbed Sun Yang's arm to prevent him from touching the remote control.

Some intuition told him that if Sun Yang turned on the TV, none of the hospitalized middle-level managers would survive.

"Mr. Sun, we can discuss the details. You can trust Whole Foods' logistics system. We can deliver your products to thousands of households in Night City, and Whole Foods' stores and restaurants will also sell dishes made with your ingredients. But you have to take 90% of the price..." the representative said quickly.

"If you don't make money, there are plenty of people who can." Sun Yang couldn't wait to play a bad joke, even though no one in this place knew what was so funny about this sentence.

"Ninety percent then..." he thought, calculating how much he should raise the price to maintain a reasonable profit. Meanwhile, some less ethical plans surfaced in his mind.

For example, they could change Night City's ordinances, requiring unapproved organic food vendors to obtain health permits, or simply hire gang members to cause trouble every day...

"You'd better restrain your evil thoughts and don't think that I can't find out." Sun Yang stared at the representative, examining his soul... Well, he didn't have much prosthetic body, and seemed to be in a relatively healthy state.

I should be able to get a few hundred souls if I kill it.