I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

The female host was reporting the latest news as usual. She stood in front of the building that had been almost demolished into ruins and introduced it to the audience in front of the TV.

"This media company has always prided itself on having the most advanced Super Dream technology, and its Super Dream films also use a lot of cutting-edge technology. We have already found the bodies of the owner and department heads of Fourth Wall Studios. The condition is horrific. Everyone's head was smashed in."

The host on TV pointed the camera at the crime scene, but the tired-looking NCPD didn't even wave anyone away.

Some NCPD officers even discussed with TV station staff off-camera whether they could get a share if they filmed more gory scenes.

Sun Yang was bored watching the news in front of the TV. He turned his head and looked at the dozen or so Mewtwo editors who were captured behind him.

The humanoids had just gone out to work and brought back those who were able to work. As for those who were incapable of working, Sun Yang's order was to kill them all.

When he first started working, Sun Yang would think about who should be killed and who could be let go. After all, what if there were good people in the company's middle management?

But by now, Sun Yang was too lazy to do that. The difference between these Mewtwo companies and the Whirlpool Gang and the scavengers was not that great. It was just that one was doing it in secret, while the other was doing some public relations to save face.

"No matter where you are, the circle of filming and television dramas is pretty outrageous." Sun Yang muttered to himself. Although the degree, direction, and reasons for being outrageous are different, they are the same in that they make people feel uncomfortable.

These Mewtwo editors used to wear dazzling clothes and have extremely exaggerated hairstyles. As artists who can create Mewtwo, they have a high social status and a lot of money on hand, enough to spend lavishly.

But now their clothes were covered in dust, their hair was a mess from the struggle, and almost everyone had bruises and injuries on their faces.

"How is it going? Have you finished classifying Mewtwo?" Sun Yang turned his head. The skills of these Mewtwo editors were quite good. They quickly classified those Mewtwo related to interrogation, punishment and torture.

Not long after these Mewtwo editors finished their work, they were pulled out of the room by the humanoid figures who were monitoring them and placed not far in front of Sun Yang.

"It's done, sir. But you don't have to blow up the company, right? Just place an order for us." One of the editors said with a tired look on his face.

"It's all your fault. You should be responsible for us. We are all unemployed. It's all because of you, you damn hiss..." Another female editor was about to continue speaking when she was kicked by the colleague next to her, telling her to shut up.

"Your fate is not decided by me, but by you." Sun Yang took out a tablet computer with the information obtained by the humanoid after looting the company's database.

It also contained information about the orders completed by various editors, all in a neat and uniform format. The information of these people had been retrieved and presented to Sun Yang.

Sun Yang gently swung the spiral sword, and the sword body became slender under his will, and sharp blades appeared on both sides.

"Well, I, we can work for you." The female editor who was just shouting muttered.

"Our skills are pretty good, you'll definitely find them useful. Besides, we don't have any implants, so it would be more effective if you let us do our normal jobs, right? We have the money you want, and we know a few people too," another Mewtwo editor said eagerly.

Sun Yang just stared at the tablet, turned his wrist, and chopped off the head in front of him.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" The others instinctively tried to escape, but the humanoids' strength far surpassed that of the editors. They were pinned to the spot, quietly awaiting their own judgment.

"I have been merciful enough to you," Sun Yang pointed at the work submitted by one of them, "You have tortured many people."

"That's the company's request, not what I want to do! And the actor has agreed to it, he knows what he's facing. Damn, I've already given him the money!" The editor tried his best to break free from the humanoid's restraints.

"I know," Sun Yang tapped the screen, smiling slightly, "Thank you, I won't miss them."

Before the editor could say anything, the spiral sword had already pierced his throat, and the tip of the sword protruded from the back of his neck.

No matter how much these editors pleaded or argued, they couldn't sway Sun Yang's attitude. He simply compared the company's records and decided their life or death based on his own ideas.

In the end, no one survived. However, considering the practices of Night City companies, those who managed to survive would have been out of work long ago.

"Deal with the bodies. Pack up the equipment, and I'll send it to the main base. We'll leave here in an hour." Sun Yang looked at the people with severed heads and hesitated for a moment before adding, "Tell the Iron Blood agents to draft a hunting memorandum. I'm useful."

Dozens of drones packed up the bodies and related equipment. These bodies still had some scientific research value for Oasis, and the Chaomeng equipment also needed to be mastered.

Sun Yang placed his hand on it and transferred the supplies over. Although this ability had been possessed for a long time, neither the Oasis research team nor Strider could figure out what it was.

It could be a gift from High Dimension M4, or it could be Sun Yang's system plug-in. However, as his mana bar and body grew, his ability to transfer did become more powerful.

"Professor, we've received the relevant equipment and will begin analysis immediately." The scientific research figure on the other side of the screen saluted Sun Yang, and behind him were dozens of drones and figures carrying out the packaging work.

"Thank you for your hard work. I hope the analysis work can be done as quickly as possible, so do you have any needs?" Sun Yang poked the figure on the screen.

"I don't dare ask for anything from you, because Pascal would tear us apart." The Oasis figure replied solemnly.

"Ahem, I mean the need for help with the analysis work. Sorry, I probably can't take care of everyone..." Sun Yang said a little guilty.

"I understand. We need to ask the professor to bring the brand's design drawings, as well as the medical accident report for the Mewtwo device... There may be omissions, so we'll follow up and send them to you later. One more thing."

The Oasis research figure frowned as he finished speaking.

You've sent all the medical research supervisors out on undercover missions. We're now being supervised by Kroki, who remains behind. However, she's very busy and socially anxious, so she doesn't have much time to guide us. Therefore, our research progress will be slow. Please understand this.

"I understand. Nothing else, I'll hang up first." Sun Yang laughed and hung up the phone.

The research director is away, so progress is slow, but the only people capable of handling this work are the elderly humanoids. It's okay if it's slow, it won't hurt to wait a little longer.

"But it's time to follow up on the undercover..." Sun Yang muttered. After waiting for the safe house to be cleaned out, he unleashed a powerful spell of fire, burning the place completely to ashes, leaving no further trouble.

553 A Few Things About Intelligence Theft

At the same time, a young woman with long, smooth red hair and a tired look took off her laboratory coat and put on a loose, casual white coat.

Today was another day of intermittent overtime. By the time I finished the work at hand, it was already 10 pm. If the project leader hadn't fainted on the table while working, she probably wouldn't have clocked out until 12 pm.

"Panacea, you haven't left yet? Do you want to go to Genting with me?" I heard the invitation of a colleague behind me.

Panacea, the Oasis T-doll in charge of drug development, simply shook her head. "Right now, I just want to go back to sleep. Otherwise, I might not be able to get up tomorrow."

"Our team leader is out of school, and the higher-ups will definitely investigate this matter. It's a foregone conclusion that we'll be given a holiday, okay?" A female researcher with a Mohawk hairstyle and dark blue hair came out from behind the closet.

"We have been developing new drugs for such a long time. How can we not relax? Why do you always stay in the house? Let's come out and play together when you have time." Another thin but extremely excited male researcher also rushed out.

"I don't want to die suddenly in the middle of drinking." Panacea pointed at the bags and dark circles under their eyelids.

These researchers did not protect themselves well just because they had learned the relevant knowledge. On the contrary, they would accurately calculate how much medicine they needed to take and how long they needed to sleep to recover based on the data they measured.

This seemed incomprehensible to Panacea, the pharmacist. Whenever possible, one should ensure adequate sleep.

Instead of going clubbing happily while the concentrated stimulant effect is still there, and then taking other drugs to boost your spirits for normal work the next morning.

Even the employees of Ultimate Life Holdings wouldn't do this. At most, they'd just take on the task themselves and then go to sleep in the break room near the equipment.

"I want to live a few more years." Panacea waved his hand gently and swiped his ID card on the time clock. Soon, a line of words flashed on the holographic projection screen.

[Biotech drug research assistant Panacea has clocked out]

But as soon as she left, she heard the deliberately subdued conversation of her colleagues behind her. If she hadn't been wearing some sensory amplification device, she probably wouldn't have heard it at all.

"Damn it, what's Panacea doing? She must have been so fucking crazy from all that school. And she's even cursing me to die soon? She deserves to be hit by a car."

"Humph, you know what, she's pretty. Her face is as pretty as a robot. If it weren't for her really bad personality, I would have pursued her."

"I think she spent all her university scholarship on plastic surgery. It must have cost a lot of money. She came to the institute just to get rich. She's always hanging around the director!"

"That's a lot of money, even with the scholarship it wouldn't be enough. Think about it, how can poor students afford to invest in their bodies? She must have been a sex doll before, and she doesn't go to Genting because she's afraid of running into her former customers, hahahahaha!"

The sound of colleagues' discussions behind him made Panacea extremely irritated. The relationships between people in this world's companies were so bad. Even researchers formed their own cliques and excluded each other.

A few days ago, she saw several disliked colleagues being accused of causing damage to company property and then dragged away by biotechnology corporate mercenaries.

Panacea later learned through the humanoid internal intelligence network that a local company executive was planning to smuggle a batch of pharmaceutical raw materials, so he set up a trap to lure these researchers in and frame them.

However, those colleagues weren't good people either, as they did intend to steal the company's pharmaceutical ingredients and smuggle them out. They were just framed for it.

But I couldn't say anything about them. Panacea had entered the company's research lab to be an undercover agent and spy, but the methods she could use were much stronger than those of these petty thugs.

Griffin's commander, Oasis's professor, bribed the interviewer to get a backdoor, which enabled her to get this position in this extremely competitive city where both connections and hard power are required.

After completing this work, Panacea did not steal data or finished products secretly like other thieves or corporate spies.

The professor's task on weekdays was to find the coordinates of other laboratories. As for things like stealing data, it was not her responsibility, as other electronic warfare dolls would be responsible for that.

But strangely enough, in Panacea's understanding, no matter what laboratory it is, all equipment will only use the intranet, or simply prohibit networking, and even data reading and writing require special keys.

But this lab... even though lab equipment is prohibited from connecting to the internet, employees' computers can still send emails to the outside world. While biotech companies monitor all employee devices, this is still too reckless.

To be honest, Panacea doesn't think this company can handle it. The AI ​​used by the company to screen information seems to be just so-so and can be fooled with a little effort.

As for the manual part, do the people responsible for monitoring information really have the energy to keep an eye on it 24 hours a day? Besides, the problem can be solved by just finding someone to bother the monitoring personnel.

This was just one of the points. Panacea even discovered that the monitoring equipment and ventilation system here had signal access points. They could be connected by pulling a wire.

Although she'd inquired and learned that this was for maintenance and diagnostics, she still found it baffling. Why would an exhaust fan have an access port? Was it even necessary?

Maybe this is the style of Night City. It always feels a little lacking if the items don’t have a chip or are not connected to the Internet.

Panacea readily accepted the access point. On her second day working there, she reported the vulnerability to Oasis. That afternoon, a group of cloaked figures slipped in, directly intruding on the surveillance cameras and copying all the data from the lab.

After all, most of the equipment here isn't encrypted, so the humanoids can simply erase their access history. The equipment here lacks any encryption, relying on pupil scanning and card swiping at best. Entering a password after each experiment is a hassle.

So during this period of time, Panacea stayed here as an eye, and notified Oasis whenever there was a new project, and the humanoid came to copy it that night.

The people here didn't even notice that someone had been here several times, and the corporate mercenaries at the door hadn't done anything except come in to catch traitors.

If there is something that the professor is interested in, he will directly find a middleman to commission it, or let a group of humanoids disguised as forces from other companies rush in to snatch it.

If it were safer, they would send someone to hijack the developed equipment on the road while it was being transferred.

The fighting level of humanoids is completely different from that of the chaotic knife gangs or the wanderers who make a living in the badlands. The transport teams of these companies have to face more than just excessive firepower.

All signals from the convoy will be blocked. The humanoids and professors will retrieve everything after the attack. No bodies, no prosthetics, no equipment, no vehicle wreckage—nothing will be left. Even the blood and residual chemicals will be cleaned up. Only craters and cracks will remain on the road after the battle.

Apart from anything else, Oasis does have some T-dolls that are very good at cleaning. I wonder if she would feel uncomfortable when she found out that her special features are mainly used for post-war cleanup?

***

But when will this undercover mission end? I did get a lot of useful data, but I'm afraid I can't keep going like this.

They've stolen almost everything from this lab, right? They've even got the director's wife's dating schedule. That kind of information is completely useless, right?

Panacea complained in his heart while looking at the company shuttle bus schedule after coming out of the research institute.

The last bus leaves at 9:7 pm, and the next one arrives at am. "Isn't this company a complete mess from top to bottom?" Panacea muttered to himself, trying to figure out how to get back to the apartment.

Just as she was thinking, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Good evening, Panacea."

Panacea looked up and saw a girl wearing a plain short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with long, frizzy, silver-white hair. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and two hearts were swaying in her eyes.

"Floren?" Panacea looked up and down at this humanoid who had been working with her for a long time. Compared to those crazy humans who were obsessed with today and didn't know tomorrow, this caretaker humanoid with a somewhat bad temper was easier to get along with.

What was this for? Panacea pulled out a signal camouflage device from her bag and activated it, so that nearby information collection systems could only collect pre-loaded conversation information and would not be able to learn about their actual conversation.

"I remember you work in the hospital's trauma team? Don't you have to work the night shift?" Panacea subconsciously reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit it with ease.

"I resigned. But you, Red Hair, why did you start smoking? How long has it been since you became a bad person?" Floren pointed at Panacea and said.

"My biotin body can't handle the stress of the work environment. If I don't ingest chemicals externally, I'm afraid my identity will be exposed. Sometimes I even feel like I'm trapped in a cage I don't know when I can escape. Only when I talk to everyone at Oasis can I temporarily wake up from this pain."

Panacea quickly finished a cigarette, wrapped the butt and put it back in her pocket. Her expression finally relaxed a little.

"It seems that no one can adapt to the life and work here." Floren nodded in conviction.

"I'm not specialized in infiltrating humanoids, and my mental growth system doesn't have parameters set in this regard. I just want to do my research well... By the way, Floren, were you fired? What about the professor's mission?" Panacea wanted to light up the second cigarette, but after thinking about it, she held back.

"Well, I'm not the only one who resigned. Little Black, Little Blue, and Little White have all resigned." Floren said, counting on her fingers.

"I don't understand your nickname. But our infiltration team only has five people... Veterinarian Imhot, DNA researcher Hollis, orthopedic assistant Bonnie, and you all resigned? What happened? We all went to different companies, right?" Panacea asked.

The five T-dolls were assigned to Biotech, Trauma Team, Arasaka, Military Technology, and Kanto. Other T-dolls were also infiltrated into other departments, but unless it was an emergency, they would not communicate with each other to avoid being discovered by the company.

Each doll has a different role, but their goal is to steal internal information.

Although many of the humanoids are not professional infiltration humanoids, Oasis's electronic warfare level is indeed high.

Many times they just need to install a part in their body that cannot be scanned and then walk around the company.

"Our undercover mission has concluded, Panacea. The professor told us to report back to base. Since your position is still at the company, I have no choice but to wait here for you to come out."

"The mission is over? I'm going to the next company?" Panacea sighed. She didn't think she could go back at all.

"What are you talking about? It's time for us to go home. Without us at the Oasis, all scientific research progress has stagnated. You also know that it takes time to cultivate intelligent bodies... Why doesn't the professor send intelligent bodies to the university? I'm not interested in cultivating the younger generation." Floren said helplessly.

"If the intelligent beings' intelligence level is high enough to study at a university, I'm sure the professor wouldn't refuse the opportunity. But as you can see, they're completely unable to pass the simulation tests. Many of the newly created humanoids are quite indifferent to humans. Perhaps this is what happens to humanoids who grow up surrounded by humanoids."

Panacea held down her restless hand. Damn, the cigarettes in Night City must contain some addictive substance. Her biological brain longed for another one.

"Did the professor say what to do next? I have no interest in Night City at all. I just want to get a new body back to my lab. This body's brain has problems... It's more suitable to use it as new experimental material."

"Our mission has been completed. The professor said that we need to learn and transform these technologies for the time being, and he also said that he is waiting for a certain time... I don't know what time it is, but you know that the professor often does some weird things." Floren explained seriously.

"That's good. I'm too lazy to resign, so I'm leaving." Panacea broke the ID card, destroyed the micro-monitoring equipment and positioning chip inside, and followed Floren out.

554 A Few Things About the Sanatorium (Part )

While the infiltrated humanoids cautiously withdrew from the surveillance of various companies to the main base, Night City's real Griffin branch base - the renovated sanatorium had been operating for some time.

This sanatorium is worthy of its name. The humanoids in charge of its operation recruited local masseuses and waiters with local scarce materials - such as medicines, food, and vehicles produced by Oasis itself as rewards. These humans are responsible for the reception of guests.