I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

"It doesn't matter. It's a good thing if we can get more. If we can't, forget it. I will come here again in the future. Anyway, the important thing after getting the money is to place an order." Sun Yang took the humanoids to a nearby beverage store and bought drinks and snacks for everyone.

After Sun Yang obtained relatively legitimate funds offline, the base quickly put the money into operation, calling various local suppliers and purchasing various supplies using different fake numbers and shell companies.

These items quickly depleted Sun Yang's newly acquired funds, leaving only a little over two thousand dollars in his account. Large quantities of supplies were delivered to various warehouses.

Of course, this is not eye-catching at all. The warehouse's throughput is astonishingly large, and no one would be so bored as to check what is hidden in a box of seasonings.

After confirming with the base AI that all orders were on the way, Sun Yang let the AR team move freely without having to worry about himself. Ordinary highway robbers would have no way to deal with him.

"So what is Ayang going to do these days?" AR15 looked like he wanted to pull Sun Yang along.

"Let's find an Internet cafe and play all night." Sun Yang answered sincerely.

"Why would you want to play video games?" AR15 shook Sun Yang's arm vigorously. "Look at all these beautiful girls here, don't you have any other ideas?"

"Don't take me with you." RO and 16 quickly replied. Gouzi was lost in thought.

"I don't intend to restrict your freedom of movement... Ahem, is there anywhere you want to go? I'll take you there."

"Usually at this time, the most suitable places are amusement parks, movie theaters, and slow-rock bars." Brother 16 counted on his fingers.

"A buffet with all-you-can-eat meat!" Gou Zi made his suggestion.

"Zoo? Aquarium?" RO thought for a while.

"So in the end, I still have to choose a hotel." M4 faced his own desire.

"No need for condoms," AR15 added.

Why do I feel like your two goals are the last thing? Sun Yang touched his lower back and felt okay, recovering well.

There's nothing wrong with hanging out with the AR team. For Sun Yang, staying up all night in an Internet cafe and going out to play are the same thing, both are entertainment activities.

"Okay, let's all go." Sun Yang agreed immediately.

Sun Yang called a car rental company, rented a car, and drove the doll girls straight to the amusement park.

So, Sun Yang's original plan of playing crazy games in the Internet cafe for a week turned into being taken to various places to play by the AR team during the day, and playing mixed doubles with M4 and AR15 women at night.

On the first day, we went to the amusement park. On the second day, we went to the zoo (which had an aquarium and was even protested by PETA). On the third day, we went to the cinema and a BBQ buffet. I ate too much and the owner begged me to leave. On the fourth day, we all had indigestion from eating so much the day before, so we stayed in the hotel all day. That night, I went to a bar with Brother 16 for drinks.

In the next few days, Sun Yang really didn't have the energy to go out and run around, so he just lay in the hotel and played games.

This is roughly what his itinerary looks like.

As for how the other T-dolls enjoyed their vacation...

During this time, Makarov visited various libraries, absorbing the thoughts and confusions of mankind from ancient books.

Although many things can be viewed differently from a human perspective, this misplaced thinking can bring Makarov more insights.

After she came into this world, she spent all her time choosing various books that she could barely understand.

It was not difficult to store these words, but it was very difficult to find some ideas from them and to sort out one's own thoughts. The thoughts that human thinkers had spent thousands of years exploring were still too obscure for a creature.

Although Makarov does not have a mind cloud map as carefully designed as Pascal's, the thinking ability she developed after birth has partially met the requirements of the third-generation tactical humanoid that human Pascal expected.

On the last day of his vacation, Makarov bought a large number of books and a lot of snacks and drinks for his roommates to take home and eat together.

***

The Philadelphia TV station added a report at the end of the program: At the annual Philadelphia Beer Festival, beer lovers from all corners of the world gathered together to drink a lot of beer.

Among them, the most popular one is the finale of each show, the King of Beer competition.

The competition is to see who drinks the most beer at the end, whoever drinks it wins. If too much beer spills while drinking, it will be judged as a loss.

The person who wins the title of King of Beer will receive a cash check worth 15,000 yuan from the sponsor.

According to a TV report, during the final beer king competition of the day, three young and beautiful women rushed into the arena, drank profusely, and defeated everyone present. After finishing their drinks, they performed a Cossack dance with their companions, winning enthusiastic applause from everyone present.

The Philadelphia Beer Festival came to a successful conclusion in a lively and joyous atmosphere.

***

A group of very talented newcomers came to perform in a certain bar.

"Good evening, everyone!" A vibrant girl with long black hair rushed onto the bar's stage, and the drinking crowd below erupted in cheers.

"Today, Nanaka~~ also wants to convey her thoughts and efforts to everyone!!" Nanaka from Oasis grabbed the microphone and gestured to the people behind her.

M950A and Lei Dian pushed up their sunglasses and began a passionate warm-up. The extremely explosive drum beats and melodies ignited the atmosphere.

In stark contrast to her sweet image, Nanaka's dress transformed into a coat covered in skulls and blasphemous symbols. She roared wildly, carrying a guitar made of bones. Suomi, in the audience, roared along, ordered a glass of liquor, and swirled it down.

Today's underground bar seems to be bustling again after a long time.

66 Have a cordial and friendly exchange with Irons

A week later, the dolls gradually returned to their scheduled gathering place after their week-long vacation. Sun Yang delivered the dolls and their packed purchases to each of them.

While the humanoids in the base were unpacking their packages, Sun Yang asked the base to talk to Atlas headquarters, claiming that he had a reliable prosthetic system patent that could be sold to Atlas and wanted them to take a look.

As expected, Atlas was very interested in this technology. They were still working on debugging their own neural system when someone came to visit them, claiming to have a more mature system.

Real or not, Atlas would be happy to see how the prosthetic works.

Sun Yang wasn't worried about whether it would work. At the end of the day, Joel was already able to walk around freely. Many injured and disabled people also had their limbs replaced.

Prosthetic limbs in KENSHI's world have many shortcomings, such as being too ugly, too hard, and the metal structure causing trouble in daily life.

But it does have one advantage: it's incredibly durable. A hammer bang won't hurt it. Once installed, just remember to clean it regularly and you'll have no problem using it for over a decade.

After agreeing on a time with Atlas and arranging the humanoids, Sun Yang bought a plane ticket to Baghdad.

However, just as he got on the plane, he received a call from someone claiming to be from the U.S. IRS, asking Sun Yang to pay tens of thousands of dollars in taxes.

It's strange that I have tax problems.

Sun Yang thought the call was a scam and hung up. Scammers are so bold these days that they even dare to trick the IRS.

[Professor, that seems to be a real IRS call.] Antonina, chewing on a bear biscuit, sent a message to Sun Yang.

"...I am also subject to tax when I change jewelry? Forget it, I don't want to bother with him." Sun Yang, who had no idea how the tax bureau operated, had no choice but to pretend to be dead and wait for him to run to Baghdad.

The plane took off from the international airport, flew east to Morocco, and then connected to Baghdad, the capital of Iraq.

Baghdad was already well governed at this time. Atlas built various infrastructures here, turning it into a new modern city.

Maglev trains and projection advertising are everywhere, and the buildings are beautifully constructed. It seems that the shadow of the past war has left the country.

Sun Yang got off the plane, took a box of prosthetic limbs from the base, and called Atlas. After a few pleasantries, Atlas sent someone to drive Sun Yang to headquarters.

The closer we got to the Atlas headquarters, the more metallic, minimalist buildings appeared around us. There were also more and more Atlas soldiers patrolling around.

Helicopters occasionally descended from the sky, and personnel completing their missions hurriedly disembarked, pulling the wounded out and rushing to the hospital. Further inside, the core area contained training grounds and a high-tech research institute, off-limits to ordinary people. It was already blocked by several metal fences and sentries.

Sun Yang sat in the car, a little nervous, tugging at his collar. The key question was whether he could convince Irons to help him fight. While he really wanted to fight the Americans, doing it on his own and having someone approach him about collaborating were two different things.

Forget it, the worst that can happen is that I can tell him that he doesn't need to raise KVA to level up. I can use these self-destructive iron-blooded soldiers to influence the mentality of capitalists around the world, and still be able to level up Atlas.

After all, in the original work, Atlas indulged KVA, or opened a backdoor for KVA. After all, only when there is an actual defense need can Atlas take money to do things and thereby expand his own power.

So once the KVA is destroyed, a company as powerful as Atlas will undoubtedly be labeled a new terrorist. That's unacceptable; Atlas must be nurtured.

KVA can negotiate but I can't? I'll give Irons some tough work later to get his mind working.

After thinking about a lot of random things, the special car finally drove into the vicinity of Atlas' headquarters and stopped in front of the gate.

The scanner at the door scanned Sun Yang's box carefully. After confirming that he was the person who came to discuss business today, the guard at the door allowed him to pass.

The person who led the way took Sun Yang into the reception room and asked him to wait for a moment as the boss had some unfinished business.

Sun Yang was bored, so he picked up the nearby promotional advertisement and took a look. He had to admit that the advertisement was well made, with the soldiers in the advertisement looking incredibly strong, able to send someone flying several meters with one punch.

Thousands of experienced soldiers are trained here, various advanced armored forces are stored here, and a large number of scientific researchers are researching the most advanced science and technology here.

There is even a huge tactical simulation training ground here, which is almost as big as the one at Griffin Base.

The exoskeletons equipped by the soldiers were also very good, and he wanted both the enhanced jumping equipment and the foldable bulletproof shield.

But judging by the force output, it was barely enough to injure a tactical humanoid. There was no way around it; as long as the soldiers were still in physical form, they couldn't withstand excessive force output; this was determined by their physical limits.

"Mr. Sun?"

Just as Sun Yang was concentrating on reading the advertisement, a voice came from above his head.

Sun Yang raised his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a vest, with short brown hair and a shrewd face looking at him.

This voice and face can only be Jonas Irons himself.

"It's me, hello Mr. Irons." Sun Yang stood up and shook hands with Irons. Then he sat down and opened the box.

"Let's not waste any more time and just look at the finished product." Sun Yang opened the box and showed Irons what it looked like.

Two crude arms and legs, with only basic bones and nerve connections.

However, Irons is not a boss who pays attention to appearance. His company faces a lot of investment requests with concepts every day, but he will choose to take a look at those who can produce tangible results.

"Simply put, after surgically attaching this limb, you can move it just like a real arm. I have a video of a test subject here for you to take a look at."

Sun Yang then showed him the video of Joel's activities in the mountains. Irons watched it several times with great interest. He seemed surprised by the sophisticated technology Sun Yang had shown him.

"It looks interesting..." Irons quickly looked at the technical information provided by Sun Yang. The scientific research department can confirm the reliability of this information.

The middle-aged man looked at Sun Yang for a few times, thinking and judging.

The young man in front of me was very immature. Rather than a salesman, he looked more like a student randomly pulled out of a laboratory and thrown here for a job.

But Atlas, after investigating the other party's origins, couldn't find a single clue. Even their identity information was only recently registered. He didn't like the feeling of being out of control, carrying something so new and unknown.

"If you don't believe it, you can arrange for someone to perform an operation. Or ask the scientific research team to take the data away now." Sun Yang spread his hands.

"I'll give them a reward that matches theirs." Irons could only begin by understanding the other party's demands. Fighting with nothing in sight would be dangerous.

Sun Yang glanced at the soldiers standing behind Ains and was a little undecided.

"They are all my most loyal subordinates. Feel free to tell me anything you want to say." Irons explained.

"Let me be frank. I want to deal with the United States. To be more precise, the part at the top of the pyramid. To do this, I think I need your cooperation."

"Is this a joke you prepared?" Irons said in a rather cold tone.

"I come here with sincerity, Mr. Irons. This technology is a gift for you." Sun Yang patted the box in front of him.

Irons had one of the soldiers take the box away. After a comprehensive scan and inspection, the box would be placed in a separate laboratory for analysis.

"I don't know your identity, Sun Yang. I can't trust someone who comes to me and makes a big fuss. Even if you have the ability, you also have a seemingly grand reason."

Irons studied the young man before him.

"I want to know what role Atlas plays in your vision. What is your intention in coming to me?"

There was a chance, and Irons was willing to listen. Sun Yang continued to move his tongue.

"I don't want to see people suffer. I just want to bring down those who make them suffer. This is my honest opinion. I believe you can make people's lives better, and I also need the help of a stronger force."

Sun Yang finished speaking and drank a glass of water. He wasn't good at communicating, especially with the cunning Ains in front of him. He didn't know when he'd said the wrong thing.

"You are finally honest." Irons showed a relaxed smile.

"I saw that Baghdad was beautifully built, while the United States still had dirty and filthy streets," said Sun Yang.

"We have accomplished in a few years what would take the government decades to accomplish. In fact, putting aside the political constraints, we are more efficient than the government that employs us..." Irons maintained a slightly softened attitude.

He really needs help. If Irons wants to fulfill his wish, he needs more assistance.

The person before him brought with him the technology of neural prosthetics. Anyone who could use this technology as a stepping stone should have some strength. Although his background was unknown, it was possible to explore his origins.

"I want to know how much equipment my prosthetic technology can be exchanged for from you." Sun Yang made his idea clear. After all, Mao Atlas's technology is the serious business.

We don't even need blueprints, just a few finished products. Leave the rest to the superb Oasis R&D department. Copying is easy.

"We will confirm its value and you will receive corresponding compensation." Irons also sells products, so this is easy to say.

"I hope it can be exchanged for the value it deserves. In addition, I have some ideas about the delivery method." Sun Yang just felt that communicating with Ains was very tiring.

"How about attacking your warehouse?" Sun Yang came up with an outrageous idea.

"Not very good." Irons refused decisively.

67 Allies, Allies

Irons was a man who was tough on strangers and enemies, always trying to keep the power of the conversation in his own hands. Atlas's growth was inseparable from Irons's hard work. At least in many cases, Atlas was able to take on tasks because of Irons's ability to attract clients.