I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

As for fast-forwarding directly to laser weapons and plasma weapons... these two things have only been obtained for a short time, and there are already enough humanoid jobs in Oasis, and the efficiency is already incredible. Reverse engineering also requires manpower and time.

Sun Yang looked at the progress chart while entering the room to pull the humanoids out. During this time, he could only try his best to control the number of humanoids that were shaken out to avoid any strange subspace fluctuations.

When Christine saw four people with different expressions walking out of the casino, she finally gave up completely.

Sun Yang didn't restrict her activities these days, letting her wander around freely, but if she touched him, she would be warned. Sun Yang wasn't afraid that she would run away, after all, she was determined to bring people with her, and she wouldn't make a sudden move to run away.

Christine had been wandering around the area for the past few days, but hadn't seen any more people emerge. Now, seeing four fully-armed female warriors emerge, she could only conclude that they truly possessed teleportation technology.

"Can't you just teleport me directly to the bunker?" Christine asked tentatively.

"No need to send me off. Go on your own," Sun Yang rolled his eyes at her and handed a box to Makarov. "Remember to give this box to the elders of the Brotherhood of Steel when the time comes."

"What are you going to give?" The bald girl Christine became alert.

"Mechanical prosthesis. Supporting technical details and user manual." Sun Yang opened the box generously, revealing the four bionic limbs and documents inside.

I have to say that this thing is really a versatile gift as a meeting gift. It can be given to any force that has not yet developed bionic technology, and it will also be very face-saving.

"I understand. Let's go now." After confirming that there was no danger, Christine carried her large bag containing food and Elijah's head and walked out of the casino. Behind her, the Palette team, armed to the teeth, also followed and left.

148 Next Steps

"No, Professor. The Oasis dolls haven't seen this system before, and we're still working on other projects. So it'll take a long time for us to figure out what's going on," Pascal said weakly across the screen.

Three days after the Palette team's departure, Pascal finally discovered, to his dismay, that many structures on the lower levels had become unstable due to the pervasive red fog. Even the Oasis figures estimated that if a few tons of explosives were properly placed on the lower levels, the resulting chain reaction would be enough to completely destroy the casino.

"Well, there's nothing we can do." Sun Yang could only give up.

He had originally thought that relying on Oasis's superior scientific research capabilities, he would be able to quickly analyze the technology here. However, it now seemed that the humans in this world had not spent decades developing fusion technology in vain, and hundreds of years of time were not easy to come by.

[Sorry, Professor.] Pascal's cat ears drooped.

"There's nothing to apologize for. It's strange that it takes several days to sort out a pile of high-tech wreckage. Fusion generators can be found in other places, but the main thing is that this red fog can only be found in the mountains here. Pascal, gather your people. Just maintain the basic scientific research progress here, and focus on technologies that are easier to analyze and figure out." After Sun Yang gave the order, some of the drones switched to autonomous mode, and the drones that were originally searching everywhere inside were reduced to only three in a blink of an eye.

"Casino Madre will maintain a minimum level of research for the long term. This location serves as a backup. If the situation in the Great Mountains isn't satisfactory, we'll rely on the existing finished products for analysis."

After analyzing the situation here for a long time, they still couldn't come up with any results. After leaving behind enough drones, scientific research equipment, and automatic turrets, Sun Yang and Team 404 became the last surviving guests of the Madre Casino.

Following the route records, Sun Yang took 404 out of this hidden valley that was always filled with red fog, and crawled out of the secret bunker again, taking away all the hairy things by the way.

"So, where are we going next? I've had enough of this awful casino. Let's go somewhere else and get some fresh air. I've been here a long time, and I've never seen the Mojave Wasteland before." 416 sighed.

"To be honest, there may not be anything interesting to see. Well, let the postman face the beautiful scenery of sincerity and the lonely journey of fate. I will be responsible for collecting the extremely dangerous mountains and the dead money." Sun Yang knocked on the Bibi Boy, thinking about how to enter the mountains.

"Commander, you're talking like you're playing a game." G11 grumbled.

"That's true, actually. I've played a game set in this world, and the main character is the postman, but I wasn't as good at it as she was when I played it."

Sun Yang quickly climbed out of this space and stepped outside. A familiar yet unfamiliar wilderness unfolded before him. Although the air in the Mojave Wasteland was as hot and dusty as ever, compared to the red fog-filled sky, the weather in the Mojave was still quite good.

Is this the wasteland? It looks similar to the Yellow Zone. But this is what it would be like two hundred years after a nuclear war. Vast land, sparsely populated, with the population wiped out and infrastructure ruined, it's impossible to build a decent civilization in two hundred years. 45 tested the air and confirmed that it was still safe outside.

[Don't interrupt 45, Commander, please continue.] 416 interrupted 45's sigh and asked Sun Yang to continue.

"I've heard of a theory of information entanglement before. The core of that theory is that so-called inspiration and creativity are actually the reproduction of a parallel world. Information from other worlds crosses the barriers between worlds and enters the creator's mind, which is why the creator can make up those stories. In short, it's a very ridiculous theory, but it can explain it in this context."

[It's interesting, but it doesn't make any sense.] 45 shrugged off such talk.

"That really doesn't make sense. Okay, let's get back to business. According to the normal procedure, we'll head to the Great Mountains and need to touch a crashed satellite at midnight. That satellite will project an eye onto a nearby screen, which is very strange. Touching the satellite while it's projecting an eye will trigger the teleportation trap. After that, the people inside will remove your brain while you're unconscious and perform a reconstruction surgery."

"This route definitely won't work. Commander, are you sure you can handle those guys at the Madre Casino? This mountain range is clearly a high-tech villain's base, perhaps even more dangerous than Paradis's base." 416 rejected the proposal outright.

"So we have to find other ways to get in. And we just happened to have seen people who have been to the mountains." Sun Yang opened his window and looked for a drone with a longer battery life.

[That bald woman? Christine?] 416 remembered immediately.

"Yes, she followed Elijah into the Great Mountains. She was lured into a trap and had surgery to remove part of her head. I used a healing miracle to heal her and restore her lost reading and writing abilities. Makarov has become a bit more familiar with her these past few days, so I asked her to inquire about the location of the Great Mountains and how to get there."

Sun Yang sent a message to Makarov, and soon Makarov sent a rough geographical location based on Christine's oral description.

"Are we going now? It feels so far away. It's a place no one has found in hundreds of years." G11 sighed.

If we're not in a rush, I think we could go to New Vegas. I've been hearing Ariana talk about it these past few days. She says New Vegas is beautifully built, and Liberty City outside is also very lively. 9 clearly wants to go and have some fun.

She mentioned earlier that there's a store in Liberty City that sells energy weapons. Why don't we just do that, Commander? How about we just make a bunch of bottle caps and go buy some? 416 also got excited and made a request to Sun Yang.

"It seems that you guys are quite diligent in exchanging information. Let this thing survey the mountains—" Sun Yang selected a large drone, took it out and placed it on the ground.

The two-meter-long reconnaissance drone has an extremely long flight time and can withstand most extreme weather conditions. It has a range of 1000 kilometers and a flight time of up to 60 hours.

In the early days of Griffin Base's construction, this type of drone provided valuable early intelligence insights. Now, basically no forces in the KENSHI world dare to come and cause trouble.

The gatherings are usually for business, and intelligence from all over the world can be transmitted by merchants, so the main base does not have such a great demand for this kind of drone.

Now was the perfect time to let it shine. Sun Yang fiddled with the drone's control panel, letting it automatically fly to the range Makarov had indicated.

"——As for us, let's go to New Vegas!" Sun Yang took out a large off-road vehicle from the base and started the engine.

The cheering 404 team quickly got on the off-road vehicle, and it sped along the bumpy road, heading straight for New Vegas.

149 Sharp Comments

New Vegas, the only bright new star in the vast Mojave Wasteland - perhaps the only bright new star in the entire United States.

This is because, while other regions were saturated with nuclear bombs, New Vegas and its surrounding environment were well preserved. This is definitely not because the whole world was dropping nuclear bombs on each other and ignored this place. No one would make such a mistake.

The reason was that a man named Robert House had made preparations in advance. He had long anticipated the outbreak of a nuclear war and had already arranged devices to intercept nuclear bombs in advance.

Who is Mr. House? He was the most famous entrepreneur before the war, a scientist, and a self-made man.

All the terminals and robots seen in the wasteland were developed and produced by this company, and most of the machine design ideas came from Mr. House.

Such a person had already planned the post-nuclear war reconstruction work long ago. From the interception system, to the secret underground factory for armed robots, to the reserve robot army, all the necessary scientific and technological information was prepared.

Since war was unavoidable, he would have to make full preparations for interception and reconstruction. After a nuclear war, he could still rely on the preserved technology and production facilities to rise rapidly.

"But Mr. House miscalculated. The total nuclear war occurred sooner than he anticipated. He had a crucial upgrade chip manufactured overseas that would have fully upgraded his weapon system. But just before the chip arrived, the nuclear bomb fell. Mr. House's incomplete interception system missed a portion of the nuclear bomb, which was enough to wipe out civilization, and Mr. House fell into a deep sleep."

While looking at the wasteland scenery of Mojave, Sun Yang gave some common sense of the world to all the humanoids active in this world.

"Unknown years later, Mr. House awoke from his slumber. He spent considerable time rebuilding the brand-new casino city of New Vegas from the ruins. He used his machine army to capture the surrounding indigenous tribes and forcibly train them. He required them to learn the ways of dressing, clothing, food, shelter, and transportation in modern society."

"Later, the people of the Mojave Wasteland gradually learned of this beautiful city and flocked to see what it was like. By this time, the domesticated natives had already organized themselves into several gangs based on their original status, managing different casinos. They had security guards, waiters, prostitutes (or even prostitutes), and a fairly complete organizational structure. The wastelanders couldn't resist the luxurious pre-war casino environment, and most of them spent all their bottle caps and were kicked out of the city."

"Then the NCR rose to prominence, bringing armies, caravans, and settlers. Those frustrated by the increasingly stable NCR fled to the Mojave, injecting new vitality into the region. Then came the invasion of Caesar's Legion. After a fierce battle, the two sides faced off, with the dam to the south as the dividing line. New Vegas, as the most powerful force in the Mojave region, sat at the center of this vortex and continued to thrive."

"You mean Mr. House has lived since before the war? Is hibernation technology in this world very advanced?" 416 raised his doubts.

"Hibernation technology does exist and has been successful. But it's an experimental technology on the East Coast. Mr. House uses his own method to prolong his life—but it's been two hundred years, and his body is almost finished. Okay, let me finish my last point. Mr. House recently found the whereabouts of the platinum chip. That chip was briefly in the hands of Postman No. 6, and now it should be in the hands of that little jerk Benny."

"Huh? This postman has done something so important? Since we're also heading to Free City, won't we run into you?" Ariana's voice chimed in. She hadn't expected that Postman No. 6, who seemed a bit underwhelming and had questionable eloquence, had actually been tasked with such a difficult mission.

No wonder the commander told me to keep a close watch on her and not to interfere with her actions. Could this guy actually be the protagonist?

"No, it's still too early for you to save up 6000 bottle caps. I'll be heading into the city in a few hours," Sun Yang said mercilessly, and Ariana could only whine. "Don't underestimate Postman No. . Even if I take away her death money and the experience in the Great Mountains, she's still no small figure. She's a postman who can be commissioned to transport platinum chips and cross the Mojave alone. You can completely regard her growth along the way as rehabilitation."

"So, Ariana, watch the Postman grow. Based on your reports on the Postman these days, she doesn't seem to have strong feelings for the NCR or the Legion. She's more like a kindhearted mercenary, willing to follow anyone who treats her well and pays her. Such a person will definitely be recruited by Mr. House. So, I need to meet with Mr. House before the Postman and Mr. House officially meet."

"I'm the only one working with Mr. House. I'm also the only one who can hire Postman No. 6. So, Ariana, try to get Postman No. 6 to take on more commissions, fight more battles, and gain more experience. She'll grow into a reliable and powerful helper."

"Okay, I'll treat it as training for a new recruit. She seems to be in good health right now. But I don't understand why you're so sure that Postman No. 6 will follow Mr. House?" Ariana continued to ask.

"Mr. House will show her a reliable future, sufficient power, a comfortable life and resources. House knows that his time is running out, and he needs a successor - someone who can access all the forces in the Mojave and can also make a good living. He will focus on training this person. The previous person in this position was called Benny, but Benny stole the platinum chip and planned to control the entire robot force of New Vegas himself. The postman who survived the disaster and was able to cross the Mojave to come here became his next target."

"Mailman No. 6 neither agrees with the NCR nor hates Caesar's Legion. As long as she can find a way to deal with the smaller forces around her and still deal with the NCR and Caesar's Legion, House will agree to let her take over."

"As for the price—she will enjoy a life and status comparable to those of the pre-war elite, while she will become Mr. House's representative. All her actions will reflect Mr. House's will, and any power that sees her must be respectful. After all, Mr. House is the most important weight in the precarious balance between the bull and the two-headed bear."

"Finally, House is unlike any other faction. The NCR, fresh from its West Coast merger, was already plagued by corruption. Despite a population of 70, the ranchers already wielded influence, much like the United States of the past. Caesar's Legion... while committed to maintaining internal security, is essentially a step backward. It's 2281, and they're still engaging in misogynistic practices. And worst of all, these factions can only rely on a limited amount of knowledge from books, imitating past nations as they slowly learn. They're bound to follow the same old, detours. And they're bound to stumble."

"Compared to them, Mr. House has a complete understanding of pre-war American society. He is the very history of the pre-war era, which has already destroyed two hundred years of history. He is familiar with how society worked, and he even participated in its construction. He is a true elite, but he is also old. He does not fear the loss of power, as his lifespan is nearing its end. He can only do his utmost to use the resources and technology at his disposal to realize America's revival."

"Whether the Postman's desire is motivated by spiritual needs and a sense of responsibility for revival, or a thirst for power—as House's spokesperson, managing the three major families in Las Vegas and engaging in conversation with other factions—or a desire for a better life—there's no place more comfortable than the presidential suite in the best casino in Las Vegas. I really don't see how the Postman could refuse."

[Sounds like this guy is quite great? Commander, are you willing to work with him?] 416 nodded after listening.

"Maybe it can be considered great. The greatness of his goals has nothing to do with whether he has done anything rubbish. At best, we have a cooperative relationship, just like the cooperation with Irons, we can only be regarded as allies. As for his successor? Well, I hope he can find the next suitable candidate. I won't worry about him." Sun Yang looked out the window. The night of Mojave was about to come, and the temperature began to drop.

And the outskirts of the gambling city New Vegas, Liberty City, is already within sight.

150 Free City! Here we come!

Surrounding this magical pre-war city of New Vegas, more and more people who cannot enter but want to rely on New Vegas to make a living have settled nearby.

Even if you are rejected by Mr. House's robots, you can still find a place to live nearby. Mr. House's casino is not that large, and there are many high-rise buildings and houses outside the casino that are still intact but uninhabited.

After all, this place was well built before the war, and the nuclear bomb did not cause much damage, so naturally a considerable number of buildings were preserved.

These places were then occupied by people who were attracted there. As more and more people came here, they began to spontaneously form communities and live together.

Soon, immigrants from NCR arrived here, along with NCR gangs, mercenaries trying their luck, smugglers of unknown origin, spies from other forces, and so on. All kinds of people wanted to flock to New Vegas.

Most of them were stopped outside, while some chose to stay nearby, living their lives while figuring out how to get into New Vegas.

Surrounding New Vegas, a vast area, constantly renovated and rebuilt by the wastelanders, is known as "Free City." Through countless renovations and improvements, this area has gradually evolved into a structure based primarily on pre-war high-rise buildings, supplemented by various later additions like tin houses, sky houses, and tin walkways.

When night falls, the Liberty City lights up with twinkling lights, but this light is always overshadowed by the neon lights of New Vegas in the city center.

But even so, the free city is still very lively at night. This free city is always so disorderly and full of enthusiasm and passion.

The main reason Liberty City is like this is because there's no one responsible for maintaining order and law. The NCR is difficult to control, and the Legion can't reach it. House doesn't care either, he only cares about his own affairs in New Vegas.

As soon as things get out of hand, the robot army will rush out and use their machine guns and pliers to let the troublemakers know who is the master here.

Because of this, the scale of the fighting was generally restrained. No one wanted to be wiped out by the robot army. Fighting in secret was better than being killed.

If anything, there's only one group here called the Elvis Faction trying to maintain order, but it's not very effective.

Most of the time, Liberty City is rife with all kinds of crime, from drug trafficking to illegal underground black markets and even murders. Even NCR's Chamber of Commerce and arms suppliers have built a company headquarters on the outskirts of Liberty City, taking advantage of the chaos and business opportunities here.

"But to be honest, this Liberty City is different from what I imagined. There are a lot more people, and the place is so much bigger..." When Sun Yang was about to reach Liberty City, he signaled 9, who was driving, to stop, and he observed the city through a telescope.

Like ants parasitizing an old building, people wandered around the Free City in search of opportunity and shelter.

"White zone, green zone, yellow zone?" 9 made a simple classification according to New Vegas, Liberty City, and the area outside Liberty City.

"Yeah, pretty much the same. The buildings in the Green Zone probably aren't this dilapidated, but the functions and environment are pretty much the same. Honestly, it reminds me of a lot of things I encountered in Berlin. Honestly, they're somewhat similar. Forget it, let's go to Silver Impact first and buy the energy weapons there, and then we can talk about meeting House."

"Mr. House should have the technology to make energy weapons, right? It's impossible that this technology was developed after the nuclear war." 9 felt that this was a bit unnecessary.

"Free weapons are a waste if you don't take them, and it's best to prepare some of these technological reserves. In short, this difficult task is left to you. Here is the task list and bottle caps." Sun Yang got out of the car at the gate of the Free City and threw the resources needed for procurement into the car.

Bottle caps are something that requires no technical skills, and you can easily punch out a large number of them. As long as Sun Yang needs them, he can produce thousands of bottle caps in a few minutes.

"Commander, what are you doing?" 416 looked confused.

"Didn't you say you wanted to visit Liberty City and Casino? You wouldn't be able to relax with me around. It's a good opportunity for me to go meet the others. Here, bring the money. After shopping, you can play as you please. Meet at my place before 404 o'clock tomorrow morning." Sun Yang waved his hand and let go play by himself.

"What about the safety issue?" 416 asked. After all, his commander only had a relatively high panel, but he would still die if he was shot by several guns.

"I'll pull out M14, and she just needs to follow me. You guys just have fun. You've worked hard these past few days," Sun Yang thought for a moment, and worried that the dolls didn't have enough money, he pulled out a few bundles of counterfeit NCR currency. Ariana had already scanned this currency and uploaded the data, so it was easy for the base to counterfeit it. "This should be enough for you to have fun."

"Huh? Really?" Even 45 was stunned. His commander was truly unpredictable.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you guys still standing there for? This is our holiday! Come on! Let's go into the city and play!" G11 was the first to react. She waved her fist and was the first to react.

"Oh! Well said, G11! Liberty City! And New Vegas! Here we come!" 9 shouted, driving towards the gate. However, their appearance caused a burst of exclamations from the surrounding locals.

There aren't many drivable cars these days. People in Mojave know cars, but most of them are scrap metal on the roadside. Either they have no gas or their engines have long been broken.

Even vehicles powered by nuclear fusion generators would have been scrapped long ago. Even if they were said to last a hundred years, it was two hundred years after the nuclear war, so there was no way they were still drivable. So a drivable car like this was a real novelty in Liberty City.

"Hey! Stop blocking the way! Let us in!" 9 waved the submachine gun in his hand and shouted a few words to the security guard at the gate of Liberty City. The stunned security guard hurriedly made way.

Fortunately, the city gate is big enough. After all, the Free City has a fairly abundant trade network. And because this place uses the pre-war ruins, there is still a lot of open space left on the road, so not a single car can't get in.

An electric vehicle carrying a large amount of counterfeit currency and four excited humanoids rushed into the Free City in a swaggering manner, and soon became the new night talk in the city.

Sun Yang, on the other hand, was quite low-key. He found a place to shake out the M14 and rushed to several familiar places. In addition to the Silver Shock, there were several more important places he had to visit.

151 Aliana's Action Report (Part )

Before Team 404 entered the Free City and Sun Yang ran off to do some stealthy work, there was a humanoid figure that had been active in the wasteland for a long time.

Aliana was neither anxious nor impatient. She had been following the postman for a while and had gradually adapted to the style of Postman No. 6.

While Commander Sun Yang knocked out several people and sent humanoids and drones to dig holes in the Madre Casino, Postman No. 6 was running around in Novak, taking care of all the miscellaneous matters in the place.