I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

A retired Ranger said that the NCR recruits who had been visiting him suddenly stopped coming, and he wanted the Postman to help. Postman No. 6 immediately set out to solve the problem.

A family near the western mountains is also worried. They say one of their two-headed cattle has been killed every midnight. They hear the horrific howling of the two-headed cattle and the sound of gunfire outside. They dare not go out to see, but they are almost dying of worry.

So Postman No. 6 simply squatted nearby until midnight. The one who came to slaughter the cow was a blue-skinned mutant who ran over stealthily with a machine gun.

When Ariana was listening to the intelligence, she learned from Sun Yang that the blue-skinned mutants were addicted to the mysterious potion called Invisibility Boy, which had basically damaged their brains.

It is not surprising that this mutant would do something as mysterious as driving a recording of a two-headed bull's howling and then shooting the bull.

Postman No. 6 thought it was impossible that there was only one blue-skinned mutant, so he continued searching along the road for a while and found a rocket base with many crazy zombies and blue-skinned mutants.

The blue mutants thought there were a large number of invisible guys here, but a few days ago, a ghoul religious group claiming to be followers of light was stationed here. A battle broke out between them, and the blue mutants sent one person to find supplies, but the mutant sent out was not very smart, so he made a lot of weird moves.

After some thought, several people rushed in and killed all the unconscious blue-skinned mutants - although in the eyes of Cass and Postman No. 6, it was not easy to find mutants quickly.

But the EDE eyeball robots they carry are not troubled by invisibility, and Ariana can accurately see the location of these mutants by activating another visual module.

The final result was that the hostile blue mutants were killed, and the ghouls were saved. The ghouls, in exchange for a few hundred bottle caps, asked Postman Six to gather resources to power the rocket. These followers of light believed that the ground was too dangerous, so they had to take a rocket into outer space.

Because they were all ghouls, the radiation and oxygen-deficient environment of outer space were no problem for them. The Sixth Postman Squad immediately went to retrieve these creatures and watched them launch themselves into outer space.

The result was that the rockets ran out of thrust halfway through their flight and crashed into the distant mountains, sending up a shower of sparks. They were simply too old to sustain long-term flight.

"Okay, just think of it as watching a fireworks display." Postman No. 6, feeling a little regretful, did not have much psychological fluctuation. He just did it for fun at that time.

Then, the last mission here came to them.

The man who was in charge of nighttime watch and guarding had his wife taken as a slave by Caesar's legions and had apparently died tragically. The guard was unwilling to reveal the details, only wanting to kill the man who had tricked his wife out of the town.

The guard asked Postman No. 6 to ask around and find out who might be the human trafficker here, because she and her team are all from outside the area and might be a breakthrough point.

After asking around, Postman No. 6 decided everyone was suspicious. The people in this town were all eccentric and aloof toward outsiders. The only person who spoke enthusiastically was Jenny Mae Crawford, the innkeeper.

There was no other way, so Postman No. 6 relied on his own experience to reverse-engineer a hypothesis.

"Anyone doing business will definitely remember to keep a receipt. I don't think there's anyone in this town who can enforce a verbal agreement with force, so there must be a written receipt as a guarantee."

"This kind of document must be hidden in a very important place, so we'd better check the safes in various places." Postman No. 6 said reasonably.

"Wait a minute. You call that an inspection? Aren't you just stealing?" Cass retorted directly.

"You're here, so after we finish checking, just watch me throw the things back and lock them up. As long as I don't take them, it won't count as stealing, and the person involved won't find out." Postman No. 6's words made Cass's blood pressure rise.

"Do we have to use such a tricky method?" Although Cass is not a very civilized person, his level of character is indeed not low.

"Cas, this is about cracking down on human traffickers! How can we solve the problem if we only focus on these trivial things? People who stick to the bottom line are certainly powerful, but I can't stick to the bottom line and catch the hidden human traffickers at the same time!" Postman No. 6 gave a bunch of strange reasons again.

"Okay, but don't take anything else. Unless you can prove that the man is the trafficker. Ariana, what about you? What do you think?"

"My moral bottom line is very flexible. As long as the goal is correct and the means do not cause too much loss to non-enemy parties, it's fine." Ariana really doesn't care about this.

"Okay! Then let's go to the hotel in this town tonight. I saw the sunken safe at first sight. Ariana, I'll leave it to you to open the safe. Cass and I will be in charge of guarding outside." Postman No. 6 quickly told his plan.

"That's weird. How can you help others and pry into their safe without any hesitation?" Cass found it hard to understand the divisive behavior of Postman No. 6.

"Because this is a flexible moral bottom line. Hurry up, let's take action tonight." Postman No. 6 quoted Ariana's words.

So that evening, Postman No. 6 took Ariana and Cas to the hotel reception door. The postman quickly pried open the padlock on the door and handed the electronic safe inside to Ariana, who was good at tinkering with robots.

Oh, what a hassle. Although this kind of electronic lock can be opened by simply disconnecting and reconnecting the internal components, it is very simple, but the thought of opening multiple blind boxes makes Ariana want to slack off.

Speaking of which, when did that postman learn to pick locks? It seems like he's only ever picked locks a few times. Honestly, that's pretty weird.

It took a few seconds to reset the electronic lock, and Ariana rummaged around inside, indeed finding a receipt.

The general meaning is that Caesar's Legion bought the ownership and sales rights of Carla Boone from the innkeeper for a total of one thousand bottle caps, and an additional five hundred bottle caps for her unborn child. As long as the child survives, the extra five hundred bottle caps will be paid.

152 Aliana's Action Report (Part )

Below are some things like disclaimers and terms, written very formally, as if it were a product. The signature is a very Roman-style name.

It looked like the innkeeper. Following the instructions of Postman No. 6 and Cas, Ariana searched the safe, put everything in her backpack, and left with the receipt.

What happened next was up to Ariana to watch the postman's performance. She rushed directly into the innkeeper's house, knocked him unconscious, and then carried him all the way outside.

Guard Boone, who had been lying in ambush, shot Postman No. 6 in the head as soon as he put her on the ground, causing her to die instantly without knowing anything.

"Today is another day for doing good deeds." Postman No. 6 murmured to herself. She showed the receipt to Boone, and then pinned the evidence directly to the body with a few pins so that passers-by could see it.

When Cass learned that this boss was working with Caesar's Legion and was a damned human trafficker, his attitude immediately changed. This town has no NCR soldiers to protect it; it relies solely on the locals' relaxed vigilance. You kidnapped someone and used them as a human trafficker. You deserve the death penalty.

Getting a fair trial was impossible; there weren't enough people in this place. And as sheriff, Boone completed the review and execution, so there probably wasn't anything wrong with that.

In contrast, Aliana quickly divided the spoils into several portions and gave them to their respective team members for safekeeping.

After guard Boone shot the innkeeper, he wanted to wander around alone, but Postman No. 6 suddenly appeared and tried hard to invite Boone to join his team.

However, Postman No. 6 was too dumb to speak, and despite all his talk, the other party remained silent. Guard Boone then frowned at the group of three women and one machine before him.

"My wife just died. Sorry, I don't want to hang around in a team like yours. Here's your reward, take it." Boone took out three hundred bottle caps and stuffed them into the hands of Postman No. 6. Then he quickly returned to his room, packed up his things and ran away.

Cass and Postman No. 6 also got active and slipped away from the town quietly.

"Why did he flee, and why should we flee too? Don't we have evidence?" Ariana asked. Aren't there any NCR people here? There shouldn't be any problem enforcing the law against human traffickers.

"You know nothing. If we stay here any longer, we'll be assassinated by the terrified townspeople. No matter how stupid these people are, they will definitely link us to the missing Boone and the innkeeper whose head was blown off. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave in a few hours." Postman No. 6 explained as he led everyone out of Novak.

"But there is clearly evidence..." Ariana wanted to refute.

"What does it matter if there's evidence? What they'll remember is that you killed an old lady who hadn't been seen in ages. And the one who died was a woman they all disliked. Look at that guard, he didn't look like he had many friends either."

Postman No. 6 rarely shows her eloquence, but rather than being eloquent, she looks more like someone who has really been cheated.

"Why did that guard run away? After all, he was shot by someone he knew, and the person who did it lives nearby, most likely still living there. Do you think he can live like that? Ariana, this place isn't full of reasoning and debate. If reasoning were possible, I'd probably be even better with my tongue than my fists. Didn't you see I didn't even take out my squirt gun? If there was beer on that body, I'd be a target."

Postman No. 6 taught Ariana a lesson. She packed up all her belongings and immediately headed north.

By the time someone saw the body on the ground at daybreak, they had already left. Although Postman No. 6 had done a lot of good things here, being linked to a murder case was not a good thing.

But killing each other in the wasteland is too common, whether people die or people from other places come to settle here. After a few months, no one cares, and Postman No. 6 will come back and everything will be fine.

After running for a distance, several people slowly stopped, found a place to light a campfire, and checked the contents of their backpacks.

"That's pretty good. If we sell all these collected things, we can get about a thousand bottle caps. If we run into Caesar's commandos in the wild again, we can make another fortune." Cass seemed quite optimistic.

"Thank you so much for the warm service, Legion Assassin." Postman No. 6 didn't really care about being hunted by the Legion.

The Mojave Desert was so vast that it had all sorts of people. Furthermore, there were far more people who disliked Caesar's Legion than those who liked it. Even if they wanted to establish an intelligence network, they could only communicate regularly in certain large towns.

Aliana just quietly integrated the information she saw and knew and handed it over to the commander and the Oasis scientific research department.

Fusion engines, laser weapons, plasma weapons, and various types of nuclear batteries, from micro to medium-sized. Ariana also learned about some organizations that still had production capabilities—the pre-war factory discovered by the NCR, the Silver Shock gang, which was likely controlled by the NCR, and various Brotherhoods of Steel, though these were difficult to find. No one knew where the other factories were.

There are still people in the wasteland who can wield energy weapons, perhaps because they were so common before the war. Nuclear batteries are everywhere, and the Mr. Handy series of robots, which use nuclear fusion engines as fuel, are also everywhere in the wasteland.

In addition, NCR is issuing its own currency - although it is difficult to implement and the exchange rate is very low, it can still be used.

Caesar's Legions used coins made of different metals, and the denomination of the coin was determined by the metal content of the coin.

Either one is better than the bottle cap. After all, any normal country would definitely issue its own currency. How could it not control the right to issue currency? At least from this point of view, both Caesar's Legion and NCR have the ambition and strength to become great powers.

If there was one thing Ariana had figured out during this time, it was that Sun Yang wasn't actually the head of Oasis. The person in charge of coordinating the Oasis was a scientific research figure who had the same name as Pascal but looked nothing like him.

She was too lazy to ask why there was such a Pascal with a good figure, gentle and considerate personality. She didn't want to know too much about Griffin and Oasis.

If she thought about it too closely, it was easy to sway into the idea that the Commander had a (sexual) fantasy about Pascal, and so had created a doll with the same face as her as a wife. For the sake of peace, she decided not to ask about it.

It made no difference whether the information was sent to two people or one person. She was the one who sent the data, while Oasis and Commander Griffin were troubled by the data.

Some time later, when Postman No. 6 was still strolling through the Mojave Wasteland, the Commander received a message informing them that they were about to go to Liberty City to meet Mr. House and that they must stop Postman No. 6 and prevent her from entering the casino so quickly.

There was no need to drag it out. They didn't have enough money to enter the casino. After Ariana responded, she continued to follow Postman No. 6.

153 Team 404 bravely enters the Free City (Part )

While Ariana was happily fighting and picking up trash with Postman No. 404, Team was moving around in Liberty City with a large pile of bottle caps.

The four of them could simply say that the streets were chaotic. The safest places were the core areas controlled by the various gangs. Only in these core areas were there more people wearing uniforms and carrying weapons. The rest of the area wasn't safe even during the day, let alone at night.

The surrounding buildings didn't look renovated at all. The outside of the Liberty City looked quite desolate, but the inside was bustling as if it had returned to the pre-war era.

There are probably more people active in New Vegas and Liberty City combined than in the entire Mojave Desert.

A large number of wastelanders who are looking for opportunities and have saved enough bottle caps want to come here to get rich overnight, or simply want to have some fun.

Although most of the losers had to sell their pants to get home, there were always some lucky ones who became rich and enjoyed the luxury of New Vegas with countless bottle caps.

However, more people do not want to seek such a difficult way to get rich quickly, so they turn to seek more successful and efficient methods.

The fastest way to get rich in Liberty City is to rob.

The flamboyant 404th Squad immediately became a target for many. Not to mention the car, the four beautiful women and the guns in their hands alone were worth a fight!

As for whether they have any background or are able to drive a car on the streets, the local gangs wouldn't consider it. After robbing you, they'd just go into hiding. New Vegas and Liberty City are clearly lawless places, so no one would bother to conduct a large-scale search.

So a group of people gathered nearby as quickly as possible and chose a place to ambush.

These people started to attack when 9 was driving through a narrow section of road. They hid in an abandoned building and fired at the car windows, but these weak 9mm and .22 bullets could not penetrate the military-standard bulletproof glass.

After a series of ding-dong noises, 9 calmly turned the steering wheel in the alley, trying to back the car out.

The guns in the hands of the gangs were in very poor condition. Those who came here hoping to get rich might understand the condition of their weapons, but they had no idea how to repair them. Ninety-nine out of a hundred people could shoot a gun, but there was probably not a single one who could repair one.

The man on the opposite side holding a submachine gun jammed after firing ten bullets. The man holding the submachine gun could only rush forward while hitting the weapon in his hand hard and cursing.

The other party was a small gang of underworld forces entrenched in Liberty City, with some manpower and money. 416 could tell from their relatively neat clothes.

"Die!" 416 stuck his head out of the car, pulled out an automatic rifle and opened fire at the seven or eight people outside who were rushing towards him with submachine guns and pistols.

The high-speed bullets spewed out of the gun's muzzle killed these reckless thugs in a few seconds. 9 drove over the corpses in reverse and continued in the other direction.

"Don't these people realize that anyone who can drive in this place is not easy to deal with? I always feel that the commander treats us as bait or something." 416 was a little embarrassed.

"There's no difference. Our clothes and weapons are not camouflaged, so they are too conspicuous. We will be harassed if we carry these things around. It's safer in the car than on foot." 45 sat in the passenger seat, looking at the window on her side.

"We are here to do arms business. It is normal for local gangs to want to test us. Oh my god, why is there a landmine ahead?" Not long after 9 drove out, he saw a lot of rotten kitchen waste and plastic bags on the ground at the corner of the road.

Although this kind of garbage can be seen everywhere, the fact that there was so much of it on the road, and it was evenly distributed, immediately gave her an idea of ​​what was wrong. Based on her experience, she immediately guessed that there were mines underneath.

"Do you want to go down and defuse the bomb?" G11 prepared to get out of the car to work.

"No, no, this should be a trap. Turn on the thermal sensor." 45 turned on the thermal sensing module and scanned the surroundings. In the ruins of the building next to him, he could see obvious heat rising from below.

"They want to lure the people out of the car and then launch a surprise attack. These guys are quite smart. I'll be in charge of the left side, 45, and you'll be in charge of the right side?" 416 replaced the magazine for his gun.

"Alright, let's get this done quickly. It'll be dawn before we're done." 45 pulled a grenade from his pocket, opened the car door, and threw it into the rubble beside him. 416 also did the same on the other side.

The grenade flew through the sky and made a slight sound when it landed on the ground. When the car door opened, shouts came from inside the ruins, and several people with submachine guns and shotguns raised their weapons above their heads, leaving only the muzzles exposed, and fired at the car with faith fire.

Amidst the chaotic gunfire and dim environment, no one noticed that 45 and 416 threw out two grenades.

45 held the car door, allowing the bullets to hit the windows and door. She held the submachine gun and fired at the enemy, but soon gave up.

The opponent just showed the muzzle of a gun and fired randomly. Regardless of whether it was accurate or not, it was really safe. There was no chance that the 45 could hit anyone, and its bullets could not penetrate reinforced concrete.

Boom! Boom! Two muffled thuds followed. The continuous gunfire stopped immediately. 45 got out of the car and prepared to finish off the remaining victims.

Boom! 45's pale blue shield flickered, and a rifle bullet, about to hit her, was blocked by her shield and deflected into the asphalt road beside her. Then, a little later, the sound of gunfire arrived.

"Sister 45, there's a sniper. He's in the ruins of a building 300 meters away, on the 5th floor balcony. He's using a sniper rifle with .308 ammunition. There's no flash or figure. He seems to be a professional." 9, who was sitting in the car, immediately deduced the shooting location based on the angle of the hit.

"I told you, if some decent guys don't show up, I'm going to fall asleep. 416, you suppress the sniper on the opposite side, and I'll go around from behind and stab him in the ass." 45 sorted out his equipment, went around the back of the car and went into the alley next to it.

"Okay, leave it to me. G11, you guard the back of the car, 9, drive." 416 put down his main weapon and picked up the IMR 3D printed assault rifle that would always be complained about by the Griffin humanoids.

She opened the car door and went around to the shelter in front of the car. She first used a grenade to blow up the mine in front, dismantled the trap, and then fired short bursts at the balcony in the distance.

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out. 416 zoomed in on the visual module, constantly correcting the trajectory of the IMR assault rifle. Meanwhile, 9 slowly drove out of the enemy's line of fire. G11 got out of the car and crouched beside it, staring back with his weapon in hand.

As their vehicle continued to move, a humble oil lamp flickered rapidly in the distance. Then, the sound of dense footsteps could be heard around the vehicle.

Several ragged thugs, armed with various weapons, burst out of the alley. G11 pulled the trigger without hesitation. These men, brains damaged by alcohol and drugs, had no future. But if this robbery and the spoils were successfully divided, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

But their hope will never come true. Lacking training and tactical planning, and using inappropriate equipment, death will only catch up with them sooner or later.

These thugs, who had taken enough drugs to block out their fear and anxiety, were considered fearless and fell under the guns of G11 one after another.

They ran and fired recklessly, G11 not blinking an eye. These poisonous insects had no control over their weapons, they couldn't even hold the gun handles. Only a few bullets hit the solid rear of the car and the ground shield.

Seeing the ferocious firepower, many of the veterans who followed behind fled immediately. Others, unwilling to give up, tried to rely on the concrete rubble, shifting forward and providing cover fire. However, G11's sustained firepower was so strong that she directly hit every possible cover, forcing even these experienced fighters to retreat.

A magazine was quickly emptied, and G11 threw his empty main weapon into the car. He raised his IMR assault rifle and continued to suppress the fire in full automatic mode.