I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

When Sun Yang arrived here, New Vegas was already dark. After such a long time, it was already around 11 o'clock in the evening.

Most gamblers naturally want to stay up late, but Benny wouldn't do that, would he? Anyway, I can't call anyone now, so I'll stay invisible the whole time and wait for you to go back to bed.

Sun Yang thought to himself that while the drunk gambler came in to use the restroom, he slipped out of the restroom sideways and walked to the bar in a carefree manner.

Benny seemed to have sensed something intuitively, but he just raised his head and looked around, then continued to drink and smoke.

M14, far away, was having a blast. Using her humanoid's powerful visual module, she modeled the roulette wheel and sphere before her, creating a digital model and running the data on Griffin's server.

As a result, she lost a lot of chips only when she started collecting data. From the fifth hand onwards, she had good luck and won several times in the all-in bet, which doubled her chips.

"Haha! This is destiny!" M14 grabbed a passing waiter and gulped down a large glass of beer.

It was a bit noisy, but it blended in well. Sun Yang asked M14 to wait downstairs. If anything happened, she could take action directly on the first floor to avoid having both of them squeezed upstairs.

Time ticked by, and after about half an hour, Benny finally couldn't stand it anymore. He yawned, cut off the burning end of his cigar, put it in his pocket, and swaggered towards the elevator to the penthouse suite.

This was the moment he was waiting for. Sun Yang stretched his legs and stood at the elevator door first. When the elevator came down and opened, he followed Benny in.

Benny didn't realize that someone was staring at him so close. When the elevator reached the top floor, Benny walked towards his room and opened the door.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Yang looked around and saw that there was no one else around. He then took out his invisible staff and shot it at Benny's head.

158 Finished the work

A powerful dark blue soul arrow flashed from the top of the staff and shot through Benny's head at the door. The remaining power directly hit the opposite wall, leaving a hole.

This spell has the same destructive power as a heavy machine gun.

Although he hadn't noticed it before, Sun Yang recently discovered that when he actually cast a spell, there weren't that many strange sound effects, no loud "BIU~" sound. Of course, there were still some noises when it hit the ground or stone.

Basically, the noise when casting a spell is very small, so small that Sun Yang himself is not aware of it. This characteristic is very suitable for assassinations that require a quiet environment.

This probably explains why in the game, when you cast spells from behind monsters, they don't react at all. How can something that can't hear react? Thank you so much, FS Company.

Sun Yang took a few steps forward, hugged Benny's body, and sent it directly back to the Griffin Oasis headquarters in the KENSHI world. After all, Benny's soul had been absorbed by Sun Yang, and a soulless corpse could be tossed around as he pleased.

Sun Yang moved quickly, without missing or making a sound, and even before the blood started flowing from Benny's forehead, he walked in, closing the door behind him, and walked past the classical wooden chairs and the table neatly arranged with wine bottles and cigarettes, then cast a repair magic on the wall.

The time on the wall went back a few minutes, returning to the state it was in without the hole.

From now on, no one will know where Benny went, and there will be no clues left here. This scene is not to cover up the traces, but to restore the entire place to its original state.

"Commander, we found these things on this guy." The humanoid on duty in the warehouse area today stripped Benny's body and found the pistol, cigar, and platinum chip inside.

Come to think of it, in English, the words "chip" and "chip" seem to be the same. Mr. House, who needed a chip upgrade, created four gambling areas with a large number of casino chips.

Should we say he has a unique sense of humor, or is it that he misses the chip too much? Sun Yang thought wildly and moved the chip to his own room in the base to prevent it from being lost.

As for the other stuff, just clean it up casually and put it in the compost. Sun Yang no longer wanted to see Benny's face.

He continued walking deeper into the room. In what looked like a bedroom, a wall was directly chiseled open. After following the chiseled wall and turning several corners inward, Sun Yang arrived at a place that looked like a workshop.

It was a square robot standing there, with a somewhat strange smiling face on the screen.

This is Mr. Nice Guy. A robot that can provide ideas as long as it is fed with data, and is also jokingly called the bottom line by players.

After all, in the original game, players can kill everyone they see without having to worry about getting stuck or being unable to pass the level.

The Good Man machine is designed to be indestructible (each machine has a random backup code), and it will never fight back, never get angry, and even cheer when it sees you kill someone.

As long as there are robot security guards, they can be refreshed onto new robots and put on standby again. At the same time, it can indeed help players completely control the entire New Vegas.

That’s right, Mr. Nice Guy is such an outrageous existence. These problems were taken into consideration when designing this machine and it was designed very early on.

So Sun Yang took out a scanner and scanned the guy's hard drive, then swung his magic sword.

"Ah! Ah! Who! Who is attacking me!" The Good Man robot was spinning in place, but Sun Yang directly cut off its two hose arms and then cut off the chassis, forcing the Good Man to fall to the ground and unable to move.

"Hey! I get it. You're invisible, right? I'm Mr. Nice Guy. I can answer any questions for you. What do you want to know? I can answer them for you!" Mr. Nice Guy didn't seem anxious at all and was still promoting himself.

"Besides, attacking me directly will be useless. If your actions can put out the fire, then please attack with all your strength. My code is backed up at every node in the network, and once it stops working, the data can be recovered and a new security machine can be occupied. Your behavior is actually meaningless." Mr. Nice Guy continued to answer questions and provide advice.

Mr. Good Man's programming algorithm is very interesting. If studied thoroughly, it can greatly optimize the decision-making speed of the humanoids. This is something worth learning.

But Sun Yang didn't like the rest of it. It wasn't a good idea to always listen to a machine's advice.

So, don't use this kind of thing from the beginning. If you can't think of a suitable plan, then don't think of it. If you always rely on precise calculations and advice, sooner or later you will become a fool who can't live without advice.

"Antonina, prepare to shield the signal. I'm going to send Mr. Good over now. I have cut off its wireless data transmission module, but you must be extremely careful when conducting research." Sun Yang ignored the inquiries and suggestions of Mr. Good, dismantled it as much as possible, and also sent it to the special scientific research area of ​​the Oasis.

The suggestion system is unnecessary, but the quick decision-making and analysis system is excellent. If the humanoids' mental systems can be made more advanced, then this research is somewhat necessary.

After doing all this, Sun Yang remained invisible, walked out of the room openly, took the elevator directly to the first floor, and returned to the bathroom.

The nearby bodyguards were just feeling a bit strange, wondering if there was something wrong with the elevator, as it had descended to the first floor without anyone pressing the button. They gathered a few people together to ponder the situation, discussing the need to find a mechanic to inspect it.

[Commander, are you back?] M14 sent a message with thousands of bottle caps in his pocket.

"Well, getting ready to go," Sun Yang said briefly. He decloaked himself in the restroom cubicle and left like a constipated guest. M14, after randomly giving his chips to the right people, also hurried away.

Benny's surprise here is an unexpected surprise. After getting the platinum chip, he should be able to gain a considerable advantage in his subsequent communication with Mr. House.

Sun Yang returned to the hotel with his M14 and retrieved the equipment that Team 404 had left there. Although analyzing and researching these technologies would take a long time, Sun Yang wasn't in a hurry and could just wait.

Sun Yang had originally planned to meet with Mr. House the next day to discuss future matters, perhaps even a fight. Now, he wasn't in a rush anymore; he could just see how anxious Mr. House was. On his own, he decided to first contact the Apocalypse Followers he had originally planned to meet.

159 Go meet the followers of Apocalypse

Sun Yang, M14, and several members of 404 temporarily settled in the Free City of New Vegas. He needed local information to observe Mr. House's activities.

About two weeks had passed since Benny was killed, and the news of his disappearance finally leaked out, and rumors were everywhere in the casino and on the streets.

Some say he was assassinated, others say he betrayed House and has now fled New Vegas, planning to hide in the Mojave Desert. There are even those who say Benny was assassinated and must have vanished from the face of the earth.

The number of robotic security guards on the streets doubled, but they showed no sign of conducting forced searches. New Vegas was a city heavily reliant on commerce; if tourists and NCR soldiers stopped spending money, New Vegas would quickly become a deserted city.

Oasis Base successfully deciphered Mr. House's encrypted communications by dismantling Mr. Nice Guy's module.

Judging from the intercepted information, Mr. House is now spending money on a large scale, mobilizing a large number of adventurers and private detectives in Liberty City to find Benny's whereabouts, and the President's Gang is also in turmoil.

Such a large-scale mobilization had a significant impact on Liberty City. However, Mr. House still used his superb diplomatic skills and mechanical security to effectively control the security situation in the gambling district.

After Team 404 received new bottle caps from Sun Yang, they began to move freely in the Free City to find out if there was any information worth paying attention to.

Although House's robots can collect information, his intelligence network has now devoted all its energy to finding Benny and ignores other information and clues.

Unable to use Mr. House's intelligence network for free, Sun Yang could only let the 404s gather intelligence while they played in New Vegas. After all, most people who came here were there to have fun, and if you didn't play, you wouldn't be able to get any useful information.

The commotion in the city had nothing to do with this unremarkable duo. When 404 had previously brought in a batch of weapons, it had attracted a number of people to come and monitor them.

But after 404 came out of the hotel with several large boxes and drove around the city, the surveillance disappeared. Any fool could tell that the bags contained hidden weapons, ready to be smuggled out.

Although the entire city was in turmoil, the key was to wait until he felt more anxious. After finishing his meal at the hotel, Sun Yang strolled out, M14 following closely behind. After strolling around the streets, he found an empty warehouse, dumped boxes of medical supplies on the ground, and then headed to the nearby Mormon Fort.

In Liberty City, there exists an organization that can be considered the most impeccable in all of Fallout. Its name is: Followers of the Apocalypse, or perhaps even the Followers of Doom.

Although the name sounds like some kind of extreme religious force or an organization that worships the atomic bomb, it is actually a loose organization whose mission is to spread various useful knowledge as much as possible and to heal others.

To put it in terms that people in the wasteland can understand, it means replacing half of the Brotherhood of Steel's military technology with agricultural and medical technology, and reversing its attitude.

This faction's headquarters in Mojave is located in New Vegas, and they have occupied an ancient Mormon fort as their base. In the past few days, Sun Yang has been coming here from time to time to build good relations with the followers of Apocalypse in the Mormon fort.

Everyone in Liberty City knew about this organization, so they unanimously forbade attacking it. Furthermore, anyone who managed to escape alive would not be allowed to enter and be hunted down. This was a kind of unspoken rule.

The Apocalypse Followers' inherent power structure meant that there weren't many armed forces in this place. There were only a few guards responsible for holding down drug and alcohol addicts, and beating down those who came looking for trouble.

After Sun Yang opened the fortress's gate, he discovered layers of tents and deeper buildings. Dozens of men and women in white coats moved back and forth between the tents, many of whom were filled with alcoholics, drug addicts, and those injured in fights.

The Followers of the Apocalypse's medical facilities are free to most. The only ones not allowed in are the Dynamite Gang, Caesar's Legion, and the Demon Gang. However, these people can't enter Liberty City either. They are hostile to the NCR, and the NCR army is stationed not far to the south, with nearly a thousand troops and direct subway access to New Vegas. These people only come here when they're full.

So they rely heavily on gifts and trades from outsiders. They will try to dissuade people from continuing to drink, but they also know that many people say they won't drink so much again, but in fact they may pass out on the street in two days.

If you come here and need help and treatment, these people will bandage you for free and give you an injection of painkiller.

If they want to buy supplies for the journey, they still have to spend money. Their trading behavior is mainly to better spread knowledge and help others.

If nothing else, Sun Yang had to help them just because they wanted to spread knowledge and help others in the wasteland. This organization was truly a holy organization, the light of human civilization.

"Welcome back, Sun Yang." The leader of the Apocalypse followers greeted Sun Yang. Sun Yang had been coming to him frequently these past few days, and he had become quite familiar with him.

The main reason was that Sun Yang would send a large amount of scarce medical supplies here. Apocalypse followers, adhering to their creed, would definitely help those who came for help, so many people came for treatment, and supplies were always scarce.

"Good morning, everything is ready at the usual place. Just send someone to get it. Is there anything else you need?"

"Well, to be honest, everything is in short supply. But I can't ask for anything more from you. But you have been sending things these days, do you need anything?" The leader of the weather followers felt a little sorry for having been sent supplies for so long in vain.

There is no such thing as a free lunch; this is a universal truth. The leader of the Apocalypse followers pushed his glasses, ready to face Sun Yang's challenging request.

Well, to be honest, I don't have any real needs. This is just a small favor offered by you because you're such good people.

Just ask Ains to send these medical supplies over. He is willing to be the scapegoat anyway.

After all, Sun Yang had killed all the investors and executives of the companies that controlled the pharmaceutical market, and Irons had taken over these companies. He didn't need to pay a high price, he could produce it himself, and everything would be ready after just one run of the assembly line.

"Yes, I remember there is a store opened by a follower of Apocalypse nearby. They seem to have magical implant technology? I want to learn that technology. In exchange, I will provide these supplies for one month." Sun Yang thought about it and decided to take the technology.

"Learn? That's good, of course, but these technologies require you to have a strong basic science..." The followers of Apocalypse don't care much about blocking knowledge. It's too stupid to block the knowledge of farming, smelting, and flood control.

"It doesn't matter, just let me take a look at those books." After Sun Yang finished speaking, the leader of Apocalypse's followers agreed immediately.

160 Determine your goals

Two weeks had passed. A month had passed since Benny's disappearance. Mr. House had finally calmed down and started to reorganize his own life.

Postman No. 6 is happily running errands and completing tasks, while the progress of the Palette Team's journey to the Brotherhood of Steel has changed somewhat. The inner circle assassin Christine says that she can't find Veronica and wants to go directly to the bunker.

It doesn't matter if you didn't find it or not. After all, these two are a lesbian couple in the original game, so they probably didn't want to involve their romantic partners. It doesn't matter, it's just a small incident. You two are not important, what matters is the Brotherhood of Steel.

This situation is, in a sense, the best. Sun Yang has been thinking about what he should do for the world.

Naturally, the primary goal has always been to gather powerful technology, arm the humanoids, and when ready, return to Girls' Frontline's world to change the timeline. Although there's no telling what will happen after pressing that button, as long as you're powerful enough, changing your destiny is completely possible.

But apart from that, there are things he can do - things that ordinary people want to do but can't do.

Although it may sound like meddling in other people's business, everyone has their own noble-sounding pursuits, and Sun Yang also has such pursuits.

"Sure enough, no matter how long I think about it, I still can't stand these people. What pre-war elites and two-headed bull tycoons, I think they should all go to hell." Sun Yang looked at the platinum chips in the base, and then looked at the glamorous NCR tycoons who came here from outside the Free City.

Farther away, the legion soldiers were hanging several people on the cross and bleeding them to death according to their laws, and then enslaving several others and dragging them back to the camp.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still really want to do it. But if I really do it, it will feel terrible.

Is there any organization that is more reliable, at least after you have killed enough people, it will not let the people who are united be destroyed in minutes?

Although Sun Yang wanted to wipe out all these idiots, the wasteland was not like the previous world. In the previous world, Ains was reliable and had a large number of troops. This world... had a smaller population and a very harsh environment.

NCR is no good, the Legion is even worse off, and House? If it were before, Sun Yang might choose to help House because of his impression, but after seeing that New Vegas really has nothing but casinos, Sun Yang also chose to give up House.

Regardless, as a de facto ruler, if he doesn't feed and protect the people under his rule, he's derelict in his duty. Sun Yang thought this standard was already very low, but it seemed no organization in this place could meet it.

The big forces each have their own notorious places, and the forces that have a say are either xenophobic or...still xenophobic.

Even though he holds such a powerful thing in his hands, he has no idea how to change the current situation.

After all, Sun Yang really doesn't understand operations. He is probably only good at selecting one faction from a bunch of messy factions, killing the rest of the factions, and then pulling out the guy who makes him angry and killing him.

A simple and easy way to repair branches. Only someone like Sun Yang, who has no political acumen, could come up with this method.

"Is there no such good person? Forget it, I should deliver something to the followers of Apocalypse today... Hmm? Followers of Apocalypse?" Sun Yang muttered to himself at the name for a while.

I'm afraid that's not going to work. Their organization is more like a loose group of good people formed by miracles. The entire organization's combat effectiveness is basically the same as that of bandits, and the death of any member who carries knowledge is a huge loss.

Speaking of which, their relationship with NCR isn't great, is it? It seemed like it was good before, but now it's not so good anymore.

After much deliberation, it seems most appropriate to take action against NCR.

Over the past few days, based on the intelligence gathered by Team 404 while playing outside, Sun Yang had finally figured out why the followers of Apocalypse, who used to love NCR, now dislike it completely. At least that's what the locals and those who came from NCR to make a living said.

There are so many shortcomings that can be listed about NCR. It is simply that they have not learned much of the good things, but have learned all the bad things, and they are corrupting very quickly.

The president does not understand the grassroots and is daydreaming all day long, issuing random policies and expanding recklessly. The upper echelons are corrupt, inactive, shirking responsibility, and do not know how to employ people, which puts the capable middle-level managers in an awkward situation, and the grassroots soldiers are working themselves to death and have no desire to fight.

The serious bureaucracy in NCR also greatly hindered the efficiency of operations. Supplies were not provided to places where they were needed, and reinforcements were not provided to places where they were needed.

They couldn't patrol the places they were supposed to protect and the places they were supposed to patrol. There were too few soldiers and they didn't dare go out. Sometimes they couldn't even clear out the bandits outside the door.

At the same time, NCR's tax rate is very high, and they impose heavy taxes on the towns under their governance, almost draining people's pockets.

While the NCR's upper echelons are corrupt, administratively inefficient, heavily taxed, and overextended, resulting in weakness, their mid-level ranks are capable but resistant to change. At the very least, they are far superior to Caesar's authoritarian slave army, and far superior to House's complete lack of infrastructure and reliance on commerce.