Wasteland Code Survival

? It was the private army of the Casso Consortium that attacked the Iron Cross training camp. This is a medium-sized consortium whose territory is located in the southwest of the City of Steel. It is also one of the most frequent conflicts with the mutual aid society.

"These grandchildren, finally can't help it!" The old man punched the table with a fist, "They must have not left the training camp yet, they directly bombed him with the missiles on the aircraft carrier!"

"No, you can't use missiles." Luo Xiang immediately rejected the old bastard's proposal.

"Why? Lao Luo, these guys are already riding on our heads and shit, can you still bear it?" the old man said angrily.

"This is not a question that can't bear it. To be honest, I want to kill them more than you... But the problem is that the number of missiles on the aircraft carrier is limited. We can't waste precious resources on this... if The other party has already withdrawn from the training camp? There are so many forces around us eyeing our steel city. Once the aircraft carrier runs out of missiles, do you think they will have any scruples?"

"Lao Luo, you just think too much about everything, mother-in-law is like a woman!"

"Otherwise, I will bring the mobile team over first. If they are still there, I will send a signal to call for missile strike. If the other party retreats, we will make another plan." The dumb tank said suddenly.

"..." Luo Xiang thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, but be careful. If you are found, you should evacuate immediately. Don't fall in love with it. The other party is clearly prepared this time and sent an attack. Whether it is equipment or scale, it is certainly not comparable to those past skirmishes."

"I know." Boring Can nodded and walked out of the meeting room.

The mobile squad is an emergency elite squad selected from the Knights of the Iron Cross. The total number of the team is only 30. Except for the captain with the third-level strength of Botan, the others are all second-level evolutionaries, and They are all equipped with nuclear-powered locomotives previously provided by the Cheng’s consortium. With this high-speed locomotive, the mobile team can reach any place in the Mutual Aid Society’s territory in just ten minutes. It also relied on the assistance of the mobile team to reduce the losses caused by the conflict to the lowest possible level.

"It would be great if the guy in 9527 was here now. With him, how can these influential trash consortiums dare to attack our city of steel!" The old man grabbed a can of beer on the table and pulled the tab. He poured half of the pot into his stomach.

"Damn, this trash beer is terrible, sour and astringent, and it's not damn steamy yet!"

Only halfway through the drink, the old man smashed the beer can out forcefully. The metal can immediately deformed when it touched the concrete floor, and all the remaining liquor inside was sprayed out.

Luo Xiang knew that the old bastard was just venting his own dissatisfaction...Although the beer produced by the city of steel is not as good as the old products, it has always been the most old bastard before this. One of my favorite drinks.

"Old bastard, I know you are aggrieved. We are all the same during this time... I also really want the boss to come back, but... It's ugly, we don't even know if he is still alive."

The old man sat on the chair, bent over, dropped his head between his knees, and fell into silence.

"Boss... is he really alive?"

"I don't know... But anyway, this mutual aid association and this city of steel are the foundation he left for us. I must not let this foundation be ruined in my own hands, so every one of me Decisions must be made cautiously... Old bastards, we are no longer the kind of bachelors who were fed by one person and the whole family was not hungry. Look at this city. There are hundreds of thousands of people in it. Their fate and life and death are all in Between our thoughts, you have to learn to be mature."

"I know I know, but that group of bastards killed hundreds of our brothers half an hour ago! You know, now the main brain has completely turned this virtual program into a game of death, and there are many of them. There is no chance of resurrection, do you know? If you die here, you are really dead!"

"Of course I fucking know!" Luo Xiang finally broke out, shouting at the old bastard, "Not only do I know that they are dead, I fucking also know the next goal of the gangsters of the Caso Consortium. This is the city of steel... but this is war! Not hunting monsters! Not even gangster fights! You can only hit your head with blood!"

"Then you say...what the hell should I do?" Seeing Luo Xiang's anger, the old man also wilted and said weakly.

"Wait, wait for the news from the stuffy pot. Believe me, if I had the opportunity to kill those bastards, I would definitely not save missiles." Luo Xiang's tone also eased slightly.

When the two of them were arguing, the garbled characters were always shrunk in the corner of the meeting room, holding a big paper bag that could hide her entire upper body in his arms, and constantly taking out various kinds of things from the paper bag. Feasting on food-in addition to eating, the little girl who doesn’t speak too much seems to have no other hobbies. Regarding the dispute between Luo Xiang and the old man, she is as if she hadn’t seen it, and she took care of herself. Chew on the sauced pig's feet in your hand.

"Old Luo, how many guided missiles do we have?" The old man glanced at the garbled code, then glanced at Luo Xiang and asked.

"There are five remaining, and two of them have a faulty guidance system. To be precise, there are only three missiles we can use." Luo Xiang sighed and replied.

At this moment, the ear-piercing siren suddenly sounded, and Luo Xiang and the old man immediately jumped up from their seats—they thought the City of Steel had been attacked for the first time, but soon they discovered The siren did not come from the city of steel... but from the sky above!

"It's the mastermind! Is it... the difficulty level of the game world has to be raised again?" Luo Xiang frowned tightly. The mastermind rarely makes full server announcements in the "Wasteland Survival Code", but as soon as it is released, then It must not be good news.

"Dear players of "Wasteland Survival Code", please note that due to the upgrade of the program architecture, "Wasteland Survival Code" will enter a 96-hour shutdown for maintenance. During this time, the game All data in the game will be frozen and all players will be forcibly kicked off the line. However, we will give each player 96 hours of game time as a compensation to ensure that there will be no players due to downtime and maintenance. The account is cancelled when the time is reached."

"Now there are still twenty seconds before the shutdown for maintenance."

"Shutdown...maintenance?" Luo Xiang was stunned. This term can be said to be common in online games in the old age, but in his impression, it seems to have been used since the day when the "Wasteland Survival Code" was launched. It has never been shut down for maintenance.

The previous few game content updates, even large-scale changes such as world difficulty level upgrades, were basically completed online. Luo Xiang always thought that this game never needs to be shut down for maintenance...()

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