Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 228 The Threat of the Super Aircraft Carrier

Wang Kun was originally a securities investor living in Shencheng, China in the old days. When the war came, he didn't realize that the banknotes, contracts and passbooks in his hands would soon become meaningless waste paper. I didn't care that those big consortiums and companies had already started to sell all kinds of stocks under their names. Instead, they thought it was an opportunity to eat up the shares and bonds that were transferred at a low price, in an attempt to make a large sum of war fortune...

However, when the first nuclear bomb fell on the mainland of China, Wang Kun's dream of getting rich was completely shattered, and he realized that this war seemed to have far exceeded the scale he imagined.

Fortunately, in addition to those bonds and stocks that have become waste paper, he still has some gold and jewelry in his small vault. With these things as the price, he can save himself for himself before the earth is completely turned into wasteland. He and his family bought three shelter places.

Wang Kun, who has lost everything, can only be reduced to the lowest poor class in the shelter, and his weak body makes him completely unable to bear the high-intensity labor, so he can only rely on the low-income materials distributed on schedule day.

Wang Kun's newborn son died of malnutrition and various diseases one year after entering the underground shelter, and his pretty young wife also abandoned him and fell into the arms of a gang boss .

Everything seems to be so bad that it can't go any further, and Wang Kun's world is only left with darkness and despair... Countless times, Wang Kun thought of dying, and then, every time, he fell on the rusty razor blade. When he was about to slit the artery in his wrist, he would shrink back out of timidity and fear-and then continue to live with his life.

But at this moment, "Wasteland Survival Rules" appeared, and he dragged his stiff body and lay down in the game cabin... On the wasteland, the living environment is far worse than in the shelter, but maybe it is human Due to his survival instinct, Wang Kun miraculously survived and joined the newly established mutual aid association by accident.

Thanks to his previous experience as an investor, Wang Kun's status in the Mutual Aid Association has been rising... In the end, he sat on the position of "cardinal" second only to the archbishop.

The western part of the military port area belongs to his jurisdiction.

"Let, let them wait! My people are still fighting with those heretics! Those bastards, have you forgotten the teachings of our mutual aid society? How can you shoot at our own compatriots?!"

Wang Kun roared loudly, like an ant on a hot pot, circling in circles in the hall of his mansion.

"But... but... the other three cardinals have already approved this proposal, you should evacuate quickly... otherwise the missiles will fall...they don't have eyes..." At the bottom of the hall, A knight commander in exquisite armor tried hard to persuade.

"No! I protest, I want this proposal to be dismissed! This West End is my inheritance! Tell them three, the infidels are only a thousand... no, eight hundred... no, the intruders are only five hundred, equipped They are all bad, my people were just caught off guard, and my main force has not yet been dispatched. I can completely wipe out all of them in the West District with this little enemy!"

Wang Kun said loudly quickly, the blue veins on his forehead suddenly popping out.

"But...but there are 2000 invaders..." the knight commander said helplessly.

"Five hundred, I said five hundred is five hundred!"

"Sir Bishop..."

"By the way, what about my personal guards, let them go up too, power armor, tanks, all go up, we must take all these heretics—"

Before Wang Kun finished speaking, suddenly a dense explosion sounded near the mansion, and the ground shook violently.

Wang Kun's figure was unstable for a while, and he quickly supported the table on one side, so as not to fall down, but although his face was full of panic, he still didn't have the slightest intention to evacuate.

The western district is his entire foundation. From the game server to the present, the cardinals in the other three districts are friendly on the surface, but in fact they have been coveting his western district... Lost the western district, He really has nothing left.

"Master Bishop, let's go! If we don't go, it will be too late!"

"Go?! Where are you going? To the territory of those three guys? Do you think that I can still wear this suit after I arrive at their territory?" Wang Kun tugged at the luxurious red clothes on his body. The cloak, that is the symbol of the cardinal of the Mutual Aid Society, a symbol of one god and one man above all people.

"But... the missile is really about to fall, and by then, the entire western district will be turned into ruins!" the knight commander was still persuading.

"I'll give you a team of twenty, all of whom are evolutionary—"

"What, what?" The knight commander was taken aback for a moment, obviously not realizing what his lord bishop was saying.

"I said! I'll give you a team, you rush to the holy ship now! Block up the control room where the missiles are fired! No one is allowed to go in!" Wang Kun couldn't help it because of the sound of the explosion that was approaching. Not raising his voice to the highest level, he roared hoarsely, with a ferocious expression on his face.

"This... my lord bishop, this me..." The knight commander showed embarrassment—this request from my lord bishop is really too much...

"Are you trying to say that you can't do it?!" Wang Kun turned his face aside, and reached out to touch the Beretta pistol used for self-defense under his cloak.

"No, it's not...just..."

"Now, immediately, immediately, let me go!" Wang Kun roared angrily, spattering the knight all over his face with saliva.

"Yes... this subordinate understands!" the knight commander had no choice but to bite the bullet and replied, and ran out in a hurry.

At this time, almost half of the western district has been beaten down by the private army of the consortium alliance. As long as the mutual aid players with weapons show up, even if it is just a wooden stick, the private army soldiers will pull the trigger involuntarily, and those who give up The ordinary players who resisted were taken to several large warehouses and guarded by a small group of soldiers.

Holding Minigan, whose barrel was already turning red, Qi Lin trotted all the way to Cheng Yanqiu who was resting behind a wall of ruins, looked at the team members who were more or less injured, and said in a serious way: "It won't work like this, the advancing speed of the large troops is still too slow!"

"Are you worried that Mutual Aid will use the weapons on the aircraft carrier? But, this speed is not too slow—" Cheng Yanqiu sighed, and turned to look at the mountain-like super aircraft carrier on the sea in the distance.

Qi Lin also knows that it is almost impossible to increase the speed of large troops. Street fighting is different from field warfare. The terrain of the city is extremely complicated. Every street and every building has to fight back and forth 1.1 meters. The current advance speed , is indeed the limit.

"Then there is only one way - to prevent the super aircraft carrier from launching missiles!"

　Today is the last day of 2017, and this is also the last update of 2017. Here, Anchen wishes everyone a happy New Year's Day. In the new year of 2018, you will have a wealth of wealth, promotions, passing every exam, winning streak, etc. Wait... In addition, thank you again for your support for this book and the author in 2017!

　　
　
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