Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 890 Downtime Maintenance
The private army that attacked the Iron Cross training camp was the private army of the Caso Consortium. This is a medium-sized consortium with its territory located in the southwest of the City of Steel.

"These grandchildren can't take it anymore!" The old bastard thumped his fist on the table, "They must not have left the training camp yet, they just 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? Old Luo, these guys have already ridden on our heads to shit, can you bear it?" the old bastard said angrily.

"It's not a question of whether we can bear it or not. To be honest, I want to kill them more than you now... But the problem is that the number of missiles on the aircraft carrier is limited, and we can't waste precious resources on it... If The other party has already evacuated the training camp? There are so many forces around us who are eyeing our city of steel, once the missiles on the aircraft carrier run out, do you think they will have any scruples?"

"Old Luo, you think too much about everything, mother-in-law and mother are just like a bitch!"

"If not, I'll take the mobile team there first. If they're still there, I'll send a signal to call for missile strikes. If the opponent retreats, we'll make another plan." Bonk, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.

"..." Luo Xiang thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Okay, but be careful, if you are found, evacuate immediately, don't want to fight, the other party is obviously prepared this time, and the attack they sent Whether it is equipment or scale, it is definitely not comparable to those previous skirmishes."

"I know." Bonk nodded and walked out of the conference room.

The Mobile Squad is an emergency elite squad selected from the Iron Cross Knights. There are only 30 members in the team. Except for the captain who has a third-level strength, Poker, everyone else is a second-level evolutionary. Equipped with a nuclear-powered engine locomotive previously provided by the Cheng Consortium, with the help of this high-speed locomotive, the mobile team can reach any place in the territory of the Mutual Aid Association in only ten minutes-when border conflicts broke out before, it was often It was all relying on the support of the mobile team to reduce the losses caused by the conflict to the lowest possible level.

"It would be great if that guy from 9527 was here now. With him here, how dare these low-level trash consortiums want to attack our Steel City!" The old gangster grabbed a can of beer on the table, pulled the tab, Gudong Gudong gulped down most of the can.

"Damn, this rubbish beer is really bad, sour and astringent, and the **** is not steamed!"

After drinking half of it, the old gangster smashed the beer can out. The metal can immediately deformed when it touched the concrete floor, and all the remaining alcohol inside was sprayed out.

Luo Xiang knew that the old gangster was just venting his dissatisfaction... Although the taste of the beer produced by the Iron City itself was not as good as that of the old era, but before that, it had always been the old gangster's favorite beer. One of my favorite drinks.

"Old bastard, I know you're aggrieved. We're all the same during this time... I really want the boss to come back, but... To put it bluntly, we don't even know if he's still alive."

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

"Boss...is he really still alive?"

"I don't know... But no matter what, this mutual aid society and this city of steel are the inheritance he left us. I will never let this inheritance be ruined in my own hands. Therefore, every one of me Decision-making must be cautious... Old bastard, we are no longer the kind of bachelors who can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry. Look at this city, there are tens of thousands of people in it, and their fate, their life and death, are all in the Between our thoughts, you have to learn to mature."

"I know I know, but, but those bastards killed hundreds of our brothers half an hour ago! You know, now the mastermind has completely turned this virtual program into a death game, and 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 and yelled at the old bastard, "Not only do I know they are dead, I also fucking know the next target of those bastards from the Ka Suo consortium. This is here, this is the city of steel...but this is war! It's not hunting monsters! It's not fighting with gangsters! You can only hit your head with blood!"

"Then tell me...what the hell should I do?" Seeing Luo Xiang get angry, the old bastard froze, and said weakly.

"Wait, wait for the news from the boring pot. Believe me, if there is a chance to kill those bastards, I will definitely not save the missiles." Luo Xiang's tone softened a little.

When the two of them were arguing, Garbled was always huddled in the corner of the meeting room, holding a large paper bag in her arms that could cover her entire upper body behind, and kept taking out various kinds of things from the paper bag. The little girl who doesn't talk too much seems to have no other hobbies except eating. She acts as if she didn't see the dispute between Luo Xiang and the old bastard. Nipping the sauced pig's trotters in his hand.

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

"There are five missiles left, and the guidance system of two of them has malfunctioned. To be precise, there are only three missiles we can use." Luo Xiang replied with a sigh.

At this moment, the ear-piercing siren sounded suddenly, and Luo Xiang and the old bastard jumped up from their seats—at first they thought that the city of steel was under attack, but soon, they discovered that This siren does not come from the City of Steel... but from the sky above!

"It's the mastermind! Could it be... that the difficulty level of the game world is going to increase again?" Luo Xiang frowned tightly. The mastermind rarely publishes announcements for the entire server in "Wasteland Survival Rules", but as long as it is released, it will Definitely not good news.

"Players of "Wasteland Survival Code", please note that due to the upgrade of the program structure, "Wasteland Survival Code" will enter a 96-hour downtime maintenance state. All data will be frozen, and all players will be forcibly kicked offline, but we will give each player 96 hours of game time as a compensation to ensure that no player will log out of the account because the downtime maintenance has not reached the time limit .”

"Now there are still 20 seconds before the downtime for maintenance."

"Shutdown...maintenance?" Luo Xiang was stunned for a moment. This word can be said to be common in online games of the old era, but in his impression, from the day when the "Wasteland Survival Rules" server was launched, it seems that Never down for maintenance.

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

(End of this chapter)