Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 908: Shutdown for maintenance

? It was the private army of the Casso Foundation who 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 Association. .

"These grandchildren, finally can't help it!" The old man punched the table with a fist, "They must have not left the training camp, so they 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 are already riding on our heads and shit, can you still bear it?" the old man said angrily.

"This is not a question of being unbearable. To be honest, I want to kill them now than you... But the problem is that the number of missiles on the aircraft carrier is limited, and we cannot waste precious resources on this. …What if the other party has already withdrawn from the training camp?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 think too much about everything, mother-in-law and mother-in-law are just like a woman!"

"Or else, 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 opponent retreats, we will make another plan." Suddenly, the stuffy tank has been silent. Said.

"..." 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 each other. The opponent is clearly here this time. The attackers sent are certainly not comparable to those in the past skirmishes in terms of equipment and scale."

"I know." Bored 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 people. Except for the captain with the third-level strength of Botan, the others are all second-level evolutions. They are equipped with nuclear-powered locomotives previously provided by the Cheng’s consortium. With this high-speed locomotive, the mobile squad can reach any place in the Mutual Aid Society’s territory—the previous border conflicts. At that time, it often 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 innocent trash consortiums dare to attack our city of steel!" The old man grabbed a can of beer on the table and pulled it away. Pulling the ring, he poured most of the pot into his stomach.

"Damn, this trash beer is really awful, sour and astringent, it's still **** steamy!"

Only halfway through the drink, the old **** 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 knows that the old **** is just venting his own dissatisfaction...Although the beer produced by the city of steel itself is not as good as the products of the old age, it has always been One of the favorite drinks of old gangsters.

"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 silent.

"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, I have to be cautious in every decision... Old bastard, we are no longer the kind of bachelors who eat alone and the whole family is not hungry. Look at this city, there are hundreds of thousands of people, their fate, their lives and lives. , It’s all between our thoughts, you have to learn to be mature."

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

"Of course I **** know!" Luo Xiang finally broke out, shouting at the old bastard, "Not only do I know that they are dead, I **** know the gangsters of the Caso Foundation The next goal is here, 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 **** should I do?" Seeing Luo Xiang's anger, the old **** also froze 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 whole upper body in his arms, and constantly taking out all kinds of things from the paper bag. Feasting on all kinds of food-apart from eating, the little girl who doesn’t talk too much seems to have no other hobbies. Regarding the dispute between Luo Xiang and the old man, she seems to have not seen it. Gu Zidi bit the sauced pig's feet in his 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 failed guidance systems. To be precise, there are only three missiles we can use." Luo Xiang sighed and replied.

At this moment, the harsh sirens suddenly sounded, and Luo Xiang and the old man immediately jumped up from their seats—they thought that the City of Steel was attacked, but soon, They discovered that 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 closely~IndoMTL.com~The mastermind rarely makes full-server announcements in the "Wasteland Survival Code". But as soon as it is released, it must not be good news.

"Dear players of "Wasteland Survival Code", please note that due to the upgrade of the program structure, "Wasteland Survival Code" will enter a 96-hour shutdown for maintenance. During this time All data in the game will be frozen, and all players will be forced to be kicked offline. However, we will give each player 96 hours of game time as a compensation to ensure that no players will be downtime. The account has not been cancelled for the maintenance period."

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

"Shutdown...maintenance?" Luo Xiang was stunned. This word can be said to be commonplace in online games of the old age, but in his impression, it started from the day the "Wasteland Survival Code" was launched. It seems that it has never been shut down for maintenance.

The previous few game content updates, and 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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