Wang Kun, originally a securities investor living in Shencheng, China, in the old days, did not realize that the banknotes, contracts, and passbooks in his hands were about to turn into meaningless waste paper, not only did he not care that those big conglomerates and large companies had already begun to sell all kinds of stocks under his name, but also thought that this was an opportunity to eat the shares and bonds that were transferred at a low price, in a vain attempt to make a large sum of war money......

However, when the first nuclear bomb fell on the Chinese mainland, Wang Kun's dream of making a fortune was completely shattered, and he realized that this war seemed to be far beyond the scale he imagined.

Luckily, in addition to the bonds and stocks that had been turned into scrap paper, he also had some gold and jewels in his small coffers, and in exchange for these things, he was able to buy three shelters for himself and his family before the land was completely wasted.

Wang Kun, who had lost everything, could only be reduced to the lowest class of the paupers in the shelter, and his weak health made him completely unable to bear those high-intensity labors, and he could only rely on the subsistence supplies that were distributed on time to survive.

Wang Kun's newborn son died of malnutrition and various illnesses a year after entering the underground shelter, and his attractive young wife abandoned him in favor of a gang boss.

Everything seems to have been so bad that it can't be worse, and Wang Kun's world is only gloomy and desperate...... Countless times, Wang Kun thought of dying, and then, every time the rusty razor blade was about to cut the upper artery of his wrist, he would retreat out of timidity and fear—and then continue to survive.

But just then, the Wasteland Survival Code appeared, and he dragged his stiff body into the game pod...... In the wasteland, the living environment is far worse than in the shelter, but perhaps due to the instinct of human survival, Wang Kun miraculously survived, and by mistake joined the newly established mutual aid association.

Thanks to his experience as an investor, Wang Kun's status in the mutual aid association has been rising...... In the end, he sat in the position of "cardinal" second only to the archbishop.

The western area of this military port area is the jurisdiction under his control.

"Let's, let them wait! My people are still fighting with the infidels! Those bastards, have you forgotten the teachings of our mutual aid society? How can we fire at our own compatriots?! ”

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

"But...... But...... The other three cardinals have already approved this proposal, so you might as well evacuate...... Otherwise, the missiles will fall...... That doesn't have long eyes......" At the head of the hall, a knight in delicate armor persuaded bitterly.

"No! I protest, I'm going to let this proposal be dismissed! This West End is my inheritance! Tell the three of them that there are only a thousand invading infidels...... No, eight hundred...... No, there are only 500 invaders, and the equipment is very poor, my people are just caught off guard, and my main force has not yet been dispatched, this enemy, I can completely wipe them all out in the Western District! ”

Wang Kun said quickly and loudly, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded.

"But...... But there are two thousand intruders...... "The chief knight said with some helplessness.

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

"Your Excellency Bishop......"

"By the way, what about my personal guards, let them go up too, power armor, tanks, all drive up, and we must take all these infidels-"

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 hurriedly held on to the table on the side, so that he didn't fall, but although his face was full of panic, there was still no trace of wanting to evacuate.

The West District is all his foundation, from the opening of the game to the present, the cardinal of the other three districts is everyone amiable on the surface, but in fact he has been coveting his West District...... Without the West End, he really has nothing left.

"Your Excellency, let's go! If you don't leave, it's too late! ”

"Let?! Where to go? To the territory of those three guys? Do you think that when I get to their territory, I will still be able to wear this garment? Wang Kun tugged hard at the luxurious red coat on his body, which was the symbol of the cardinal of the Mutual Aid Society, a symbol of one god and one person, and above ten thousand people.

"But...... The missiles are really going to fall, and when the time comes, the entire Western District will be in ruins! The chief knight was still persuading.

"I'll give you a team, twenty, all of them Evolvers—"

"W-What?" The chief knight was stunned, apparently not reacting to what his bishop was saying.

"I say! I'll give you a team of men, and you're on the ship now!" Plug up the missile-firing control room for me! No one is allowed to put it in! Due to the approaching explosion, Wang Kun had to raise his voice to the highest level, and roared hoarsely, the expression on his face was very hideous.

"This ...... My lord, I ...... this" The chief knight looked embarrassed - this request of the Lord Bishop was too much......

"You're trying to say you can't?!" Wang Kun's face turned pale, and he reached out and touched the Beretta pistol used for self-defense under his big sword.

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

"Now, immediately, immediately, give it to me!" Wang Kun roared angrily, and the spit star splashed the knight's face.

"Yes...... Subordinates understand! The chief knight replied and hurried out.

At this time, most of the West Side has almost 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 soldiers will involuntarily pull the trigger, and those ordinary players who have given up resistance are taken to several large warehouses and guarded by a small team of soldiers.

Carrying the barrel of the gun, which had begun to turn a little red, Qi Lin trotted all the way to Cheng Yanqiu, who was resting behind a ruined wall, looked at the more or less injured team members, and said a little seriously: "It can't go on like this, the speed of the large army is still too slow!" ”

"Are you worried that Mutual Aid will use weapons on the carrier? However, this speed is not slow-" Cheng Yanqiu sighed and turned his head to look at the mountain-like supercarrier on the sea in the distance.

Qi Lin also knew that it was almost impossible to make the large army speed up again, street fighting was different from field warfare, the urban terrain was extremely complex, and every street and alley and every building had to fight back and forth meter by meter.

"Then there's only one way - we have to make that supercarrier unable to launch missiles!"