The attack on the Iron Cross training camp was carried out by the private army of the Cassel Consortium, a medium-sized consortium located southwest of the Iron City and one of the most frequent conflicts with the Mutual Aid Society.

"This group of grandchildren finally can't help it!" The old gangster slammed his fist on the table, "They definitely haven't left the training camp yet, and they directly bombed him with missiles on the aircraft carrier!" ”

"No, you can't use missiles." Luo Xiang vetoed the old gangster's proposal at the first time.

"Why? Lao Luo, these guys have already ridden on our heads to, can you still bear it? The old bastard said angrily.

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

"Lao Luo, you think too much about everything, mother-in-law and mother are the same as a girl!"

"Otherwise, I'll take the mobile team over first, and if they're still there, I'll send a signal to call for a missile strike, and if the other side retreats, we'll make another plan." The stuffy can, who had been silent, said suddenly.

"......" Luo Xiang thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, but be careful, if you are discovered, evacuate immediately, don't fall in love, the other party is obviously prepared this time, and the attackers sent are definitely not comparable to those skirmishes in the past, whether they are equipped or scaled." ”

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

The mobile team is an emergency elite team selected from the Iron Cross Knights, the total number of the team is only thirty people, except for the captain who has the strength of the third level, the others are all second-level evolutionaries, and they are all equipped with nuclear-powered engine locomotives provided by the Cheng Consortium before, with the help of this high-speed locomotive, the mobile team only needs ten minutes to reach any place in the territory of the Mutual Aid Society - when those border conflicts broke out before, they often relied on the help of the mobile team, The losses caused by the conflict have been reduced to the lowest possible level.

"If only that guy from 9527 was here now, with him, how dare these unpopular garbage consortiums attack our idea of Steel City!" The old man grabbed a can of beer on the table, pulled open the tab, and poured most of the can.

"Damn, this junk beer is so unpalatable, sour and astringent, it's fucking steamless!"

After only half of the drink, the old man smashed the beer can out with great force, and the metal can was immediately deformed after touching the concrete floor, and all the remaining liquor in it was sprayed out.

Luo Xiang knew that the old bastard was just venting his dissatisfaction...... Although the steel city's own beer doesn't taste as good as the products of the old days, it has been one of the favorite drinks of the gangsters until then.

"Bastard, I know you're aggrieved, we're all the same during this time...... I'd love for the boss to come back, but ...... To put it mildly, we don't even know if he's still alive or not. ”

The bastard sat down in his chair, hunched over, his head down between his knees, and fell silent.

"Boss...... Is he really alive? ”

"I don't know...... But in any case, this mutual aid society, and this city of steel, is the inheritance he left us, and I must not let this inheritance be lost in my own hands, so I must be careful in every decision...... Bastard, we are no longer the kind of single man who feeds the whole family without starving, you look at this city, there are hundreds of thousands of people in it, their fate, their life and death, all in 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 that the mastermind has turned this virtual program into a death game, many of them have no chance of resurrection, you know? To die here is to be truly dead! ”

"Of course I fucking know!" Luo Xiang finally broke out and yelled at the old bastard, "Not only did I know they were dead, I also fucking knew that the next target of those bastards of the Cassel Consortium was here, which was the City of Steel...... But this is war! Not a monster hunt! It's not even a gangster fight! You can only bang your head and break the blood flow with the blood of one head alone! ”

"Then you say...... What the fuck am I supposed to do? Seeing Luo Xiang angry, the old gangster also wilted, and said weakly.

"Wait, wait for the news from the stuffy tank, believe me, if there is a chance to kill those bastards, I will definitely not save missiles." Luo Xiang's tone also softened slightly.

When the two of them were arguing, the gibberish had been huddled in the corner of the conference room, holding a large paper bag that could cover her entire upper body behind her, and constantly taking out all kinds of food from the paper bag and feasting on it - except for eating, the little girl who didn't talk too much seemed to have any other hobbies, and she didn't seem to see the dispute between Luo Xiang and the old gangster, and she nibbled on the sauce pig's trotters in her hand as if she hadn't seen it.

"Lao Luo, how many guided missiles do we have?" The old bastard glanced at the garbled characters, then at Luo Xiang, and asked.

"There are five left, two of them have faulty guidance systems, to be exact, there are only three missiles that we can use." Luo Xiang sighed and replied.

At this moment, the piercing alarm suddenly sounded, and Luo Xiang and the old gangster immediately jumped up from their seats - at first they thought that the steel city was attacked, but soon, they found out that the alarm did not come from the steel city...... It's from the sky overhead!

"It's the mastermind! Don't...... The difficulty level of the game world is going to be increased again? Luo Xiang furrowed his eyebrows tightly, the mastermind rarely releases a full server announcement in the "Wasteland Survival Code", but as long as it is released, it must not be good news.

"All players of the Wasteland Survival Rules, please note that due to the upgrade of the program architecture, the Wasteland Survival Rules will enter a ninety-six hours of downtime and maintenance, during this time, all data in the game will be frozen, and all players will be forced to kick offline, but we will give each player ninety-six hours of game time to make up for it, to ensure that no player will cancel their accounts because the downtime and maintenance have not reached the time."

"Now there are twenty seconds left before the maintenance shutdown."

"Downtime...... Maintenance? Luo Xiang was stunned for a moment, this word can be said to be commonplace in online games in the old era, but in his impression, it seems that there has never been downtime for maintenance since the day the "Wasteland Survival Code" was launched.

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

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