Chapter 387 Unprecedented Turmoil

The opening of the third stage of the wasteland world is like a blockbuster, causing unprecedented turmoil in the real world!

If the eruption of the Kuroshio Current was just some local earthquakes, then this third phase of the game world update is a tsunami that can engulf the entire land.

Although the World Broadcasting Channel has been shut down by the mastermind, the entire base camp has already become noisy. After the initial shock, hundreds of players spontaneously took to the streets to protest, demanding that the mastermind cancel this update. Those security forces that were supposed to maintain order, not only did not suppress the parade at this time, but many people took off their uniforms and joined the protesting team.

Before the opening of the third stage, no matter how cruel the wasteland world is and how difficult it is to survive, it is only for the bottom players. Those players in the rich area can still have some privileges, and the mastermind can also have certain privileges. He will also take care of the interests of the major financial groups, but this time, Qi Lin is a little confused.

Although the main program framework of Wasteland Survival Code was developed by the main brain, the top programmers among the survivors of the shelter also participated in it, and the assembly line for producing the game cabin was controlled by several pre-war companies. In the hands of a very famous technology consortium, that is to say, this game is actually jointly operated by Mastermind and major consortiums.

But now that the mastermind is doing this, it is obvious that the special treatment of those big consortiums and rich people is directly deprived, which is almost tantamount to working against these forces. Shouldn't those big consortiums hold the back door of the mastermind program? If you want to cancel this update, you should only need to generate a short command.

But until now, after the mastermind announced the opening of the third stage of the game, except for more and more players protesting on the street, there has been no movement.

This is abnormal, no consortium would give up their due interests for the sake of so-called "fairness" and "truth". They are all businessmen at heart, not politicians, let alone philanthropists.

In this world, there has never been a real "fairness". If there is any real fairness, there is probably only death.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. The god of death always treats everyone equally. Whether it is a noble king or a lowly slave, whether it is a lion who dominates the grassland or a mayfly that lives and dies, they will all turn into dust in the end.

But now, the Mastermind clearly regards himself as God—whether it is a person struggling to survive in a slum, or a person enjoying himself in a mansion, the Mastermind holds all the lives of these people in the palm of his hand... But, This "God" seems to have forgotten one thing, in the hands of these people, there is also a key to close it.

It's just... why until now, the person holding the "key" has remained silent?

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The real world, a shelter.

This shelter has no serial number, and its existence cannot be found in the underground network of shelters in the whole world. It is like the nine and three-quarters platform in Harry Potter, little-known, but real exist.

In this mysterious sanctuary, time seems to be reversed back to the era of the second industrial revolution in the 19th century. All kinds of exquisite machinery fill most of the space, full of steampunk-style gears meshing with each other, Turning around, the boiler buried deep in the rock wall roared deafeningly, and everyone walking through the tunnels was wearing black robes—walking in here is like being in a fantasy world written by a playwright among.

At the entrance of the refuge, there is a group of soldiers in black armor. The automatic rifles in their hands may be the only thing that can be called in line with modern technology. They carefully check every person who enters the refuge. People, once they find out that someone has an electronic product in their body, they will immediately throw it into a burning incinerator and destroy it.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the soldiers wearing masks, and took the initiative to take off a smart bracelet that was used to record physical conditions on his wrist, and handed it over. A soldier took the bracelet, and first threw it into a strange machine. During the process, a dazzling flash of lightning flashed inside, and a smell of scorched rubber came out. Afterwards, the soldier used pliers to remove the scorched smart bracelet and threw it into the incinerator. .

"Thank you for your cooperation, but we still need to conduct a thorough body search on you." The soldier said expressionlessly.

"I know, it's just that I forgot to take off this bracelet." Cheng Yanqiu nodded, and took the initiative to take off his coat.

Here is the headquarters of the "organization"...

In the depths of this mysterious sanctuary, there is a large house with strict guards. An extremely sophisticated and huge instrument is in operation. Nearly a hundred workers are constantly busy around this machine. Hundreds of millions of people The gears were constantly turning, and cards were spit out from one end of the machine one by one. These cards were filled with a series of holes in a special order.

If a fan of steampunk culture sees this machine, I am afraid that it will scream instantly——

This is a super analysis machine.

As an evolved version of the Difference Engine, the Analytical Engine has almost the same functions as a modern computer, but unlike a computer, it has no chips or transistors. Instead, it is replaced by countless large and small gears and countless numbers. transmission rod.

This super analytical machine is hundreds of times larger than the analytical machine designed by Charles Barnell in the 19th century. The whole body is made of high-tech alloys, and the energy source is changed from steam to nuclear energy batteries.

In front of this miraculous machine, two nervous people were constantly arguing.

"This is already the analysis machine with the most powerful computing power that we can create. If this cannot be cracked, then we are helpless. Moreover, for this machine, the 'organization' secretly has very few resources left. , and those obvious resources are almost all under surveillance and cannot be used at all. Why can’t we think of a way?” A man in a black robe spoke quickly, but his tone was full of helplessness.

Standing opposite him was an old man wearing oil-stained overalls and overalls with white temples. The old man was silent for a while, then sighed deeply, and said, "If only this analytical machine , If you want to crack it, I'm afraid it will take at least three hundred years... And judging by the speed of the opponent's 'evolution', let alone three hundred years, even if it will change in three years, we can't even imagine it. If... I mean, if we can, can we build a new supercomputer, we can start processing from raw materials, and the whole process is carried out in a closed environment, it should not be..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the man in black robe interrupted him: "No, this is absolutely not possible, professor, you also know that in front of it, even an electronic tube may become its eyes. "

"But, we don't have time..."

Thanks to the book friends [Looking up at the future with a smile] and [Life is just dust] for their support.

In today's chapter, it can be said that I have revealed a lot of new content. The pits buried before will start to be filled, and the foreshadowings will be revealed one by one. The main body of the whole story is finally beginning to reveal the iceberg corner.