Chapter 890 Shutdown Maintenance

What attacked the Iron Cross training camp was the private army of the Caso Consortium. This was a medium-sized consortium whose territory was located in the southwest of the City of Steel. It was also one of the forces that most often clashed with the Mutual Aid Association.

"These grandsons finally couldn't bear it anymore!" The old bastard slammed his fist on the table. "They must have not left the training camp yet. They just used missiles from the aircraft carrier to blow them up!"

"No, you can't use missiles." Luo Xiang rejected the old gangster's proposal immediately.

"Why? Lao Luo, these guys have already ridden on our heads to shit, how can you endure it?" the old gangster said angrily.

"This is not a matter of being able to bear it. 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... If The other party has already withdrawn from the training camp? There are so many forces around us that are eyeing our City of Steel. Once the missiles on the aircraft carrier are used up, do you think they will have any scruples? "

"Lao Luo, you just think too much about everything. Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are just like a sissy!"

"Otherwise, I will lead the mobile team there first. If they are still there, I will send a signal to call for a missile strike. If the opponent retreats, we will make another plan." Meng Guan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"..." Luo Xiang thought for a moment and then nodded, "Okay, but be careful. If you are discovered, evacuate immediately and don't be reluctant to fight. The opponent is obviously well-prepared this time and has sent an attack Whether it is equipment or scale, it is definitely not comparable to those previous skirmishes."

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

The mobile team is an elite emergency team selected from the Iron Cross Knights. There are only thirty people in the team. Except for Meng Guan, the captain with level three strength, the others are all level two evolvers, and They are all equipped with nuclear-powered engine locomotives previously provided by the Cheng Consortium. With the help of this high-speed locomotive, the mobile team can reach any place within the territory of the mutual aid association in only ten minutes - when border conflicts broke out in the past, It was only through the assistance of the mobile squad that the losses caused by the conflict were reduced 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 garbage consortia dare to take advantage of our Steel City!" The old gangster grabbed a can of beer on the table and pulled the tab. I downed most of the bottle in a gulp.

“Damn, this crappy beer tastes really bad, sour and astringent, and it’s not f**king sparkling!”

After only half of the drink, the old gangster smashed the beer can out. The metal can deformed immediately after it came into contact with the cement 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 in this Steel City was not as good as the products of the old era, before this, it had always been the old gangster's favorite. One of my favorite drinks.

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

The old gangster sat on the chair, bent over, lowered 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 association and this city of steel are the inheritance he left us. I will never let this inheritance be ruined in my own hands, so every one of me We must be cautious when making decisions... Old man, we are no longer the kind of bachelors we were before, where one person had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. Look at this city. There are hundreds of thousands of people in it. Their fate, their life and death, all depend on it. Between our thoughts, you have to learn to be mature.”

"I know, I know, 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. Many of them There is no chance of resurrection, you know? If you die here, you are really dead!"

"Of course I fucking know it too!" Luo Xiang finally broke out and yelled at the old gangster, "Not only do I know they are dead, I also fucking know the next target of those bastards from the Kasuo Consortium. It’s here, it’s the City of Steel… But this is war! It’s not hunting monsters! It’s not just gangster fighting! You can only break your head and bleed with just one head of blood!”

"Then you tell me... what the hell should I do?" Seeing Luo Xiang getting angry, the old gangster also wilted and said weakly.

"Wait, wait for the news from the canister. Believe me, if I have the opportunity to kill those bastards, I will definitely not save missiles." Luo Xiang's tone also softened slightly.

While the two of them were arguing, Luanzi had been huddled in the corner of the conference room, holding a large paper bag that could cover her entire upper body in her arms, and constantly taking out various things from the paper bag. She ate the food happily - apart from eating, this little girl who also didn't talk much seemed to have no other hobbies. As for the dispute between Luo Xiang and the old gangster, she seemed to have not seen it and was minding her own business. Nibbling on the sauced pig's trotters in his hand.

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

"There are five missiles left, and the guidance systems of two of them have malfunctioned. To be precise, we only have three missiles that can be used." Luo Xiang sighed and replied.

At this moment, the piercing siren suddenly sounded, and Luo Xiang and Lao Hun immediately jumped up from their seats - at first they thought that the City of Steel was under attack, but soon, they discovered 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 be raised again?" Luo Xiang frowned tightly. The mastermind rarely releases server-wide announcements in the "Wasteland Survival Code", but as soon as it is released, it will It must not be good news.

"Players of "Wasteland Survival Code" please note that due to the upgrade of the program structure, "Wasteland Survival Code" will enter a ninety-six-hour downtime for maintenance. During this period, the game will All data in the game will be frozen, and all players will be forcibly kicked offline. However, we will give each player ninety-six hours of game time as compensation to ensure that no player will be left without maintenance due to downtime. Log out the account when the time limit is reached.”

"There are still the last twenty seconds before shutdown for maintenance."

"Downtime...maintenance?" Luo Xiang was stunned for a moment. This word can be said to be common in online games in the old era, but in his impression, from the day the "Wasteland Survival Code" server was launched, it seemed that There has never been any downtime for maintenance.

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