Code of Wasteland Survival

Wang Kun was originally a securities investor living in China Shencheng in the old days. When the war came, he did not realize that the banknotes, contracts and passbooks in his hand would soon become meaningless waste paper. I didn’t care that the big consortia and companies had begun to sell all kinds of stocks under their names. Instead, I thought it was an opportunity to eat the shares and bonds that were transferred at low prices in an attempt to make a big war fortune...

However, when the first nuclear bomb fell on the mainland of China, Wang Kun's dream of making a fortune was completely shattered, and he realized that this war seemed to have far exceeded the scale of his imagination.

Fortunately, in addition to the bonds and stocks that have become waste paper, there are still some gold and jewelry in his small vault. With these things as a price, he rushed to help himself before the earth was completely turned into wasteland. I bought three shelters with my family.

Wang Kun, who has lost everything, can only be reduced to the lowest class of the poor in the refuge, and his weak body makes him completely unable to afford the high-intensity work, and can only rely on the low-income materials distributed on schedule. day.

Wang Kun’s newly born son died of malnutrition and various illnesses a year after entering the underground shelter, and his pretty young wife also abandoned him and fell into the arms of a gang boss. .

Everything seems to be so bad that it can't be broken anymore, Wang Kun's world is only gloomy and desperate... countless times, Wang Kun has thought of it all, and then, often in the rusty razor blade When he was about to cut the upper wrist artery, he would shrink again because of timidity and fear-and then continue to live by himself.

But at this moment, the "Wasteland Survival Code" appeared. He dragged his stiff body into the game cabin...On the wasteland, the living environment was far worse than in the refuge, but perhaps it was people. Due to his survival instinct, Wang Kun miraculously survived, and joined the newly established mutual aid association by mistake.

Thanks to his previous experience as an investor, Wang Kun's status in the mutual aid association has been rising steadily...Finally, he sat on the position of "Cardinal" second only to the archbishop.

The western part of this military port area belongs to his jurisdiction.

"Let, let them wait! My people are still fighting with those heretics! Those bastards, have you forgotten the doctrine of our mutual aid society? How can we shoot our own compatriots?!"

Wang Kun roared loudly, like an ant on a hot pan, spinning in circles in the lobby of his mansion.

"But...but... the other three cardinals have already approved this proposal, you should evacuate as soon as possible...or wait for the missile to fall...that's not eye-catching..." At the bottom of the hall, A knight commander in exquisite armor persuaded.

"No! I protest, I want to let this proposal be rejected! This West Side is my foundation! Tell them three, there are only one thousand invaders...no, eight hundred...no, there are only five hundred invaders, equipped They are all very bad. My people were just caught off guard. My main force hasn't been dispatched yet. With this enemy, I can completely wipe them out in the West!"

Wang Kun quickly said loudly, the blue veins on his forehead burst out.

"But... but there are two thousand invaders..." the knight commander said helplessly.

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

"Master Bishop..."

"By the way, my guards, let them go up too, power armor, tanks, all go up, we must all these infidels—"

Before Wang Kun's words were finished, a dense explosion sounded near the mansion, and the ground shook violently.

Wang Kun's figure was unstable for a while, and he hurriedly supported the table on one side before he could not fall down. However, although his face was full of panic, he still didn't mean to evacuate.

The Western District is his entire business. From the beginning of the game to the present, the cardinals in the other three districts are all friendly, but in fact they have been coveting his Western District... Lost the Western District. He really has nothing left.

"Master Bishop, let's go! If you don't go, it will be too late!"

"Go?! Where do you go? Go to the site of those three guys? Do you think that I will be able to wear this dress in the future when I get to their site?" Wang Kun pulled the luxurious red on his body. The Greatcloak is the symbol of the Cardinal of the Mutual Aid Society, a symbol of one **** and one person, and a symbol of ten thousand people.

"But... the missile is really going to fall. By that time, the entire Western District will be in ruins!" The knight commander was still persuading.

"I'll give you a team of twenty people, all of them are evolutionaries—"

"Wh, what?" The knight commander was stunned, apparently he did not react to what his master bishop was saying.

"I said! I'll give you a team, and you rush to the holy ship now! Block up the missile launching control room for me! No one is allowed to put it in!" Because of the approaching explosion, Wang Kun couldn't Without raising his voice to the highest level, he shouted hoarsely, the expression on his face was very hideous.

"This... Your Bishop, this I..." The knight commander looked embarrassed-this request from the Master Bishop was really too...

"Are you trying to say that you can't do it?!" Wang Kun said with a face and reached out to touch the Beretta pistol under his cloak.

"No... it's just..."

"Now, immediately, immediately, let me go!" Wang Kun roared, and the knight's face was splashed with spit and stars.

"Yes... the subordinate understands!" The knight commander had to bite the bullet and ran out in a hurry.

At this time, almost half of the Western District has been beaten down by the private army of the consortium alliance. As long as the players of the mutual aid association with weapons show up, even if it is just a wooden stick, the private soldiers will involuntarily say that they pull the trigger and those who give up Ordinary players who had resisted were taken to several large warehouses, and a small group of soldiers took care of them.

Carrying the barrel of Minigan, who was already reddening, Qi Lin ran all the way to Cheng Yanqiu who was resting behind a ruined wall, looked at the more or less injured players, and said seriously: "It can't go on like this, the speed of the large forces is still too slow!"

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

Qi Lin also knows that it is almost impossible to speed up the large forces. Street fighting is different from field battles. The urban terrain is extremely complex. Every street and lane and every building have to fight back and forth one meter by one meter. This is now advancing. Speed ​​is indeed the limit.

"Then there is only one way-to make that super aircraft carrier not launch missiles!"...

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