The opening of the third phase of the Wasteland World is like a bombshell, causing unprecedented turmoil in the real world!

If the previous explosion of the dark tide was just some local earthquakes, then this third phase of the game world update would be a tsunami that was enough to engulf the entire land.

Although the World Radio Channel has been turned off by the main brain, the entire base camp has become a quarrel. After the initial shock, hundreds of players spontaneously took to the streets to protest, demanding that the main brain cancel this update. The public 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 protest team.

Before the third stage is opened, no matter how cruel the wasteland world is or how difficult it is to survive, it is only for the players at the bottom. Players in the wealthy area can still have some privileges, and the main brain will also take care of the interests of major consortiums to a certain extent. However, this time, Qi Lin was a little confused.

Although the main program framework of the game Wasteland Survival Code was developed by the main brain, the top programmers among the survivors of the shelter were also involved, and the assembly line of the production game cabin was even in the hands of several technology consortiums that were famous before the war. In other words, this game was actually jointly operated by the main brain and major consortiums.

But now the main brain is doing this, obviously directly depriving the special treatment of those large consortiums and rich people. This is almost equivalent to fighting these forces. Shouldn't those large consortiums have the backdoor of the main brain program in their hands? To cancel this update, you should only need a short command to occur.

But now, after the main brain announced that the third phase of the game was started, except for more and more players marching on the streets to protest, there was no movement.

This is not normal. No consortium will give up its due interests for the sake of so-called "fairness" and "reality". Their essence is businessmen, not politicians, and not philanthropists.

There has never been real "fairness" in this world. If you want to say that true fairness is, then there is probably only death.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. Death has always treated 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 day by day, they will eventually turn into dust.

And now, the Lord’s mind obviously regards himself as the role of God - whether it is the person who is struggling to survive in the slums or those who enjoy it freely in the mansion, the Lord’s mind holds all the lives of these people in his palms... However, this "God" seems to have forgotten something, and in the hands of these people, there is the key to close it.

But... why so far, no one who holds the "key" has ever been moved?

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Real world, a refuge.

This refuge has no serial number, and it cannot be found in the underground network of refuges throughout the world. It is like the nine and three-quarters platform of Harry Pottery, which is little known, but it really exists.

In this mysterious refuge, time seems to be turning back to the era of the Second Industrial Revolution in the 19th century. Various exquisite machinery fills most of the space, full of steampunk-style gears bite and rotate, and the boiler buried deep in the rock walls emits deafening roars, and people walking between the tunnels are wearing black robes. When they walk here, they are like being in a fantasy world written by a playwright.

At the entrance of the shelter, there was a team of soldiers wearing black armor. The automatic rifles in their hands may be the only thing here that can be called in line with modern technology. They carefully inspected every visitor who entered the shelter. Once they found that someone had electronic products on them, they would immediately throw them into a burning incinerator to destroy them.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the soldiers wearing masks and took the initiative to take down a smart bracelet on his wrist to record his physical condition and handed it over. A soldier took the bracelet and threw it into a strange machine. A dazzling light flashed through it, and a stinking smell of rubber came out. Then, the soldier used pliers to pinch the charred 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, I just forgot to take off this bracelet before." Cheng Yanqiu nodded and took the initiative to unbutton his coat.

This is the headquarters of the "Organization"...

Deep in this mysterious refuge, there is a large house with a tightly guarded guard, an extremely sophisticated and huge instrument is running, and nearly a hundred staff members are constantly busy around the machine, with billions of gears constantly rotating, and cards are spit out from one end of the machine, and these cards are filled with strings of holes with special sorts.

If a fan of steampunk culture sees this machine, he may scream in an instant-

This is a super analysis machine.

As an evolutionary version of differential machines, the analysis machine has almost the same functions as modern computers, but unlike computers, it does not have chips or transistors. Instead, it is replaced by countless gears of large and small sizes, as well as countless transmission rods.

This super analyzer is hundreds of times larger than the analysis machine designed by Charles Baner in the 19th century. The whole body is cast from high-tech alloys, and the energy has been changed from steam to nuclear batteries.

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

"This is the analysis machine we can create the most powerful computing power. If this cannot be cracked, then we can do nothing. Moreover, for this machine, there are very few resources left in the secret of the "organization", and almost all of the open resources are under monitoring and cannot be used at all. Can't we think of any more solutions?" A man in a black robe spoke quickly, but his tone was full of helplessness.

Standing opposite him was an old man wearing a work clothes and overalls covered in oily stains and white temples. The old man was silent for a while, then sighed deeply and said, "If we wanted to crack it with this analysis machine alone, it would probably take at least three hundred years... And at the speed of the other party's 'evolution', let alone three hundred years, even if it will become like this in three years, we can't imagine it. If... I mean, if we can, can we make a new supercomputer, we can start processing from raw materials, and the whole process will be carried out in a closed environment, and it shouldn't 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 even if it is just an electronic tube in front of it, it may become its eyes."
Chapter completed!