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

If the previous Kuroshio Current's outbreak caused only some local earthquakes, then this third phase of the game world update is a tsunami that can engulf the entire landmass.

After the initial consternation, hundreds of players spontaneously took to the streets to protest, demanding that the mastermind cancel the update, and the security forces that were supposed to maintain order not only did not suppress the march at this time, but many people took off their uniforms and joined the protest team.

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

Although the main program framework of the game was developed by the mastermind, the top programmers among the survivors of the vault were also involved, and the assembly line for the production of the game pod was in the hands of several well-known technology consortia before the war, that is, this game was actually jointly operated by the mastermind and major consortia.

But now that the mastermind is doing this, it is obviously directly depriving those big conglomerates and rich people of the special treatment, which is almost equivalent to working against these forces, shouldn't those big conglomerates have the back door of the mastermind program in their hands? To cancel this update, it should only take a short instruction.

But now, after the mastermind announced the start of the third phase of the game, except for more and more players marching on the streets to protest, there has been no movement.

This is not normal, no consortium will give up their due interests for the sake of so-called "fairness" and "truth", they are essentially businessmen, not politicians, let alone philanthropists.

In this world, there has never been real "fairness", and if there is real fairness, I am afraid that only death is true.

Death is the fairest thing in the world, and death has always treated everyone equally, whether it is a noble king or a lowly slave, whether it is a lion who dominates the steppe or a mayfly who dies in the twilight of life, and will eventually turn to dust.

Now, the mastermind clearly sees himself as a god - whether he is struggling to survive in the slums or enjoying himself in the mansion, the mastermind holds all these people's lives in the palm of his hand...... However, this "God" seems to have forgotten one thing, and in the hands of these people, there is still the key to close it.

It's just that...... Why has the person who holds the "key" still not moving?

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The real world, some kind of refuge.

The Vault has no serial number and is not found in the entire world's underground network of Vaults, it is like the Nine and Three-Quarters of a Harry Potter platform, little known but real.

In this mysterious refuge, time seems to have been reversed to the era of the second industrial revolution in the nineteenth century, with all kinds of intricate machinery filling most of the space, steampunk-style gears snapping and turning each other, boilers buried deep in the rock walls emitting a deafening roar, and people walking through the tunnels wearing black robes - walking here is like being in a playwright's fantasy world.

At the entrance to the vault, a group of black-armored soldiers, their automatic rifles in their hands, perhaps the only thing that could be said to be in line with modern technology, carefully examined everyone who entered the vault, and if they found someone with electronics, they would immediately throw them into a blazing incinerator to destroy them.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the soldiers with masks, took the initiative to take off a smart bracelet on his wrist that was used to record his physical condition, and handed it over, a soldier took the bracelet, first threw it into a strange machine, only to see a dazzling flash of lightning inside, and a smell of burnt rubber came out, and then, the soldier used pliers to clamp out the charred smart bracelet with pliers and threw it into the incinerator.

"Thank you for your cooperation, but we still need to do a thorough body search." The soldier said with a blank face.

"I know, I just forgot to take off this bracelet before." Cheng Yanqiu nodded and took the initiative to untie his coat.

This is the headquarters of the organization......

In the depths of this mysterious vault, there is a large, well-guarded house, an extremely sophisticated and massive instrument in operation, nearly a hundred staff members are constantly busy around this machine, hundreds of millions of gears are constantly turning, and cards are spit out from one end of the machine, and on these cards, there are strings of holes with special sorting.

If a steampunk culture fanatic sees this machine, I'm afraid he will instantly lose his voice and scream-

This is a super analytical machine.

As an evolution of the differential computer, the analyzer has almost the same functions as a modern computer, but unlike a computer, it has no chips or transistors, and instead has an infinite number of gears, large and small, and an innumerable number of transmission rods.

Hundreds of times larger than the 19th-century Charles Barnell analyzer, the super-analyzer was made entirely of high-tech alloys, and its energy source was changed from steam to nuclear batteries.

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

"This is already the most powerful analysis machine we can build, if this can't be cracked, then we can't do anything about it, and for this machine, there are very few resources left in the secret of the 'organization', and those overt resources are almost all under surveillance and cannot be used at all. Can't think of a way again? A man in a black robe spoke quickly, but his tone was full of helplessness.

Standing across from him was an old man wearing oil-stained overalls with white temples, the old man was silent for a while, then sighed deeply and said, "If you want to crack it with this analysis machine alone, I'm afraid it will take at least three hundred years...... And judging from the speed of the other party's 'evolution', let alone three hundred years, even if it will become what it will be after three years, we can't imagine it. If...... I mean, if we can, can we build a new supercomputer, we can start with the raw materials, and the whole process is done in a closed environment, and it shouldn't be ......"

Before the old man could finish speaking, the black-robed man interrupted him: "No, this is absolutely not possible, Professor, you also know that in front of it, even if it is just an electron tube, it may become its eyes." ”

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