StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 17 Riding the Vulture
The soldiers who followed Augustus became sober when they heard his words. There were so many people running wildly on the street, as if they were afraid that the gendarmerie might not know they were here.

So every ten steps, a group of people turned into another street or laneway. These people were active soldiers who were very familiar with Braddock Town and knew where to run.

The eyes of the remaining 20 or so recruits were blackened, and the recruits could only continue to follow Augustus, hoping that Augustus could lead them to escape the pursuit of the gendarmerie.

It was also the first day for Augustus to come to Braddock Town, and he realized that the most correct thing to do at the moment was to run along the main road of the street, because they didn't know where the forks and alleys beside the road would eventually lead.But unless Augustus can outrun the car, sooner or later they will be overtaken.

"I have an idea." Reynolds, who was right behind Augustus, said suddenly.

"Speak quickly if you have an idea!" Harnack on the other side shouted out of breath.

"Those gendarmes came by car," Renaud said. "I bet the car is parked in front of the bar right now. And they're busy arresting people inside, so they don't have time for those cars."

Augustus stopped walking, and the people behind him suddenly stopped in doubt, during which no one passed him and continued to escape.

"Follow me." Augustus turned left at the T-shaped intersection ahead, and walked into a dark and dark narrow alley without lights.The alley was so narrow that it was difficult for two recruits to walk side by side.

Although the recruits behind Augustus didn't know what he was going to do, they still followed Augustus closely after being stunned for a few seconds. No one asked them why they did this, they just followed him.In fact, they only ran out for more than 100 meters at this time, and it would not take long to turn back to the door of the bar, but at this time they would only run into the pursuers.

Augustus told everyone to keep quiet, so the recruits, who smelled of alcohol, all huddled in the alley without moving.There is no light here, and the blue prefabricated panels that block the rain are covered between the alley walls, and even the moonlight at night cannot shine inside.

The recruits waited anxiously for two to three minutes, until they heard the sound of the military police reconnaissance vehicle driving away quickly from far to near.

"Everyone get out, run back!" Augustus yelled again in a low voice after the sound of the engine completely disappeared.

A group of people rushed out of the alley and ran in the original direction. At this time, the pace of the recruits was not as chaotic as they had just escaped from the bar, but still looked like a group of scurrying cockroaches.

At this moment, two gendarmes wearing red epaulets were standing at the door of the bar. They watched in astonishment as more than 20 soldiers in the uniforms of the Marine Corps recruits ran past them, but wondered if they were dazzled.

Augustus found the gendarmerie vehicles in a shabby canopy outside the Bloody Mary bar and drove off most of them, but there were still five vultures and a field with a standard load of nine hundred pounds assault vehicle.The military police probably did not expect that the recruits who had fled would come back suddenly, and no one was guarding these "unowned" vehicles.

The battlefield assault vehicle still uses the four-wheel drive close to the ground, while the vulture vehicle is a kind of suspension vehicle, which looks like a sharp triangular thorn.

Suspended inches above the ground by magnetic levitation, these Vulture vehicles can reach speeds of two to three hundred miles per hour when coupled with plasma propulsion.

The army vultures were far wilder than the modified motorcycles that Augustus had driven at Khastilling College, and more dangerous and thrilling than the custom hoverbikes that all the noble boys in the racing field would be proud of.Due to the lack of armor, Vulture vehicles are usually used as scout vehicles, but in the hands of the Marine Corps, they can always be played with flowers, and all kinds of weird and illegal modifications have emerged.

"I want the gray-green one." Renault chose a Vulture car: "I have driven a harvester for half my life on the farm in my hometown, so it shouldn't be difficult to drive this one. How should I say, brothers, who wants to take the co-pilot ?”

"I'm afraid you will have three in your car; we are too many," Augustus said to him.

"Me, Renault, Rundstein, Omo, and Benjamin drove, three people in a Condor, which is the limit of the load. The rest of the assault car, Brandon, these two cars will be handed over." Here you go.

"I don't know how to drive a Vulture." Tom Omo blushed. He did drive a harvester and a cargo truck, but he didn't try the maglev motorcycle modified by the Shiloh Underground Raceway like Renault. Real men bumper cars".

"I don't have confidence."

"I'm glad you got the courage to say it, or something would have happened to someone." Augustus nodded at him, and the others laughed at his joke, so no one had time to laugh at Omo.

"Here I am. I have driven something similar. It was a long time." A recruit with gray sideburns said calmly amidst laughter.Augustus didn't even know him, it was from the other recruit company.

"Hurry up and get in the car, they will react soon." Augustus interrupted everyone's laughter, and boarded a Vulture car with a bright red shell and blue driver's seat, and the others immediately followed suit.

Connor Ward was sitting on the seat behind Augustus. The Vulture was originally a single-person armed vehicle, and the seat had reached its limit to accommodate two people.Ilya Kulovsky could only lie on the hood. To ensure that he would not be thrown away, Augustus got out of the car and used a stretching strap that was used to bind prisoners found on the seat. Trapped him tightly with the vulture car.

The Vulture sank a little due to the unbearable weight, and the control panel under the windshield flashed red and issued a disturbing siren.Augustus didn't care. He called up the three-dimensional map of the town and asked the smart computer to list several routes back to the fortress.

Then, Augustus started the engine, fumbled to open the jet valve of the plasma thruster, and the Vulture under his crotch immediately "flyed" out. The Vulture reached a speed of two hundred miles per hour in a very short time, and also is accelerating.

Augustus's Condor car is like a jet fighter flying overtime off the ground, galloping at a frightening speed on the not-so-wide streets of Braddock Township.Ward hugged Augustus' waist, his face was livid, as if he had lost the ability to breathe.

Kurowski, who was usually the bravest in the class, was hung on the hood and seemed to be thrown out the next second, forcing him to let out a shrill, twisted scream that resembled a woman , and thought he was on his way to heaven.

Only Augustus is unperturbed, because driving the Vulture seems to be his instinct as soon as he grasps the steering handle.Inspired by his interest, Augustus started driving suspension racing cars when he was a child, and now every car he puts in his private garage underground in the family skyscraper is not comparable to the "toys" of ordinary drag racing parties.

At night in the small town of Braddock, almost all the townspeople heard bursts of crackling noises.It's not the Vulture's engine, it's the sound of its chassis scraping the ground and sparks splashing when it's so heavily loaded, and the sheriff's old bike has no way of picking up these dragsters.

"Oh hoo!!!"

Harnack let out a squeal of excitement.

(End of this chapter)