StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 72 The Devil's Head
The deep blue sky is like an inverted sea, one round of bright and clear moon is rising, another round is setting, and below is the boundless sea of ​​clouds.Two APOD transport ships each carrying a main platoon of marines rowed across the night sky of Turaxis II, leaving behind two thin silver lines like meteors.

At a certain moment, the two transport ships suddenly accelerated, and the ice-blue flames ejected from the thrusters became brighter. They swooped into the clouds like boobies with their wings folded and piercing the sea.

Augustus's seat trembled with the bumping of the transport ship, he held his breath, silently counting a series of numbers on the HUD display.Next to him, a marine with an electromagnetic rifle and a machine gun sat neatly on his seat, and the same skull pattern was printed on the matte mask.

The pilot of this transport ship must be a madman.

The spaceship was falling like a falcon hunting for prey, and the angle between the horizontal plane and the ground was infinitely close to [-] degrees. Augustus felt that he was falling head-on to the ground. The weightlessness and dizziness of the extremely fast fall made his heart seem to lose control Beats like a pendulum clock.

Tychus Finley was sitting across from Augustus, fastened securely to the seat by two seat belts.Even so, Tychus was still smoking a cigarette from Ward with his face unchanged, and the ashes were blown towards the tail of the cabin as soon as they fell, and disappeared.

After the smoke and ash flickered several times, the propellers on the side of the transport ship ignited again, the bow of the transport ship gradually flattened, the belly of the ship was almost touching the ground, and sailed into the distance in the white wilderness full of thorns in Turaxis II.

The spacecraft began to slow down, and the side flaps opened.Augustus could see the spaceship flying at a very close altitude to the ground, and the scenery on the ground was quickly left behind.He unbuckled his seat belt, walked up the aisle holding onto the handrail, and gripped the iron rod of the side exit of the boat.

"Jump!" Augustus ordered after the first house appeared.One by one, the marines in dark gray power armor jumped down.And when Augustus took off against the strong wind, the transport ship had already circled several times over the gang stronghold.

Augustus landed firmly near a glowing concrete building, with two celestial demons standing beside him, guarding their commander.In the sky, another ship full of resocialized soldiers hovered above them, and heavily armed marines jumped out of the sky with live ammunition.

In front of Augustus, gang members wearing only civilian clothes fled in panic, holding automatic rifles or even pistols, and some of them only held wooden sticks and dung forks.

After Augustus raised his rifle and fired a few shots, the men began to flee in panic.His unit crumbled with barely any decent resistance, the Marines herding the undefeated gang members like livestock, and far more men put up their hands in surrender than dared to shoot.

Ignoring those who were screaming, Augustus led the two demons of heaven to cling to the wall of the concrete building and walk around to the main entrance.The front door was a cut synthetic wood panel, thin and brittle, and the marines in power armor smashed through the door with ease.

With the bang of the door being knocked open, a gang member in pure black power armor stooped and rushed out from inside.The gang member's power armor was similar to that used by the Kel-Morians, but without as many badges of family and blood.Possibly due to a flaw in the servo system, his movements are rather stiff, looking more like a Kel-Morian clone of the Federation's power armor.

Like a rattling main battle tank, the Kel-Morian Ripper charged at Augustus and knocked him down.

"Damn it!" Augustus fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, he straddled his body, making him unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, the gang member picked up his electromagnetic pistol in one hand and aimed it at Augustus's mask to shoot, and the latter punched the opponent's arm, causing both of his shots to miss.

In the blink of an eye, Henry, the squad leader of the third squad, knocked away the crazy gang member after a run-up, and another demon from heaven aimed at the enemy's helmet and opened fire after the enemy was knocked away.In the sound like a light bulb breaking, the opponent's already broken helmet was pierced by a shotgun bullet.

"Sir, you really should practice. This is not the first time you have been deflated in melee combat." A demon of heaven extended his hand to Augustus.

"I owe you my life, Henry. You are right, my performance in this regard is simply a piece of shit." Augustus stood up, feeling that this scene seemed familiar, he took a deep breath and said: "It's a good thing my swordsmanship teacher didn't see this scene, otherwise he must be ashamed to admit that I was his best student."

During boot camp, Augustus had high marks in combat subjects, but that didn't contradict his streak of getting knocked down.

"Everyone has his strengths and weaknesses" Henry tried to reassure Augustus, but a noise on the comm channel interrupted him.

"This is the first class. I am the deputy class leader Lundstein. I found Jim and Max. They are still alive."

"Where are you?" Augustus rejoiced at the news.

"It's a concrete building painted crimson, and there's a deep hole in the back of the building," Lundstein replied.

"I see." Augustus looked up and found the crimson building.At the same time, he ordered all the demons of heaven, and the resocialized soldiers cleared the battlefield.

When Augustus arrived there, more than [-] disarmed gang members were standing in a row with their hands leaning against the wall, and a heavenly demon in black and gray armor was guarding them.

"I knew you would come to rescue us, Augustus." Renault had been pulled out of the deep pit by Rondstein with a rope, and it seemed that he was fine.

"There won't be a next time." Augustus was furious when he saw Renault, his mask slowly opened, revealing an angry face: "God knows where I will save you next time. Do you think you are a princess kidnapped by a dragon? Huh?"

From the moment he received the news, Augustus was controlling his emotions to avoid it from affecting his judgment.But at this moment, Augustus doesn't need to control anymore, because he has to let these two bastards know how angry he is.

"Why didn't you discuss it with me in advance, anyway, you should at least tell me. Do you think I won't be afraid? I can't even imagine the possibility that you are dead, so I can only deceive myself."

For a while, no one dared to speak anymore, only sporadic gunfire and breathing sounded around, and the gangsters with their hands up looked blankly at Augustus and reprimanded his subordinates.

"say something!"

"Forget it, Augustus, they already knew they were wrong." Rundstein walked to Augustus's side and whispered.

Renault was speechless, he knew that Augustus must be in a hurry.Augustus is such a person, he rarely shows negative emotions, but that doesn't mean he doesn't.

At this time, Renault suddenly had the feeling that he got into trouble when he was a child and was reprimanded by his parents.Little Reynolds' mother would stand in front of him with a basket of freshly baked bread and describe his crimes, sometimes in tears.When the mother had almost reprimanded him, the father who had been sitting on the sofa silently would say a few good words for him.

The experience of being trained tells Renault that when he is wrong, refutation, sophistry, and excuses will only add fuel to the fire.Generally speaking, being a turtle is the wisest choice.

"We thought you wouldn't agree," Zander whispered.

"Even if you know I don't agree, you still have to say it." Augustus stared at Zander like a wolf, and his cold eyes made him take a few steps back: "Are you an idiot? Why don't you think more about it?" Think, think carefully. Instead of making a decision with a slap in the head, and then use your ass to think about how to do it!"

"I" Zander originally wanted to say that he knew he was wrong, but Augustus was so angry that he was almost on the verge of exploding.

"What are you?" Augustus stared at Zander with cold gray eyes, like a lion suppressing his anger.

"Let's go back and talk about it, Augustus, we still have to deal with those gangsters." Rundstein patted Augustus on the shoulder and gave Zander a wink.

"Shoot them all!"

Augustus shook off Rundstein's shoulders and turned his head away from Zander.He almost shouted angrily, which frightened the gangsters' legs.

"Even if they are all damned, we shouldn't be doing this job." Rundstein said: "We inspected the warehouse here and found that there are many parts of vulture vehicles and armored vehicles besides food. I think this The gang should have been in the arms smuggling business before, and the buyers must be Kel-Morians."

Augustus took a few deep breaths before temporarily restraining his anger, and turned to thinking about what to do with the things in the hands of these gangsters: "Pick up all the food, and leave the weapons and equipment to the logistics officer in the fortress." .”

"Why do you want to be cheap to those who sit in the office?" At this time, Tychus, who was carrying an electromagnetic rifle, was walking over with a few demons of heaven, with a cigar that he got from somewhere in his mouth.

"If you ask me, those robbers may have a lot of good things in their hands." Tychus flicked the ashes: "Equipment, spaceships, money. In their lair, you can even find a lot of banknotes and boxes Crates of drugs. Find their gang boss and ask them all."

Augustus and Tychus looked at each other, seeing cunning and greed in each other's eyes.

"It's not a good shot." Augustus shook his head.

"I have connections." Tychus' eyes lit up, and he moved closer.

"I've confirmed that the armor recording is off," Augustus said.

"I have been in the business of reselling military supplies for almost ten years. I know who I can trust and where the customers are most willing to spend money." Tychus took a puff of smoke.

"Is everything safe?"

"It can't be foolproof, but even a search can only lead to me," Tychus replied.

"Yeah," said Augustus.

"Okay, we'll split the money," Tychus said to Augustus.

Augustus shook his head.

"You seven and I three. I'm taking more risks than you." Tychus showed an unhappy expression.

A second later, he added: "You are eight and I am two."

"Keep the equipment, stock up first." Augustus said: "I will use them later. Besides, I am not short of money, so there is no need to take risks."

"." Tychus's voice was a little dry. The most important problem was that he was short of money.For a man like Tychus who spends a lot of money on women, money always goes fast.Sometimes Tychus would have four women in one night, and the Marine salary wasn't enough for him to drink.

"So what you said is true?"

"In a few years, you will have plenty of opportunities to use your network to make money." Augustus just wanted to confirm whether Tychus had the ability to cash in the seized materials.

"Go, Tychus, find that gang leader. If you do, you'll have everything he has on him of value."

"I'm not going to give you another chance to go back on your word." Tychus didn't want to pay attention to Augustus, but his feet moved on their own, so Tychus could only curse himself for being spineless.

After a while, a man with messy hair was dragged in front of Augustus by Tychus: "He only has a watch on him, Mengsk, I really shouldn't believe you."

"That's your bad luck." Augustus said and looked at Renault who was hiding out of his sight: "Jim, tell me how this guy treated you just now."

"He threw me in, and then said he would pour water on me." Renault was relieved when he saw that Augustus was no longer angry.He's not interested in revenge, he just wants Augustus to calm down.

"Throw him down so that his head doesn't hit the ground," Augustus said to the demons of heaven around him.

"Wait, you can't do this." Silas Tasker looked at the marines with skull patterns on their helmets who were gradually approaching him and shouted in horror: "I still have value, you can't do this !"

"That's not what you said 10 minutes ago," Renault said. "You're a revolutionary, you're the son of a worker, you're fighting for the enemy."

"Then, prove your worth." Augustus looked at Tasker and said calmly, "Otherwise I will hang you up and let the sunshine of Turaxis II dry you up for a month. I swear I'll make you regret being born into this world."

"I've stashed a dozen power armor sets and a few Vultures in warehouses and basements, and two decommissioned Federation Goliaths. I've got two million credits, all in cash, in my bank account. 200 million." Tasker took out a hand-drawn map and handed it to Augustus.

"Very good." Augustus took the map and handed it to Rundstein beside him: "Go and check."

"Tychus, give him a treat."

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