StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

Chapter 73 Buyer
The town of Oran, seventeen miles north of Fort Howe, is a town of thousands of vertical Gothic houses built [-] feet above New Hercules, capped with snow.

This is the most famous skiing and resort resort in this hemisphere. The large and small hot springs formed by geological movements have created the world-renowned hot spring hotels and holiday villas in Oran Town.

Before the outbreak of the war, the town of Oran used to be a vacation spot favored by socialites and dignitaries of Turasis II. Rich people poured into this town with a history of only 20 years, bringing unprecedented prosperity.Commercial streets selling luxury goods and souvenirs are built around the ski resort, where the rich spend money to buy castle-style mansions.

Of course, this was all three years ago.

When Augustus and the first group of demons from heaven came to this small town, the prosperity was long gone, and the streets were desolate.Dismayed residents watch their every move with vigilance, and there are more drunks and sex workers than they have encountered in any city or small town before.

"Haven't you figured out what the hell buyers are for?"

In the icy cold wind, Augustus leaned against the locked window of a ski shop, put his hands in his pockets and looked at the street paved with red bricks. There were four or five people standing in different poses in front of him. The same demons of heaven.

Lisa Keshidi, who was also wearing the same brown parka as Augustus, stood on his right hand, her long ginger hair was tied into a long ponytail with a blue tie, and the long ponytail was gathered on her right shoulder , on the chest.

Most of these soldiers are tall and burly, and they have developed a strong physique in daily training and battles. Connor Ward, who has already tanned his skin, and Tychus Finley, who always looks fierce, look It looks like two upright bears.The tall and thin Harnack and the hooded skull tattoo on Josephine's neck looming under the stand-up collar of the long trench coat are enough to scare away anyone with evil intentions.

"The buyer is a friend of my friend. It is said that he is an upstart who made a fortune from the war. He is in urgent need of some luxury goods and decent weapons and equipment to expand his influence. But you also know that this cannot be said completely letter."

"Smugglers, human traffickers, drug gangs, interstellar pirates, and scavengers who make a living picking up interstellar garbage... They could be any kind of people." Tychus said: "It's better not to get too deeply connected with these people Good thing, getting to the bottom of it puts them on their toes. We don’t know who they are and they don’t know we’re the Marines, and it’s good for each other.”

"Even if you get close enough to them, beware of these people selling you out."

"Well, this reminds me, should I trust you unreservedly? Will you sell me? Tychus." Augustus nodded, his cold gray eyes flashed with inexplicable mean.

"My God, you won't find anyone more trustworthy than old Tychus. In my hometown, everyone said that the son of the Finley family is honest and trustworthy, and everyone loves him." Tychus put his arms around Ogu Stu's shoulder.

"The version I heard is that you even sold your mother for drinking." Augustus said.

"Which son of a bitch said that?" Tychus frowned, feeling real anger: "I really love her, no one loves her more than me. But I have to leave that boring Small town, where people buzz like flies. In the summer, I just hang out in Papa's coffee shop, and the customers are always around me, laughing like idiots."

"I'm fed up with that, and that's why I'm here, choosing to be a soldier."

"How's your mother doing?" Augustus asked.Tychus was talking nonsense, but he didn't want to swear loyalty to himself, but Augustus didn't really care too much.

"I dream of her often," Tychus replied.

At this time, at a corner of the street, in the narrow alleyway between the luxury store and the food store, a man wearing a long-brimmed flat cap and a low-level miner's uniform came out.

He looked around, then lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards Augustus and the others. Behind him was a man with a round belly and several strong bodyguards. One of the bodyguards was carrying two lockbox.

"It's such a sunny day, sir. I always miss my wife who died in childbirth at this time." The man with a big belly ran up to Augustus, stood still and used his silk handkerchief Wiped his bald scalp.

"Do you have a wife?"

"I have not seen my bride," said Augustus, "we have brought goods."

"Where are they? If Mr. Smith is right, then we can get fifty electromagnetic rifles, two hundred KMC-12 automatic rifles and a set of CMC power armor." Calm, with a shrewd brilliance in his eyebrow-thin eyes.

"You are Mr. St. Nicholas Caesar Augustus?"

"That's right." Augustus replied with an unchanged expression: "Follow us. Don't ask questions, keep your eyes on the front."

Seeing the other party nodding, Augustus waved his hand and led the demon of heaven away, while the buyer's hands followed closely.

"46:[-]:[-], I'm Rick, I haven't found anyone following you." Hidden in Augustus' ear, a mini headset made by Umoyan came from the sniper Rick in the Devil's Platoon. · Sergeant Kidd's voice.

"I will report again in 5 minutes."

Last night, Augustus dismissed the commander of the resocialization platoon, and led his demons of heaven to count the supplies in the hands of the gangster, and found more than 300 .50 caliber automatic rifles, dozens of boxes of copper Bullets and electromagnetic grenades, and there are nearly a hundred old-fashioned electromagnetic rifles.

At the same time, there were fourteen power armors, two Goliaths, and five assault armored vehicles. The gold and silver jewelry piled up in the warehouse made Renault and Ronderstein's hands feel numb after counting them.

The ghost knows why a gang leader is so rich, and Augustus is wondering if there is really a huge organization called the Freedom Revolutionary Army.

Augustus gave some of the inferior equipment to Warfield, and the food was given to the Wetburg refugee camp in the name of the demon of heaven.The rest remain sealed where they belonged.Originally, Augustus wanted to keep all these equipments, but after a night of thinking, he decided to sell a batch first to test the waters.

Keha IV's independence is a foregone conclusion. As a member of the Mengsk family, even if he wants to escape, the agents of the Tyrannian Federation will hunt him down to the ends of the earth.Augustus would inevitably throw himself into his father's revolutionary cause, bound to the wheels of Korha IV.Either usher in new life with Korhal, or perish together.

Now that his elder brother Arcturus is determined to realize his life ideal in the mine, Augustus has to shoulder the burden of saving the Mengsk family and Kehal.

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