StarCraft breaks through American comics

However, after thinking about it for a while, Xia Yan felt that Mao Zi had a better chance of winning.

After all, not everyone can drink highly distilled liquor as if it were water, and after drinking it, they can still fly an airplane or a tank like a normal person...

(Someone in my family worked on a project in Belarus before. The people there are really good at drinking. Even when they go to work, they have to carry a bottle of vodka with them. When they think of it, they take a sip. You watch him carrying it on the scaffolding. They were holding on to the steel pipe crookedly, looking like they were about to fall down, but they were swaying like this, but they would not fall. The few women there could drink down more than a dozen men here, which was really scary. There is indeed something to these things.)

"Then what can I get, boss? Although old Tychus will have to use some... what, hiccup... antique weapons, yes, but don't take those girly-looking things. Give it to me." Tychus blew out a smoke ring skillfully.

"Don't worry, Mr. Finley." He was still preparing information.

About fifteen minutes later.

"Well, come here and choose." He handed the computer to Tychus.

"An antique computer of the st century, ah, this is the first time I have touched it with my own hands, hehe." Whether it is the old Federation or the Empire, things left over from the Earth Age are extremely precious.

Tychus had not even had the opportunity to touch those relics from the Earth Age before. He could only watch them on TV or computer, lying quietly in the museum, covered with thick dust.

"Uh... none of these guns work! It's boring. Why would a man use a gun with such a small caliber?" After looking at the rough parameters, Tychus rejected all the 5.56 AR series automatic rifles on the first few pages of the PDF.

"Ha! I found it! I like this thing! Boss, you can find a way to give me the whole thing!" Tychus blew out a smoke ring and pointed happily at the M134 rapid-fire machine gun on the screen.

The M134 is a motor-driven Gatling gun modified from the M61 Vulcan cannon and is usually equipped on US military helicopters. It can use a variety of 7.62*51mm NATO standard rounds, and its maximum rate of fire can reach 6000 rounds/minute. Any non-heavy armored unit hit by it within a few hundred meters will be immediately torn into pieces.

It shreds shreds more efficiently than the Führer's chainsaw.

Of course, this thing is not light. Including the loader and drive motor, the entire gun weighs more than 26KG.

"Your... at least not now! The United States explicitly prohibits private ownership of heavy firepower, and I can't wipe your ass." Xia Yan originally planned to scold Tychus on whether he understood the laws related to guns in the United States.

But then he thought about it, if this guy really knew the law, that would be weird.

The sentry machine guns in the Moebius Foundation can also be said to be sponsored by the US military (after all, they all use 12.7*99mm BMG, although the details are different).

But if Tychus, a muscular brother, carries an M134 and wanders around the streets of Hell's Kitchen, and casually shoots at other gangsters, even if he puts up the military flag, there is no explanation. Clear.

"It's so disappointing!" Tychus looked unhappy and took several puffs of cigarettes.

But Tychus complained, and he still found a weapon he was willing to use among the remaining options.

Anyway, this guy just doesn't want to use any small-caliber gun.

"This is good, although the mid-power ammunition is disappointing." Sure enough, Tychus chose an AKM.

Compared with the original AK-47, AKM has corrected the accuracy, improved the manufacturing process, and beveled the muzzle to reduce the muzzle jump.

Compared with the AK-47, which has poor accuracy, the AKM is already much easier to use.

Xia Yan immediately called Xie Jing and asked him to find a way to contact someone to prepare a legal status for an American citizen for Tychus.

It's easy to do things if you have money, and Xie Jing's call came back soon.

"Very good, I'll send his photo." Xia Yan told them that Tychus was a mercenary he hired.

Of course, this guy Tychus has indeed done a similar job, and he is very familiar with this method.

The financial backer of that business was Valerian.

However, just as he was making arrangements for Tychus, he heard the sound of a corkscrew being opened, and then he smelled the smell of Bordeaux red wine.

"...You..." He resisted the urge to strangle Tychus to death.

Because this guy opened another bottle of wine, a bottle of Bordeaux that was already a few years old, a treasure left by his parents in this world.

"Hiccup, let old Tychus... have a few more glasses of... um... good wine! This wine tastes really good... Come on, boss, let's drink a toast!" Tychus was still in the mood to toast with him.

"Forget it..." He didn't want to be serious with this guy.

"Ah, the red wine on Earth tastes really good! The grapes used to make wine have not experienced those damn radiation mutations, so it tastes really good... Well, it's really refreshing..." Tychus is still intoxicated with red wine. In the aroma of wine.

"I said, boss, you have so much good wine hidden in your house and you don't use it to drink. So, can you give me some? Don't worry, old Tychus will never waste good wine!" Tychus is an old drunkard. He actually focused on the famous wines on the wine rack in his villa.

"Let's wait until you achieve something, Mr. Finley. I must remind you that you have already opened two bottles of wine for me." What he hates most is people touching his things without permission, even if they are not things he will use immediately. Same thing.

If he didn't still need Tychus, he...forget it, just endure it.

Lei Ritian can tolerate Tychus's problems, so he must be able to.

"It's just a few bottles of wine..." Although that's what he said, Tychus actually knew the goods.

Of course he knew that he had actually taken advantage of it.

"Don't worry, there's no place that old Tychus can't occupy. I think back then...well, I can't remember a little bit...hiccup..." Tychus was about to brag, but found that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Because he was drunk.

"I'm curious, Mr. Finley. What did you do before you joined the army?" Logically speaking, to outsiders who don't know him well, Tychus is a complete villain.

His criminal record, which is as long as Lei Ritian's, is the best proof.

And Lei Ritian was just an ignorant eighteen-year-old boy who ran away from a small agricultural planet called Cerro at the beginning.

He learned many things from Tychus.

"Ah... Well, before I joined the army, I did almost the same thing you asked me to do now. Hehe, old Tychus still has a way to make a name for himself." Sure enough, this guy Tychus came out a long time ago Mixed society.

Otherwise, he, a veteran, would not be so skilled at smuggling arms (this was also the reason why the demons in heaven had a falling out with their superiors at that time).

"I'll prepare a lair for you, call it Joyley's Bar. How about it? Is it familiar enough?" This bar was later moved to the Hyperion along with Renault's rangers.

"Ahem...you remind me of damn Jimmy...Okay, let's call this bar Joey Ray, whatever you want." Tychus choked.

This bar reminded Tychus of the days when he would brag about nostalgia with Reno in bars.

After he was released from prison, it was also in this bar that he met Renault for the first time. At that time, Joey Ray's Bar was still on the Marsala planet.

"You guys run a leg for me and take down this place." He immediately called someone to do the work for him.

Of course, this kind of mixed-race place cannot be won by just paying money.

"Next, you need to go to the town, Mr. Finley." Xia Yan said, and stuffed the firearms and ammunition that had just been delivered into a pickup truck.

Tychus climbed up immediately.

"I'll go right away!...Ah, the show is about to begin! Hehehehe..." Tychus didn't forget to take another sip of wine before leaving.

This old veteran really likes drinking.

"Send over the two bottles of wine he opened." Xia Yan pointed to the Bordeaux and Scotch whiskey on the table.

……

In Stark's villa.

"Phew, it's finally done! Let's celebrate with a glass of wine!" Stark finally completed the design of a new type of steel suit.

The suit he designed is a lightweight version. Although its firepower and protection are not high, and it cannot fly, it is better than being able to be carried around. Because this thing can be packed directly into a small suitcase, there is no need to use special equipment to wear it like the Mark 2/3.

"Sir, do we need to start manufacturing immediately? But the raw materials we have on hand are a bit short..." Jarvis's electronic sound was devoid of any emotion.

"Then you immediately contact our old friends for me and prepare enough gold and titanium alloys. As for the painting... Well, Jarvis, just wait for me to change it a little. Don't worry, it won't take long. You don't have to Eager to start work." For Teacher Tony, the equipment may not be the best, but it must be the most handsome.

"Ahem...I remember there should be nothing wrong with my throat." An inexplicable cough made Stark feel a little strange.

Because there was a shiny black bald man in a steel suit who was thinking about him.

"Have you figured out his habits? Agent Romanoff?" Fury planned to let Natasha lurk into Stark's company this time.

"Sir, I understand everything clearly and can go on the mission!"

"Very good. You must first gain Stark's trust, and you must prevent others from thinking too much about the Iron Suit. In addition, you must try to obtain detailed information about the Iron Suit." Luo Dan As expected, this guy still wants to prostitute Teacher Tony for free.

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, you go out. I will find a way to get you in after a while. Also, call Agent Coulson and Agent Hill in." Ludan didn't even raise his head.

His eyes were still on his computer screen, and he was flipping through some records of past events.

I don't know why, but he always has an intuition that the world in the future will be even more chaotic.

His feeling was correct, and the level of chaos would be far beyond his imagination.

……

"Da da da!" A burst of AK gunfire broke the temporary tranquility of Hell's Kitchen at night.

In fact, the nights here are never peaceful.

"I bought this place with money, so this bar belongs to me. Do you have any objections?" Tychus held a cigar in his mouth, holding an AKM, and showed the music to the remaining people in the bar.

The few people who are holding the place here have just been stunned by him.

As for the police? The police won't come.

The poor security in Hell's Kitchen cannot be changed by the New York Police Department catching a few criminals.

They have turned a blind eye for a long time, so that they can collect some benefits and hush fees as a protective umbrella.

If you dare to be serious, you will die unexpectedly when you leave the police department.

There are many such stupid young people out there.

"...No, no..." There was a very dangerous feeling about Tychus. These people all knew that this big man over two meters tall was not a good person.

After all, a real man is someone who has been on the battlefield.

Coupled with the scar on his face and his disregard for life, no one dared to jump out and fight him immediately.

As for the few around him, they were not the followers sent to him by Xia Yan, they were all the younger brothers he had just accepted.

Tychus is really good at mixing things up.