StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

"Will they be a group?"

"Don't know, what do you think?"

Mike shrugged, "I have seen the Prove ship on the space track of Chea Sara."

"I am surprised to find that thing shows a gesture of power in a great power."

"Maybe Mal Sara put these things as their allies? If not for their slaves?"

"Maybe, anyway, it is better than another possibility."

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"Which one?"

"That is, they are enemies." Renault said, while igniting the main engine to launch a motorcycle.

"The worst thing is to pinch the splint air in the middle of both parties."

In the end, the two looked around the town of Anusham, and Lieberti recorded the ruined scene with his recorder.

Renault opened a ring of burst grenades and threw it into a wooden structure.

When they left, the cigarette columns behind them rose.

Renault explained that he was chasing a group of refugees in a motorcycle, and the refugees were local government officials.

They walked a few kilometers forward and could go to a station called Bangker Water.

"Three kilometers along this road, there is a refugee camp." Mike pointed back, "Don't go there?"

"No, there is news that Banker Walt is troublesome, we have to see it."

"You didn't mention the refugee camp at all in the news you got?" Mike asked.

"No, it seems that the Federation wants most residents on the planet to escape everywhere, like a stupid chicken without heads."

"Before I came here, I just heard another person say something similar."

"No matter who tells you this," Renault praised, "At least it shows that this person's mind is sober."

They flew steadily on the rough road, and Renault slightly adjusted the direction only when he encountered too much roadblock.

The bald eagle motorcycle is a long wedge -shaped vehicle. The computer and sensor are fixed in the wedge -shaped front.

This motorcycle uses a little suspension technology, and the bottom is always one foot away from the ground. Little stones and low shrubs have no effect on its advance.

Sitting in the back seat, Mike thought with a seat belt: I have to think of a motorcycle with such a motorcycle, and I have to find a fitted combat suit.

He remembered Lieutenant Emily, and suddenly wanted to know that if she got into the new type of defense equipment like cocoon, would such a thing happen just now.

In less than an hour, they caught up with the group of refugees that Renault said.

Renault said well. Under the order of the Marine Corps, government officials were also sent to the wilderness by the grass.

Mike imagined that Colonel Duke was proud after issuing the order.

I don't know why the marching team stopped, and Renault went up to chat with the guards behind a hall.

"Suspicious situations were found earlier." Said a local militia wearing a CMC -300 combat suit, "It looks like an abandoned headquarters."

"Is it ours?" Renault asked.

"It should be, but the map in this area is not marked. We have sent the reconnaissance team to explore."

Renault turned from the driver's seat, "Do you want to see it?"

"I just want to run outside the planet now." Mike said, "But since you are here, let's take a look. This is a job and my professional habit."

He suddenly remembered the abandoned town of Ansham and felt that all abandoned or worn buildings were terrible.

Renault murmured and agreed, and increased the throttle forward

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