"Harnack, Amy, send this guy to the Gendarmerie Police Department." Augustus waved his hand, and the soldier holding a Gauss rifle behind him immediately stepped forward.
It’s not that Augustus didn’t recognize the famous “Fuck Man” Tychus in the game, but he didn’t want to have anything to do with him. If possible, he’d better get as far away as possible.
The only true friend for a selfish villain like Tychus Finley is Jim Raynor. It would be impossible for a person like him to make sacrifices for others in his life.
"I believe this is just a trivial misunderstanding, sir." Tychus's voice was always deep and powerful: "Just now, I just wanted to help him tie a tie. Maybe my attitude was not that good, but it was not that bad.
Just because it hurts him, do I have to go to the Gendarmerie for coffee?"
“Amy, fix your bayonet,” said Augustus.
While Tychus was still arguing with Augustus, Renault turned his attention back to the computer screen in front of him. In the past, Renault didn't even bother to look at the identity information of these people who came to receive supplies, but today he still
I have to take a look. The feud has been settled today. Renault has no intention of retaliating against Tychus, but he has to be careful of the other party holding a grudge.
The next moment, Renault's eyes widened: "Augustus, which company is the garrison company?"
“Our company is the only one left in this fortress. Which garrison company do you think it will be?” Augustus put his hands on his hips and looked at Renault.
Originally, the Howe Fortress and the Fifth Battalion were stationed within Turasis II's local 3rd Battalion of the 2nd Marine Corps and three battalions of the 4th Brigade of the 33rd Ground Assault Division, but the Kemerian army in this area
In the past week, several cities around the fortress were suddenly attacked. All the troops in the fortress were mobilized for support, leaving only Warfield Company, which had to be repaired due to serious attrition.
“Holy shit, this villain is the criminal who is coming to our class.” Reno cursed.
"What the hell, are you serious?" Harnak exclaimed and poked Tychus with a shotgun, immediately causing the latter to glare: "Why do we have to admit a prisoner through labor? I remember Warfield and I
That guy said that the boss wants an intellectual beauty with a perky butt."
“Augustus never said this.” Amy next to her put down her rifle and shook her head helplessly.
“Forget it, anyway, apart from being a man, everything else is not that bad.” Hanak shrugged.
"It seems that you are the class I want to join?" But Tychus quickly put Harnak's little provocation behind him. He was unlucky and lucky enough, because at least it meant that he
No need to go to the gendarmerie.
"As I said before, this is just a small misunderstanding. I just had a little conflict with the black-haired boy. In the Marine Corps, this is nothing. There is nothing that a cigar and No. 8 whiskey can't solve.
.”
“Jim, I don’t know the name of this villain yet.” The corner of Augustus’s mouth twitched twice, then he took off his hat, pushed Harnak away, and stood in front of Tychus.
Tychus was half an inch taller than Augustus, but he soon discovered that this did not add half an inch to his imposing manner.
Augustus stood straight in front of this giant man, and the distance between the two might not be more than an inch. Those cold gray eyes were staring at him, cold, majestic, and ready to strike.
It reminded Tychus of the giant gliding eagle circling the small town in his hometown.
“His name is Tychus Finley,” Raynor said.
"Mr. Finley, this matter ends here. As the monitor of this class, I hope you can reconcile with Jim." Augustus said, staring into Tychus's eyes.
"But don't think that I am a magnanimous person. I know that you are a complete villain and a selfish scumbag. You have no honor or community in your heart. You only want to make money in the army. What you care about most in your life is
Maybe it's just the numbers on the bank account," he said.
"I won't allow you to ruin the whole pot of porridge with such a rat turd. No matter where I can see it or where I can't see it, you have to keep your tail between your legs and be a human being. Otherwise, I will tell you to get out. You understand.
?"
"I understand." Tychus could roughly tell the character of this officer. He was by no means a weak person who could be bullied. He was young and capable, and could not tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes. He was by no means a person like those on Reading III.
Compared with the old officers who suffered from "senile dementia" because they stayed in the rear and did nothing for many years, it was very difficult to fool Augustus.
In Tychus's impression, this type of young officers are often very enterprising, and they care more about their promotion than money and women.
Though Tychus didn't understand why Augustus knew so much about him when he first met him, it didn't really matter.
These are not the things that make Tychus most irritated. Augustus’s definition of making money seems to be not so friendly to him, and if he is an upright and honest person who abides by the rules and regulations of the Marine Corps, then it is too
Fucking bad.
This kind of officer is a model of loyalty and excellence to both the Marines and his men, but Tychus is not happy to be in the hands of such a man.
Contrary to what Augustus said, Tychus was a "selfless and kind-hearted good man, an unspeakably loyal federal soldier", and his ideals and ambitions were "so noble and sacred" that they cannot be expressed in words.
Tychus is engaged in an extremely great cause, which is to rob the rich and give to the poor.
Robbing the wealth of the federal government and the Marine Corps, he, the poorest man in the entire galaxy, was poor. There is no other thing or thing than money and getting more money. Listening to the jingling of the money bag makes Tychus's heart grow stronger.
The heavy heart was pounding.
To this end, he has stolen federal supplies more than once, colluding with logistics officers to sell truckloads of weapons and armor in the captured supplies warehouse to pirates, interstellar armed forces and even the Camorians, and finally destroying the capture records.
If no one knew that a certain army had seized a batch of supplies, of course it didn't exist. And if all this was revealed, Tychus would be shot a hundred times.
Apart from this, Tychus has never done anything extraordinary. He has never harmed civilians, because they really don’t have much money. He loves beautiful women, but he has never hooked up with women from good families, only in legal situations.
Spend it at bars and practitioners.
Now, Tychus's great cause is facing a serious challenge. Tychus is just a private, a sole soldier. If his new squad leader is the same as him, it will be easier to handle. Although it will cost a few cents more
person, but then he would also have a protective umbrella.
As long as the war continues, Tychus will always find a way to make a profit. Years of operation have given Tychus a huge network of intelligence and customer relationships. As long as there is goods, he can sell them at a good price, no matter where they are.
Come, there will always be someone who dares to buy it.
"Under my men, I will never treat you badly." After the shock and beating, Augustus' tone became much softer, but he still did not give Tychus a good look: "You are a big man, here
You are needed just in time, so follow me to move the goods. Then, you can go find your own equipment. There are no pampered young men and young ladies here. We are a whole, and no one is special."
"Hanak! Pick up your cigarette butts and take off the place. There are enough bastards in this class, so don't cause any trouble for me."
“Oh, what does it matter...I’ll go right away, little Amy.”