Like other residential towns built on military fortresses, almost all business places in Hawei Town serve military personnel.
Residents here use prefabricated panels cast from slag and wood cut from the boreal coniferous forest to build houses. The tops of the houses are dark gray shale tiles. Some traditional Turasis still use fireplaces in their homes.
Hence the crimson chimneys visible on their snow-covered roofs.
The residents of the town obviously did not plan the roads well when building their houses, so the streets between rows of houses are crooked, winding, and extend into the darkness where street lights cannot shine.
Since Turasis II's Kemorian actual control area is shrinking, their fleet can no longer take off at night to bomb the cities controlled by the Tyranid Federation, so the blackout ban has been lifted. All shops are lit.
The lights and windows are bright. Mid-range restaurants, travel hotels, weapon shops selling semi-automatic firearms, bars with sexy girls standing at the door...
Augustus and Warfield walked side by side on the streets of Howe Town, followed by the noisy Demons of Heaven. Augustus wore a three-eared hat with the Kayadil Beartooth, cold gray
His eyes calmly looked at the people and objects in this town, the cold wind hunted him, and the thick fur tightly wrapped his ears and the back of his neck - only the bravest alien monster hunters dared to hunt deep into the frozen planet.
Kill such ferocious beasts, but his brother Arcturus seems to have a large collection of them.
"The Federation Council of Tarsonis just announced a new round of economic sanctions against Umoyan yesterday, expelling Umoyan diplomats in Tarsonis. The reason is that Umoyan exported cutting-edge technology to the Kaimorians and funded the Federation.
Communists, providing weapons to terrorists and anti-Japanese armed forces." Warfield chatted with Augustus as they walked.
“The diplomats from Eumoyan were driven back again?” Augustus slowed down.
The rebel forces supported by the elected assembly of Umo Yang are actually the armed forces of his father Angus. The Tyranid Federation may not have been able to investigate clearly the people behind the demonstrations and uprisings on various planets, but the ones they have captured
It is obvious that high-tech weapons cannot be produced by the fringe colonies themselves.
Camerion's own equipment is not enough, and it is impossible to support the rebel forces in the Tyranid Federation in large quantities. Only the Umoyan people are keen on infiltration and espionage warfare, and want to use the Federation while avoiding direct war.
Internal contradictions undermined the power of an ambitious and increasingly tyrannical regime.
"But the federal government will invite the Umoyan people back sooner or later, maybe next month." Augustus said: "The senators don't want to go to war with two independent regimes at the same time, and the federation also needs the cutting-edge technology exported by Umoyan.
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“Umoyan also does not want to go to war with the Federation. They are not even ready for a full-scale war.”
"If the Umoyan people want to settle everything through diplomacy or bribery and maintain the independence of their regime, they are making a big mistake." Warfield is keenly aware of the greed of the Tyran Federation Council and the creation families behind it:
"After the war with the Kemerian Consortium is over, the next target of the Federation Council can only be Umoyan."
"Well..." Augustus nodded silently. He knew that the Umoyan people succeeded in the end. After the union war, the Tyrannic Federation responded to the intensifying internal uprising and even the entire planet.
Being independent and exhausted, he had no time to worry about Umo Yang, who was far away at the other end of the Koprulu sector.
At this time, without warning, Augustus turned his head and glanced behind him, and saw Lisa Cassidy behind him. When the other party saw that Augustus was looking at him, his light blue eyes blinked.
Two times.
“What are you looking at?” Warfield also looked behind him, but saw nothing but a bunch of noisy Marines.
"It's not the medic you left to me." Augustus said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Lisa is an excellent medic, and her ability is beyond doubt. But she can't quit.
Crab, unable to resist his thirst for drugs."
"Until I know a way to solve this problem, I have to keep an eye on her. Drugs will destroy a person's will, make him degenerate, succumb to pleasure, fear the pain of losing it, and eventually become a slave without dignity.
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"The doctors in the fortress have tried to detoxify her more than once, but all failed." Warfield said: "Everyone is very sorry...Look at Lisa Cassidy's performance on the battlefield.
If you look at her performance, you will think that she is a strong-willed, calm and decisive woman. But in fact, even she admits that she is weak-willed and can't control herself."
“You must put her back in prison,” said Augustus.
"This is not what you and I have the final say." Warfield spread his hands: "The merits she has made deserve the Ministry of Military Affairs to give her another chance. A demon from heaven should not be imprisoned."
“But if Lisa takes drugs again.” Augustus glanced at Warfield.
“Then you can do whatever you want,” Warfield said.
“I will,” said Augustus.
“By the hairline of my beloved brother Arcturus.”
Augustus and Warfield walked west along the street, and finally stopped in front of a restaurant called Dad's Restaurant. The restaurant was not big, with only dozens of tables covered with clean linen and stainless steel.
The chairs are custom-made, but the decoration is quite elegant. The walls are hung with colonial-era oil paintings and brass-colored wall lamps. The waiters carrying the plates are young and beautiful, with natural smiles.
“I thought it would be a high-end restaurant.” Augustus looked at the rolling shutters at the door of the restaurant.
“Funds are limited.” Warfield walked into the restaurant: “The people at UNN just want a few photos of the Demons in Heaven celebrating.”
“Then how did they find you?” Augustus asked.
"Because this is a political mission," Warfield said, "I'd rather go out there and wallow in a hail of bullets than sit here and have a big dinner."
When Augustus sat at the same table as Warfield, Reno and other first-class soldiers, the waiters immediately served sumptuous food, and large plates of roast chicken and beer were delivered to the hungry marines.
.
"Take this." Before eating, Warfield reached into his large coat pocket, took out a folded flag, and slowly unfolded it.
“Hey, I like this chess piece.” Harnack shouted loudly.
On the flag is the emblem of the Demon of Heaven, a white skull wearing a black cloak, wings on its back, and eyes burning with red flames.
“Demons of Heaven, assemble!” Augustus suddenly decided to record this moment: “Let Major Warfield take a picture of us.”
All the Marines left their seats, moved tables and chairs, and patted the two inner arc rows.
The third and fourth classes at the front were half-kneeling, while the first and second classes stood side by side. Augustus and Reno in the middle were holding the banner of the Demon of Heaven.
At that moment, everyone was laughing.
…
Augus was very happy, and he was always smiling at the dinner table.
"We are the devils of heaven, we are born like this." Augustus said: "We are brothers, family background, reputation, status and all prejudices are not important. The blood of the devils of heaven flows in each of us."
“We all share the same identity, that is, the devil in heaven!”
“Augustus, you are drunk.” Reno said next to him.
“How can one get drunk from a bottle of beer... Do you think I’m going to stand on a chair and say like Napoleon that Lady Luck is with him?” said Augustus.
“Yes, yes, but you wouldn’t be able to say this in normal times.” Renault said with a smile.
The sky outside the restaurant window is getting darker and darker. Most of the town residents have turned off their lights and are sleeping, and the black night also looks deep.
After two hours passed, when the Marines cleared away the food on the table, Augustus stood up. Augustus had a good drinking capacity and was restrained enough, so he always stayed awake, and
Renault, who had been persuading him to drink less, had already fallen drunk on the ground and was fast asleep holding one of his calves.
"Everyone who can still move, get up." Augustus said: "Take away all the people lying on the ground, lying on the table and sleeping in the toilet. It's time to go to the tattoo shop."
“Who’s sleeping in the toilet?” Lundstein didn’t drink much and was still standing up.
“When I just went to the toilet, I saw Harnack put his head in and snored while hugging the toilet...” Amy Brandon lamented, feeling very embarrassed.
"I'll drag him out..." Lundstein took out a tablecloth and turned to leave.
“Do you really want each of them to get a tattoo of the devil from heaven?” Warfield came over.
"Yes, they all agreed a few days ago, and we have already agreed." Augustus replied.
“You also want to get one?”
"I'm not a devil in heaven." Warfield replied: "But I have to watch you closely, otherwise, who knows if you will come up with any other new tricks... You can't tattoo it on your face, I know
What ridiculous things did you do when you were a student?"
“I knew Arcturus would tell you this.” Augustus stared into Warfield’s eyes: “What else did he tell you?”
“What about wearing a skirt?” Warfield glared.
The topic ends here.
Augustus took the Marines out of the restaurant and turned into a tattoo shop that was still open. The tattooists were men with bare arms and upper bodies covered in tattoos. They asked Augustus to take off his clothes and sit down
On a bench, he was tattooed according to the pictures pinned to the wall.
On the tables and chairs next to them are other heavenly demons. Everyone has chosen the pattern they want and the location of their text.
“I like this pattern.” The person who tattooed Augustus was a woman with sea-blue hair. She was using a blade and a sharp knife-like tool to draw on Augustus’ strong chest.
“It’s cool,” she said.
“This kind of mix and match style has become popular recently,” Augustus said.
When the sting came, Augustus said nothing. His memory told him that this was a necessary process.
The tattoo took a long time. At two o'clock in the morning, the blue-haired tattoo artist was still dyeing the skull on Augustus's right chest to his right forearm.
Lundstein stood next to Augustus, watching the tattoo artist dye while showing the tattoo on his chest - like the flag of the devil in heaven, it is also a skeleton with a black cloak, but this skull's
He holds a lance in one hand and a cross shield in the other.
“Why are there no horses?” asked Augustus.
“I’ve never seen a horse. I wanted to ride a Korhal space shark, but it didn’t have a skeleton.” Lundstein was frustrated.
“You are really unexpectedly persistent in some aspects.” Augustus smiled softly.
At this time, Tychus walked past Augustus and "inadvertently" revealed his tattoos. Tychus was covered in tattoos, and the tattoo of the Devil in Heaven was on the last empty space on his chest.
It was a skeleton with a cigar in his mouth and a heavy machine gun in his hand.
“Very well, Tychus, this devil of heaven is so like you,” said Augustus.
Tychus left satisfied.
"Why does your devil in heaven have a big hammer?" Lundstein asked Augustus: "I originally thought it should be a sharp sword symbolizing authority."
“Because my grandfather once said,” Augustus said, “When all you have is a hammer, everything will look like a nail.”
“Your grandfather was a hero who hunted wolves alone on the moors of Stillling,” said Lundstein.
"Well..." Augustus said: "I suddenly remembered, have you seen Lisa? I looked around, but I didn't see her."
“She came in with us,” said Lundstein, “but she’s not here now.”
“Has anyone seen where Sergeant Lisa Cassidy has gone?” cried Augustus.
Augustus realized a problem, that is, everyone's tattoo time is different, depending on the complexity of each person's tattoo. And if the tattoo Lisa chooses is simple enough, then she can notice it in everyone
Sneaked out before...
This woman...
“I went out once and saw Kesidi in an art gallery.” Josephine, who was sitting on a bench playing with her personal terminal, said.
“What is she doing?” asked Augustus.
“I don’t know…maybe you are appreciating art?” Josephine tilted her head.
Augustus put on his coat and walked out of the tattoo shop like a gust of wind.
There could be an art gallery in a town dedicated to military personnel. It was as incredible as Tychus, wearing a suit and ties, wearing glasses, sitting in his office and concentrating on processing documents.
“Oh, boss, Lisa Cassidy is a wild horse. If you want to tame her, you need to use reins and whips.”
Before Augustus walked past him, "relationship counselor" Kate Josephine wanted to shake Augustus's hand.
“I’ll beat you to death right now!” Augustus slapped Josephine on the head angrily.