The dark blue sky looks like an inverted sea surface. One clear moon is rising and the other is setting. Below is the boundless sea of clouds. Two AOPD transport ships each carrying a main platoon of Marines passed by.
In the night sky of Turasis II, two thin silver lines like meteors were left.
At a certain moment, the two transport ships suddenly accelerated, and the icy blue flames ejected from the propellers became brighter. They dived and jumped into the clouds like boobies with their wings folded and stabbed into the sea.
Augustus's seat vibrated with the bumps of the transport ship. He held his breath and silently counted a series of numbers on the HUD display. Next to him, there were marines holding electromagnetic rifles and machine guns.
Sitting neatly on his seat, the matte mask has the same skull pattern printed on it.
The driver of this transport ship must be a lunatic.
The spaceship was falling like a hunting falcon. The angle between the horizontal plane and the ground was infinitely close to 90 degrees. Augustus felt that he was falling towards the earth. The weightlessness and dizziness of the rapid fall made his heart seem to be out of control.
It beats like a pendulum clock.
Tychus Finley was sitting opposite Augustus, with two seat belts firmly strapping him to the seat. Even so, Tychus was still smoking a cigarette from Ward without changing his expression.
The ashes of the cigarettes that came in from there were blown towards the stern of the cabin and disappeared as soon as the ashes fell.
After the smoke and fire flickered out several times, the propellers on the side of the transport ship were ignited again. The bow of the transport ship gradually flattened, and the belly of the ship was almost touching the ground as it sailed into the distance through the thorny white wilderness of Turasis II.
The spacecraft began to slow down, and the side shields opened immediately. Augustus could see the spacecraft flying very close to the ground, and the scenery on the ground was quickly thrown behind him. He unbuckled his seat belt and walked onto the aisle while holding on to the handrails.
, holding tightly to the iron rod at the side exit of the ship.
"Jump!" Augustus gave the order after the first house appeared. Marines wearing dark gray power armor jumped one after another. When Augustus took off against the strong wind, the transport
The boat has already circled the sky above this gang stronghold several times.
Augustus landed steadily near a concrete building with flashing lights. Two demons from heaven stood beside him, guarding their commander. In the sky, another ship full of resocialized soldiers
were hovering over them, heavily armed Marines jumped from the air.
In front of Augustus' eyes, gang members wearing only civilian clothes were fleeing in panic, holding automatic rifles and even pistols in front of him. Some of them only held wooden sticks and dung forks.
After Augustus raised his rifle and fired a few shots, these people began to flee in panic. His troops almost collapsed without encountering any decent resistance from the enemy. The marines drove the unmotivated people like cattle.
Among gang members, there are many more people who raise their hands to surrender than those who dare to shoot.
Ignoring those who were screaming, Augustus led the two demons from heaven and walked around the wall of the concrete building to the main entrance. The main entrance was a cut synthetic wood board, thin and
The fragile, power-armored Marines broke open the door with ease.
With the clang of the door being knocked open, a gang member wearing pure black power armor bent over and rushed out. The power armor of this gang member was very similar to that used by the Camorians, but not so
A emblem that mostly symbolizes family and lineage. Possibly due to a flaw in the servo system, his movements are quite stiff and look more like a Kemorian imitation of the Federation power armor.
But this did not prevent him from pushing back against the devil of heaven in front of the door like a tank. After taking a few steps, he crashed into Augustus, knocking the latter to the ground who could not dodge.
"Damn it!" Augustus fell to the ground, and before he could stand up, the other party straddled his body, making him unable to move.
The gang member seemed to be crazy. He pinched Augustus's neck with his hands, leaned forward, and gave him a headbutt with all his strength. The helmet masks of the two men hit each other hard, and Augustus
My head was buzzing.
Then came the second and third blows, and the impact caused a slight crack to appear on Augustus' mask. At the fourth and fifth blows, more cracks appeared, and the HUD display flashed red.
Augustus soon realized that he could not escape the other party's control with his own strength.
But Augustus was not alone. With a roar, like the sound of a bell, and a dull collision between two heavy objects, the heavy pressure on his body immediately disappeared.
Henry, the squad leader of the third squad, knocked away the crazy gang member after a run-up. Another Heavenly Demon aimed at the enemy's helmet and opened fire after the enemy was knocked away. In the sound like a light bulb breaking, the opponent's already shattered
The helmet was pierced by a shotgun ball.
"Sir, you should really practice. This is not the first time you have failed in close combat." A demon from heaven stretched out his hand to Augustus.
"I owe you a life, Henry... You are right, my performance in this area is simply a piece of shit." Augustus stood up, feeling that this scene seemed familiar, and he took a deep breath
He took a breath and said, "Fortunately, my swordsmanship teacher didn't see this scene, otherwise he would be ashamed to admit that I was once his best student."
During the boot camp, Augustus scored very high in combat subjects, but this does not conflict with the fact that he was knocked down continuously.
"Everyone has his strengths and weaknesses..." Henry tried to comfort Augustus, but a burst of noise on the communication channel interrupted him.
"This is the first squad. I am the deputy squad leader Lundstein. I found Jim and Max. They are both still alive."
"Where are you?" Augustus was delighted with the news.
"It was a concrete building painted dark red, with a deep pit behind the building," Lundstein replied.
"I understand." Augustus looked up and found the crimson building. At the same time, he ordered all the demons in heaven to clear the battlefield with resocialized soldiers.
When Augustus arrived there, more than two dozen disarmed gang members were standing in a row, leaning against the wall with their hands together, and a black-gray armored Demon of Heaven was guarding them.
"I knew you would rush over to save us, Augustus." Renault had been pulled out of the pit by a rope by Lundstein, and he seemed to be fine.
"There won't be a next time." Augustus was furious when he saw Renault. His mask slowly opened, revealing an angry face: "God knows where I will go to save you next time.
.....You think you are a princess kidnapped by a dragon? Huh?"
From the moment he received the news, Augustus has been controlling his emotions to prevent them from affecting his judgment. But at this moment, Augustus no longer needs to control it, because he must let these two bastards
I know how angry I am.
"Why don't you discuss it with me in advance? Anyway, you should at least tell me. Don't you think I won't be afraid? I can't imagine the possibility that you are already dead. I can only deceive myself."
"Are you going to piss me off to death? Really?"
For a moment, no one dared to speak anymore. There were only sporadic gunshots and breathing sounds all around. The gang members with their hands raised blankly looked at Augustus reprimanding his men.
"say something!"
"Forget it, Augustus, they already know they were wrong." Rondstein walked to Augustus and said softly.
Renault was speechless. He knew that Augustus must be anxious. Augustus was such a person. He rarely showed negative emotions, but that didn't mean that he didn't have any.
At this time, Renault suddenly felt like he was scolded by his parents for getting into trouble as a child. Little Renault's mother would stand in front of him, carrying a basket of freshly baked bread, and elaborate on his crimes, sometimes even shedding tears.
.When his mother had finished scolding him, his father, who had been sitting on the sofa silently, would say a few nice words for him.
The experience of being trained tells Renault that when you are wronged, refutation, sophistry, and excuses will only add fuel to the fire. Generally speaking, being a coward is the wisest choice.
"We thought you wouldn't agree," Zander said quietly.
"Even if you know that I don't agree, you still say it." Augustus stared at Zander like a vicious wolf, and his cold eyes made him take a few steps back: "Are you an idiot? Why don't you think more about it?
Think, think things through. Instead of making a decision at once and then using your butt to figure out what to do!"
"I..." Zander originally wanted to say that he knew he was wrong, but Augustus was so angry that he was almost in a state of explosion.
"What are you?" Augustus stared at Zander with his cold gray eyes, like a lion with suppressed anger.
"Let's talk about it when we go back, Augustus, we still have to deal with those gangsters." Lundstein patted Augustus on the shoulder and winked at Zander.
"Shoot them all!"
Augustus threw off Lundstein's shoulders and turned his head no longer to look at Zander. He almost roared out, scaring the legs of the gang members.
"Even if they all deserve to die, we shouldn't do this job." Lundstein said: "We inspected the warehouse here and found that in addition to food, there are also a lot of Vulture and armored vehicle parts. I think this
The gang must have been in the arms smuggling business before, and the buyers must be Camorians."
Augustus took a few deep breaths to temporarily restrain his anger, and turned to think about what to do with the things in the hands of these gangsters: "Pack all the food away, and as for the weapons and equipment... I'll leave the weapons and equipment to you.
The logistics officer in the fortress."
"Why bother with those who sit in the office?" At this time, Tychus, carrying an electromagnetic rifle, was walking over with several demons from heaven, holding a cigar he got from nowhere in his mouth.
"Let me tell you, those bandits may have a lot of good things in their hands." Tychus flicked his cigarette ashes: "Equipment, spaceship, money. In their lair, you can even find a lot of banknotes and boxes.
Boxes of drugs. Find their gang boss and ask for everything."
Augustus and Tychus looked at each other and saw cunning and greed in each other's eyes.
"It's hard to take action." Augustus shook his head.
"I have a way." Tychus's eyes lit up and he walked closer.
"I confirmed that the armor recording is turned off." Augustus said.
"I have been in the business of reselling military supplies for almost ten years. I know exactly who I can trust and which customers are most willing to spend money." Tychus exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Foolproof?"
"It's impossible to be foolproof, but even if you check it, you can only find it on my head." Tychus replied.
"Well..." Augustus said.
"Okay, let's split the money half and half," Tychus said to Augustus.
Augustus shook his head.
"You are seven and I am three. I take greater risks than you." Tychus showed an unhappy expression.
A second later, he added: "You are eight and I am two."
"Keep the equipment and stock up first." Augustus said: "I will be useful to them in the future. Besides, I am not short of money, so there is no need to take risks."
"..." Tychus's throat was a little dry. The most critical problem is that he is short of money. For a man like Tychus who spends a lot of money on women, money is always used very well.
Quick. Sometimes, Tychus would find four women in a night, and his Marine Corps salary wasn't even enough for him to drink.
"Then what you said is true?"
"In a few years, you will have the opportunity to use your network to make money." Augustus just wanted to confirm whether Tychus had the ability to cash in the seized materials.
"Go, Tychus, find that gang leader. If you find him, all the valuables he has on him will be yours."
"I won't let you have another chance to regret." Tychus originally didn't want to pay attention to Augustus, but his feet moved on their own, so Tychus could only curse himself for being spineless.
After a while, a man with wild hair was dragged in front of Augustus by Tychus: "He only has a watch on him, Mengsk, I really shouldn't believe you."
"That's because you are unlucky." Augustus said and looked at Renault, who was hiding out of his sight: "Jim, tell me what this guy did to you just now."
"He threw me in, and then said he would pour water on me." Renault was relieved to see Augustus no longer angry. He was not interested in revenge, and just hoped that Augustus would calm down.
"Throw him down so that his head doesn't touch the ground." Augustus said to the demons in heaven around him.
"Wait, you can't do this." Silas Tasker looked at the Marines with skulls on their helmets who were gradually approaching him and shouted in horror: "I still have value, you can't do this.
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"That's not what you said ten minutes ago." Renault complained: "You are a revolutionary, you are the son of a worker, you fight for the enemy."
"Then, prove your worth." Augustus looked at Tasker and said calmly: "Otherwise I will hang you up and let the sunshine of Turasis II bake you dry in a month.
I swear I will make you regret being born into this world."
"I have twelve sets of power armor and several vulture vehicles hidden in the warehouse and basement, as well as two decommissioned Federation Goliath robots... I also have two million credit coins, all in cash.
I still have 1.5 million in my bank account." Tasker took out a hand-drawn map and handed it to Augustus.
"Very good." Augustus took the map and handed it to Lundstein beside him.