StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

Mike knows Edmond Duke's family background. His family is one of the most influential ancient families in the Federation. He was originally the leader of the Coper Rulu colonies.

This guy must messed up on the road to promotion and get rich, otherwise the uniform should have been embellished with Lieutenant General Star emblem.

Mike speculated that the incident was difficult to end at that time, and was deeply buried into the mysterious federal military archives by the official.

Mike believes that there must be an answer to this question in the tattered aged goods in Hamdi Anderson's basement.

The door of the reception room slid on both sides. Colonel Duke came in like a legendary giant, walking in, like a giant chariot was dispeling the infantry blocked in front.

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His face is even more severe than just now.

He raised one hand to signal that Mike would not have to stand up (Mike didn't mean to stand up), and then turned around with a large desk and sat down.

He put his elbows on the dusty obsidian desktop, and clenched his ten fingers.

"I hope, Mike, can we talk happily, do you have plenty of time?" Duke asked.

He spoke with the significant characteristics of the ancient Federal family, and his low voice was lazy.

Mike did not expect that Colonel would chat, but he still worked hard to make sincere and fear, showing his opinion that he agreed to the general.

"I'm afraid, your business is not over yet." Colonel said, "Our initial task has been replaced, and we have received a new task. The time is two weeks.

Mike's mouth.

This brief introduction he has heard of him for many years, even if a flat -headed people understand, at this time, it is best not to intervene recklessly.

"We are changing the route of navigation and turning to Sarang. It is very remote and far away. Two planets, Mal Sara and Cheo Sara."

Colonel is slowly chewing this topic, just like the giant bear chewing chicken bones, it is not easy to swallow it with a scalp, it is difficult to spit out.

Mike was not in a hurry, waiting to see the school to continue performing.

"I have to remind you to pay attention to your identity. You are a reporter who sent the Alpha Squadron."

"Under the management of the federal army, your rights are restricted. You need to know the standards and how to fulfill your obligations."

"Yes, the chief." Mike agreed seriously, trying to leave a good impression of adhered to the military discipline.

"Your service period will be extended, and the tasks of interviews will remain unchanged. Today, all your reports must pass military review." Duke nodded his diamond -shaped head and made it clear that he wanted to hear Mike immediately.

"Yes, the chief." Mike said clearly, expressing clearly, saying that he was completely the intention of the chief.

At this time, Mike was trembling around him.

The Norad No. II is oscillation, and the oscillation is getting stronger and stronger.

Those busy men and women are preparing to allow Norad II to enter the ultra -light -speed wormhole, or do they want it to invest in fighting?

Suddenly I couldn't figure out Mike, and I made an excuse for their excuses to not participate in the use of combat uniforms.

At this time, Colonel Edmondo Duke, in this throat, like a giant bear with chicken bones, said, "You know our history."

Mike blinked, and I didn't know how to respond to Colonel.

I had to say according to the military setting of the army: "Siren?"