StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

The full military restrictions meant that all reports written by Mike would be edited by the military before being sent back from Norad II.

It was conceivable that Handy Anderson would curse the military censorship system after receiving this briefing.

At the same time, he would be so excited about this once-in-a-lifetime news topic that Mike had dug up that he would dance in the office.

If God had eyes, Mike thought, let this damn acrophobic person dance all the way to the window.

Mike started to prepare the second report, which was written in encryption software and burned on a small CD.

This was a report that was not intended to be sent anywhere, and it was a harsh insurance policy.

If he lost his life, as long as his body was found, people could learn what had happened through this CD.

Mike had just finished the second report when a huge shadow blocked the light in the room.

Mike raised his head and saw Lieutenant Emily's face.

Emily in front of him was a head taller than usual and weighed several hundred pounds more.

She was wrapped in a combat suit, and moved by the power system inside the combat suit.

A belt was tied to one side of her body. Once she was in battle, an 8mm C-14 magnetic gun and a nail gun would be hung on the belt, making her a real killer.

Her helmet visor was lifted up, and she smiled excitedly at Mike, looking like a little girl who was looking forward to being the center of attention at her first adult dance.

"Sir? We are about to exceed the superluminal flight state. The colonel wants to see you in the command cabin. If you are free, please go quickly." The female lieutenant said, turned around and left.

This bastard meant for me to go immediately, Mike thought.

Hurry up and follow Emily out of my residence.

The passage was not wider than before, but now everyone was wearing bulky combat suits, so they had to use these passages as one-way streets. The thick arrows on the floor indicated the direction, which was obviously very effective.

Mike found that he was the only one who was not wearing a combat suit on the Norad II. He suddenly felt like the only kindergarten kid in the sixth grade.

"I should be given one of those suits," he complained.

"As far as I know, you haven't participated in the training of using CMC power combat suits, sir," Emily said.

"I have read the manual."

"What is written there is only enough for you to learn how to protect yourself in an emergency, sir."

"However, if there is any emergency, I will protect your personal safety. This is my duty, don't worry."

"This really gives me confidence." Mike said, smiling sweetly at Emily's back, fearing that there was a camera behind her weird combat suit pointing at him.

Just as Emily took Mike to the command bridge, the Norad II shook violently.

In the process of jumping out of the wormhole, the Norad II spacecraft felt a very obvious blockage.

The surrounding space was slightly stagnant, and then moved again.

At this moment, the Norad II completed the space conversion and the engine exited the superluminal flight state.

Now, they have entered the Sara system