StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

According to the official statement, the measures aimed at protecting civilians (briefings released by the press in the direction of the white officials) were implemented here. It is military control, and the military has taken over all the power of the local government.

The residents of Mal Sara were driven to some temporary residents by the army. It is said that it is convenient to retreat in those places.

In fact, even if there is a timetable for abandoning this planet, no one knows where the life -saving spacecraft will fly from the critical moment.

During this period, every corner of the city had soldiers who patrolled back and forth, and those citizens who stayed in the city were now very nervous.

There is nothing to report, and the reporters do nothing. They gathered in the cafe in front of the hotel to play poker, waiting for the next batch of official "news" that officially allowed to be released, and at the same time desperately guess.

Mike also wore time here. He was wearing his big crickets and looked more like a native locals than those around the surrounding reporters.

"Guys, I don't think it is a foreign race."

Jorke, holding a poker with both hands.

Ruerk is a big red hair, with a long bended scar on the forehead.

"I think the son of‘ Keha ’was finally full of wings, and began to launch a nuclear revenge for the federal home where they was destroyed."

"Don't chew the roots of tongue." Mangus said.

This is a stubborn old guy who works for the local daily.

"Nakha just joked, you want to be able to take a gun!"

"Then what do you have, guys?" Ruerk was unconvinced.

"They are humans, but they are not like us." Old reporters said, "They come from the ancient earth. I think they may pay too much attention to the hereditary purity, otherwise it will not be exiled to our ancestors with criminal genes at first. Come here ""

"They are now passed on with cloned technology. Here, they come here to clear the impurities in human genetic genes."

Ruerk nodded, "I have heard such a statement. Sadyus, who works at the post office, said that they are robots and there is a program inside that they are not allowed to defend them for their own safety."

"Why do they run away when Norad Ⅱ appeared? The reason is here."

"You're wrong." Said Murray from a special reporter from a religious news network, "They are angels, God's doomsday judgment has come!"

Johlk and Mangles laughed at the same way.

Then Ruerk turned to Mike and asked, "What do you think, Lieberti? What do you think they are?"

"I don't know." Mike said, "No matter what they are, in short, they cooked the surface of the planet next door into a pot of porridge. This is what I see."

"I can only be sure. If they are coming here, the action will be much faster than the federal response, and we can only sit next to the bomb to play playing cards."

After a while, everyone was silent, and even the holy special reporter Muri had nothing to say there. The above table was like a tangible coffin cover.

In the end, Ruerk exhaled long and said, "You, the little Tasanis, always destroy the atmosphere of the party.

Suddenly, Mike sat straight and stared at the road outside.

Murry and Jork quickly rotated the chair and looked down at Mike's eyes, but they did not find any abnormal situation.

The street is the same as usual, scattered some soldiers of the Marine Corps, some wearing combat armor, and some wearing standard uniforms.

"Quick! Ruerk, use your reporter's certificate," Mike said.