StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

The big man with fiery red hair instinctively covered the document hanging on his neck, as if it was his only life -saving straw: "guy, this is not good. GOOGLE search and read"

"Okay." Mike took out his identity documents of his Star Wingle Corps, "You can always change your documents with you."

"Why?" The big man Josek said, his hands unconsciously removed the certificate from his neck.

"You are a local reporter." Mike said, "They allow you to enter the Mainland via a warning line."

"That being said, but what I write must be under military censorship." Ruerk said disconnected.

He handed his documents to Mike. "In short, don't want to issue any reports."

"Maybe, but I will go crazy here when I am always staying here, please, give me a bag of cigarettes."

"I thought you planned to quit, guy." Ruerk said.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, buddy."

Mike grabbed Jorke's smoke, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, stood up and quickly rushed out of the cafe. The reporter's certificate that he threw on the table played on the table before stopping.

"The Tasanis people are all lunatic, guys." Ruerk shook his head at the door of the cafe and murmured.

"Do you want to play cards?" Mangus asked if Rocke slowly.

"Lieutenant Emily!" Mike shouted.

While running, he proved Jorke's reporter to his neck, and his feet rose all the way.

The lieutenant turned around, and his smiley face was at each other Mike, "Mr. Liebiti. I am glad to see you again."

Although Mike has never been concluded, this smile is the result of sincerity or program adaptation.

But at this moment, he felt that Emily's smile was warm.

Emily did not wear a combat suit, but was uniform in a yellow Khabu army.

This means that she did not undertake monitoring tasks.

There was a emergency jet gun on one side of her hips, and a daunting fighting dagger on the other side.

Mike came to the Lieutenant Lady and took out the bag of cigarettes just caught from Jorke from the shirt pocket.

Emily smiled a little embarrassed and pulled out one.

"I thought you quit smoking," she said.

Mike shrugged, "I think you have quit."

Mike suddenly remembered that she had no fire on her body, but Emily had taken out a miniature lighter.

A small bunch of laser flashed out of the lighter and lit cigarettes.

The female lieutenant sucked the cigarette greedily, and slowly sprayed it out, only to say, "The last time I forcibly dragged you away on the Norad II, I had to say sorry, that was my duty."

Mike shrugged again, "It doesn't matter. Doing reporters, you often encounter such a thing, you are polite enough. How do you, be busy?"

"I want to find a car and a driver and take me to the Mainland to see it." Mike tried his best to make his tone relaxed, as if he put forward the simplest requirement, similar to asking cigarettes or something.

Emily's face was gloomy for a moment, "They allow you to pass the cordon? I have nothing else, sir, but after the last time the command cabin, I want to go back to Tasanis."

"As the saying goes,‘ time will flatten all trauma ’.” Mike said. He pulled the document of Jorke hanging on his chest. "They were loosened to me, which was more free than the original.

"The evacuation, sir." Emily corrected.

"Yes, it is the evacuation. I think of the scene and understand the heroic Mal Sara people, how to despise those threats from space with a fearless spirit, do you have any interest to go with me?"