StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

Mike felt that there were too many questions he wanted to ask Kerrigan. Google search reading

In particular, how did she know what question she wanted to ask next?

What about those unidentified alien creatures?

That was the next question he wanted to ask Kerrigan.

Maybe Kerrigan had talked to the people he had just interviewed and learned some of the interests he had accidentally revealed?

Or, Kerrigan had read Mike's thoughts through some other weird things.

Whatever, Mike thought to himself as he hurried to catch up with Lieutenant Emily: Anyway, I can never sit at the same table with Sarah Kerrigan to play poker.

Where there is no information, people will rack their brains to explore and pursue.

In some cases, they even rely on imagination to make up events.

This is the case with the Sarah system.

Now Mike and his friends are in this situation.

No one tells them the truth, so they have to go deep into the interior to find answers.

But almost as soon as they get there, they realize that what they are pursuing is exactly what they want to avoid.

They took it for granted that everything would be fine;

They rushed into action without loading their guns; they rushed in without even bringing enough weapons, thinking they knew what they were doing. How stupid!

The stupidest of all was that they were so foolish as to believe that the Protoss were the first alien intelligent race that humans had come into contact with

Anselm Town.

Mike tried his best to persuade Lieutenant Emily to take a detour to Anselm Beth.

He told her the stories he had heard from the refugees.

In order not to further stimulate Emily and prevent her from getting angry again, Mike tried to choose neutral words without emotion when speaking.

Even so, the lieutenant was still immersed in the mood that was corrupted by the red-haired Kerrigan.

Now, Emily drove forward in a gloomy mood.

Although the stimulant could help her control her anger, it could not completely eliminate the unhappiness caused by it.

The jeep stirred up dust all the way, rolling behind them like a pile of chicken feathers.

Mike Liberty believed that the residents of Anselm could see them coming from a distance.

However, when they got there, the town was empty and no one was seen.

"It seems they have retreated," Mike said, jumping out of the car.

Lieutenant Emily muttered to the back of the jeep, opened the rear hatch, and pulled out a magnetic gun.

"You take one, sir?" she asked.

Mike shook his head.

"At least a pistol?"

Mike shook his head again and walked towards a nearby house.

Anselm is a mining town with only a dozen houses, all built with prefabricated panels cast from slag and local wood.

Now it is dead silent and desolate here. There are no livestock, no dogs, and even no birds.

Why is this happening? Mike was puzzled and felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. Could someone be secretly monitoring his every move?

The house Mike approached was an office for handling mining rights.

Wooden floor, office in the front and residential in the back.

The owner seemed to have just left. There were still blue crystal minerals on the balance scale on the counter.

Mike went in.

Emily lingered at the door, the magnetic gun in her hand ready to fire at any time.

There was a spicy smell in the air, which made people's noses uncomfortable when they breathed it.