StarCraft: Becoming the Zerg Overlord

The city's residents have now been completely evacuated, and there are no cordons even at the main entrances and exits. Google Search Reading

The streets are abnormally empty, and there is not even a federal patrolman.

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Flying close to the empty streets, Mike was full of doubts, trying to figure out what happened to the group of reporters in the cafe.

Are they staying somewhere else, or have they been thrown into the wilderness like other evacuated refugees?

Suddenly, there was a "bang" from behind, and the Vulture motorcycle under him was hit by something and swayed.

Mike turned around and saw another Vulture motorcycle following behind him on the left.

Through the polarized window behind the motorcycle, Mike saw the figure of the driver pointing his finger at his ear.

This is a universal gesture, which means: "Turn on your viewing system, idiot."

Mike plugged in the communication line in the car, and Sarah Kerrigan's face appeared on the screen.

"Come with me," she said.

"Why did you hit my motorcycle? Are you trying to kill me?"

"What a stupid question. You've been dead for a long time."

"What?" Mike blurted out.

"The report an hour ago said that a small group of terrorists attacked a bus full of reporters using equipment stolen from the flamethrowers."

"They used badges to identify the charred victims and made a list of the dead. Your name was at the top of the list."

"Congratulations, Liberty. The obituary said a lot of good things about you."

"Oh, God." Mike felt something churning in his stomach again.

His reporter badge was in Rourke's hand.

Did he want to kill me? Did he kill the wrong person? Was it because I exposed the dark side of the construction of the Tarsonis City Hall?

The killer actually chased me to such a remote place to do it?

A lot of thoughts flashed through Mike's mind.

Kerrigan laughed, "It has nothing to do with the buildings in Tarsonis, reporter."

"Some people in this place want you dead. You know too much, Mr. Liberty."

Mike's stomach twitched, "What do you mean?"

The communication line was filled with "crackling" noises, "Think about the reports you sent from the scene. It was your reports that caused the local militia to suffer."

"They were fighting the Zerg, and the Marines did not arrive in time. This fact was exposed to the public and made some people very annoyed."

"That's why Duke arrested the local militia , send them to the prison ship, Duke hopes that this planet has no defense, isn't it obvious?"

"If you really want to help the local people, then follow me."

Mike shook his head, "What if I refuse?"

"Then I will knock you over, tie you to my car and drag you to death."

A "crackling" noise came from the communication line, "Ha, look at your bear, driving like an old woman."

Then Kerrigan's Vulture motorcycle turned a sharp left turn in front, and Mike followed in a hurry, and had to admit that his driving skills were really poor.

They came to a large warehouse complex, most of which were now empty.

Kerrigan's motorcycle slid into a warehouse with an open door.

When Mike clumsily followed and stopped, Kerrigan had already got off the motorcycle.

"It's dangerous to hit me like you just now." Mike said as he got off the motorcycle, "You must think you are a first-class racer. "

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