StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The residential community where Mr. Leiter's bar is located is actually a block composed of countless narrow streets that extend for more than ten miles. On both sides of the block are simple residential houses in slums or shops selling scraps, as well as various Various shops selling potions with various strange side effects and obsolete technological products.

Among those simple houses, there are also strip clubs that can only be decorated with countless neon billboards, or high-end bars that sell almost all illegal drugs, including drugs.

As soon as Augustus entered the block, he was almost blinded by the thousands of neon signs that were emitting brilliant and dazzling lights of various colors.

There is almost no distinction between day and night in the slums of Tarsonis, so the lights here have never been extinguished since the existence of this neighborhood. The too dazzling blue, purple and red light pollution made Augustus and others uncomfortable.

There are only a few pedestrians in the streets that are only a few dozen feet wide. Most of them are homeless people without jobs or gangsters or gangsters with colorful hair and beautiful tattoos on their arms. The light is too bright and the smell is pungent. The strong smell of wine was the first impression this world left on Augustus.

Countless low-level residents live here, and they can only earn a meager salary by doing jobs such as cleaning sewers and replacing robots with wiping high-altitude glass windows on high floors at a cheaper price. And those born villains are engaged in any industry that they think can make money, and these industries are without exception related to crime.

At the sight of Tarsonis police officers in uniforms, these underworld people and vicious villains scattered and fled, except for a few men in long-sleeved jackets and trousers who stared at them from a distance. Each neighborhood has a gang that rules over all slum residents. They collect protection fees from the residents in the neighborhood at a fixed time and use all despicable and vicious methods to persecute those who cannot afford the money.

Augustus and the police chief walked in the front, followed by police officers with live ammunition. Most of the police officers only held P220 electromagnetic pistols. But unless the gang leaders of the slums wanted to force the police department to mobilize elite police officers to clean up the neighborhood, Otherwise they would not have dared to blatantly attack so many police officers.

The ground here is always wet. A UNN news broadcasting robot that is only the size of a football is walking slowly in the street. It locks on the largest crowd and soon comes to Augustus. The news above its head The title of the image is clearly: Angus Mengsk! Beware of the resurgence of terrorism in Korhal IV!

The police sergeant casually kicked the newscasting robot away. The robot with two antennas and one wheel immediately raised the volume of its speaker and spun around a few times: "You hurt a radio for no reason. Intelligent robots protected by the law, I will contact the Tarsonis Police Department!"

"Go on, kid." The Sheriff kicked it further: "Remember to take your mother with you."

Augustus stood at the door of "Daddy Leiter's Bar" and took a few glances. The dozen or so stacked billboards had a variety of luminous English letters, and there were even signs similar to Ji Fang's. The word "for rent" seems to indicate that these slum dwellers will not give up easily as long as they can shine.

As the police rushed into the bar with loud drinks, expelling or beating innocent guests who were drinking outside the bar's front desk, until the owner of the bar, Leiter, came out of a dark and sealed compartment filled with excited screams.

Old Leiter's left arm has been replaced with a graspable robotic arm, and his right foot hidden under his trousers has also been modified in the same way. This kind of body modification is as common in Tarsonis, especially in the chaotic slums, as the tattoos and earrings on the bad boys.

This is not just because many people in the slums are missing arms and legs due to fierce conflicts and various dangerous jobs. Many people voluntarily replace their limbs to make them "invulnerable".

At present, this kind of transformation technology is not very mature. The transformation that slum dwellers can accept is quite primitive due to the limitations of science and technology. Not only does it require frequent replacement of parts, but it is also far less flexible than the original arms and legs. It can only be easily assisted. Its just life.

The slums of Tarsonis City may be the most chaotic and disorderly corner of the universe. In order to survive, the people here will also use biological or chemical agents that may have side effects to help them win in the fierce gang fights. These side effects include, but are not limited to, the growth of additional soft tissue, teeth, or tentacles.

"Chief Anson, I have already handed in this month"

"Shut up! You filthy human trafficker and butcher!" Anson stopped Leiter and angrily said: "I swear by the sacred duty that a police officer should perform, I will definitely send you to prison."

"You actually detained Mr. Tychus Finley, a law-abiding federal citizen, for no reason, and you regarded law and justice as nothing!"

"Tychus Finley? I have an impression of this person." Leiter was still a little confused and panicked at first, but when he heard what the police chief said, he smiled knowingly.

"He owes the fourteen girls the payment they deserve. As their protector, I should use all reasonable means to get the money."

"I don't believe what you said." Without waiting for the Sheriff to speak, Augustus walked to Leiter's side. He just stared at the other person calmly and stood with his hands behind his back: "I'm going to see it now. Finley.”

"Did you hear that? If you heard that, then do it."

Leiter hesitated for a moment, but did it anyway. The feeling that Augustus gave him was far from being as simple as that of a rich young man who had no experience in the world. Leiter's success in the slums to his current status did not rely on pure fighting.

Soon, Tychus, who was tied with a thin rope in a tortoise-shell manner, walked out surrounded by several big men. Tychus was still naked at this time, without even a pair of underwear, so this binding method seemed a bit philosophical.

Lisa immediately covered Augustus's eyes, while the other demons in heaven laughed.

"Mengsk, you are such a good person! I knew I could trust you!" Then Tychus asked the people next to him to untie him with an extremely proud and almost intimidating tone: "Hurry up and untie me, you guys Useless bitch."

Leit seemed not to mention the debt anymore and ordered his men to release Tychus. Because if they really want to confront him, Tychus will definitely realize that he does not owe money at all, and Augustus and the police behind him will not help him.

At this time, a woman with a charming smile came out, threw a pair of underwear to Tychus and praised his superb skills and amazing physical strength.

"Sheriff, please tell this guy how much money I spent to fish him out today." Augustus moved Lisa's hand away and looked at Tychus who was calmly putting on his underwear and said.

"Remember this money, Finley. You owe me this."

I might have a day off tomorrow and go fishing...