StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

"You don't want your life!"

Mike Liberty rushed forward and pulled Donny Vermillion back, who was looking out the window, and pressed him under the window.

"That's the army. They use real guns and live ammunition. Even stray bullets can kill you." Mike almost choked Donnie's neck and shouted in a low voice.

"They won't wait to find out who you are before they shoot you!"

"It's such a pity. We missed an opportunity to make a name for ourselves. I bet you will regret it for the rest of your life." Donnie's voice was so small that it seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. It has to be as funny as a drake's voice.

If he hadn't seen Doni Vermillion's shaking legs, Mike would have thought he was a fearless boy.

"Don't give up. Unless you activate the backup generator in the basement, we won't be able to start the equipment in the studio. Then you will have to find a useless camera crew to follow a group of soldiers who are fighting for their lives to complete the entire filming process."

Mike grabbed another hold of Donnie and tried to drag him back to the vending machine, which saved his life.

Almost at the same time, with the roar of the Goliath robot cannon, a row of thick and transparent bullet holes appeared on the wall behind them. The bullets shattered the intricately carved limestone and tiles embedded with indigo glass. The ceiling decorated with stained glass shattered, and the falling glass shards looked like sharp knives.

"Hey!" At this time, when Mike tried to pull him back, the frightened Donnie immediately ran out and ran quickly in the spacious hall of the headquarters building.

"I thought you weren't afraid of death." Mike followed him closely.

It was completely dark now, and the lighting equipment that had lost power supply no longer worked. It was pitch black everywhere. It took a lot of effort for Mike to jump over the collapsed chair and catch up to Donnie.

Donnie ran for several minutes before rushing into a reading room used for UNN employees' leisure and entertainment, and dove into the dense bookshelves.

"You! Who are you?" Unexpectedly, there were several people hiding in the reading room. They were also wearing the same uniforms with the golden UNN logo on their clothes.

"I'm Donnie! That's right, the one the audience likes the most." Donnie hurriedly said something when he was nervous. It took him a long time to realize that the person in front of him was one of his own.

"There are at least three Donnies here - but it seems that this kid is not a threat. Everyone, please come out." When Mike also stepped into the reading room, a tall and thin man poked his head out in the light of the flashlight. Come on. Behind him were many people, all wearing gray-blue uniforms.

To Mike's surprise, he actually knew the man. That haunting mustache and ridiculous middle-parted hair immediately became associated with the image of one of Mike's colleagues.

This is a rare thing at the UNN headquarters, which has thousands of employees alone. Many people do not know their colleagues who work on the same floor until they leave.

"Max Spear! I thought you had been transferred to Veridia. I didn't expect to see you here." Mike greeted the man when he walked into the reading room.

"Oh! Liberty, I almost thought that you had no bones left after you offended the Titus family last time. It turns out that you are still alive. God grabbed your butt and threw you out of heaven?" The separated blond man hugged Mike excitedly. During the hug, both of them repeatedly confirmed whether they had remembered the other person's face correctly.

"Old friend? It seems you know each other very well." Donnie stood next to Mike. After all, the latter was the only person he knew well here.

"Listen, I don't have any friendship with this guy, I haven't even spoken a few words. Overall, I don't like him, and he doesn't like me." Suddenly, Mike said to the confused Donnie Carrying it aside, he whispered to him in a low voice.

"A flamboyant circus clown, a two-legged frog that makes people laugh."

"So that's it." Donnie said he understood.

"Spiel is the best newscaster I have ever seen." After speaking, Mike brought Donnie to Max Spear, who was staring at him suspiciously.

"Occasionally guest war reporters." Spear waved to the back. Several UNN employees walked out from behind the tall bookshelves carrying large and small bags of equipment and backpacks. A small, spherical camera was looking at them. Suspended behind them, shaped like an eyeball.

This advanced drone camera device is powered by a battery with an incredible capacity and is used by UNN reporters to report live in the most dangerous areas of the Koprulu sector. According to Mike's understanding, this kind of camera can work normally in hurricanes with a speed of 100 meters per second and huge waves several stories high, but the designers obviously did not consider what mortal reporters should do.

"Okay, guys, now we're going to cut to live coverage on the battlefield on Tarsonis. I'm your old friend, Max Spear, your only person who knows the truth." He faced the station suspended in the air. The camera flashes its signature smile.

"I will take you directly to the scene to understand the most thrilling and gripping battle that took place on the battlefield of the great defense of Tarsonis. The great Federation Marine Corps is locked in a bitter battle with the Earth invaders. The Federation's most courageous and powerful The heroes are still fighting bloody battles, just to protect the tomorrow of the people of Tarsonis!" He tightened his tie.

"This is probably the only live report that will be well received. The executive directors of UNN must give us promotions and salary increases."

"Ahem, remember to pinch off this part."

"Spiel, now is not the time to record a show." Mike felt his face twitching.

"Now is the time!" Spear showed a fierce expression: "Brother, don't cause trouble for me - you troublemaker, a dung beetle who doesn't wipe his shit."

After speaking, Spear turned to the floating camera: "I am Spear, I am on the front line, and as usual, I am fighting side by side with the brave and fearless federal soldiers!"

"Guys, the sound of artillery fire is almost inaudible. I bet the war is almost over. Let's get first-hand information."

Under the leadership of Spear, a dozen UNN employees carrying large and small equipment trotted out of the reading room. There were men and women among these people, and they were all carrying various cables and backpacks. Most of them were lean and capable people with bright eyes.

"How do you know it wasn't the Earthlings who won?" Mike tried to remind his colleague, who was not on good terms with him.

"That's also a good thing. Our new employer on Earth may be able to better comply with the 8-hour work system and normal vacations." Spear seemed to be in high spirits: "I would rather serve a better boss."

"God, I love Earthlings."

"I have heard about the deeds of Max Spear. He was the announcer of UNN as early as the Guild War." As Spear and his people gradually walked away, Donnie came over and whispered to Mike: "At that time I could often see his evening reports."

"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, this guy does have some abilities." Mike said: "During the Guild War, Spear once wore power armor and carried a camera to charge with the federal marines, and he could run very fast. Faster than the sergeant with him.”

"This bastard is very courageous. I suspect he just likes the feeling of dancing on the tightrope."

"Spear's most well-known deeds are his interviews with the former Heroic Team of Heaven's Demons." He explained: "According to him, he had interviews with Augustus Mengsk, Jim Raynor and Tychus at that time. ·Finley was chatting and laughing."

"Dances with Wolves!" Donnie said: "Who would have thought that the hero at that time would become the rebel leader who caused trouble."

"The facts I learned are somewhat different from that. I heard that after interviewing Augustus Mengsk, Spier was thrown out of the military camp by Tychus Finley holding his belt. The next day, he was still alive. The faces keep coming,” Mike said.

"Later this idiot got into some trouble because he was accused of colluding with the rebels because of his reporting bias toward the rebels, and was almost arrested and jailed by the Federal Intelligence Service," he said:

"If you ask Speer, he'll also tell you the story of how he once drank whiskey with that Augustus Mengsk."

Come to think of it, several people here have some connection with Augustus. Augustus is actually the boss behind Mike, and Spear once followed and interviewed the future marshal of the revolutionary army, and Doni Vermillion He scolded him unceremoniously.

"What kind of shame do we UNN people need?" Donnie thought deeply.

"Do you want to follow him?"

"Follow him and have a look." Mike said: "Staying here is not an option. I want to see what tricks he wants to play."

As he spoke, Mike followed him, while Donnie ran over faster and stood with Spear, as if he also wanted to take advantage of the camera. They walked through numerous corridors, carefully looking for a way out of the dark and deserted headquarters building.

So far, no military personnel from either side have attempted to enter the building, but any officer with a strategic vision should not ignore the dangerous location of the UNN headquarters. It chokes the main traffic route to the seat of the Federal Parliament. If someone can set up heavy firepower points such as machine guns and electromagnetic cannons on it, they will definitely inflict heavy casualties on the enemy.

"This is Max Spear, I am reporting for you from the front line. The Earthlings' offensive seems to have been hindered, and they finally stopped in front of the impregnable fortress of the Federal Army." Spear finally came to the stairs, walking He was still staring at the camera in front of him, as if he was not worried that he might fall.

"I am special correspondent Donny Vermillion, and I will report to you on the front line with Mr. Spear." Donny tried to squeeze away from Spear.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Spear was furious: "Don't make trouble! The UNN audience doesn't know Dhoni."

"Sooner or later I will be famous in Koprulu." Doni is extremely shameless.

"This is the center of the battlefield. If you make such a loud noise, I believe the Earthlings will capture you!" Spier took out a cane from nowhere and hit Donnie on the head: "You idiot, you are going to destroy everything!"

Suddenly, everyone was convinced that they heard the sound of footsteps and the sound of a gun bolt being pulled. Several soldiers in gray-white power armor rushed out of the stairs with thunderous momentum. One of the officers raised the pistol in his hand and shot it, shattering the spherical camera parked in the air.

The power armor he wears is obviously very different from that of the Federation Marines. The cooling equipment of its reactor is much smaller and lighter, and the armor plates are connected with thin and tough nanowires instead of the servo skeleton of the Federation armor. It is wearing a cross helmet with a blue mask, and various shrinking geometric symbols and numbers can be seen on the head display.

One of them was wearing white power armor, and the front end of his arm was equipped with some kind of injection gun, and there were reserve units for laser scalpels and automatic suturers. Their wall-mounted shields are painted with red and white crosses, and the storage room under the shields contains nano medical kits.

UED medic.

"You're right. Now, throw away everything in your hands and stand against the wall, you guys." The officer waved his hand, and more soldiers came in from behind.

"You are very lucky to have met me, and I need a few locals and 'translators' who understand the terrain." His voice had a thick accent, mixed with a lot of difficult slang. Perhaps the man was seeing this as a polished, pure solar accent that someone like Edmund Duke would have called him a fringe-world bastard.

The regions are so far apart and so vast that it sounds like another language.

Mike, who was standing in the back, had to raise his hands together with his panicked colleagues - the Earthlings are humans after all, not Zerg, and they will at least reason with you.

Then under the light of the searchlights on the power armor of these Earth soldiers, Mike could see the strange symbols on their bodies, which were some kind of ancient runes, representing the Earth's satellite Luna (United Earth Council colony).

"Moon Man." Mike was speechless.

He has a certain understanding of the history of the earth. Long before the ancestors of humans in the Koprulu star set off from the earth, the earthlings had established colonies on the earth's satellites. These new humans living in artificial atmospheres and transformed ecological parks had many problems. It has remained loyal to the Earth for centuries.

"Sir, we are all ordinary citizens of Tarsonis." Spear felt sorry for his expensive photography equipment and raised his hands as the other party said.

"No ordinary citizen would run around in the city at this time." The UED officer never opened his helmet visor, so these uneasy UNN employees could only uneasily speculate on the face underneath.

What do people on earth look like? Maybe they are no longer ordinary humans.

"This media building has now been commandeered by the UED expeditionary force. You can choose to serve us." He didn't seem to give any other options.

"You mean to make us the traitors of the Tyranids. I tell you there is absolutely no chance of this! This great nation will never bow to the invaders!" Unexpectedly, Doni Vermillion jumped to the side immediately. He stood up, raised his arms and shouted loudly, claiming that he would never be a traitor.

The guy probably thought the cameras in the back were still working.

"Threats can make a coward surrender, but they cannot make a brave Tyranid fighter abandon his nation and country!"