StarCraft: Tyranid Empire

The soldiers following Augustus suddenly became more awake when they heard his words. So many people were running wildly on the streets as if they were training, as if they were afraid that the gendarmerie wouldn't know they were here.

So every ten steps or so, a group of people would turn into another street or alley. These people were all active-duty soldiers who were very familiar with Braddock Town and knew where to run.

The remaining twenty-odd recruits had a dark look in their eyes. The recruits could only continue to follow Augustus, hoping that Augustus would lead them to escape the pursuit of the gendarmerie.

It was also the first day Augustus came to Braddock Town. He realized that the most correct thing for him to do at this moment was to run along the main road of the street, because they did not know where the forks and lanes beside the road would eventually lead. But unless Augustus can outrun the car, sooner or later they will be caught up.

I have an idea. Renault, who was following Augustus, said suddenly.

If you have an idea, just tell me! Hanak on the other side shouted loudly and breathlessly.

Those gendarmes came by car. Renault said: I bet the car is parked in front of the bar now. And they are busy arresting people inside and have no time to take care of those cars.

Augustus stopped walking, and the people behind him suddenly stopped in confusion. No one passed him at this time and continued to escape.

Follow me. Augustus turned left at the T-shaped intersection ahead and entered a dark, narrow alley that lacked lights. The alley was so narrow that it was difficult for two recruits to walk side by side.

Although the recruits behind Augustus didn't know what he wanted to do, they still followed Augustus closely after being stunned for a few seconds. No one asked why they did this, they just followed him. In fact, they had only run out for more than a hundred meters at this time. It would not take long for them to return to the entrance of the bar, but if they went back at this time, they would only run into the pursuers.

Augustus told everyone to keep quiet, so the recruits, smelling of alcohol, all crowded into the alley and remained motionless. There are no lights here, and the top between the alley walls is covered with blue prefabricated panels to protect them from rain. Even the moonlight at night cannot shine inside.

The recruits waited anxiously for two or three minutes until they heard the sound of the military police reconnaissance vehicle driving away quickly from a distance.

Everyone, get out and run back! Augustus shouted softly after the sound of the engine completely disappeared.

A group of people rushed out of the alley and ran in the original direction. At this time, the pace of the recruits was no longer as chaotic as they had just escaped from the bar, but they were still like a group of scurrying cockroaches.

At this time, two military policemen wearing red epaulettes were standing at the door of the bar. They watched in astonishment as more than twenty soldiers wearing Marine Corps recruit uniforms ran past them, but they wondered if they were dazzled.

Augustus found the Carabinieri vehicles in a crude awning outside Bloody Mary's Bar. Most of the vehicles had driven away, but there were still five Vulture vehicles and a battlefield with a standard load of nine hundred pounds. Assault vehicle. The military police probably did not expect that the fledgling recruits would suddenly come back, and there was no one to guard these ownerless vehicles.

The battlefield assault vehicle still uses four wheels that stick to the ground, while the vulture vehicle is a floating vehicle that looks like a sharp three-edged thorn.

The Vultures are suspended several inches above the ground by magnetic levitation. With the addition of plasma thrusters, these thundercars can reach speeds of two hundred to three hundred miles per hour as they rampage across the battlefield.

The army's vulture bikes were far wilder than the modified motorcycles Augustus had driven in Khastilling Academy, and more dangerous and exciting than the custom-made hoverbikes that all the aristocratic children on the racing circuit were proud of. Due to the lack of armor, Vulture vehicles are usually used as scout vehicles, but in the hands of the Marines, they can always be used to their advantage, and various weird and illegal modifications have emerged.

I want the gray-green one. Renault chose a vulture car: I have been driving a harvester on my hometown farm for half my life. It shouldn't be difficult to drive this one. What should I say, brothers, who wants to sit in the passenger seat? ?”

I'm afraid you have to seat three in your carriage. We have too many people, Augustus said to him.

Me, Renault, Lundstein, Omo and Benjamin drove. Three people can sit in a Vulture, which is the limit of load-bearing capacity. The rest of the people will ride in the assault vehicle. Brandon, this car will be handed over. There you have it.

I don't know how to drive a Vulture. Tom Omo blushed. He did drive a harvester and a cargo truck, but he didn't try to use a maglev motorcycle modified in the Shiloh underground racing track like Renault. Real Man Bumper Cars”.

I have no confidence.

I'm glad you had the courage to say it, otherwise someone would have suffered. Augustus nodded at him, and everyone else laughed at his joke, so no one had time to laugh at Omo.

Come on, I've driven something like this. It was a great time. A recruit with gray temples said calmly amidst laughter. Augustus didn't recognize him, he was from another company of recruits.

Hurry up and get in the car, they will react soon. Augustus interrupted everyone's laughter and boarded a Vulture car with a bright red shell and a blue driver's seat. Others immediately followed suit.

Conor Ward sat on the seat behind Augustus. The Vulture was originally a one-person armed vehicle, and the seat could only accommodate two people at its limit. Ilya Kurovsky could only lie down on the hood. To ensure that he would not be thrown away, Augustus got out of the car and used a stretch strap used to tie prisoners found on the seat. Tie him tightly to the vulture cart.

The Vulture sank a little due to the unbearable weight, and the control panel under the windshield flashed red and sounded an unsettling alarm. Augustus didn't care. He called up the three-dimensional map of the town and asked the smart computer to list several routes back to the fortress.

Then, Augustus started the engine and fumbled to open the jet valve of the plasma thruster. The Vulture car under his crotch immediately flyed out. The Vulture car reached a speed of two hundred miles per hour in a very short period of time, and it also continued to fly. It's constantly accelerating.

Augustus' Vulture car was like a jet fighter taking off the ground and working overtime, speeding along the not-so-wide streets of Braddock town at a frightening speed. Ward held Augustus's waist, his face livid, as if he had lost the ability to breathe.

And Kurovsky, who was usually the bravest in the class, was hung on the hood, as if he would be thrown out in the next second, which forced him to let out a high-pitched, distorted scream like a woman. , and thought he was on his way to heaven.

Only Augustus remained calm, because as soon as he grasped the upward steering handle, driving the Vulture seemed to be his instinct. Driven by his interest, Augustus started driving hover racing cars when he was a child. Today, every racing car he puts in his private garage underground in his family's skyscraper is no match for the toys of ordinary drag racing parties.

At night in the small town of Braddock, almost all the townspeople heard bursts of clicking sounds. This was not the sound of the Vulture's engine, but the sound of its chassis scratching the ground from time to time due to the heavy load, causing sparks to fly. The Sheriff's old motorcycle had no way to deal with these racing gangs.

Oh hoo!!!

Harnak let out a scream of excitement.