Chapter 519

After the review ceremony, the governor of the planet issued an exciting article entitled "never yield". He called on the people to quickly come out of their sadness and devote themselves to the cause of dedicating to the emperor with higher fighting spirit.

His speech could not be bad, but soshyan only felt that the governor was used to being high, and his words were too broad and empty.

When he spoke to soshyan, he did not mention his identity as the head of the war, nor did he mention his identity as astat. He only told everyone that he was a graduate of Somus college and a son of Nathan.

He shared their grief and grief, and thanked the people of Nathan IV for their efforts for the star Knights over the past ten years.

Soshyan didn't say much, but he promised one thing.

Nathan four will have special tax exemption!

After that, he also solemnly announced the establishment of the suffering alliance and the addition of new members. When the four war leaders held high their swords and made brother vows at the same time, their words were completely drowned in the cheers of the crowd.

At the end of the ceremony, people's Carnival, hundreds of millions of alcoholic drinks were taken out, and people sang and danced for the victory.

It was already afternoon.

At the western gate of the square, the guards stationed here are also checking the entry personnel.

Until now, the flow of people is still steady. The celebration will last for three days. Jugglers and vendors from the slums will pour into the night market, and farmers will pull trucks loaded with food to unload.

Of course, there will be no shortage of thieves, swindlers and some people with other purposes——

"Name?"

The officer in a high-ranking uniform shouted.

This man is famous, and he knows it himself.

"Zorg."

The man who looked about thirty replied lazily. He was wearing a smelly black fur coat and nestled in the back door of a minivan.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?"

"Everyone is crazy? What did our imperial hero say?"

"You don't know?"

The officer looked at the man suspiciously and repeatedly checked each other's documents.

"I just got off the track and didn't hear anything."

"We're going to get special tax exemption here."

The officer replied proudly.

"Oh? Big news."

"That's right."

"Anything else?"

"An alliance has been established. There are four battalions! Four! We are now a safer place than the holy Tara!"

"Big news."

Zorg nodded and repeated, feeling a burst of depression.

The situation is a little complicated.

"There are others behind."

Suddenly, the officer reminded him.

Zorg shrugged, nodded and motioned the driver to drive.

The man rode in a bumpy machine servant truck through one of the countless checkpoints in the West and entered the periphery of the square.

This is his goal. It may be his damn destiny, but the situation doesn't look good. This dirty area is full of simple houses, temporary shops and various stalls. It takes several kilometers to get to the real place of the square.

Zorg jumped off the bumpy truck and began to walk along the busy road, bypassing caravans and food trucks.

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling, which he used to call the first sense, because according to his beloved mother, he was born without perception.

"Hey!"

A voice behind him shouted:

"Hey, you! The man in the fur coat!"

Zorg cursed, and there was no doubt that his false evidence had been found.

He looked back and saw a guard team approaching him from the checkpoint. They were speeding up and pushing aside the pedestrians in the way.

Most of the locals knew to get out of the way immediately, because these guards were not only aggressive, but also equipped with large-diameter guns and quite fierce swords.

"Stop!"

One of them shouted, but zorg didn't obey, so the officer began to shout at the pedestrians.

"Get out of the way! Don't stop us from shooting!"

shoot? It's nice and warm.

The timing was worse than he expected, the situation was worse than he expected, and his expectations were definitely not much higher.

It's time to change his identity. He needs to start using the skills honed during hunting and being hunted for a long time, as well as the power given to him by his master.

Smiling, the man turned his body, turned sharply to the left and rushed down the street into a maze of narrow alleys - the most crowded area in the West.

He didn't bump into anyone, nor did he rush down anything. Pedestrians either dodge in front of him or stay where they are and let him pass by.

Then he took two more turns, one left, then right, along the wet alley between the two wooden fences.

The alleys were covered with flags, and he could smell food and pipes.

But those guards were also physically excellent and followed him closely. Although they were wearing cumbersome armor, they still walked fast and pursued him.

The fuzzy gray shadows of several giant food warehouses in front gradually appeared, and zorg considered whether he could hide there.

But the guards are very efficient. The second team has appeared across the street 200 meters away. They plan to expand the bag from the other end of the street and surround him with the previous pursuers.

He realized he needed to do it.

He was disappointed and happy that he had to consider killing so early.

He stayed in Asia space for too long. He was cold and hungry. He was suitable for taking a few lives.

Zorg was in a bad mood. The guards who surrounded him gave him a chance to vent his emotions.

He carried four weapons, which he carried here in a living meat bag, so as to ensure that these metal objects can perfectly avoid any scanning and inspection equipment.

The meat bag was the product of some kind of witchcraft and was clinging to his back - His Wizard master was very good at it.

Among the four weapons, a pair of Seiko pistols with slender barrel and heavy handle are made of top technology and can fire a covering needle.

They have a slight deficiency in range and accuracy, but their firing speed and penetration are enough to make up for the deficiency.

He took the two guns out of the meat bag and put them in his fur coat.

The third weapon is a small chainsaw sword, which is similar to the length of the dagger. It is said that its history can be traced back to the long war years before the Horus rebellion. I don't know how his master got it.

The fourth weapon is a grenade, but it is not any known grenade. Strictly speaking, it comes from some special-shaped technology. At present, it is packed in the right pocket of his fur coat and mixed with other items.

Zorg hid in the shadow under the eaves of an old shack and waited quietly with his back against a partition wall.

Six people surrounded from the back, and the other six rushed from the front. They were guards, armed, and equipped with sophisticated swords to deal with close combat.

They are well trained and fully armed and are sure to take him.

Zorg Hu put his hand into his coat and pulled out his two guns, with the muzzle facing the dark sky.

Then he thumbed the button to activate the nearly silent gravity accelerator and let them start running.

The handle of the gun gradually became warm.

The footsteps of the pursuit stopped suddenly. Zorg listened carefully. Amid the gurgling water of the nearby man-made canal and the noise of the distant streets and lanes, he caught some brief and subtle sounds: the team's internal communication, and they were gradually dispersing and searching.

Come and catch me, he thought.

Two men suddenly appeared on his left. They turned the corner of the shack and their weapons were ready to go.

Zorg smiled, stepped and fired with his two guns.

He presses the trigger very gently, and the gravity accelerator projects the needle at an extraordinary high speed - the system is extremely efficient and will release several highly penetrating bullets in a second or two.

Zorg is skilled. The gun in his left hand spits out four needles and penetrates one guard's chest armor, while the gun in his right hand does the same thing to another guard.

The next second, they fell on their back silently. The wounds that were difficult to observe by the naked eye loomed in their chest, and then a lot of blood gushed out.

"Huh?"

Zorg suddenly looked back and saw a third guard on the other side of the shack behind him.

So he turned, straightened his arm, opened fire with his left hand, and sent two needles into the man's face, cutting his brain in his skull.

The man first fell to his knees and then lay on his back. His helmet spewed blood when it hit the ground.

But such action still aroused the vigilance around.