From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 613 "Direct Implementation"

The armored door clanged shut, like the throat of a giant steel beast moving, swallowing up the woman's heart-wrenching pleas and the child's weak sobs.

The muffled sound echoed in the empty street, like a sledgehammer hitting Mike's chest.

Dozens of meters away, the body under the optical camouflage cloak was heaving violently.

Even though Mike was wearing long-sleeved casual clothes, the muscles in his arms were so knotted that the nanofiber fabric was still stretched into marble-like patterns.

His fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckle armor of his tactical gloves made a slight creaking sound.

"These beasts." He squeezed out his voice from between his teeth, and each syllable was wrapped in boiling anger. "Did you see the child's arm? It's as thin as a dead branch!"

The night wind blew past with the sour smell of industrial waste. Even though he couldn't lift a corner of the optical camouflage cloak, Leon could guess Mike's angry expression.

"Calm down." Leon's voice was low and restrained.

He stood motionless in the shadows, the outline of his face beneath the hood and mask coated with a layer of blue-gray by the cold light of the holographic glasses.

Years of career as an agent have taught him to transform his anger into precise action, but the tense lines on his jaw at this moment still revealed his inner fluctuations.

"These bastards." At this time, Mike gritted his teeth and said:
"Leon? The kids haven't eaten for three days, and they still have time to enforce some bullshit 'curfew'? This place is rotten to the core."

Mike could not tolerate the scene just now. After all, his children were almost the same age as the child who was imprisoned.

But the child who was locked in the car looked pale and thin, obviously having been hungry for a long time, which made Mike, as a father, furious.

Lyon stood beside him, his face gloomy and silent.

It’s not that he doesn’t have anger, but years of investigative experience have taught him restraint and strategy.

The scene on the street in the distance looked like a gray oil painting.

A huge magnetic rail train roared by, flashes of low-frequency energy burned in the city's towers, and a faint but persistent stench floated in the air, along with the scent of some burning "organic matter".

"The technological level of this planet is not low." Leon finally spoke, looking around, "The casting process of the alloy wall, the magnetic levitation system of the rail train, the heat dissipation structure of the energy tower, etc., are at least on par with our empire's primary colonies, and even slightly better in some aspects."

"But they can't even get food." Mike sneered, "This is not a problem of technological gap, it's a man-made disaster."

"To be precise, it's the system that's rotten," Leon whispered.

As he was talking, the armored escort vehicle started slowly and followed a patrol car in front of it to the end of the street.

There were no markings on the matte black body of the prison van, only a cold number sprayed in glaring red paint on the rear.

There are not even the most basic observation windows on both sides of the fully enclosed carriage, only a few tiny ventilation gaps.

Mike's eyes followed the car that was gradually going away, and his fists under the optical camouflage cloak clenched again.

"How about we start now?" His voice came through the encrypted channel, and under the shadow of the hood mask, his eyes burned with dangerous fire, obviously preparing to carry out the unified war now.

"Give me thirty seconds, and I can send the orbital airdrop pod of the Flame Lizards' Third Company directly onto the heads of these bastards."

Mike's finger was already hovering over the emergency communication interface of the tactical wrist armor. "Implement comprehensive integration immediately and put an end to it all."

But Leon grabbed Mike's wrist, and the reinforced fibers of the tactical gloves made a slight friction sound under the pressure.

"I want to flatten this place right now more than you do." Leon persuaded, and the predicted route of the prison van was marked on the screen of his holographic glasses. He continued:
"But those civilians may be held in a dozen different locations, and acting rashly could kill them."

Mike took a deep breath, thinking of the skinny arms of the child, the blood oozing from the scraped knees of his mother, and so on.
It is true that I am a little "angry".

As senior investigators, especially the "old backbone" in the investigation department, agents like Leon and Mike have the authority to change mission objectives according to the environment and conditions.

The local people were oppressed, imprisoned and even unable to afford food before their eyes, which meant that any further delay could result in more innocent casualties.

Therefore, Leon did not reject Mike's proposal. He was preparing to locate the location where the civilians were being detained, and then prepare to notify his superiors and implement the integration in advance.

"You're right. I was too excited just now."

Mike readily gave up the decision to call for an orbital strike right now, but his voice still carried lingering anger as he continued:

"First, lock down the detention point, then let the brothers of the Flame Lizard launch a precision strike, and then apply to the superiors for approval to let the Imperial Guards participate."

As he spoke, Mike adjusted the power of his cloak, and the optical camouflage rippled like water waves. "I can already imagine how excited those guys are."

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Leon nodded in response.

You have to know that the Flame Lizards and even the Imperial Guards waited for a long time before they were responsible for the initial integration of the new parallel universe. Every minute and every second of the wait was "torture" for those giants.

The giants are like wild beasts in cages, ready to tear apart any enemy who dares to resist the empire.

And now, this land of tyranny will provide them with a perfect hunting ground.

Then, the two men followed the prison van in silence, their tactical boots making no sound as they stepped on the road.

Lyon's eyepiece constantly scanned the environment along the way, marking every possible defense point on the shared tactical network.

As they passed a destroyed distribution station, the graffiti in the alley next to it was clearly visible in night vision mode.

"Death to Mengsk"

There are countless artistic creations such as "Renault will be back", some of which are repeatedly outlined with fluorescent paint, emitting a faint green light in the dark.

"It seems that we are not the only ones who want to overthrow this regime. I guess that terrorist Jim Raynor is one of them."

Mike whispered, noticing that there were a lot of scattered bullet shells on the ground nearby that had not been cleaned up.

From this we can see that a riot and uprising had indeed just broken out in this city.

However, the army composed of civilians could not defeat the well-equipped regular army.

Then, the prison van suddenly turned at the intersection ahead, and its heavy tires rolled over the broken glass on the road as it headed towards the deserted highway outside the city.

Leon and Mike looked at each other and quickened their pace tacitly.

The optical camouflage cloak did not leave any patterns when moving at high speed. The two figures were like two elusive ghosts, moving forward closely following the shadow of the building.

When the prison van drove out of the city's security zone and was about to speed up, Lyon suddenly rushed forward.

The suction module of his tactical gloves was activated, and his five fingers firmly grasped the maintenance ladder at the rear of the car.

Mike followed closely behind, and there was no sound when the soles of his tactical boots touched the metal roof. The two of them clung to the roof like geckos. The two sides of the road gradually became desolate.

From time to time, reflections of animal eyes flashed in the withered bushes, and in the distance there were the remains of several burned-out checkpoints.

Not long after, the odometer on the holographic glasses showed that they were about fifteen kilometers away from the city, and a foul smell began to fill the air.

It's not the ordinary corruption of garbage, but the smell of death from flesh and blood exposed to the outside for a long time.

When the outline of a town finally appeared on the horizon, the sight before them made even the two battle-hardened men hold their breath.

The town was completely reduced to ruins, and the burning houses lit up the night sky like torches.

The wreckage of civilian vehicles was piled up in a mess on the main road, some of the doors were wide open with dried blood inside.

Even more horrifying are those "temporary processing sites"——

Piles of corpses were dumped randomly on the open ground, some of which had been burnt black, leaving only the distorted outlines of bones.

Next to a pile of corpses that had not yet been completely burned, several workers in protective clothing were using robotic arms to throw new corpses into a makeshift incineration pit. The black smoke rising into the sky looked like twisted vengeful spirits in the moonlight.

As the prison van slowed down and drove into the gate of a base inside the town, Leon's holographic glasses automatically focused on the rusty metal sign -

"Dead Water Base, anyone entering without permission will be killed without mercy."

Below the sign, several fresh corpses were nailed to the barbed wire, with the word "traitor" written in red paint on their chests.

As the prison van enters the base, one can intuitively feel the strict security here.

Snipers in prone positions were deployed on many watchtowers, and the barrels of the automatic turrets slowly turned as the prison van moved. The soldiers on patrol were equipped with fully enclosed power armor.

When the prison van stopped in front of a warehouse, the two men took the opportunity to slide off the roof and hide in the shadows.

The moment the warehouse door slowly opened, a mixture of blood, excrement and disinfectant hit me in the face.

Leon's holographic glasses immediately detected chemicals in the air, which were high concentrations of sedatives and painkillers.

"This is not a prison or a labor camp," Mike said in the encrypted channel, with suppressed anger, "This is a complete slaughterhouse."

Leon didn't answer, his attention firmly grasped by the scene deep inside the warehouse.

Hundreds of iron cages were arranged neatly, with three or four ragged civilians huddled in each cage.

Farther away, several people in white coats were using scanners to check a row of prisoners chained to metal beds. The cart next to them was filled with blood collection and testing equipment.

It seems that the captured civilians not only serve as a deterrent, but also serve as biological experimental materials for the other party's tyranny.

Under the cover of optical camouflage, the two continued to sneak into the base.

After bypassing two guard towers, they found an area blocked off by heavy blast doors.

Mike took out the electromagnetic decoder and pasted it on the control terminal of a side door. Thirty seconds later, the access control system made a slight "beep" sound.

The cold light coming through the crack in the door revealed a shocking scene.

Inside, in a space as big as six standard football fields, thousands of military green containers are neatly stacked.

Through the scanning of the holographic glasses, Leon and Mike could clearly see that the area on the left was stacked with assembled power armors, with the metal joints still shining with maintenance oil, and on the right were rows of gun components.

"Damn it," Mike whispered, "that's enough to arm ten companies of auxiliary troops."

Leon's gaze shifted to the electronic manifest at the end of the warehouse.

The holographic projection displayed a list of material allocations. In the past week alone, more than 200 tons of medical supplies and 3,000 sets of individual equipment were transported to six surrounding military bases.

In addition to these, the warehouse is also piled with a large number of daily necessities, food, etc.

This indicated that the base they were in seemed to be a large logistics supply station. At the same time, Leon couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:
"They are hoarding supplies while letting civilians starve to death."

"They really deserve to be killed. I'll let them know what judgment is later. Damn it."

Mike was still furious.

Then, the two left the area and continued to move towards the interior of the base.

After passing through three heavily guarded security gates, a towering alloy building appeared in front of us.

The building that was suspected to be the command center had a data antenna that pierced the night sky like a sword, and it seemed to be continuously transmitting encrypted commands to the surrounding areas.

They also used holographic glasses to directly decipher the quantum decoding in real time. Soon, the conversation in the command center was clearly heard by them.

"The third transport team has arrived at Kahn Outpost and has completed unloading."

"The 7th Armored Company reports a shortage of ammunition and requests emergency supplies."

"Attention, civilians in zone B-7 are rioting, dispatch suppression forces"

The screens of Leon and Mike's glasses quickly analyzed these information flows and soon outlined a complete command network diagram.

At the same time, judging by their experience, this base is not only a material hub, but also the "nerve center" of the surrounding area and even the entire planet.

Every military order and every batch of material allocation seems to have to be processed centrally here.

Without communicating, they knew that controlling this place was equivalent to strangling the throat of the enemy's military stronghold, and would also paralyze the enemy's entire defense system and supply lines.

Immediately, Leon opened the communication and called Chris who was already deployed in the Flame Lizard Company:

"Chris, this is Leon and Mike's team seven. Please reply if you get it."

As soon as Leon finished speaking, Chris’s reply came from the headset:

"This is the Special Operations Team, copy and clear."

Without saying anything else, Leon uploaded the information they had collected and said:

“Team Seven has confirmed the large military supply station of the human regime on this planet. At the same time, based on my analysis and assessment with Agent Mike Monadi, the human regime in this galaxy is not worthy of contact with the Empire and is an organization that can be directly eliminated.

In order to prevent the other party from killing more people, two senior agents from Team 7 requested the Special Operations Group of the Investigation Department and the 3rd Company of the Flame Lizards to conduct an orbital raid on this large military supply station.

At the same time, we have also applied for the deployment of the Imperial Guard at the front-line base to cooperate with the Investigation Department's Special Operations Group and the Flame Lizards' Third Company to directly carry out integrated operations in the galaxy."

(End of this chapter)