The spacecraft encountered several radar beam scans during the landing, but perhaps because what happened in space was too shocking, or because the ground radar was damaged by the attack of electromagnetic guns, human methods were not intensive. He shot interfering foil strips all the way, broke through the radar defense circle, and landed without any danger.

It was late at night on the back of the planet. The spacecraft was controlled by the dominant to land near a road outside the suburbs. He started the self-destruction procedure of the spacecraft aviation bomb on the operating platform, confirmed it with the commander's thumb and set it to count down for one minute. Then he took a pistol and several magazines to leave.

After running out about five hundred meters, a deafening explosion sounded from behind. A ball of rolling flames engulfed the spacecraft and caused a chain of ammunition explosions. The entire night sky was illuminated very brightly, and even residents of a small town more than ten kilometers away could hear it clearly.

The mastermind of the incident walked along the road and soon disappeared into the night.

Before landing, he had observed the terrain, and nearby a small town and a medium-sized city where he could hide for a while.

The Zerg landed more than 500 kilometers away from him, so doing can avoid exposing his own possibility. At the same time, the spacecraft landed in the wilderness. The Zerg disappeared into the jungle at the fastest speed under the control of the master. The engineers used their ability to explore the terrain and dig passages. A small number of aliens were on the mission of continuing to operate the spacecraft. Although the sign of the Wayland Group had been scratched before departure, it did not mean that these spacecraft would not expose their source after they landed in humans. Therefore, the Dominant Control Alien took away the spacecraft and randomly selected a warp navigation destination far away from humans.

It won’t take long for the Zerg’s main force to be completely hidden on the surface, and then reproduce and thrive, constantly creating carriers. Here, Zergs do not have the concerns of acting on their home planet, nor do they have the extreme environment like outposts—the only thing they only need to worry about is concealment.

But the time given is not much. The master can tolerate a standard month on Earth, that is, in thirty days, the number of Zergs is expected to reach about two million. He knows that if the time goes on longer, the total number will increase in geometric multiples, but humans will not give them too much time to prepare.

The Zerg's parent star cannot last long.

Therefore, he chose to let the Zerg engage in a mode of fighting and reproduction. All of this has a prerequisite - this is the first open conflict between Zerg and humans, and most humans may have no idea about Zerg before this, and the master must take advantage of this favorable situation.

Because the extent of the disaster that Zerg can cause cannot be estimated, human leaders will not be crazy about attacking a planet with billions of residents.

At least not yet.

He walked very fast, but it took him more than an hour to come to this quiet town. There is no way to know the time for the colonial star locally, but he observed from above the planet that it would be at least four hours before dawn would come. Now, he came to a commercial street.

The empty street was extremely quiet, but the street lights were alone holding on to their duties. He walked quietly, and the lonely shadow behind him was dragging the old man. He came to a clothing store and observed through the glass door. Very well, it was sold inside. He took a few steps back and raised his hand without hesitation. A gathering wave of biological supernatural power hit the transparent glass.

The sound of shattering was clearly audible in the quiet night, but it did not attract anyone's attention. He walked around the store and found a coat with the largest size, which could be worn on his body. He took off his ripped military uniform, changed into a black coat, wore a white baseball cap on his head, and then pulled up the hood of the coat.

I looked in the mirror and didn't plan to change my pants and military boots, and there was nothing suitable, but this outfit was enough to reduce his unnecessary gaze.

He left the store.

He continued to walk aimlessly along the bustling streets during the day, turning a few turns and coming to another street. Compared to the past, there were obviously more people here. Several women wearing exposed clothes were gathered together to smoke. They were dyed with colorful hair, nose rings, earrings, arms and chests. When they saw the master passing by, their seductive eyes kept blinking at him.

The master passed by them with a expressionless face. What left them with disappointment was a tall back. A woman with red-haired hair sneered and said to her companion: "Maybe he likes men."

He passed by the door of a bar, and a guy in a black vest leaned against his coupe on the roadside, his eyes scanning the men and women entering and leaving the bar from time to time.

The Lord walked up to him.

"The car is good!" He looked at the car.

The man stared at him for a few seconds, then waved his hand impatiently, "Go and play, don't stand here to hinder my business!"

"How do you know I'm not here to buy goods?" said the master.

The drug dealer looked up at the overly tall guy, touched the back of his jeans with one hand, and said, "I have never seen you before."

"One time, two time, two time." A gun was pressed against the man's belly one step ahead, and the drug dealer couldn't even see how the master took action.

"Brother, you've found the wrong person." The drug dealer said calmly.

"It's not wrong." The master said affirmatively, "I want to borrow some money from someone. You meet my standards very well, and you will definitely not be wrong."

The drug dealer was stunned for a moment, and the dominant took out a stack of banknotes on him with his other hand. After weighing it, there were thousands of them, which was enough for him to spend a few days.

Someone has walked towards this side. They are dressed up almost the same, black sunglasses, open jeans, low-waisted pants, underwear exposed, high-top shoes without laces, making them look like a group of retro countryside**.

"Get in." The master opened the car door and pushed the drug dealer in. The four people walked over and changed their faces, and rushed up quickly, holding guns in their hands.

The master started the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The accumulated electricity made the motor run quickly. The sharp waves of the car tires and the ground were emitting fierce friction, leaving four guys behind him who were swearing and shooting at the sky, and they also responded quickly to find the car.

"What do you want to do?" The drug dealer in the passenger seat looked a little panicked. He had seen a strong man, but he had never seen someone like them rob him without saying a word.

"I don't want to walk anymore, this car is good." The master said calmly, and he glanced at the drug dealer, "Put your hand in a more proper way, maybe you don't have to die."

The drug dealer stopped touching the gun.

"Now, I'll ask you a few questions!" The master held a gun in one hand and pointed it at the drug dealer. "Which local guy has a higher ability to fake it?"

The drug dealer didn't say anything.

"Maybe I'm too gentle!" The master pushed away the safety, and the handle of the pistol hit the drug dealer's face. His head tilted out. The master immediately pointed the muzzle at his ear and pulled the trigger.

"Bang"

The bullet passed through the drug dealer's ears. He reached out to cover it like an electric shock. The blood wet his clothes and the leather seat under his butt. The wailing sound was a second later before it roared out of his mouth.

"I need guys who can be fake identities, I know you're familiar with this." The master glanced at the drug dealer, "Don't pretend to be deaf, or you'll really be deaf later."

The drug dealer turned his head and said with a painful expression: "I only know that Peter usually does these things!"

“Details.”

"Peter Johnson, his communication number is..."

The drug dealer endured the severe pain and operated the communicator with one hand. He dialed a number tremblingly, and he handed the communicator the size of a palm to the master.

The master held it in his ear, and ten seconds later, a voice rang out: "What are you asking for me?"

"Your buddy is next to me." The master said, turning the communicator to the drug dealer, and he hurriedly said, "It's me, Lao Hei, my friend is looking for you to do some business."

The master brought the communicator over, "Li Ming, male, 35 years old, choose any other information, and ask for information that can be found on the Planet Network. I will contact you in City D in three hours."

"There is not enough time." said the communicator.

"The price is easy to say." The master said that he knew how to deal with this group of people, and deliberately delayed it, just to get more money.

"Six thousand." The other party cherishes his words as gold.

"Three thousand." said the master.

"It is impossible to have less than five thousand." said the other party.

"The most is four thousand, otherwise I will find someone else." said the master.

After a few seconds of silence, the other party finally agreed: "Okay, send your avatar to my number, and contact City D in three hours."

The master pulled down his hood, took off his baseball cap, exposed his bloody red hair and cold face, and took a photo of himself.

The drug dealer looked at the indifferent man who had no emotions from beginning to end and couldn't help asking: "Do you know you've caused a big disaster?"

A car caught up behind him.

"I know." He glanced at the rearview mirror. Not only the little ** behind him, but the entire planet will soon know him, and he will become the public enemy of all mankind.

"In my eyes, human life is not a matter of a bullet, so if you want to save your life, give me some rules. I don't want to get my clothes dirty."

The drug dealer nodded repeatedly, and he subconsciously believed that this person was definitely doing what he said.

...

Shortly after the attack, it alarmed any news media on the planet.

About five hours later, the first official news in the morning began to be broadcast on TV and the Internet. A female host with black hair tied in purple dress fluently reported the news: "According to the latest news from the military department, the terrorist attacks over the colonial star have already been found."

"A leader who claimed to be a 'Heaven Punishment' organization declared responsible for this matter. According to the latest statistics, a total of 1,362 people died in the terrorist attack, including 232 soldiers, but according to reports sent back by reporters, the number of casualties is likely to continue to rise."

"The following is a video of the attack released by the 'Tian Punishment' organization."

The people of the Colonial Star watched the video of the attacks on the spaceport and space stations in disbelief. Although it was a little blurry, the inhumane massacres and the tragic scenes of attacking the spacecraft still made countless people feel indignant, and more people have begun to pray for the people who died on the Internet.

It is estimated that starting today, the "Heavenly Punishment" organization will be criticized by the people, and the Federation will increase its strength to crack down on this group of extremely evil terrorist organizations.

But General Li Hui, the commander of the colonial star, did not breathe a sigh of relief because of the responsibility. On the contrary, he knew very well that the so-called "Heaven Punishment" organization was just unfortunately hitting the gun. The Federation wanted to find reasons and excuses to destroy them. The essence of the matter was that the "Heaven Punishment" in the video was a group of excellent acting scapegoats found by the government, and the real culprit was a group of numb creatures in the confidential video.

"Anthony," Mr. Li stared at a vague tall figure on the display screen, "Appoint the Military Intelligence Bureau to seize the time to find out the identity of this person."

"I've contacted you, sir." Lieutenant Colonel Anthony Friley has always been very clever and knows what his sir needs most.

"Very good." General Li nodded, "In addition, the coalition government launched an anti-terrorism operation to target the 'Heaven Punishment' organization, and took the opportunity to eliminate them from the colonial star in one fell swoop."

"Do you need media follow-up coverage?" Friley asked.

"What do you think?" Li Hui stared at several blurry backs in the video.

"I get it." Friley nodded.

The lieutenant colonel also understood that the "Heavenly Punishment" organization had nothing to do with terrorist organizations. At most, it was an illegal group. They repeatedly opposed the federal ** policy, threatened some unclear senior leaders, and targeted the Wayland Group and others.

For this reason, the federal government has long wanted to crack down on these restless people, but because of their strange whereabouts and their reputation among people in remote areas, it is difficult to find "appropriate" evidence of crime. But what is happening now happens to make a reasonable excuse for the military's actions.
Chapter completed!