StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

The Brutalist-style square reinforced concrete building is made of tons and tons of cement poured directly on the steel frame, and the rough cement walls, prefabricated board walls and red bricks and other structural materials have not even been plastered. Mud and painted, all the windows narrow and small, apparently to keep people from peeping in.

Augustus knew that this Scott O'Bannon once owned a magnificent "Imperial Palace" in the Port of the Dead. Its exquisiteness and grandeur were even comparable to the Sky Tower of the Creator Family, and the interior furnishings were even more exquisite. Luxury, and that's just the tip of the iceberg of what his vast wealth reveals.

During the heyday of O'Bannon's criminal empire, the entire planet seemed to exist to support him alone.In the Port of the Dead, Scott O'Bannon used to have 1 bodyguard servants, which is even more than the employees in the huge Augusta Grad Palace.

But ever since he escaped from the Port of the Dead and came to the Devil's Bazaar, O'Bannon has been much more low-key, unassuming, and rarely even steps out of his home.The reason is obvious, the demon once thought that no one in this world could cure him.

In the old federal era, the nobles in Tarsonis were not worth mentioning at all, and they didn't care about anything other than gaining more profits and wealth.And now it is a huge empire that rules Koplu, and the emperor who turned out to be the emperor may be the most ambitious and controlling generation of heroes in the past two centuries.

Even if Scott O'Bannon is really the local emperor of the marginal world, he has to bow his head at the feet of Augustus Mengsk.

At this moment, this cold gray building is lit everywhere, and all the doors are open. Rows of servants in black suits and stiff collar shirt uniforms stand on both sides of the road and bow to welcome them.

"We were going to chase people away just now, and now we have sent a welcoming team." Lei Nuo looked at the downcast faces of these servants and the brilliant lights behind them:

"I really don't cry without seeing the coffin."

"Your Majesty, I've always been against you taking risks." Matt Horner stopped Augustus just as he was about to walk in.

"It's Scott O'Bannon who put himself at risk." Augustus pushed Horner's hand away and walked straight in.

"Boy, when you were still breastfeeding, we broke into Andrea Tagore's birthday party single-handedly, and smashed it on the site of the Protoss Supreme Council." Tychus said:

"There's nothing to be afraid of, my old Tychus is beside Augustus Mengsk!"

"Oh—that's what I'm most worried about," Matt whispered after Tychus followed Augustus with confident and arrogant steps.

"This Scott O'Bannon didn't know why we came at first, so he used the tiger claw mercenaries to test Augustus' attitude." Renault said to Matt: "He knows that if the empire is Come here by yourself, just a few warships can show everything, and you don’t need the king of a country to go out in person. This bastard knows his own weight, and he knows it very clearly.”

"Guess how shaken O'Bannon is now. Augustus can erase everything in here, but still pretend to talk to him. So O'Bannon has to rack his brains to think Just wondering what bargaining chip he has to allow a murderous emperor to kill him."

"Your Majesty can't be called murderous." Matt is an honest guy.

"It's like this for those criminals." Renault smiled and followed Matt to catch up.

They really have nothing to worry about. The bodyguards around Augustus are always ten times more than what they seem.

"Jimmy, look, she's so pretty. I bet if Augustus just looked at her, O'Bannon would have put her in Augustus' bed overnight. You know, that sort of thing doesn't happen in these beasts It is a very common thing in my eyes." Tychus pointed at a housekeeper as he walked, looking like someone who had been there.

This housekeeper with curly chestnut hair is indeed slim, young and beautiful, with a black dress and suspenders, and white silk and red shoes.

"My sweet old mother!" Tychus Finley said enviously.

It's a pity that Augustus didn't even look at it. Of course he has seen better ones.

"Look, the blond olive skinned one is my favorite," Tychus commented.

"Do you remember what you're here for?" Raynor slapped Tychus.

"What do you think you're here for, to deliver justice? Come on, Jimmy Kid." Tychus snorted.

"I'm afraid that's exactly what it is," Raynor said. "The thought of apprehending such a criminal makes my blood boil."

After so many years, Renault has not changed much. His parents taught him to be a person of integrity, so he has always followed through.Compared with the old oily Tychus, Raynor was still the kid on Shiloh's farm.

"Your Majesty Augustus, I am Mr. Scott O'Bannon's butler, Phillip Randall." A butler dressed in a neat uniform and kept spotless from top to bottom, about Five to sixty years old, with iron gray hair combed back neatly.

"To welcome you, Your Majesty, would you like to have dinner?"

This is exactly the kind of professional butler that rich people hire, they follow the rules with the ruthlessness of a machine, and they are meticulous about every detail.In the past, most of the nobles who hired professional housekeepers were the nobles of the founding family, and those nouveau riche who were considered to have suddenly mastered huge wealth within a generation or two also followed suit in order to show their status.

Since the ruling class of the old Federation collapsed, it is not uncommon for professional butlers to escape liquidation and find another way of life.

"Why do you refuse Mr. O'Bannon's hospitality?" Augustus waved his hand and walked into the door first.

Compared with the low-key and crude decoration outside, the interior decoration of this building looks magnificent, with elegant and luxurious high-end furniture everywhere, marquetry pendants and scrolls, and chandeliers hanging from the Victorian tree-shaped dome The brilliance reminded Augustus of the days spent in Mengsk Sky Tower.

The decoration style of the building is a mixture of ancient Baroque, Neoclassical and Gothic, which is also the set that was regarded as elegant and fashionable by the old federal aristocrats.Apparently, Scott O'Bannon, who was born lowly, also liked it.

Today, those who miss the old federal era the most may be these former big drug lords.

To entertain distinguished guests, the luxurious and elegant restaurant has been filled with sumptuous food, everything from gold-studded caviar to priceless earth port wine.

The owner, Scott O'Bannon, is sitting on a sofa made of beartooth hide in the dining room.

Compared with O'Bannon's vicious reputation, he himself is surprisingly short, even thinner than Augustus' old friend Hiram Fick, the demon of heaven, certainly less than 5 feet, and a man like Tychus A giant is nothing more than a dwarf.

He has a pair of impressive small eyes, and they are always squinting, as if calculating something all the time, reminding Augustus of those greedy goblins in Harry Potter.

Although O'Bannon is short in stature, he is a real tyrant. There are several beautiful women crawling under his feet, and the transparent clothes on his body seem to be indistinct.Such a cruel person takes women as playthings and trophies as a matter of course, which is also the thing that the old old nobles are most passionate about.

"I heard that O'Bannon has more than 100 lovers, numbered from the beginning, so many that even he can't remember. This bastard really enjoys it." Tychus said that the man should be so .

"What a joy." Tychus gritted his teeth.

"Why are you envious?" Renault asked.

"Your Majesty Augustus, your humble servant has been waiting for you for a long time." O'Bannon usually speaks in an oily and frivolous tone, but now he is respectful, and he dare not even speak in Augustus. Sitting in front of all.

This is called the wicked have their own grind.

While respectfully asking Augustus to sit down, O'Bannon said, "When the army of swarms invaded, I also donated a lot of money to the government and refugees."

"Hey, you may not know that when the Keha Revolutionary Army revolted, I also donated a lot, money, crystal mines, guns and ammunition."

"Is there such a thing?" When Augustus casually pulled a chair and sat down, the maids lined up to bring delicacies, poised their heads and hoped that the emperor would like him.

"He may have donated money anonymously." Renault sat down next to Augustus: "This is not certain, even the founding family has given us money."

"So, you still have credit for the empire?" Augustus smiled, picked up an opened bottle of port wine on the table and looked at it.Many people know that the emperor was addicted to alcohol.For the king of a country, this may be used by someone with a heart.

"This is what an ordinary citizen of the Empire should do. Everyone knows that without the Empire, the Zerg would have swallowed up the entire Koprulu sector long ago." O'Bannon said he dared not dare, but his face was still smiling.

At this time, a royal ghost in a light gold tights and carrying two titanium alloy sabers appeared, raised her mask and took a few sips before handing it to Augustus.This scene made O'Bannon on the opposite side turn blue with fright.

He had heard of the prestige of the ghost shadow of the head of state. This kind of super soldier can take his own head with a knife in his hand.

"Mr. O'Bannon is sensible." Augustus said with satisfaction, tasting the port wine, "This time, how much are you going to donate?"

"This is 10 billion credit coins!" O'Bannon knew that this money might be able to buy his own life.

Originally, O'Bannon knew that he probably wouldn't survive today, and even being locked up in New Folsom Prison would be considered lucky.O'Bannon's crimes were enough for Augustus to kill him, but judging from the emperor's attitude, there may be a turning point for this matter.

O'Bannon originally wanted to kill Augustus Mengsk, but he knew it was impossible.

"My mother." Tychus was shocked: "So rich?"

"That's a lot." Augustus said generously, "Well, this money should be used to help Sami people rebuild their homes. If that's the case, I can erect another monument for you there."

"What do you think?"

"I do." O'Bannon was about to cry.In this world, Augustus Mengsk is the last person to mess with.Those who provoked him did not end well.

Augustus won the throne by fighting in the South and North, subdued the Zerg, and talked and laughed with the protoss. Today, this can only be regarded as a small scene.

He, O'Bannon, covers the sky with his hands in such a small place, and he is not a fart in the eyes of these big men.

"Look, I'll just say it." Augustus said to Renault and the others next to him:

"Mr. O'Bannon is willing to cooperate."

"We don't need to use knives." Reynolds said as if they were the thugs sitting here, and the hostages were trembling on the opposite side:
"You saved your life."

"It's about gaining imperial clemency," O'Bannon said bitterly.

"Before saying this, the only thing you can fight for is the difference between the death penalty and the death sentence with reprieve." Augustus's smile made people feel cold.

Augustus is about to use O'Bannon to take down the crime syndicates and pirates associated with the Demon Bazaar.Cleanse the sector thoroughly to ensure that no one is behind the scenes as the Imperial forces fight the zerg on the front lines.

"One more thing, do you know the scavenger pirates and the protoss dark consul Orega?" Augustus said.

"I know a little bit." O'Bannon knew that he had no chance to be sloppy, he was a smart man.

"The Scavenger Pirates have a little business with me, and Alan Shezar and I have a friendship. I sell these pirate arms, and they take care of my business troubles." He threw up what he knew in a hurry Come out: "Of course, I know all the pirates here."

"As for the dark consul Orega, I have seen him."

"Have you seen him?" Renault took a closer look at O'Bannon: "Then you are really lucky to be alive to this day."

"Alan Scherzar was just telling me to introduce a new customer, saying he had the latest and greatest drug formula. You know what a new drug formula means to us, its toxicity It should not be too strong, but also addictive enough, and the cost should be controllable.”

"Orega wants you to make poison? But he is a protoss." Lei Nuo asked him in surprise.

"The drug he gave us is called sunset, and this drug can even work on the protoss." O'Bannon said painfully:
"I'll never forget the day Orega arrived - he was cloaked and in shadow. When I noticed he was a 'faceless man,' I nearly paralyzed with terror."

"But you still cooperated with Orega." Renault said.

"The conditions offered by Orega are really hard to refuse, and the law does not stipulate that we cannot cooperate with the protoss." O'Bannon spread his hands and said, "We are just doing business honestly and doing our part. leave everything to God.”

"You are sophistry." Renault was furious.

"Are there any materials and finished products of this drug?" Augustus said, "I want to see it now."

"Yes, I'll ask my people to bring it." O'Bannon yelled, and a man wearing a beret moved a holographic projection. The Alpha Squadron logo and iconic square face on his hat immediately caught the eye. Augustus frowned.

"You are Colonel Orlan." Augustus recognized this man. He turned out to be a mercenary from Port of the Dead. He used to serve in the Federation Alpha Squadron, but he had disappeared since the establishment of the empire.

"Your Majesty, do you know me?" Orlan, who was opposite, put the projector on the table, startled.

It would not be a good thing to be remembered by Emperor Augustus Mengsk for a job like his.