Street Fighter Page #3

The only way

you two are leaving...

is over my dead body.

[D.J.] Anybody know

what to do if a Bison trooper

throws a hand grenade?

Angh! You pick it up, pull,

and throw it right back at him!

All right!

Load 'em up. Move 'em out.

I'm tired of being a warden.

- Take 'em to the harbor.

The navy has a brig waiting.

- Yes, sir.

Bon voyage, Sagat.

Enjoy the sea air.

This isn't over, Guile.

I own this city!

Well, I'm the repo man.

And you're out of business.

You just had to come

to this country, didn't you, huh?

Why'd I listen to you?

You can't think. You can't fight.

- You can't even...

- I'm sick of your crap!

- Break it up! Get in the truck!

- Son of a b*tch!

- Get in the truck. Come on!

- All right, next batch.

Cell block "D,"

line up for the next truck.

Ryu! Ken!

Throw us the keys.

Go to hell.

Forget our past.

I can help you escape the city.

[Screams]

Let's go.

Go! Go!

[Machine Gun Fire]

Go! Go!

[Gunshots]

- [Rifle Shots]

- Don't!

You'll hit the Colonel!

[Beeps]

[Beeping]

[Gunfire]

[Cheering]

[Cameras Clicking]

Medics!

Medics!

[Man]

Cool it. Hey, man, cool it.

[Cameras Clicking]

[Bison]

The temple above us...

was the wonder

of the ancient world.

Bisonopolis shall be

the wonder of my world.

But I think the food court

should be larger.

All the big franchises

will want in.

[Chun-Li] Dateline Shadaloo City,

Shadaloo, Southeast Asia.

The world is in shock

at the news...

that Colonel William F. Guile

has been killed.

It happened 30 minutes ago

during a jailbreak by Victor Sagat,

the gunrunner who was

the principal arms supplier...

for renegade Gen. M. Bison.

It was hoped that the Allied Nation

forces would restore order here,

but after today's tragedy,

nothing is certain...

except that Bison's

mad threats will continue,

and that the new A.N. commander's

first order of business...

is to bury Col. Guile.

For GNT, this is Chun-Li Zang.

That's great news, General!

Congratulations.

- On the contrary, I mourn.

- Okay.

I was hoping to face Guile personally

on the battlefield.

One gentleman warrior

to another...

in respectful combat.

Then I would snap his spine.

Ahh!

The road not taken.

But why?

Why do they still

call me a warlord?

And mad?

All I want to do...

is to create

the perfect genetic soldier!

Not for power,

not for evil,

but for good!

Carlos Blanka will be

the first of many.

They shall march

out of my laboratory...

and sweep away

every adversary,

every creed, every nation,

until the very planet

is in the loving grip...

of the Pax Bisonica.

And then peace will reign...

in the world,

and all humanity...

shall bow to me...

in humble gratitude.

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