death of hope

Chapter 103 "Corporate Warrior" (20) Lonely Lion

The electronic music stopped abruptly, only the rustling sound of electricity remained in the speakers, and the constantly rotating colored lights settled down and became monochrome.
A crazy and chaotic electronic music party finally came to an end.

As the stimulant wears off, a bloodthirsty and raging beast finally regains his personality

— Lynch regained consciousness.

There is only the sound of heavy breathing in the room, the sound of a person's heartbeat,
The ground is full of parts that have been smashed by war hammers, sawed off by bayonet chainsaws, or severed by large swords. The beasts that defeated the machines are already covered in scars.

The gate that had been unable to be opened was also thrown flying by the violent force during the battle.

It was originally something worth celebrating, but there was no laughter because the price was too heavy.

Machine gunner Dixon's body lay on the ground, looking very miserable,

The bones of the whole body were shattered, the internal organs and intestines protruded, and only half of the head remained.

The body of signal soldier Mary was relatively intact, leaning against the wall. Her carotid artery was hit by a bullet, her right leg was cut in half by a sword, and she died of excessive blood loss.

With a bang, the rifle with exhausted bullets was thrown on the ground, and the heavy warhammer was also thrown aside. Lynch, covered in blood, stood there and shouted:
"Altonia! Get out!"

No one answered him, and the "rustling" sound from the speaker seemed to be mocking.

Lynch clenched his fists, his teeth were rattling, his eyes were bloodshot, his headache was splitting, and he was thinking wildly:
(Damn...why, it's like this...again...I'm alone...

correct!Blame them for being lazy in training camp!

It's all because they are too weak... they can't take care of themselves!
In this world where the jungle preys on the jungle, it's perfectly normal for this kind of thing to happen!

It's not my fault... What I have done is already much better than most people!
No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain, you can't change everything...

correct,

It's not my fault...)
He comforted himself like this, but he couldn't relieve the pain in his heart at all.

Due to the side effects of the stimulant, the muscles twitch violently, and the severe pain from the internal organs comes one after another.
All in one breath—a strong survival instinct kept him from falling.

He limped over to Dixon, ripped off the metal Corporate Soldier dog tag that was hanging around his neck,
He moved to Mary's side again, tore off another dog tag that had been stained red with blood, and closed his round eyes with the palm of his hand.

(It's... déjà vu...)
I don't know how many times, doing the same thing, the feeling is really terrible, worse than dying.

Unlock the lock on Mary's arm, remove her tiny tablet, unzip her backpack, take out the data disk inside, and stuff all of these into her tactical bag.

(I'm really... more and more proficient...

Fuck it!Why think so much!After finishing this job, I will apply for leave! )

Passing through three rooms in a row, I found two headless corpses at a corner. They were easily recognized by the clothes. They were the snipers and scouts in my team, cursing in my heart:
(Norris and Tanning... these two idiots, you are not suitable for this bowl of rice, why not just find an immigrant planet to hang out! You have to come here to seek death!)

He tore off two bloody dog ​​tags and put them away.

Finally, he came to the pressure adjustment cabin. There were more than a dozen sets of space suits sealed in the glass cabinet, the largest one of which could barely accommodate his strong body.

At this time, the convulsions and pain have been relieved a lot. Lynch put on the spacesuit and lamented his luck.
(Luckily the guy was in a hurry to get away, if she destroys the space suit, I'm going to be stuck here to death.)
Before leaving the cabin, just in case, I took a bottle of red high-pressure fire extinguisher,
All preparations were complete, the air pressure was adjusted, the hatch opened, and Lynch walked into the dark starry sky with the help of the safety wire.

For a veteran with hundreds of hours of combat experience in weightlessness,

Spacewalking was nothing to him,
As long as you firmly grasp the fixed steel cable and buckle the safety buckle, you can cope well with the zero-gravity environment.

Suddenly, an explosion occurred in a cabin not far behind him,
Although sound cannot be transmitted in a vacuum environment, the fire still attracted his attention, and a white flag for distress floated out from the damaged cabin, with the international distress signal "SOS" on it.

(Stupid con, just kidding.) Lynch smiled contemptuously, then turned around and moved on.

This little trick of turning the tiger away from the mountain can't fool him at all. Lynch already knows that there are no living people in the space station, and it is impossible for anyone to wave the distress flag.

Altonia, the cyborg spy, has seen Lynch's powerful fighting power. She knows that hard steel is not good enough, so she wants to play dirty.

The explosions and fake distress flags were created to attract Lynch's attention and buy herself time to get on the shuttle and leave.

(Hmph, good idea, we will meet soon, and then, don't expect me to show mercy to you poisonous spider.)
Regardless of the muscle pain, Lynch sped up his movement. He was still about [-] meters away from the shuttle, and he could vaguely see the flames coming from the cabin window.
(Someone shot inside, it's not good, she has already invaded.)
At a distance of about 20 meters, the shuttle disconnected from the space station, the engine spewed out a faint blue flame, and began to accelerate slowly, seeing that he was about to be abandoned here.

(Want to escape... think beautifully!)
Lynch took off the safety lock, kicked his legs to make himself float, and then opened the nozzle of the high-pressure fire extinguisher, and the whole person jumped out in an instant, dragging a long trail of white powder behind him, which was the mixed flame-retardant dry powder sprayed out by the fire extinguisher.

In just two seconds, his back hit the wing of the shuttle, he threw away the fire extinguisher, grabbed the edge of the wing with his fingers, and crawled to the cargo compartment door little by little.

At this moment, the spaceship had begun to speed up. Lynch took off an astronaut glove and activated the emergency boarding system with his fingerprints. There were three people on this ship—the inspector, the captain, and himself, the captain, who had such privileges.

After finally entering the cargo hold, looking at the slowly closing hatch, Lynch took off his spacesuit, picked up a size 30 extra-large wrench and pinned it to his belt, and walked towards the crew cabin.

Swipe your fingerprints along the way, unlock the door with the privilege of an officer, take out an old-fashioned .357 caliber revolver from your cabinet, and move on.

In the aisle, he saw the corpses of the engineer and two crew members. The cause of death was stabbing the vitals with a sharp weapon. At first glance, he saw the crime style of a cyborg spy.

His boss, Mr. Lu Xia, the inspector, died in the restaurant. His body was lying on the table, and his favorite black tea was still on hand.

Entering the cockpit, the bodies of the captain, first mate and navigator were piled up together like a prank, and the three high-backed chairs on the driver's seat faced him with their backs.

Lynch didn't say a word, "Boom!" A shot was fired at the back of the captain's seat, making a large hole that was blazing.

The navigator's seat next to him was turned around, and the commercial spy - Altonia sat lazily on it, with a pair of attractive long legs raised.

"Hello, we meet again, you guessed the wrong chair, Captain."

"Bah bah bah bah!"

Lynch fired five shots to empty the magazine of the revolver, four shots hit the heart and lungs, and one shot hit the center of the eyebrow.

Altonia stuck her tongue out, her head tilted to the side, and she looked utterly dead.

"Stop pretending, get up!" Lynch said, throwing away the revolver.

(End of this chapter)