death of hope

Chapter 106 Return of the Corporate Warrior (23)

Two "Thunderbolt" class near-orbit high-speed interceptors accelerated and took off on the runway, like two shooting stars across the sky,

The low-Earth orbit defense base was busy, the radar began to scan at high frequency, the anti-aircraft missile launcher began to rotate, the tower sounded the alarm, and all personnel entered the combat state.

"UFO No. 23008, your flight route has not been filed and approved.

You have invaded the air defense zone of planet Varnassus. I am Corporal Alexei, the observer of the WANA320 low-Earth orbit radar station.

I hereby solemnly warn that the sovereignty here belongs to the Human Federation of Terra and is under the armed protection of the Federal Navy.

We have sent two high-speed interceptors to intercept, please identify yourself within 5 minutes,
If you refuse or keep silent, we will launch missiles to destroy your plane and resolutely defend the legitimate sovereignty of the Terra Federation. "

After a while of silence, a thick male voice came from the public radio.

"Mr. Observer... Please don't give the order to fire, I am a human being, a citizen of the Federation of Terra, and a corporate fighter employed by the McMillan Group——

Captain Marcus Lynch,
I am driving a Haiyan Ⅱ commercial shuttle and plan to land at Starport 0051 of the McMillan Group. My identification number is ENSP[-]. If you have any questions, please contact our company. "

"Received, the identification code has been verified, your landing request has been approved, and our fighters will continue to track and monitor.

The battle alert has been lifted, please adjust the route according to my instructions, your company Starport has received the message, they will come to welcome you, it is an honor to talk with such a distinguished veteran like you,

Welcome home, Captain Lynch. "

"Thank you, and I wish you a happy life, Mr. Observer Alexei."

"The navigation program is connected. Please keep the current route and enter the artificial atmosphere...Turn off the AI ​​intelligent driving, please switch to manual driving. Where is your co-pilot? Are you controlling the spaceship alone?"

"Yes."

"I remember that you are a marine, not a pilot. According to the data, there were 11 of you when you set sail, including the pilot and co-pilot."

"We've been through battles, and now I'm alone."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other side of the radio:
"Ah...that's...okay, I understand...sorry to hear that, Captain."

A silver-painted Haiyan II shuttle passed through the artificial atmosphere and landed smoothly at a starport at the northern end of the planet Varnassus.
This is not the station of the Terra Federation army, but a starport owned by the McMillan Group.

The dispatcher holding a flash stick commanded the spacecraft to stop at berth 23, and a group of professionals in white protective suits swarmed up and sprayed disinfectant foam on the outer shell of the spacecraft to prevent the spread of alien viruses.

A small car with a foldable airport ladder drove over, followed by a wheeled armored vehicle full of armed personnel, and a large ambulance painted in white with the Red Cross emblem.

The door of the shuttle opened, and the tall and strong man lowered his head, squeezed out of the narrow door frame, took clumsy steps, and limped down the pick-up ladder.

Starport staff saw Lynch's injury and immediately came to help him.

"Thanks, I can do it myself."

"Offended, Captain, we have to go through a process, please raise your arms and turn around."

"clear."

The man in the chemical protective suit sprayed Lynch with disinfectant foam, and then sprayed it with a solvent to clean it. The leader held a Roentgen detector and circled him:

"1.25 Roentgen, the amount of radiation on your body slightly exceeds the standard, Captain."

"I have fought against a biochemical man. It should be that its body fluids have radiation."

"Understood, someone will give you radiation neutralization treatment afterwards."

Six corporate soldiers with live ammunition got off the armored vehicle. Their expressions were relaxed, their weapons were not loaded, and they all cast awe-inspiring gazes at Lynch:
"Welcome home, Captain."

"Thank you...I am injured and need urgent medical attention."

"Ambulance! Don't take your time!"

The doctors swarmed over to check Lynch's injuries with portable instruments,

"Multiple soft tissue contusions... penetrating knife wounds, rupture of the abdominal cavity, intestinal outflow, excessive blood loss...lower blood pressure..."

The attending physician seemed unbelievable that the man in front of him could drive the spaceship back with such a serious injury.

"You need systematic treatment, and you have to stay in the hospital for a while."

The nurse unloaded the bed cart from the ambulance, but Lynch waved him away:

"I don't need this, I can still move around, wait a moment, I will explain the mission to Major Ron."

Laser headlights illuminated the shuttle, and a shiny black limousine drove up.

A big bodyguard in a black suit opened the back door of the car, and a man wearing a blue uniform of the Terra Federation came out. This man was of medium build, with gray hair and beard, hale and hearty, and looked about sixty years old.
People in the base call him Papa Ron. This man was originally a major of the Federal Marine Corps and Lynch's old boss. After retiring from the army, he received a re-employment contract from the McMillan Group. He was mainly responsible for training, managing and commanding the companies at the base. warrior.

The two embrace warmly;

"It's back, brother."

Lynch looked serious and stood at attention to salute:
"Sir."

"The guys from the Federal Air Defense Corps didn't bother you. It is said that they sent fighter planes to intercept it."

"There is a new radar station inspector who didn't recognize my voice. It's all right now, and the misunderstanding has been resolved."

"Oh, that's good, why didn't you see Lu Xia? Where did everyone else go?"

Lynch didn't speak, pursed his lips, and shook his head.

"Oh my god...it's like this again." The major instantly understood: "You must be working hard and suffering." He held Lynch's hand and saw the grief in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's like this again, I'm the only one left to return... It's really a pity, but I've tried my best."

"How is the mission accomplished?"

"About 85% done, the disks are in the cockpit of the ship, and the rest of the data is stored in the team's signalman's PC.

Private Mary died heroically, and I took her computer back. As for the mission report, I will write a detailed copy when I am in the hospital. "

The major patted Lynch on the shoulder: "As expected of you, brother, you never disappoint, whether in wartime or peacetime."

"You are overrated. I only did my duty."

"It hurts so badly, let's take a long vacation."

"Thank you, Father Ron. I'm also about to apply for leave. My stomach hurts like hell. I think I'm going to have a piece of my intestine cut off."

"Don't panic, with the current medical technology, even if all the intestines are pulled out by monsters, as long as the treatment is timely, they can be saved. We have prepared a large number of artificial organs cultivated by genetic engineering in our base."

"It's better to treat it conservatively. I am a person who rejects artificial organ transplantation."

"Hmph, you're not very old, but you're still quite old-fashioned."

"We have such a bad temper, and we are annoying everywhere."

(End of this chapter)