death of hope

Chapter 147 "Corporate Warrior" (63) The Secret of Scars
(The hero saves... the beauty?)

Sigurdriefa frowned slightly, feeling jealous for no reason:
(Not to save the family? To save the injury of the girlfriend?)

Soon she discovered that she was thinking too much:
The content of the newsletter is as follows:

"

Last week, a horrific scene took place on Seventh Avenue in this city,
Several enthusiastic citizens carried a bruised and bloodied teenager on a stretcher into the emergency room of the Second Central Hospital.
A large amount of blood spilled on the road once caused nearby citizens to run away in panic, thinking it was a terrorist attack.

The reporter of our newspaper interviewed several witnesses to find out the whole story.
The injured was Marcus Lynch, a seventh-grade student at the Xikesaisi Intermediate Private School in this city.

At that time, the boy was walking with his younger sister to watch a puppet show at the Galaxy Theater.
Due to the negligence of the janitor of a nearby factory, a huge and fierce pit bull broke free from the rope and rushed out of the iron gate. After biting the legs of several passers-by, the vicious dog ran towards the teenager and girl.

In order to protect his 15-year-old sister, the 12-year-old brother used flesh and blood to fight the vicious dog head-on.

During the fight, the young Lynch was bitten by canine teeth in many places all over his body, especially his arms and face.

The boy grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the pithound with both hands, and tore off its head abruptly. Then he shot the vicious dog to death. He himself fell down and fainted due to excessive blood loss. His sister cried loudly, and many enthusiastic citizens came forward come to help

They made a simple stretcher out of clothes rails and canvas mats, and sent the injured to a doctor in time, which saved the boy's life.

It is said that the teenager was a middle school football player with excellent physical fitness, and he even killed a pit bull with his bare hands that even adults could not fight against.

The teenager's legs, arms, and face were severely bitten, and the skin and subcutaneous soft tissue fell off in large areas. It took 90 stitches to save the entire face.
The doctor said that the teenager's family could not afford the high cost of plastic surgery, and when the school's medical insurance was exhausted, it would be difficult to guarantee the maintenance and treatment in the later period.

After the operation was over and the teenager woke up, our reporter immediately went to interview him.

When asked why he rushed up at that time, the 15-year-old boy said, if one of my sister and I was going to die, it had to be me.

After the news spread, the boy's heroic feat won him praise from all walks of life,

Most of the workers and peasants’ organizations spoke out for them. The Women’s Textile Workers’ Federation believed that the young Lynch was Achilles, the god of war who traveled through time in ancient times, and a role model for men in the new era.

Workers at the Federation of Automobile Industries raised money for him, and while it wasn't enough for the plastic surgery, it was enough for the necessary follow-up.

Regarding this matter, there are also different voices, who believe that today is an era of reason, and individual heroism has long been outdated.

Those who hold this opinion are mostly middle-class clerks or wealthy businessmen and senior officials.

The mayor tweeted, calling the incident a 'rogue knight hero save', worthy of praise but not worth learning from.

In the article, he criticized the irrationality of teenagers, and he should seek professional help when encountering vicious dogs instead of putting himself in danger.
I hope that the majority of young people will not follow this irrational behavior. It is a pity that a handsome young man was disfigured at a young age.

The post received 24 likes, 3 million dislikes, and 145 comments within 22 hours, making it the headline of the week.
Netizens with different views insulted and threatened each other in the comment area, and some even threatened to take to the streets and burn cars and shops.

As of press time, the mayor has deleted the post, effectively suspending discussions on the controversial incident and avoiding a potentially serious conflict. "

After reading the short message cut out from the newspaper, Sigurdlifa was trembling with anger. She stood up and shouted:
"Asshole mayor! Isn't this an afterthought!

That's not a chihuahua!That's a pitbull!
The most cruel and aggressive dog!If you bite someone, you won't let go!Wait for a fart professional, he won't save it!His sister is doomed! "

Suddenly, she found someone standing at the door of the bedroom,

Captain Marcus Lynch was standing there with his clean clothes in his arms, looking at the messy bed cabinets and drawers, as well as the thick books spread out on the desk.

(Damn... I was so focused on watching... I didn't hear the sound of the door opening...)
Lynch glared at her viciously, the atmosphere was so awkward that the air seemed to freeze.

Sigurdriefa didn't know what to say, so he stammered:

"I'm sorry... I'm just a little... curious..."

"Curiosity?" Lynch's face was full of disappointment and distrust, but his tone of voice was still slow and calm:
"As a guest, it's ridiculous to rummage through other people's things like you are the descendants of knights and nobles."

"Sir...you lied to us, the wounds on your face were not all caused by shells."

"Hmm, you know how I got my ugly face, don't you... It seems that you have peeped a lot."

"Feel sorry……"

"Get out of the way for me!"

Lynch pushed her away, roughly grabbed the booklet that was spread out on the table, threw it into the drawer, and closed it with a "gudong".

Sigurdriefa lowered her head in shame: "You are a good man, you fought fierce dogs bravely at a young age, it must be very happy to be your sister..."

"Happiness...Happiness ass...she's already dead."

He said in a low tone, with an imperceptible trace of grief flashing across his face.

"Yes... sorry... sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this..."

Lynch looked at the other person's face, and threw the clothes in her arms into her arms. The huge force actually knocked the strong Sigurd Lifa back half a step.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you! Disrespectful guests are not welcome here, change into your clothes, and then pack your bag and get out!"

After finishing speaking, Lynch walked out of the bedroom, "Bang!" and slammed the door.

Sigurdriefa knew that she was hated, and it was useless to defend herself, so she had to change into her own clothes, and ran away like a rat stealing oil.

The air outside was dirty, the horns of cars were loud and piercing, and the beggars on the roadside seemed to be laughing at her.

She was walking aimlessly on the street, ashamed of what she had done, worried about the travel expenses, when suddenly she found something in the pocket of her coat.

(This is...he put it in?)
Opening the pocket, he found a silver card, a membership card of the Green Express Hotel Chain, and a ticket of Max Aerospace.

I went to the front desk of a nearby hotel to inquire, and found that the value stored in the membership card was enough to stay for a week, and I felt a lot more at ease in an instant.

(This guy... looks rude and sloppy, but he is actually very careful, so caring about people... Hey... It's a pity, I had such an unpleasant quarrel with the chief... How can I get along with the company...)
(End of this chapter)