death of hope

Chapter 150 "Corporate Warrior" (66) Land of Despair
"It's too much! How can you allow them to behave like this!"

Sigurdlifa was about to rush forward with a shotgun in hand, and the other team members were also eager to try.

Lynch catches up and grabs her arm:
"Breaker! Put down the gun! Don't make trouble!"

"But, those bastards shot and killed civilians..."

"But what! I am the commander of this operation, and you all must obey my orders!"

Sigurdriefa took off her helmet and stared at Lynch with her silver-gray eyes,

The sharp, wild gaze pierced through the bulletproof mask and pierced straight into his soul, and a bitter chill rushed to his heart.

"Sir... are you really going to die?"

Sigurdriefa has always claimed to be of knightly and noble blood, and has a fiery temperament like an ancient knight, who hates evil and hates hatred.

How could she tolerate such evil behavior? At this moment, most of the good feelings she had accumulated for Lynch in the past few days disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the emotional and disobedient subordinates, Lynch tried his best to stay rational:
"Are you disobeying orders?"

"Why don't you help me!"

"Our task is only to protect the company's property, doorbreaker, I order you, don't meddle in the business of those local people, do you want to be fired?"

(Threatening me with this again, what a bastard!)

Sigurdriefa put down the gun, his face full of anger and disappointment: "How can you be nosy! That's human life!"

Lynch ignored her, pointed to the other men and shouted:

"And you all, stand here and don't move!"

"Hey, I thought corporate fighters were all cunning and cunning, but I didn't expect them to be impulsive and passionate."

The local sheriffs stared at them as if they were watching a joke: "Fortunately, the captain stopped them. If we open fire, our old brothers will inevitably be buried together."

"I'm sorry... I made you laugh. They are all new recruits and don't understand." Lynch apologized to the sheriff, and then asked: "Those warlords are armed, are they hostile to us?"

"Of course not. They are not fools. McMillan is one of the military contractors of the Federation. It is strong and not easy to mess with. Everyone knows that."

"Don't worry!" a local employee vowed: "The gang of bandit soldiers would never dare to offend us. They rob banks as casually as they eat porridge, but they never dare to touch our company's property." He pursed his lips , and added:
"But... Then again, the strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake, don't make people anxious. The power of these two warlords is not small. After all, they can't quench their thirst near them. When the reinforcements arrive, how about our brother? The grass on the grave is three feet high!"

"Haha, you are so humorous!" Shaft laughed loudly, and the atmosphere became a little more relaxed. Lynch was finally relieved, and the corporate soldiers stood in a row, watching the development of the situation from a distance.

The warlord's soldiers reorganized the human wall, and blood and brains were splashed on the scorching sand. The people who wanted to rush up to grab things before regained their senses in an instant, and all took a few steps back.

The officer wearing a big-brimmed hat looked at the aunt's body and stroked his beard triumphantly:

"What the hell! A group of unscrupulous people! Are you afraid this time? How dare you come to grab something from the military master!"

He lit a cigar and continued: "As a punishment, the supplies left behind will be halved! Migrant workers, what are you still doing in a daze! Keep moving!"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun and the corpses on the ground, the migrant workers were terrified and trembled, and their movements became much more agile.

Half an hour later, most of the food and medicines had been transported to the warlord's truck, and the remaining goods in the loading area were pitifully small, with only a hundred bags of food and dozens of boxes of medicine left.

There are as many as 800 civilians anxiously waiting to distribute supplies. There are too many monks and too little porridge. Some of them have been hungry for a long time or their family members are sick. Inevitably.

At this time, Lynch finally got the hang of it and figured it out.
Why did the staff of the Red Cross run away after unloading the goods? It turned out that they knew what would happen.

Sigurdriefa clenched her fists, full of anger and nowhere to vent:

(Human tragedy... It has existed on Kurmat Star for an unknown amount of time...)
He turned his gaze to Lynch, and stared fiercely: (Numb...Cold-blooded! Bah! Fortunately, I have worshiped you!)

The roar of the truck engine drew her attention back to the distance,
The warlord soldiers had all boarded the truck, and the two convoys drove away slowly. The officer with a cigar in his mouth walked slowly onto an open SUV, waved his leather gloves, and shouted to the black crowd:

"You sons of bitches! Go grab the bits of meat off the bones!"

After all, the officer laughed and put on his sunglasses, the driver slammed the accelerator, and the tires kicked up dust all over the sky.

"The show is about to begin." The magistrate said to Lynch: "No matter what happens, don't go there. A hungry person can do anything."

The warlord's departure was like firing the starting gun on a racing track.

The turbulent crowd was like a flood from a sluice, charging with an unstoppable momentum, vying for the pitifully few relief supplies.

The three corpses left just now were trampled on by countless feet, and the frail elderly women and children were also trampled after being pushed down.

Two middle-aged men fought for a bag of flour, cursing and stabbing their hearts with a dagger. When they were seriously injured and dying, an old man picked up the bloody flour.

Just a few seconds after the old man was proud, his belly was pierced by a spear. The murderer was a strong housewife. She threw down the spear and the body, and ran away with the flour in her arms. The footprints were gradually buried by gravel.

There were tears in Sigurdriefa's eyes:

(It's so cruel...the weak can't even get a piece of the pie...sorry...I can't even support myself...I can't help you...sorry)

In just 5 minutes, the supplies were looted.
Distorted corpses lay here and there in the unloading area, and there are countless injured.
The ground was covered with sticky blood, fragments of clothes, and old shoes that had been trampled off. Dozens of relatives of the victims knelt and wept bitterly. The wailing of the wounded attracted the attention of desert vultures.

There was another sound of engine starting, this time it was not a warlord, but an ambulance parked in the south came to clean up the scene.

Mahmadi put down his sniper rifle, took off his helmet, knelt down and began to pray:
"God! Please have mercy on this land...save these poor people!"

Lynch bowed his head in silence for a few seconds and asked the magistrate:
"Do you loot like this every time?"

"It's not like this every time, this time it's because the news leaked,

Most of the time, the people don't even know that the relief supplies are coming, and the unloaded food and medicines are quickly divided up by gangs and warlords to enrich their stocks. "

"Okay, friends from McMillan Company, let's leave for now, and please be more careful in the future."

The leading sheriff spit out the tobacco leaves he had been chewing in his mouth, shook hands with Lynch and said:

"Welcome to Kurmat, where the gods forsaken and forgot."

(End of this chapter)