death of hope

Chapter 162 "Corporate Warrior" (78) The Burning Village
"Let me guess what it was like,
The warlord boy stood at the entrance of the village, smoking a cigarette and watching, listening to his fellow villagers burning, killing and looting,

Suddenly sensed that someone was approaching, raised his gun and shot,

31 rounds of bullets poured out in an instant, and nothing happened on the other side.

Terrified enough, he went to get the spare magazine, and the god of death in black armor had already approached,
He wanted to stab his stomach with a bayonet, but the bayonet was broken with bare hands, and the barrel of the gun was caught and twisted into twists.

You will add later, big sister. "

Wang Hongye said: "Then, he was gouged into the earth wall with a heavy fist by Sister Sig, and he couldn't get it out."

"It must have been very exciting at the time. The damn pants smell like urine."

"I'm scared to pee, I thought I met Iron Man."

"Go, follow the boss, and go to the village to have a look."

Marcus Lynch remained silent, and entered the depths of the cellar well village alone, followed by his subordinates.

The village was filled with pungent black smoke, which was the toxic chemical gas emitted by the burning of plastic greenhouses. Security guards and mercenaries put on gas masks one after another.

Sorghum, wheat, corn, fruit trees, all burning,

Most of the cows were also killed, and there were many trampled chickens and broken eggs on the ground.
Kurmat's land is barren, and it belongs to the kind of colony that is extremely food-deficient. Half of the population does not have enough to eat. Such behavior is simply a crime.

"The warlords' brains are not very good. They slaughtered the hen that laid the golden eggs. They don't know what sustainable development is."

"They don't care about the future. They spend their days counting. These bastards are used to being arrogant. They rob things and even kill people."

Walking along the dirt road, the corpses of the villagers in Jiaojing Village were lying all over the place.
Those who were shot to death, those who were stabbed to death with bayonets, those who were slapped to death by engineers with shovels, and those who were burned to charcoal... can be found everywhere.

On the stack of straw in the cowshed, the collar of a young and beautiful village woman was torn off, her skirt was lifted up, and a bloody dagger was stuck in her chest. Her nails were completely shattered in the struggle.

With a strong character, he fought hard to protect his chastity.

The insane assailant was not moved in any way. After her death, she did not let go of the surviving corpse, leaving tooth marks and bruises on her thighs.

"Beast! Even the devil in hell can't do this!"

Mehmadi was so angry that his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his beard trembled and his eyes stared like copper bells.

How ruthless the perpetrator is, how crazy the avenger is,

A few shirtless men died with guns or knives—

Died as armed militiamen, not unarmed villagers who resisted to the end protecting their wives and children.

"He's a man!" Lodayev praised.

"Look, one dead body and two dead, those beasts didn't even spare pregnant women."

"I understand more and more what Sister Sig was thinking at the time. She is not crazy, she is pissed off."

"You can't do it alone, at least wait until everyone is here."

"Sister Sig is smart, but she also has a temperament like hatred and fire, so she doesn't have that patience."

"I've searched around, but they're all dead, so there's no one alive? Even if you try to interrogate, you can't find anyone!"

"She played cruelly, so it is estimated that no one was left alive."

The body of a warlord soldier was hung on a stone roller, the head fell to the side, and a mule was licking the dead man's hair.

His accomplice's death was even more tragic, his body severed in half with a harvesting scythe, and his head smashed into a paste with some blunt instrument.

"My God! This little girl must have been a butcher in her previous life... look at the broken bones and brains all over the floor..."

Shaft covered his mouth and retched, only spitting out a few mouthfuls; "What the hell...fortunately I didn't have breakfast..."

"It's a slaughterhouse, someone has gone mad."

Lynch squatted down to examine the corpse of a warlord soldier;
The cause of death was obvious, as tiny fragments penetrated the body armor, destroying the heart and lungs,
Such an unreasonable powerful power can only be achieved by the large-caliber shotgun dedicated to Sigurdriefa.

(Worthy of being an expert in melee combat.)
There is a dark red flowing in the cracks of the stone road, which has dried up a little.
Blood flowed like a river, and once the adjective became a reality, it became much more shocking than imagined.

In the area where the deaths are relatively concentrated, near the village head's house, a dramatic scene was seen, the corpses of the villagers nestled together with the corpses of the warlords who slaughtered them,
Not like an enemy, but like a brother who shares weal and woe,
The whereabouts of the Avengers can only be discerned by a few lines of blood-stained bootprints.

"Depending on the situation, she should still be alive." Wang Hongye said worriedly.

There are at least twenty corpses of warlord soldiers,
They were all fully armed adult men, several of whom were equipped with powered exoskeleton armor, recoilless shoulder guns, were shot into a sieve by shotguns, or died of blunt weapons, sharp weapons, or fists...

The accompanying security guards and mercenaries found it unbelievable:
"It was all killed by one person?"

"Small idea."

Shaft glanced at the mercenary who was fighting with him in the car before, and threatened him with a threatening tone:

"See, this is the end of provoking corporate fighters."

The little orange girl Danni held the dead body of her relative, her little face was pale.

"I'm homeless..."

Dani wiped away her tears; "I didn't see Brother Carl... I don't know if he is alive or dead."

Wang Hongye looked around: "That's right, where did the kid who sold the matryoshka dolls go? I guess Sister Sig is also looking for him."

"Hello! Good news!" Two security guards ran over, panting heavily, with smiles on their faces:

"There is a shelter in the village!

We found fifty villagers in the basement of the chapel, mostly old people and children, unharmed, stunned and unable to speak a word. "

"Report! There are survivors in the clinic too, five wounded militiamen...and two comatose sheriffs.

We need plasma!Plenty of plasma!And medicines! "

"It's important to save people." Lynch said, "Carry it on the truck, take it back to the base, and tell the supervisor to set up temporary tents for the villagers to live in, and then try to find a way to settle down later."

Among the survivors, a distraught old lady was the last.

"Auntie, have you seen my companion? She is wearing the same armor as me." Lynch asked.

"It turns out that the benefactor is a girl. We thought she was a strong young man. I'm sorry, but I don't know where she went."

"See her fighting?"

"Like a hurricane of anger, it swept over the warlords who besieged the chapel.

If you kill well, the wicked should go to hell... But what's the use of that... My children are all dead... What's the point of my old woman living..."

The old lady's eyes lost their brilliance and became cloudy, like a walking corpse that lost its soul, moving like a zombie.

Lynch whispered to the security:

"Looking on the survivors in case someone is too sad to be short-sighted."

The security guards carried the elderly and children into the compartment one by one, handed them blankets and water, and soon it was full of survivors.

"Sister Sig's recklessness is not completely meaningless, she has saved many people." Wang Hongye said.

"The result is not too bad. Now there is only one question, where is she?"

"This poor village can't even afford a camera, so I can only search around like headless chickens..."

"I'm afraid to find her dead body, please don't do that!"

"Boom",
The door of the private house behind Lynch was kicked open.

The corporate soldiers, mercenaries, and security guards were all startled, and they all raised their black muzzles and pointed at them:

"Get out! Hands up!"

The creaking wooden door is still burning,

A tall man with a black helmet appeared,
He walked out with tired steps, bent his elbows, and held a thin boy in his arms.

"Sister Sig! Great, are you okay!"

The tall man turned his head to look at Wang Hongye, hesitant to speak, and then returned to the young man in his arms, walking with a limp.

A security guard yelled: "Hey! You are injured! The thigh armor has been pierced! It is bleeding!"

Sigurdriefa turned a deaf ear to the concerns of others,
It seemed that everything around him didn't exist, and only he and the corpse he was holding were left in his mind.

"What she is holding is the boy Carl who sells matryoshka..." the security guard whispered to Lynch.

Lynch nodded and shouted, "Hey! Put him down!" The other party didn't seem to hear.

Dozens of pairs of eyes staring at her walked far away,
Wang Hongye took off his helmet: "Stop it! Sister Sig, that child is dead!"

Sigurdriefa stopped abruptly, as if she had just realized the obvious fact. In her arms, the corpse of the young Karl was already frozen and stiff.

The boy had already escaped from the Shura field and could have survived, but he ventured back to the village to rescue his sister, but failed to rewrite his fate after all.

"Stop it, it's time to end." Lynch walked over and pressed her shoulder.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds through the helmet mask,

"Not enough, far from enough."

"What are you doing, don't mess around."

"Do me a favor, let this child rest in peace." Sigurd Lifa bent his knees and laid the body of the young Karl on the stretcher.
Touching his cheeks with blood-stained steel gloves, he pulled a white veil over his face.

"Hey! Little girl, take off your armor, your thigh is bleeding," Shaft said.

Wound pain, muscle fatigue, irritability,

All of this can't compare to the raging anger burning in his chest.

Sigurdlifa straightened her back and walked towards the outside of the village, leaving behind a line of bloody footprints.

"Hey! Stop!"

"It's not good... are you really crazy?"

With the roar of the engine, one of the armed off-road vehicles parked on the sand was driven away, and the direction of progress was neither the base nor the camp.

"Where is this going?"

Lynch stomped his feet violently: "Oops!"

"Damn! Follow up!" Wang Hongye also reacted.

Shaft opened the electronic map:

"That direction is... the headquarters of the 'Scorpion' warlord organization."

(End of this chapter)