death of hope

Chapter 191 "Corporate Warrior" (107) Governor Fat Pig
The living room of the Governor's Mansion is very stylishly decorated.

The trickle flows down the artificial rocks in the artificial bonsai, nourishing the aquatic plants, fish and shrimps in the pond, and the green moss and elegant bamboo are quite eye-catching.

This is equivalent to a natural and beautiful purifier plus a nebulizer. It is quite comfortable to breathe indoors, and it is completely different from the dry and hot air outside.

The governor doesn't seem to enjoy it very much, because he is in a rage:
"This bunch of filthy brigands...

There are bastards born by mothers but not raised by fathers!

They... dare to despise the officials of the sacred human Terra Federation!Defy the authority of the New Vegas Governor's Mansion!

Usually it's fine to be a monster, but this time... how dare they... make trouble at my birthday party!
That goddamn self-destructing truck... blew up a hog and smashed my precious garden when it came down...

Most unforgivable...they made me lose face in front of beautiful ladies and ladies!
Originally... I was going to propose marriage to my precious son at the birthday party!

It's over now!Me and my son are the laughing stock, the whole fucked up!mess!

I want to kill!

Kill all these bandits!
Throw the carcasses of these puppies...on the cacti to feed the vultures and coyotes! "

Olivier III lost control of his emotions and did not hide his anger at all;

He patted the mahogany table with his chubby white palm, which he had never worked in his life, and his angry roar echoed in the luxurious hall of the Governor's Mansion.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the bulging fat on his cheeks trembled like a fat clown in a cheap farce.

The security guards in dark blue uniforms seemed to have long been used to the governor's bad temper, and all of them had numb faces drooping, looking tired and hopeless.

On the contrary, the guests sitting on the sofa tried their best to tense their facial muscles so as not to laugh out loud. The governor's appearance was really too funny.

Lynch stood up, looked at the smashed flower garden outside the window, and thought:
(The rumors are true, this fat pig governor is simply a vivid portrayal of the corrupt officials of the Terra Federation, look at this resplendent governor's mansion... look at the muddy brick houses outside,
The residents of New Vegas are out of luck to have such a gem on the stall. )
Olivier III is obviously the kind of person Lynch hates the most on weekdays,

Greasy, wretched, vulgar.

It's a pity he has no right to complain about this,
He is a corporate warrior of the McMillan Group, and he is here to complete the tasks assigned by the company.

At least on the surface, you can't show any disrespect to customers, and the tone of your speech is quite soothing and stable;
"My lord, I fully understand your anger,
What happened to you at your birthday party was deeply distressing, your beautiful flower garden was damaged by people who were bad, stupid and heinous. "

"Oh! That's it!
Flowers are a luxury here. A year ago, I specially hired several gardeners from other places to plant nineteen kinds of precious tulip seeds.

Fertilization and constant temperature, good care, spent a lot of money, just waiting for guests to visit and appreciate, but now the whole thing is ruined!I'm so mad! "

"Your Excellency, we are here. It is to solve the problem. Next, we will contact the FBI operatives to share information and fight against the arrogance of criminals."

"Oh... that's great, that's great, my friend, I really like hearing you talk!"

Governor of Fat Pig Olivier III was quite satisfied with the attitude of Lynch and others. The thick eyebrows raised because of anger gradually eased and drooped down, showing an extremely greasy and wretched smile:
"Blackwater Company and McMillan Group... are really professional!

You all look like... ruthless, corporate warriors and mercenaries, the people of New Vegas need your help!heroes!Come on! "

(Cut...he's putting on a show again! This fat pig doesn't care about the life and death of the people, he just wants to keep his black hat!)

Sigdrifa frowned angrily and thought, she really wanted to peel off Governor Fat Pig's hypocritical smirk layer by layer, and whipped him around with a big mouth, but unfortunately she didn't have a place to speak here.

"Your Excellency Governor is overrated." Johnny Blazer still looked like he was indifferent, spreading his palms and said:

"Heroes... we dare not be,

A political elite like you who is considerate of people's sentiments is considered a hero,
You see, we are all rough people, we live by licking blood and doing nothing else, but when it comes to fighting, we are quite professional. "

"Fighting...killing people! Yes!
Kill those mud-legged bandits!Save the people of New Vegas!I mean it! "

Governor Fat Pig has already started to like these guests. He is superficial, so he likes to listen to people's flattery, but he doesn't know that the other party is secretly cursing.

"Actually, when law and order first started to deteriorate, there was still hope for rectification.

It's a pity that the gang of security officers under me... are all fucking idiots who eat free food!Not to mention going to the mountains to suppress bandits, seeing the bandit's car from a distance would scare the crap out of me! "

As he said that, the Governor sat down on the soft widened seat, and the chair's wheel bracket made a dangerous creaking sound. He picked up the enamel colored porcelain teacup, and took a small sip:
"After that, people robbed banks and post offices every three days, and even my personal belongings were looted.

Since then, I found out that these thieves were daring, and the situation began to deteriorate... I can only ask the authorities for help,
The FBI sent out a special operations team, which was much better than the sheriffs I hired, and they were all professionally trained.

But they get things done...so entangled in the rules and regulations of the federal law, these idiots actually use rubber bullets to exchange fire with real guns!How stupid!

Just arresting and investigating, interrogating and collecting evidence according to the rules, refusing to torture to extract confessions, refusing to use deadly force...

In short, the head of that damned FBI operative is just a stupid young man who can't turn his head. He doesn't know how to change things.

As long as there is a lack of any key evidence, they can only be released. Their civilized law enforcement can only be used in the metropolis, and it is not feasible in our wilderness.

You should have seen it along the way. The immigrants in New Vegas have a tradition of martial arts, and the folk customs are tough. Even the old lady and the kid have a gun in their trouser pockets. This is also the reason for the difficulty of tax collection.

In short, it is difficult to distinguish the composition of a New Vegas resident from the appearance,

An honest cowboy and a murderous gangster, both with full beards, cowboy hats, and frayed and patched trousers.

Let me tell you, the most dangerous ones are those girls standing on the street. They stuff grenades into their bras to protect themselves. It's terrible...

If this is the case for civilians, let alone gangsters, it's like raising Gu.

The local gangs in New Vegas are hard-nosed, vicious, and cunning.

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(End of this chapter)