death of hope

Chapter 206 "Corporate Warrior" (122) Sand and Tears
They have undergone systematic modern military training and are well-equipped killing machines.

They are corporate warriors, ace mercenaries,
And the other party is just a gangster. Once a face-to-face conflict is formed, the result is obvious.
Crushed all the way, like chopping melons and vegetables.

The gang members used the huge amount of money they earned from selling drugs to buy military-grade equipment. These gang members are quite powerful, with a sense of unbridled ruthlessness in their blood.

But they were untrained, undisciplined, and possessed of nothing but valor,
Bullying and bullying ordinary people on weekdays, and bullying the rangers and sheriffs in New Vegas are okay, but this time they met the top combat power of a big company, and they were immediately deflated.

After a quarter of an hour of fighting, the gang boss Rom fled in a hurry with the remnants of the defeated general.

The scorching bullet casings hit the barren wasteland of New Vegas and fell into the rolling yellow sand, mixing with the blood that nourished this land.

On both sides of the rough mountain road, the corpses of gangsters were lying in disorder.
These vicious drug dealers wore different styles of desert camouflage uniforms, and most of them were shot in the back and died on the way to escape.

"I killed one, it's amazing."

The hacker Shaft threw away the magazine and replaced it with a new one. He raised his beloved Uzi submachine gun, and with a "click", he pulled the bolt to load it:

"what about you."

"Three." Grenadier Luoda said deliberately.

"Bah! You know how to brag!"

"He's not bragging."

Mercenary Oleg said;
"I saw him throw a cluster grenade into the bunker, blowing up the gangster machine gunner to a pile of hot pieces of meat, too much to eat!"

"Bull X!" Mad Dog Johnny gave a thumbs up: "This brother will definitely be famous if he goes to play baseball, his throwing is so accurate!"

Shaft glanced at Lynch, and said sourly, "Boss, are you veterans so honest?"

"Ah, maybe it is." Lynch was examining the corpse on the ground without looking up at all.

Wang Hongye made a grimace and said, "Hacker, you are the one who kills the least, a cowardly drug dealer who ran away in a panic, admit it! You are the one who is holding back!"

"Hey, Sister Wang, have you forgotten my achievements so quickly? We use our brains to eat, not like you foolish bastards."

"The New Vegas weather station is calling the police, damn it! A dust storm is approaching!

Fortunately, the scale is not too big. Brothers, put on your headscarves and goggles! "

After confirming that there were no ambushes nearby, Captain Marcus Lynch patted the sand and stood up:
"How is the beard?"

"Don't worry, this guy is fine. He fell asleep after transfusing a bag of blood. When he woke up, he was hungry. I opened a can of beef and fed it to him. Good guy, gobble it up and kill him in an instant."

"Very good. If you can eat it, it means you are fine. Where is he?"

"Here, Miss Miser is carrying him behind her back."

Everyone looked back and saw a tall figure hugging his wounded comrade, walking without any sense of hesitation, as freely and agilely as an ordinary person walking empty-handed.

"Amazing, great strength."

Oleg said: "Lynch, the goal-scorer of your team is really a fierce woman, she is already qualified to join the Spartan company."

"It's more than that."

Mad Dog Johnny added: "Among the soldiers I have led, few have such strong physical abilities, let alone a girl, by the way, how many did she kill just now?"

"At least seventeen," said the mercenary Brunhilde.

"What? You're not mistaken, are you?"

"Didn't you see that just now, she rushed into the west guard tower by herself, killed every drug dealer stationed inside, and then walked out as if nothing happened, picked up the wounded and left. Without a breather."

"Good guy, Brother Lynch, I have something to discuss with you,

You have also seen that the Honey Badger team lost two generals in a row. Your Alpha team is full of talents, why don't you let us help us with a goal-scoring girl? "

"Brother, you are proficient in headhunting. You have already dug people on my head. I don't care, but girls don't necessarily like being mercenaries."

Johnny Blazer smiled and took off the earphones: "Brother Lynch, are you really ignorant or are you just pretending to be stupid, that beautiful blond girl didn't look straight at anyone along the way, what the hell? Stare at your ditches!
she loves you. "Johnny whispered.

"Don't guess, we have a lot of conflicts, and we don't deal with each other."

Johnny put his palm on Lynch's forehead:
"You...you don't have a fever, my brother, why is it so hard to use such a big brain?

You can't even look down on such a figure and beauty? "

"I just like being alone."

Lynch was a little cautious, and quickly changed the subject and said:
"The enemy has withdrawn, and my sniper is out of danger. There are more important things to do. Once the sandstorm comes, the corpse will be buried."

"Damn! I'm so old-fashioned!"

Johnny ran to the location where he was ambushed before, and everyone followed closely behind. The wind and sand nearby were getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't keep his eyes open if he wasn't wearing goggles.

The flames had long been extinguished, and the mercenary Brunhilde climbed onto the wreckage of the bombed truck and pulled out two large thermostatic sleeping bags that were almost intact.

This thing is quite thick, the inner layer is filled with light artificial down, and the outer layer is covered with a layer of three-proof metal soft shell, so it is not burned.

Sleeping bags, meant to keep out the wind and chill on cold desert nights, are now body bags.

Johnny Blazer pulled back his trademark cynical smile and replaced it with a serious expression,
He is a person who indulges when it is time to play, and is absolutely unambiguous when it is time to do business.

Lynch and the others did not go over to help, but looked at him silently. This was not indifference, but a well-known rule in the military circle, and the commander had to deal with it.

Johnny Blazer walks up to the dead mercenaries; Ashley and Hammond's bodies,

He bent down to pick up the blood-stained metal soldier dog tag, gently snapped off the chain, carefully wrapped it in a towel, and put it in his trouser pocket.

The mercenary brothers who were born and died are now separated from heaven and man, and the grief in their hearts is beyond words.

Sigurdlifa felt her legs tremble, put down the wounded Mahmadi, and used her body to protect him from the wind and sand.

She read in Lynch's diary,
Seeing the iron box full of soldier dog tags, my heart was greatly shocked.

Seeing it with my own eyes now is even more shocking.

There is such a box in the drawer of every field commander,

It may be a precious mahogany box, or it may be a rusty cookie tin box, the material does not matter, the important thing is the content,

These boxes contain the dog tags of the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, carrying the soul and preserving the memory.

The sandstorm was getting bigger and bigger, and no one hid in the building, including the wounded, who were watching silently. Lynch raised his hand and saluted the military.

Sigurdlifa felt a warm current fill the eye sockets, slide down, and accumulate in the goggles.

When Johnny Blazer puts two dead comrades in body bags,
The warm current could no longer be controlled, rushing out like a flood.

(Why?) She thought:
(Why? Ashley, and Hammond,
I have never met these two mercenaries, but now I am crying for them.

By the way, I don't cry for them, but for Mr. Johnny Blazer.

The dead have been liberated, all sufferings are borne by the living,
How many times has Johnny Blazer done this over countless wars?

His box of comrades' dog tags must have been full, just like Lynch's...

Before this team, Captain Lynch was the only survivor for many consecutive missions,
God...how did he get through this pain...

very pitiful……

I really want to...

Hug, comfort him...)
By the time everyone moved the body bags into the nearby weather observation station, the small dust weather was over.

Sigurdriefa took off the goggles and found that Lynch was looking at her, blushing, turned around shyly, wiped away tears, the other party was stunned for a few seconds, and then picked up the radio:

"I sent the coordinates, someone will come and take the body away, and your brothers will be buried in peace."

"Thank you, Brother Lynch, is your sniper okay? Do you want to terminate the mission?"

"I'm fine, I can hold on."

Mehmadi leaned on a sniper rifle, gritted his teeth and stood up: "Let's go, save the monastery, the children are still in danger..."

(End of this chapter)