death of hope

Chapter 209 "Corporate Warrior" (125) Temporarily Peaceful

"Put down your weapon, sister will take you home."

"Who are you?" The young man's eyes were still vacillating, and he said in a slightly sad tone: "I...have...no home for a long time."

"It's so pitiful...but you have to understand, you lost, and you have no future with gangsters. Change your way of life."

"I don't have money to go to school... I don't know a few letters, I don't know anything... I have no other way of making a living except selling medicine on the street."

"In the monastery you besieged, there are well-meaning people who take in children like you and teach you to read and write.
Put down the gun!sister please! In order to win the boy's trust, Sigdrifa took off her hood, her fluffy blond hair fluttering in the wind.

Perhaps he was shocked by the appearance of the person in front of him, or moved by his sincere words, the boy's hand holding the gun handle began to loosen, and the hand holding the magazine slowly began to lower.

"Yes... that's it! Put it down and raise your hand."

Suddenly, the boy swallowed his saliva and trembled, as if he remembered something:

"You lie. When you hand over your weapons, you will lock me up as a slave, just like those mine bosses and corrupt federal officials."

"Look at my eyes! My sister won't lie!"

"No, my mother said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive people!"

Hearing the footsteps of his teammates getting closer, Siegdrifa knew that the boy's time was running out, so he shouted impatiently:

"You kid... really... Put down the gun! Otherwise, there will be no chance!"

"No...Boss Rom...he will cut off the traitor's head...I will die if I surrender, why don't I take away a few dead ghosts and earn some money." The young man pretended to be calm, but his trembling legs and hands betrayed him. over him.

"Rom is dead! Your boss is dead!"

"No, you damned outlander, you're a liar! You adults don't have a good thing, so go to hell!"

Sigurdlifa found sadly that the teenager's finger was on the trigger again, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at herself tremblingly. She knew what she should do, but she just couldn't do it.

(This child has already endured too much malice in this world. Adults who are both black and white are lying to him and using him. He can no longer trust others...It's really sad.)
"What... are you thinking? Laughing at me? Despicable outsider!"

The teenager has been thoroughly brainwashed by drug dealers, his heart is in a mess, and in despair and fear, he pulls the trigger.

"Thumbs up!!"

The thin and immature shoulders couldn't bear the recoil of the assault rifle at all, and a series of bullets were shot out indiscriminately.

The young man's shoulders and small hands hurt from the shock. He saw the tall sister across from him groan and knelt down on one leg. It was obvious that he had been shot.

(I'm really good! You can hit people with a random fight! But...why...is this foreigner a fool? Why didn't he shoot me? Could it be...she didn't lie?)

Finally, the young man's psychological pressure reached the limit, he took a few steps back, dropped his gun, and joined the gang's remnant soldiers fleeing for their lives in a hurry.

Sigurdriefa grinned in pain, her face contorted, she unzipped her military boots, took off her blood-stained socks,
He was relieved to find that the bullet only scratched his toe, and the nail cover was lifted. Although the flesh was bloody, it was not a serious problem.

A burst of heavy footsteps approached, and then I heard a familiar, deep and powerful voice:

"Why didn't you shoot? Seeger, you almost killed yourself."

She raised her head and looked at Marcus Lynch's ugly face full of scars:

"Shoot...I can't do it, that kid reminds me of Karl from Cellar Well."

"Sig, you are excellent, you are professional in everything you do, but you are easy to be emotional."

"Aren't you the same, sir."

"It makes sense, I can't refute it."

Lynch sighed, and said with some helplessness: "You made the same mistake as I did when I was young, and I can't do it either. I can't shoot old, young, women and children, and then kill my comrades. Repeat the mistake again."

"Eyes..." Sigdrifa said: "Those eyes are so innocent, I can't get rid of them."

"It was mentioned in the mission briefing that the gypsy homeless gang's joining ceremony is to kill a puppy raised by themselves and a person who has no vengeance, so as to exterminate the humanity of the members.

You should think so, it is these big innocent eyes,
When he grows up, he will become a malevolent scourge, who will kill the playmates he used to play football with, kill innocent villagers, and torture the poor people of this planet. "

"A child is a blank slate. It is all the fault of the adults that he goes astray."

"You can't stop this, Sig, the boy will grow into the kind of adult he hates most, and then repeat this tragic cycle, unless you send him a bullet so that he never grows up again."

"I understand, but...you can't shoot him."

"Doing our job is already stressful enough, don't add guilt to yourself, you will get depression."

Looking at the barren land, Lynch continued: "This absurd world is like a playground. Killing or being killed is a game for people like us."

Sigdrifa raised her head: "People like us...sir, sometimes we feel that we are really similar."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that you will break down and drag the team down."

Lynch noticed a hint of ambiguity in the other party's eyes, coughed, and avoided the scorching gaze with some embarrassment:

"Okay, let's not talk about it, your feet are bleeding, can you still walk?"

"The toe was grazed by the bullet."

Lynch squatted down to check the wound: "Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain is unbearable, come on, I will carry you on my back, enter the monastery and then disinfect and bandage."

"Thank you..." Sigdrifa was delighted for a while, but she temporarily forgot the pain in her heart.
She hopped onto her broad back, raised her center of gravity, and supported her legs with a pair of rough hands,
It is very similar to the feeling of riding a merry-go-round in childhood. It is difficult for a tall and strong woman like her to find this sense of steadfastness. Captain Marcus Lynch hung his gun on his chest and strode forward , It's as easy as carrying a child on your back.

Shaft saw Lynch's hands resting on his soft thighs, and was envious enough, so he cheekily ran to Brunhild, the mercenary who was also injured, and said that he could carry her on his back.

I didn't want the other party to only have Johnny in his heart, and he didn't take him seriously at all. After touching his nose, Shaft kicked the sand cursingly: "I have to go to worship Buddha later, and pray for some peach blossoms for myself!"

On the road, there were guns and ammunition discarded by gang deserters everywhere, and the last [-] meters leading to the temple was covered with corpses.

A bandit soldier who had been shot in the stomach was leaning against the boulder, covering the protruding intestines with one hand, and fumbling with the other hand for a pistol not far from the ground, muttering local curse words.

"Oleg, give him a treat." Mad Dog Johnny said.

"Okay, boss."

"Wait, let me do it!" The mercenary Brunhilde was eager to express himself, pulled out a dagger with a serrated blade, cut the wounded soldier's throat, laughed at the wounded soldier's struggle, twitched, finally swallowed, kicked Kick down the corpse.

"As you wish, give him a good time, hey, the dead man's stomach is loose, and all the feces and urine come out, it's disgusting!"

Johnny Blazer didn't speak, and walked away with a disgusted expression. Brunhilde chased after him in fear: "I'm sorry, boss! I made you unhappy!"

"I'm afraid this girl has some serious illness." Lodayev whispered into Oleg's ear.

"Keep your voice down, don't be heard, she will really kill you, except Brother Johnny, Miss Brunhilde will not give face to anyone."

"My God...Your boss is really big-hearted, to keep such a crazy woman in the team..."

Ogle spread his hands helplessly: "No way, who made her strong. This is the third time. Apart from me and Johnny, only one of her mercenaries survived."

"Hey, I like this kind, crazy beauties..." Shaft whispered.

Oleg smiled at Lodayev: "Haha, don't blame anyone, both of our teams are abnormal."

(End of this chapter)