death of hope

Chapter 214 "Corporate Warrior" (130) Enemy

With the rough, hoarse voice of Captain Marcus Lynch,

fingers across the strings,

the last line,
the last note,
As if never ending,

Wandering ghostly in the halls of the sanctuary,
For a long time refused to disperse.

After several seconds, sparse applause resounded in the hall,
Uncle Birken, the writer, sighed and thoughtfully, but the other refugees couldn't understand what the big ugly man was singing or playing.

(Okay, the response was mediocre,

It seems that the Battle of Tadarin has long been forgotten by people, and people prefer to listen to some cheerful pop ditties than slow-paced lyrical ballads. )
Lynch gently put down the folk guitar, thinking with some loss:
(These poor souls are miserable enough, but they haven't seen real hell yet,
They have never been on a battlefield, they have never seen the terrifying truth of the Bright Galaxy, they have never been in the Asura Hell, so they will never understand me. )
In stark contrast to the bland responses of the refugees, Sigurdriefa was stunned,
A pair of light gray eyes were teary, shining in the dark.

(Hearing him sing it is a hundred times more shocking than seeing the lyrics on paper.

He can play an instrument, my favorite folk guitar,
Played so well, I thought... those gnarled fingers would just kill with guns.

God, he looks so sad...

How much I want to rush to hug and comfort him,

But I... thin-skinned... can't do it...)
As the defeated gangsters fled down the mountain, the sporadic gunfire gradually subsided.

The monks stationed on the courtyard wall came back to eat with guns on their backs, and everything was calm.

Master Fang Gan helped them clean up a few rooms to live in. Except for the occasional mountain scorpion and centipede crawling over the bedding, nothing happened overnight.

It seems that God is celebrating the disappearance of the gang.

In the early morning of the next day, the howling sandstorm stopped,

Monks and refugees came out one after another, took off their masks, and enjoyed the hard-won fresh air.

In order to celebrate the victory, the breakfast is very luxurious,
Seabuckthorn juice is served with fried bird eggs, and each person gets three lettuce leaves grown in greenhouses. In New Vegas, fresh vegetables are very precious ingredients, much more valuable than meat.

After breakfast, everyone wandered around Xiaojincha Temple, watching monks chanting sutras and meditating with great interest.

It was almost noon, and Shaft, with swollen eyes, suddenly discovered that Captain Lynch was missing;

"Huh? Boss...where did he go?"

"I don't know, I was standing there just now, looking at the scriptures on the wall."

"That big benefactor seems to have something on his mind, so he went for a walk in the back mountain." Master Fang Gan said, "The scenery of the back mountain is nice. The weather is fine today. You can go and have a look."

"Yawn..." Lodayev stretched his waist; "Forget it, I just want to sleep now..."

Tired of running for days and covered with bruises, no one wanted to move anymore. They just waited for the company's plane to pick him up for vacation and recuperate, leaving this barren planet as soon as possible.

Sigurdlifa was fascinated by a painted Buddha statue. After a few seconds, she dragged her injured foot and limped towards the back mountain of the temple, then stopped suddenly and turned back.

After repeated tossing and tossing like this several times, I was exhausted enough, and finally mustered up the courage to step out of the back door of Xiaojinsha Temple.

A burst of hurried footsteps caught up with her, and a strong, hairy hand grabbed her arm,

Looking back, it was Johnny the Mad Dog, looking at him with a smirk.

"what's up?"

"It's nothing, just strolling, looking at the beauties, seductive." Mad Dog Johnny said in a pissed off manner.

"Uncle wretched, don't follow me."

"Hey, you yellow-haired girl, I can go wherever I like! Can you control me!"

"Come and flirt with me while I'm injured? You're such a bad uncle! You're still a war hero, bah!" Sigdrifa said angrily:

"Last night, that bastard pervert in Shaft stole my shorts, and I found them with panda eyes. Let me tell you, my mother's fists are not easy to mess with!"

"Hey, you little girl, you have such a big temper, be careful to play tricks for the rest of your life!"

"I'm happy! I want you to take care of it, uncle!"

"Go on! This is for you!"

Johnny took out a paper book with a plastic seal from the tactical bag, and forced it into Sigurdlifa's hands, making her face question marks:
"What is this? Why are you giving me a book?"

The book cover design is very simple, pure white,
The title of the book is "Life, Death, Love". The author is the refugee writer Boken, and it is his new book that has not yet been officially released.

"That guy Lynch likes to read books. He reads them during the war, and also reads them when he is on a transport plane, especially this old-fashioned collection of essays. We all joked that he is a literary youth."

"You want me to give it to him?"

"Little girl, you go to the back mountain to flirt with your boss, you can't go there empty-handed."

"Flirting?! Nonsense... nonsense!"

Sigurdlifa felt her face become hot and unbearable, and she argued: "I went to the back mountain to hang out. What's not good to see, why go to see that ugly man? Besides, we don't get along, we always quarrel!"

"Stop making excuses, little blond girl, your face is as red as a monkey's ass, and you're ugly, huh, I don't know which idiot is staring at the ugly man's ass all day long without blinking!"

"You..." Sigdelifa blushed to the base of her neck: "You... nonsense! You read it yourself, uncle, you gay!"

"Haha, I didn't expect him to be so big and have a shy and cute personality,"

At this point, Johnny Blazer finally expressed his true will.

This legendary veteran is not only sensitive to the smell of war, but also other senses,
He smelled the smell of love, and intentionally matched this pair of friends who were eccentric and withdrawn, and helped his old subordinate Lynch to get married and start a business.

"You know, Lynch, that silly boy, occasionally sneaks a glance at you, and then immediately looks away, as if afraid of being discovered... Hahaha! The big man with a fierce face is actually shy, it's really ridiculous."

(Really? He's peeking at me! Watch out for me! He doesn't hate me anymore?)
Sigurdriefa tried hard to conceal her joy and excitement, and put on a bad face:
"Sorry, veteran, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tsundere! Stubborn! Let me tell you! You two are so stubborn, so good for each other!"

Johnny simply stopped in front of the opponent, putting on a stalking posture:

"When you first joined the job, you must have thought in your heart, this captain is really an idiot! Putting on an ugly face all day long and pretending to be a grandson, it seems that you have to change jobs again."

"Haha, uncle, you are so funny."

Johnny Blazer has great potential as a talk show host, with rich expressions and humorous tone,

Sigurdriefa resisted the urge to laugh out loud and maintained a frosty image, but she couldn't hold back after all and covered her mouth.

(End of this chapter)