death of hope

Chapter 249 "Corporate Warrior" (165) Warm Embrace

In the early years, when Lodayev was an Internet anchor, he was famous for all kinds of crazy experiments, earning traffic and wealth.

At the peak of popularity, 10 people were online at the same time in the live broadcast room. The audience liked this crazy chemist, watching him stuff explosives into refrigerators, washing machines or trailers, and then count down to 321 and explode into the sky. market.

For some reason, he went to jail, and Lodayev was depressed for a while, drinking heavily all day long, until he became a corporate warrior,

With the abundant material support of McMillan Group, as many raw materials as necessary,

The once unrealistic and crazy designs have also been finished products. The grenade made by Lodayev is small in size and powerful, and can easily destroy the enemy behind the bunker.

Coupled with his precise throwing technique, he became an excellent grenadier. He cooperated with the hacker Shaft to decipher the door lock.

The fight is not over yet, with gang members refusing to surrender.

"Don't be afraid! We have many people! Kill the intruders!"

Goat Goth didn't have the guts to take up a weapon and kept yelling at his men. "Boys, take cover!"

A battle of positions was waged in the huge room, the bartender hid behind the bar and shot, the gaming table became a solid bunker, and it was time for the grenadiers to perform.

Lodayev's left-handed submachine gun fired fire suppressively, smashing broken wine bottles and chips flying around, and his right hand continued to throw accurately, and the explosives exploded directly above the bunker.

Two gang members were blown to pieces, and more people were wounded by bomb fragments. A man covered in smoke crawled out from behind the gaming table, raising his hands: "I surrender! I surrender!" crying without dignity , the energy to bully the market on weekdays is not left at all.

Lodayev issued a warning: "Tear gas! Be careful!"

The whole house is filled with gray irritating gas, and gang boys fight with their faces wrapped in hoods.

Lynch was wearing a gas mask, when a dwarf cyborg tried to sneak behind him, Wang Hongye picked up the samurai sword on the ground, threw it violently, and nailed it to the wall.

"Thank you." Lynch nodded to her. With such excellent teammates, the task became much easier.

"Cool, big sister, use a samurai sword as a dart." Shaft praised. "Which sect's move."

"This trick is called Flying Fire Meteor, and I created it myself." Wang Hongye put on an exaggerated pose, just like a heroine in a TV drama.

"That's a good name for Secondary School." Lodayev said with a smile.

The battle was so easy, it was like target training. In less than 5 minutes, the firepower of the resisters was almost exhausted.

Lynch didn't want to hurt more lives, and shouted loudly: "Stop pointless resistance! Put down your weapons!"

"Don't listen to this grandson farting! Hit me! Hit me!"

Goat Goth hoped that his subordinates would resist to the end, but the matter had come to this point, and his orders were no longer effective.
The gang members who are still alive all raise their hands above their heads:
"Stop fighting! We surrender!"

The Devil Goat Gang, which is a headache for the local police station, has been destroyed. The gang members who usually show off their might have trembling legs and no fighting spirit anymore.

"Xiao Wang, go over and hand over their guns, contact Big Beard and ask him what's going on outside."

"The house is completely controlled by us, EZGame (too simple)."

"Xiao Xia, control that man in the white suit."

"Look, this guy is scared to pee!"

Shaft walked over with dancing steps, and kicked Goth the Goat on the knee, causing him to kneel down in pain:

"What are you doing!"

Compared with being kicked, this obsessive-compulsive disorder patient cares more about the shoe prints on his white trousers.

"Sorry man for ruining your party, hope the girls in the pool are okay."

Shaft pulled out a nylon strap and tied the hands of the black boss firmly on his back.

"Easy! It hurts me! Who the hell are you guys and what do you want to do!"

Lynch ignored him at all, took off his gas mask, turned off the individual shield generator, walked to the obsidian pillar, smashed the glass with his fist, and carefully stretched out his hand, holding the precious lizard egg in his palm.

"The mission objective has been achieved, let Miss Sig take down the incubator."

"It's mine! You don't have the right to take it away!" Goth the Goat was about to scold angrily when he suddenly found the McMillan logo on the collar of Lodayev's shirt:

"Wait...you...you are not cops! You are the company's armed forces!"

"This goatee uncle is so slow." Shaft said with a sneer.

For gang members, being caught by federal agents means going to jail or death, but being caught by corporate employees may mean torture that is worse than death. Corporate fighters are more terrifying than cultists.

Lynch handed the lizard eggs to his subordinates and turned to look at him:
"You should already know who we are and why we came to you."

"It's all a misunderstanding! Don't blame me!"

Goat the Goat was so scared that he almost peed his pants on the spot. He knew that he had offended a big company that he shouldn't have offended.

"It's all my fault for my short-sighted little brother! He dared to steal Boss McMillan's collection! He is dead now, the corpse under the gaming table is it."

"It's pretty easy to shirk and put the responsibility on the dead."

"Take that... lizard egg... and all the property in my vault... have fun... don't torture me... I don't want to be skinned..."

"Good guy, our colleagues are too ruthless to scare a black boss like this."

Lodayev was chewing gum, trying to scare the other party: "Don't worry, the rumors of skinning people alive are all made up by jokes. In fact, we prefer to fry them in oil until they are golden on both sides. An apple and it’s ready to serve.”

"You put the roast suckling pig here!"

Goat Goth was terrified and didn't realize it was a joke: "Handsome guy...beautiful girl..., hold your hand high, I have a child..."

"Go to please our boss, he has the final say."

Goat slammed Lynch's boots hard with his head:

"Let me go, brother, you and I have both shed blood and sweat for the Federation, we are comrades-in-arms!"

"Who is your brother? Comrades? Don't use this to get close to me, you are not worthy!"

As if stimulated by the smell of blood in the room, coupled with the influence of words, Captain Marcus Lynch's PTSD broke out, and his emotions became extremely agitated. He grabbed Boss Hei by the neck and lifted him up:
"You said...you shed blood for the Federation..."

"Really... I... I was wounded on the battlefield."

"where?"

"Mariupol... my plane crashed and I broke my calf while skydiving..."

"That's... an injury?" Lynch grabbed the collar of his neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he roughly tore off Boss Hei's sleeve, and pinched him hard on his arm.

"Ouch...it hurts..." Goat Goat's expression twisted in pain.

Shaft and the others looked at each other in blank dismay: "Boss, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, I got excited all of a sudden."

"It's okay." Sigdrifa, who just arrived, said: "Battlefield trauma, after treatment, it's not serious anymore. It's good to let it out, and it will be relieved." Having said that, she looks more serious than anyone else. Worry.

"I just... pinch your skin, don't say pinching purple, pinching red hurts, right?"

"It hurts!"

"Okay, now, imagine a 7.92x57mm standard rifle round going through you at 1140m/s.

After wearing the military uniform you are proud of, the hard-trained abs are torn under the impact of it and become a mess,
A penetrating wound to the large and small intestine, blood rushing into the intestines, muscle spasms, your brain is still trying to accept the pain,

You are afraid, you tremble, you look at your comrade, he has just taken out a new magazine from his bag and is reloading, at this time, the enemy's incendiary bombs are poured into the trench,

Your comrade-in-arms turned into a barbecue, and you were unconscious, and could only defecate with a plastic catheter for two months, and after you recovered, another star sector started fighting,

Every time you stare at this wound, you will be reminded of the smell of grilled human flesh..."

Captain Marcus Lynch had a hideous face, holding Goth the black boss goat in one hand, and tearing off his clothes with the other hand, revealing the horrible wound on his stomach.

"This is called a wound, this is called bleeding for the Federation of Terra, understand.

A real soldier must keep his honor unsullied after retiring, but he can't organize a gang of hooligans to bully civilians like you! "

An hour later, federal prosecutors arrested Gott the goat, the medical examiner removed the body, and McMillan employees arrived to count the scattered banknotes.

Lynch's chaotic brain finally calmed down, and he found that the team members were surrounding him, and Sigurdriefa was holding his hand.

"Captain, are you alright?" Mahmadi asked.

"I'm fine... how about the mission?"

"It was closed perfectly. The lizard eggs were put in the incubator, and the company's plane transported them away. It's a pity that some of the money in the box was not taken away secretly." Shaft looked regretful.

"Maybe... I should retire early..." Lynch said dejectedly, "I'm sick again, and I can't control it at all. A mental patient cannot continue to be the captain of the Alpha team."

"Don't say that, the captain is just too tired and needs to rest, let's go and relax next weekend."

"Take your miser girlfriend and go to the beach." Shaft hugged him with a playful smile: "You want to retire, what should you do brothers, the Alpha team can't live without the leader."

"After I go back, I will go to the monastery to pray for the boss. I must drive Satan's minions out of my heart."

"Don't worry, boss, no one will mention this matter, no one will blame a veteran of the Federation, even if others don't understand, we all understand, for the Federation, you have a clear conscience, every scar proves this point."

"you all……"

"No matter what, brothers will always support you!"

"Come on! Surround yourself! Boost your morale!"

The members of Alpha Squad put their arms around their shoulders and form a circle, like football players stepping onto the field to cheer each other on.

"who are we!"

"Alpha Tactical Squad! Beast Lynch's Alpha Tactical Squad!"

"Huh! Go ahead!"

"Long live! Come on!"

Looking at the smiling faces, Lynch felt that the corners of his eyes were moist.
familiar, warm feeling,
It was as if the dead comrades of the Spartan company were reunited. After so many years, he, who was tortured both physically and mentally, found a sense of home:
"Thank you, thank you."

(End of this chapter)