death of hope

Chapter 251 "Corporate Warrior" (167) Ordinary Trivia

full of wine and food,

Holding the hand of my lover, walking through the dirty alleys humming a little tune,

Go home and rest,

There is nothing more pleasant than this.

An NFL football game is on TV, and the Harps lead the Raiders 24-18 at halftime,

The game was exciting, the winner would be close to the playoffs, and any hard-core fan should hold his breath, but Lynch's mind was not on it. The weather turned cold, but he was hot and unbearable.

Listening to the sound of splashing water in the bathroom behind the curtain in the corner of the living room, looking at the looming graceful figure,
The curtain was hung with thin wire. He bought a waterproof nylon curtain from IKEA. He regretted it now. He should have bought the thin blue one, which was more transparent.

(What's wrong with me, like a bastard trying to peek at the girls' dormitory, so naive and stupid!)

Hammered his head, but still couldn't help thinking about it.

He puffed his nostrils and sniffed the fragrance in the air carefully, a pungent fragrance, a smell of cheap shampoo,
It was full of industrial blended flavors, and there were obviously high-end products with natural flavors in the supermarket, but his girlfriend, who had been afraid of poverty since she was a child, was used to using cheap products.

Looking around, the hall is messy, with dirty socks thrown around, sweaty boxing gloves, a loaded automatic assault rifle, a pump-action shotgun hanging on the wall, and the A unicorn plush toy that is a target game reward.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered an old movie, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith", (I hope we will not touch the guy when we quarrel in the future.) He thought worriedly.

It is a habit I developed on the battlefield that I must have the handle of the gun in my hand when I fall asleep, but now I feel quite at ease holding the remote control. I just leaned on the sofa and fell asleep facing the flickering TV screen.

No nightmares, no cold sweats, no sudden waking up. When I opened my eyes, the TV was off. My body was warm and someone had covered me with a blanket.

Pulling the blanket up to his neck, he wanted to sleep for a while more in a daze, thinking about the happy life after marriage, but he was woken up by a burnt smell, and the smoke alarm beeped wildly.

"I'm sorry..." Sigdelifa came over with a depressed expression on her pan, "I wanted to show it, but... the fire was too hot, and the bacon was all mushy, so I can make do with oatmeal..."

"How do you mess up every time." Lynch didn't get angry at all, and turned off the smoke alarm: "Miss Sig, just turn the gas knob a little bit, there is no need to turn it all the way."

"Eh...it's a flamethrower, I'm used to it."

In the afternoon, when I went for a walk in the central garden, a corgi without a leash ran towards them, but I didn't see where the owner was.

Cupid rode on it all at once, and the passers-by laughed when they saw it. A panting little fat man chased after him, yelled and drove away Lynch's dog, and took away the corgi. This kid is not afraid of Lynch at all. He pointed at his nose and scolded him.

"What a nuisance! Keep an eye on your dog! Ugly!"

"The little fat man has a big temper," Lynch said.

"It's our fault." Sigurd Lifa patted the dog's back lightly: "Cupid, Cupid, you are a Teddy, you always ride a dog when you see it, you are really old and strong."

"Didn't you notice that Corgi is a male dog?"

"My God, could it be that our little Cupid is a gay dog?"

"Be careful what you say and respect the LGBT community."

Send Cupid to the pet shop for a bath and deworming, and the two of them go to the black market in the lower city to wander, where you can buy a lot of rare goods, including prohibited weapons.

Whether they are federal soldiers or corporate soldiers, they have the habit of purchasing their own equipment. Lynch hopes to buy a Nepalese dogleg kukri made of high-quality steel. It turned out that the one was lost during the mission in New Vegas.

Unfortunately, none of the dealers selling cold weapons had their stalls, and the loudest and most popular one in the black market was a stall selling illegal gems:

"Don't miss it when you pass by! The beautiful rough stones from various planets are already at the price of cabbage. Take them to the next street and find a good craftsman to polish them, and the value will immediately increase by ten times!"

Sigurdriefa stared at an uncut pink diamond with fascination.

"What, like this?"

"quite gorgeous."

"How about buying it and processing it into a diamond ring?"

Sigurdriefa stared wide-eyed, and a pair of silver-gray pupils shone with joy:
"Is this...a proposal to me?"

"I'm worried that if you are alone, you can burn the kitchen down by frying an egg."

"Just kidding, I'll make a deluxe breakfast to shut you up."

Lynch was about to make an inquiry when he heard a dwarf in the crowd booing:

"These rough stones are not formally mined, they are all blood diamonds! Looted from Zhanluan Planet!"

The onlookers were not happy: "You are not talking nonsense, whoever buys the regular ones will come to the black market, isn't it just to get a bargain!"

"Which idiot is looking for trouble?" The peddler walked up to the short man and cursed:

"Short, your face is full of stinky poop! You are still licking 13 faces, accusing others of not washing their pants clean!"

"I just want to expose the truth! Most of your stalls are blood diamonds mined by warlords, stained with human blood."

"Nonsense! Tell me which diamond is pure and which one has been stained with blood!"

Seeing that the stall owner and the booing dwarf were about to fight, Sigurdrifa turned her head in disgust:
"Let's go, I don't want to wear any blood-stained gems."

"The fault is not gems, but human greed. Why don't we go to a regular jewelry store?"

"Don't go, go home! What luxury goods, engagement rings, are just consumption traps promoted by jewelry companies. Forcibly binding love to stones is too ridiculous."

"There is still a sense of ritual. I can't propose empty-handed."

"I don't want anything but you and a bouquet of flowers."

The phone rang, and the person on the other side seemed to put it down after a few words. Sigurd Lifa froze in place, and it took several seconds before he put it down.

"Is it because Wang Hongye and the others are coming to play?"

"It's not Big Sister...it's the hospital...the hospital in my hometown."

"what?"

"Father... he... wants to see me for the last time."

(End of this chapter)