death of hope

Chapter 268 "Enterprise Warrior" (184) Notepad
(You should shoot as soon as you meet, even if the ending is the same, at least it won’t be as embarrassing as it is now.) Bellwood thought regretfully, and then cursed:
"You sneaky... old fox..."

"Soldiers never tire of cheating, boy, do you understand?"

Johnny looked at the opponent's trembling legs: "Do you think you can win in a head-on firefight? Or you can lose both sides? Don't dream!
You should know what strength I am. This big Captain Lynch is my successor, and his Alpha team is also full of ruthless people. Bellwood, you never had any chance from the beginning, understand, in front of me, You're just a baby sucking on a pacifier.

The only thing is, the dose of medicine you inhaled is enough to paralyze an elephant, but you can still stand swaying. I never expected this. Is it anger that drives you to this day? "

"I failed..." Bellwood lowered his head.

The mercenary Brunhilde pulled out a butterfly knife and turned the blade back and forth with her fingers. Her smile was fierce and sick: "I want to slit his throat to see how far the arterial blood can spurt! Hahahaha! Bright red The little fountain is the most fun!"

"Crazy girl! Haven't you had enough trouble yet?" Johnny Blazer gave her a disgusted look: "Don't be foolish! Miss Brunhilde, I won't indulge you anymore!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you liked to watch your throat cut." Brunhilde turned the butterfly knife in a gorgeous posture, put the lock on it, stored it in the sheath on his shoulder, and then quietly stepped aside.

Even the teammates of the honey badger team felt extremely disturbed by this crazy woman and kept her away.

"Accept fate." The mercenary Oleg stepped forward, raised the heavy handcuffs, and dangled in front of Bell:
"Wear this, don't embarrass everyone, I am also a veteran, I will take your dignity into consideration."

"You are people who value honor, you will take it into consideration, Johnny will take it into consideration, but the federal congressman will not, the FBI will not, the mayor will not, and the top McMillan executives will not.

Greedy businessmen, corrupt politicians, New Frankfurt is already rotten.

The day before yesterday, I took people to the bar street, we shot and killed the mayor's illegitimate son,

O'Prien, the notorious gangster who murdered countless girls,

The bastard and his cronies were driving a sports car in the urban area, and when they killed someone, they asked his father to help him.

That's how my co-worker's daughter was wronged, so we stormed into the garage full of fancy cars and busted all the bastards,

Their fathers are either rich or expensive, and the mayor and his henchmen won't spare me.

Those of us who live here know best the darkness of New Frankfurt, that seeking justice in this city is nothing short of dreamlike, and I'll tell you what happens,
A fair trial will not come, I will be beaten black and blue, and I will sit on the trial seat wearing a prison uniform that smells of urine. They will criticize me verbally, turn off the surveillance in the interrogation room, and torture me in every possible way, making me want to die. "

Bellwood looked at Johnny, and begged bitterly: "I seldom ask for help in my life, give me a treat, Johnny, don't let me fall into the hands of those bastards, or...give me the antidote, myself You can do it!"

"He is a veteran of all wars. Although he has done something wrong, he deserves to die with dignity." Oleg said: "What's more, the Fourth Armored Division once saved our company. Boss, give him a chance..."

"It's really hopeless for this city to be able to force people like this." Johnny Blazer nodded, took out a medicine bottle from the tactical bag on his chest, took out a small white pill, and stuffed it into Belwood's mouth inside,
He didn't even have the strength to chew the pills, and Johnny had to put his hands around the upper and lower jaws to help him crush the pills.

Lynch was so angry that he clenched his fists: "Old company commander! Why did you give him the antidote?! Oleg, even you have lost your mind, right? You are really crazy!"

"Boy, you don't have a place to talk here."

Johnny Blazer watched quietly, Bellwood's pale skin turned rosy,

With the recovery of muscle strength, Bellwood's legs stopped shaking, his breathing became even, and his bruised lips also returned to blood.

"Please……"

"Okay, I'm just a soft-bodied person, so you can do it yourself, Bell, and I'll return this to you."

Johnny took out the pistol, opened the cylinder skillfully, and poured out five huge, golden yellow . metallic sound,

The bullet stopped at the firing pin, buckled the cylinder, and slid across the table.

"Thank you...thank you..."

Bellwood tried to pick up the revolver, which was too heavy for him now,

He had inhaled too much medicine, and even after swallowing the antidote, his arm muscles were still numb. He failed twice in a row, and each time he slammed on the table with a bang, took a deep breath, and tried the third time.

"Old company commander! This guy can't be trusted!" Lynch protested, "You're playing with fire!"

"Shut up and watch me honestly."

"I can't trust this Bell, he's a dangerous terrorist, he just wants to drag others back!" Lynch said through the communicator: "The old company commander is playing with fire, who will help me persuade him."

"The boss doesn't have the right to speak, so we juniors dare not force us."

"Damn... Oleg blocked me behind, Sieg, you are in a good position, if the situation is not right, do it!"

"receive."

The mercenary Brunhilde licked his tongue and said, "Don't be greedy, Mr. Johnny will be under my protection."

Mehmadi muttered under his breath, "It's terrible. Our boss has to cringe in front of Johnny the Mad Dog."

"That's a respect for the old officer, the rules of the Spartan company, we don't know how to understand if we haven't been soldiers." Lodayev said.

On the fourth attempt, Bellwood finally took up the pistol,
Trembling, he raised the muzzle of the gun, pulled the hammer, closed the safety, and aimed it at his temple.

He didn't shoot immediately, but glanced at Johnny. The other party didn't seem to have any defenses. He just stood there and looked at him, with his eagle-like eyes...it seemed that he couldn't even hide his own soul.

(Damn... this guy is right... in front of him... I'm still too tender... Even so, I have to...)
In just an instant, less than half a second, Bellwood turned his gun to the side,

Before he could take aim, a pink butterfly knife pierced his wrist precisely. The moment the pistol landed, Bell's left hand reached for the bomb switch on his waist, ready to die with everyone in the room.

"I'm sorry!"

Sigurdriefa didn't give him any chance. He picked up the fully automatic shotgun and held down the trigger without letting go. The 12 rounds loaded in the drum were all fired within two seconds.

Bellwood's head, neck, and one shoulder were blasted into a pulp by thousands of metal bullets. He lost his brain and spine, and the hand that touched the bomb could no longer move.

The room was huge, and half the area was splattered with bone fragments, blood, and brain tissue. The hostages screamed in fear, "God!" A woman was so frightened that she passed out.

"Huh... so dangerous..." Sigurdriffa breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the smoking shotgun. Even though Bellwood wanted to bring a whole house of people to be buried with him, she still couldn't bring herself to hate him: "He No pain, I'm sure."

"Fast, accurate, and ruthless." Johnny gave her a thumbs up: "Even in the Spartan company, girl, you are the strongest."

"Thank you."

"The mission is complete. My scouts have rescued most of the hostages." Lynch took off his helmet.

"The terrorists upstairs and downstairs have been eliminated, engineers are dismantling the bomb, the FBI, and people from the City Bureau will be there soon."

"Before then, I have something to do."

As he spoke, Johnny walked up to Bellwood's headless, bloody corpse, unbuttoned it, and took out the sticky, blood-stained photo from his shirt pocket. The young Bellwood and his wife laughed happily Splendid, both of them are gone now.

Pull out the Zippo lighter and burn that photo:
"Leave this world of Cao Dan, armored soldier, and go find your Zenia!"

"Remove the bomb fuse on his waist."

"Wait a minute, there's something in the waist bag, it's a small book, it's densely written."

Shaft opened the cowhide seal of the small book, and casually flipped through a few pages, all of which were life essays, plans for terrorist actions, etc. Suddenly, he stopped on a certain page:

"Hey? This name? The same last name as the boss?"

"Show me." Lynch took it over and was stunned for a moment;
"The page reads in jumbled pen letters:

Mr Patricia Lynch,

Our great teachers, pioneers of thought!
He said, give up illusions and prepare to fight! "

(Dad... father's name?! What do mentor and pioneer mean? Did Dad say that?)

"Hey! What's the matter?" Johnny asked, "The FBI is coming soon."

Lynch desperately suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart: "No, it's nothing, it must just happen to have the same name."

Lynch wrapped the blood-stained notepad with a piece of medical gauze and stuffed it into the tactical bag.

Shaft stretched his waist: "It's time to call it a day, and I'll leave the work of cleaning the floor to the clerk."

"Going for a drink nearby?"

"No, not in the mood."

Johnny Blazer took off his beret, bowed his head in silence towards Bellwood's broken body, sighed, and walked away without looking back.

The members of the honey badger team also followed, and the mercenary Brunhilde followed closely.

"Why are we fighting..." the mercenary Oleg looked back at Lynch.

"The era of glory and blood that belongs to us old guys is over." Lynch said sadly.

(End of this chapter)