death of hope

Chapter 289 "Enterprise Warrior" (205) Psionic Storm

The old smoker Taywell couldn't wait to tear open the plastic packaging of Hilton cigarettes, with an impatient expression, just like a street hooligan ripping off a beauty's clothes, uncovering the shiny silver aluminum foil, and pulling out a card from it,
It turned out to be a rare gold card, a very beautifully printed, ruby ​​macaw illustrated book, with the habits and origin of this kind of parrot printed on the back, as well as the anti-counterfeiting code of the genuine card collection.

"Niu X! The jeweled macaw is still a gold card!"

"You are so cute, Uncle Taywell, like a child collecting Superman cards in instant noodles."

"You know what, this is not at the same level as the broken card in instant noodles. This is a limited edition, collectible value, financial product! Do you understand!"

Tywell hid the golden card under the mattress, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and asked Lynch for fire with arrogance:

"Hey! Lighter! Come on!"

"You've forgotten almost everything except your bad temper, haven't you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to suffocate!"

"Here, here you are, don't burn your beard." The other party snatched it ignorantly, "Here you are!"

Since he wanted something from others, he could only let the old madman behave. Lynch raised his hand to turn off the smoke alarm, and adjusted the exhaust fan to a high speed.

After a burst of puffing, nicotine and tar were inhaled into the lungs, and it was indescribably comfortable. Old Taywell was so happy that his face was wrinkled, like an opioid addict, he leaned on the bed frame contentedly:
"Oh... so cool, death is worth it."

"I'll take this first." In order to prevent the lunatic from setting fire, Lynch took away the lighter and tried to guide him to recall:

"Uncle Taywell, do you know who my father offended?"

"Stupid boy, I don't know you, let alone who your father is."

"It's been so long, maybe you've forgotten, his name is Patricia Lynch, and he died in a mine accident."

"If you don't know, you don't know! You are so annoying!"

Lynch frowned slightly:

(Is it... because the nicotine in the cigarettes made him even more confused? Brother Johnny said that physical attack is the best memory recovery technique, or should I slap him instead of accommodating him? Anyway, he Young assholes!)

Lynch remained patient, knowing that there was no need to rush this matter, so he tried to speak calmly to the lunatic:

"You must know him. Mr. Patricia is the miner of the town, and a good man with a reputation."

"Hmph... good man... good man...

Remember, boy, don't be a good person when you are nothing!

Good people don’t live long, wicked people enjoy happiness, thunder beats true filial sons, rich people make cruel people, hemp ropes are picked and broken, and bad luck only finds poor people, understand. "

Lynch sat down: "You were like this a long time ago, full of negative emotions, and the whole block was not pleasing to the eye."

"Huh? Do you think I have a dark mind?" Taywell sucked on the filter and coughed violently:
"Cough cough cough... The Terra Federation is a big cesspit! Pandora is the maggots wriggling in the cesspit!

Corrupt, dirty, and stinky!People are like bacteria parasitic on maggots. Do you know how difficult it is for a poor boy like me with low education to start a small clinic!
The protection fee for the underworld and the white Taoer has to be fully paid, and you have to remember the birthdays of the masters, and I will wear shoes for you if you are not happy!My fellow dentist, Dix, hanged himself in his clinic for offending someone's mistress!
Force the living to death, and persuade those who want to die to live well, making the big guy half dead, and still mentioning good people to me?The good guy is dead long ago! "

Lynch was not interested in the old lunatic's complaints, and only wanted to ask for clues about his father's death:
"You have a lot of grievances. I found out when I was a child when I went to your place to have my orthodontics installed. Uncle Taywell, don't you really remember me? I'm little Marcus, and my wisdom teeth are You unplugged it."

"I don't know! Every year, countless illiterate housewives bring their little bastards to my clinic for dental check-ups!
The reason is very simple, it is cheaper than big hospitals, but I don't know that all I use are second-hand defective products, and there are also junk products from the black market!Hahahaha, what a bunch of poor Xs! "

Lynch felt that his patience was reaching its limit, and he said under pressure, "No wonder my teeth have been bad, Uncle Taywell, you are a Sadducee, right? Aren't you afraid of karma?"

"Fool! I joined the Sadducee Church because of the 20 yuan evening prayer subsidy! As for those nonsense doctrines, when the priest explained the scriptures, I read magazines underneath.

Let me tell you, I don’t believe in the Sadducee teaching that good and evil are rewarded, I believe in my own eyes,
There are many people in the world who deserve to die, but they live well, and many people who don't deserve to die, but they die, ha!Good and evil are rewarded, let him make the dog smelly P!

Sadducee priests always said that Sadducee, the God of Justice, may be late, but he will never be absent, but in reality,
The hell is empty, and the demons are all in the world. The great God of Justice, Saduin, sleeps in the temple with his back naked, and doesn't care about the lives of mortals at all! "

"You took a Zacchaean wife and played with her faith."

"Ha, don't you understand! Don't look at my daughter-in-law who is ugly and disabled. Her father Omar is a rich man from out of town. How do you think I repaid the usury and made up the down payment for the new house! A generous dowry! Generous Old man!"

Lynch's tone gradually became irritable: "Mr. Omar doesn't respect anyone. He spends money to marry his daughter. He never treats you as a son-in-law."

"Let's just say I'm willing to get down on my knees, lick any boot, and kick the leftovers right in front of me."

Lynch has lost his patience, and his sympathy for the person in front of him has gradually turned into contempt:

"One last time, Uncle Taywell, please think carefully about the mine accident that year. This is really important to me."

"Why! Who are you! Light another cigarette for me!"

Marcus Lynch couldn't bear it anymore, leaned forward, stared into those crazy eyes, a stream of energy spread along the spine and spread all over his body.

A few months ago, he read Dr. Ryan's "Psychic Talent Research" and benefited a lot, so there is no need to wait any longer.

Tywell felt a wave of energy rushing around in his brain, stimulating every nerve. The dusty past broke down the dam like a torrent, and the storm of thinking almost tore open the skull.

His nails dug deep into his scalp, his headache was splitting, panic, fear, sadness, guilt, despair... Unable to bear it anymore, he fell down and moaned:
"Patricia Lynch...you came to me..."

(He regards me as his father?) Lynch didn't speak, but concentrated and stimulated the pineal gland in the opponent's brain with more powerful psychic energy.

"Please! Don't kill me! Patricia! I betrayed the organization! I betrayed the union! The traitor is me! It's me! It's me!"

(End of this chapter)