death of hope

Chapter 305 "Corporate Warrior" (221) York City
No matter how everyone persuaded, Lynch insisted on acting alone,
He said that this was seeking justice for his father, and his son should bear the risk.

Because of this, Sigurdriefa lost her temper and ignored him for a few hours, until Lynch ordered her favorite chocolate chip ice cream, coaxed it instantly, and was as happy as a child.

Under the arrangement of CEO Maximilian,

The five team members lived in the most luxurious room in the hotel, and the company paid for them, which made the colleagues envious.

For the hero team who rescued the CEO, a luxury vacation is just an appetizer, and they no longer have to worry about credit cards and mortgages.

The CEO took a special plane back to the family castle to recuperate, and the company's brigade followed along to protect him. Lynch could only take commercial flights,

The first-class and business-class seats were fully booked, and the economy-class seats were too small for Lynch, so he simply bought three tickets, one person occupied a row, and it was still very uncomfortable to sit in.

Both physically and mentally, he was too tired. After eating fast food, he put on a blindfold, covered himself with a blanket and began to take a nap. Soon he was awakened by a nightmare,

Waking up in a cold sweat, the sound of guns and shells echoed in his ears, and the voices and smiles of the fallen comrades of the Spartan Company remained in his sight...

"Hey! Big guy! You're awake!"

"It's fine to snore! The sudden yelling frightened my children!"

The aunt in the back row complained that he was talking in his sleep, and the students in the front row complained that his legs were too long to push against the back of the chair, which affected his rest.

Lynch apologized one by one in a daze, and then asked the flight attendant, and learned that the flight was still an hour away from York City.

Opening the curtain and looking out of the window, what comes into view is the boundless desert and the endless mountains of garbage.
Scavengers in gas masks and hazmat suits row boats and sail over green industrial waste water.

Completely opposite to the blue sky and green grass of Buenos Aires, York City is the epitome of the human metropolis on Terra's home planet,

Serious pollution, overcrowded, rampant crime, corrupt bureaucracy, huge gap between rich and poor...

Thinking about it this way, the plan to settle down in Signus [-] is too wise. If his children grow up with the garbage dump and listen to the gunshots of gang members, Lynch will never accept it.

The "scenery" outside was disgusting. I closed the curtains, put on the blindfold and continued to rest. Fortunately, I didn't have a nightmare this time.

After the flight landed, Lynch did not follow the army to pick up the luggage. He followed the habit of the army and traveled lightly. All the documents, bank cards, electronic instruments and other small items were placed in the pockets of the windbreaker, freeing up his hands for easy handling. various situations.

Not in a hurry to investigate, Maximilian asked him to report his safety to the old man of Matsushita's family on his behalf. It didn't look like an order at all, but a tone of friend asking for help. It seemed that he completely trusted him.

But with Lynch's resolute military style, it was still executed as an order.

Just hail a taxi and go to the Sakura Co., Ltd. Building,

The driver is a fat man who smells like alcohol, and he chatters along the way to introduce him to the gangs in each neighborhood.

When the uncle saw Lynch's appearance and figure, he thought he was coming to York City to mix in the society, and wanted to introduce him to a job that looked at the scene and collected protection fees, so that he could get the introduction fee himself.

Lynch listened to it tirelessly, but just "hmm, okay" perfunctory,
He lowered the glass and saw that the car was passing the elevated tram platform, and the workers in blue uniforms were like walking corpses, yawning and walking wearily to the factory. He couldn't help but think of his father.

Patricia Lynch never felt inferior to her status as a worker,
Hang your own labor medal on your shirt pocket, wipe it when it gets dirty, and keep it shiny all the time.

Patricia Lynch has a certain education, but not enough to be an engineer. He is a team leader, a small leader, and after all, he is just a miner who goes down the mine every day, covered in mud, smells of sour sweat, and leads a meager wages to support a family.

Recalling the scene when his father came home every day, and his sister threw herself into his arms, Lynch felt something dripping on his arm,
It was raining, and the workers cursed and opened their umbrellas. The soil on the ground was splashed by raindrops, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of earth.

I knew before coming here that York City is a gloomy city.
Writer Shields wrote a book, "York City: A Romantic City of Neon Lights and Tears".

But in Lynch's opinion, there is no romance here,
Workers repeat their boring day like puppets on strings,
The limousine honked its horn to drive away the rain-soaked pedestrians,
The servant opened the door with an umbrella, and the nouveau riche and the rich lady with heavy makeup got out of the car.

Turning a blind eye to the beggars along the street, holding his nose, he went straight into a high-end restaurant for morning tea,
The children inside the floor-to-ceiling windows sat on the carpet and played with model trains, while the children outside watched eagerly.

For this scene, Marcus Lynch did not find it romantic at all, and seemed to have gradually understood what his father did back then.

"Hey big guy, close the windows if you don't want to get sick."

The driver reminded him that the local pollution was serious and it was acid rain. Then Lynch closed the glass and looked at the fog he exhaled. He thought;

If nothing happened to my father back then, if my father hadn't organized to join that mysterious organization, I would have spent a poor but stable childhood,
If there had been no Pandora catastrophe, if the vicious dog hadn't rushed towards his sister back then, he wouldn't have been disfigured. The girls in the neighborhood were all looking forward to him, especially Janet on the next street.

Not on the football team, or in the army,

Like most miners' children, they went to a community technical secondary school and got married early. At this moment, their children are probably in elementary school.

But if that's the case... you won't be able to witness the magnificent cosmic war, you won't be able to enter the Spartan heavy infantry company,
He will also not know the comrades-in-arms like Mad Dog Johnny and Oleg who share life and death, and will not experience the bloody and despair of the battlefield.

He will not kill prisoners of war indiscriminately because of anger, and he will not be retired and rehired as a corporate soldier.
He will not experience countless times of destroying the team, complete the task by himself alive, and will not form the powerful Alpha team today,

meet your love...

Looking at the hazy figure outside the glass fog, listening to the sound of the horn, whenever I think of this question, I always come up with the same answer.

(The teacher said, don't hesitate to choose multiple-choice questions, choose the answer that you think is correct at first impression...

The blood and tears experienced along the way are all following the call of the heart, the life chosen by oneself,
I, Marcus Lynch, am no mediocrity, or she wouldn't be interested in me.

The battle is not over yet,

It must be for my father... and the thousands of dead souls in Pandora,
To be fair...)
(End of this chapter)