death of hope

Chapter 308 "Corporate Warrior" (224) Rotten City

The parade caught up with the evening rush hour, creating a massive traffic jam that could be called a disaster. Many drivers fell asleep while sitting, and more people got out of the car to eat and smoke.

When the two arrived at the scene, it was already 08:30 in the evening. The parade had just been dispersed and suppressed, and the resources of the entire York City were mobilized to deal with the aftermath.

The riot guards celebrated the victory by smashing their shields with rubber batons. They lined up in a square formation like ancient Roman soldiers. Half of them got on the truck and left, while the other half stayed at the scene to maintain order.

The car was stopped at the metal fence. Lynch pretended to be a video camera with a wooden box containing gifts, and the two entered the scene mixed in with the reporter team.

Sigurdriefa yawned: "This traffic is so jammed... I'm sleepy... I should get out of the car and grab a motorcycle, so I don't get stuck until dark."

"Impossible, this is a big city on Terra's home planet, not the kind of wild colony we perform missions on."

"That's true. Although law and order are quite chaotic, it's probably not easy to escape by robbing a motorcycle in full view."

"Hey, you're thinking that you can't escape. It's not right to steal someone else's car?"

"How did you become a mother-in-law? The license plates on those motorcycles are all fake. I hate drag racing gangs. My favorite history teacher was hit by a modified motorcycle and turned into a vegetable."

At this time, a yellow and black plastic cordon stopped the crowd,

A police officer held one end of the cordon: "Hey! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the scene of the crime, no filming is allowed."

"Sir, you look handsome in this outfit." A beautiful reporter went over and smiled: "We are a formal media, we have a press card, and we have been allowed by the city hall to enter the scene."

"People from the CIA are investigating potential human traitors in the union. Your press credentials are not working today."

"Can we not shoot a video? Just take a photo and leave!"

When the reporters and photographers were in a hurry, a temporary auxiliary policeman who did not wear a police rank suddenly said:
"Be considerate, this job is not easy to do, working overtime in the middle of the night, not even subsidized, and my wife doesn't even know about stealing men at home!"

Several male photographers laughed, and the auxiliary policeman continued:
"I rely on that little salary to eat and pay off the mortgage every month. If I let you in and annoy the old men of the Terra CIA, I will all have to drink the northwest wind!" expression.

The beautiful reporter of the "York City Observer" put on a provocative expression, blinking her eyelashes flickering desperately, she took out a few small bills from her pocket, rolled them up and stuffed them into the open tactical chest pocket of the auxiliary policeman inside:

"Little brother, it's not easy for those who come out to work, please be accommodating."

The police officer turned his back, pretending not to see, and the auxiliary policeman lifted the plastic cordon with a smothered smile, let the beautiful reporter and the accompanying cameraman pass by, and then put it down again.

Other members of the media instantly understood and paid tolls one after another. After all, compared with the income of headline news, this amount of money is really not worth mentioning.

Lynch also paid the toll, and walked away with a disgusted look. Although everyone knew that the corruption of the Terra Federation was rotten from root to leaf, it had long been commonplace. It is rare to see something as blatant as York City.

"Those two are relatives, and the auxiliary policeman is the brother-in-law of the police officer. One is a bad face and the other is a bad face. They work together to ask for bribes."

"It's really you, use your psionic energy for this little thing."

Sigurdlifa covered her mouth and smiled: "When I took the driver's license test in college, the ophthalmologist and the examiner of the Ministry of Transportation who checked my eyesight were also my brother-in-law and brother-in-law. They insisted that my eyesight was not up to standard, and I was charged 50 yuan to pass."

"Have you given it?"

"At that time, I had just paid the tuition fee, and there were only a few 50-cent coins in my pocket."

"Then how did you do it?"

"The ophthalmologist touched my thigh and said that I don't need money. Beating him will definitely affect my graduation from college, so I held back my anger."

"You bastard! Do you still recognize that person!" There was a moment of hysteria, and sensibility completely replaced rationality.

Sigdrifa saw the expression she most wanted to see on Lynch's face:
"Would you kill him for me, Darling."

He has calmed down: "It's not worth going to jail for that kind of bastard."

Entering the core area where the incident broke out, the reporters swarmed up like flies to photograph the plastic body bag on the stretcher,

And a large number of corpses of dead workers and explosion-proof special police who have not had time to collect.

The media people are well versed in traffic codes, and the insensitive audience doesn't care about the struggle between trade unions and enterprises, nor the political trends of the federal government. They are only interested in celebrity gossip and the blood of innocent people.

The beautiful reporter ordered the photographer to shoot the dead man's face without the slightest respect. Lynch clenched his fists and couldn't change anything.

(We have always shed blood and sacrificed for such human beings...)
Firefighters were trying to extinguish burning tires, choked by the acrid smell of burning rubber, and occasionally unlit firecrackers exploded in burning trash cans.

"Crack!"

Sigurdrie covered his ears, and Lynch's PTSD was almost on the verge of attack. He mistook the sound of firecrackers for cannons on the battlefield, trembling and sweating, and quickly unscrewed the medicine bottle and swallowed two capsules.

The flashing police lights made people's eyes uncomfortable. Nurses carried stretchers and carefully avoided the corpses on the ground.
The cleaner complained about working overtime while washing the blood on the ground with water. The mayor issued a death order to completely clean up the traces left by the murder, as if nothing had happened.

Something was hanging from the street lamp, which made a reporter tremble. It turned out to be a mannequin with the words "Black Hearted Factory Owner" written on it.

On the sidewalk, dejected workers squatted with their hands behind their backs, waiting to be handcuffed into the bureau for interrogation.

"Fifty or sixty people died, and thousands of union members were arrested. The detention center in York City is very lively tonight."

"It seems that preparations have been made. The roadblocks and armored vehicles have been set up in advance, otherwise the workers would have rushed into the rich area."

"The boss of the trade union did a good job, instigating a strike, and then secretly transporting scabs. While collecting union dues, he took the benefits of the enterprise at the same time, eating at both ends."

"You really know how to do it."

"My father... is definitely not that kind of person, his organization is clean."

"how do you know."

"I just know it."

"You know, Darling, this is what I love most about you."

"Ouch!"

A cold hand grabbed Sigurdriefa's calf, and the sticky blood on the palm stained her jeans and the fair skin under the hole.

He took a closer look and saw that it was a worker in blue overalls and a plastic hard hat. He was hidden under the union flag and was not found.

"Please...Miss, save me...I have a wife and children...They are still waiting for me to come home..."

(End of this chapter)