death of hope

Chapter 309 "Corporate Warrior" (225) Dark Alley

"Can you walk?"

"It's okay, it just hurts."

"Be patient."

"Ouch!"

Lynch pulled the man up and took out a tissue to wipe the blood on his face:

"Whatever happens, don't talk."

"it is good……"

Lynch took off his windbreaker and put it on him, and Sigdelifah took off his baseball cap and sunglasses and put it on for him.

Just like that, he walked to the inspection post with his arms, but the police blocked his way.

"Wait! Take out your press card!"

"My buddy is weak and can't bear to be tossed in the detention center. Brothers, let me help you."

Lynch took out a thick stack of banknotes, and the police officers and auxiliary police officers who checked the sentry post had a share.

"It's the reporters, let them go."

After turning two corners and getting farther and farther away from the incident, the piercing siren gradually ceased to be heard, and the man finally couldn't hold on and shrank:

"I got a few sticks on my leg, it hurts too much..."

"Hold on, the car is parked nearby."

"What to do next, the police force in the whole city has been dispatched, and there are checkpoints everywhere."

"Take one step at a time, and help me open the trunk first."

"Fortunately, this car has a lot of space. Wait... I put the sponge used to clean the car under his head."

"Dude, you've suffered." Lynch handed over a bottle of purified water.

The two pretended to be tourists, asked three questions, passed three checkpoints, two of which had to check the trunk, and barely passed by stuffing money.

"Phew...Leave the city center, it's safe, luckily I brought enough cash."

"It's easy to do things if you have money. What to do now, all the major hospitals are also people from the police department."

"Thank you, stranger." A man's hoarse voice came from the trunk:
"Station No. 11 Lübeck Street... There is a dark alley next to it, and there is a small bar at the end. I have acquaintances there, ouch!"

The wheels of the car hit the bricks and bumped violently, knocking the man's head.

"Female driver, how did you drive?"

"Don't blame me, the lights of this broken car are too dim, and the street lights are all off."

"This buddy was tossed enough, stop the car and carry him to the back seat."

Opening the trunk and picking up the man, Sigurdlifa smirked: "Sorry, big brother, I have already passed the checkpoint, I forgot!"

Continue on the road.

"Grateful... I am grateful... How do I call you..."

"It's just a passing passenger, come, take a stick to relieve the pain."

Lynch took out a pack of military Camels and threw them in the back seat along with the lighter.

"Thank you... Whoops... Cough cough... This smoke is really strong..."

"Smoking slowly, the tobacco leaves are mixed with analgesics, which are used to relieve the pain of the wounded. If a good man does his best, I will drive the navigation to lead the way."

The address reported by the workers is too remote.

The car crossed half of York City and entered a poor gathering area. The law and order visible to the naked eye was extremely chaotic.

Gangsters used street lamps as targets to practice guns, gangsters danced hip-hop around the speakers, sluggish drug addicts squatted on the sidewalks, teenagers and girls chased and frolicked on skateboards, surrounded by corpses of flies.

Sigurdlifa felt the wheels crushing the bullet casings all over the ground: "I'm going, I killed someone, and the police don't care?"

"Tiaozi only serve the rich, and they all hide in the upper city." The man in the back seat coughed and smoked a cigarette: "Tomorrow morning, the forensic doctor will come to collect the corpse. Before that, the rats and stray dogs will eat the corpse."

"Calm down and smoke, by the way, why are you parading?"

"A female worker in a steel factory was killed by an iron hook. Her family was not compensated and her wages were not repaid."

"This is too much, and the factory owner won't come to trouble. A small amount of money can settle it, and we must make a big fuss."

"It's also possible that the money was distributed, but it was embezzled by the bottom management, but it doesn't matter. The conflicts will explode when they accumulate to a certain extent.
Workers in York City do the hardest and most tiring work. They work ten hours a day and only take one day off a week, but they don’t even let this day off with pay. They want us to participate in training. grandson. "

"Hate accumulates slowly, which trade union organized you?"

"The Brotherhood of Steel Workers, we can't do it alone. This time the scale is large. More than a dozen large trade unions have united. Mr. Jimmy Brown of the Federation of Automobile Industries led us to storm the gate of the factory area, and he was also injured."

"I've seen that name in the newspaper. Do you have to pay dues?"

"Hand over, you have to pay if you have to bite the bullet, and you will feel at ease with the organization."

"Have your previous actions been successful?"

"Of course we have succeeded. Otherwise, we would be idle. Helping workers with their lives is tantamount to fighting for our own interests."

The man took a deep breath of the smoke, and the painkiller in the tobacco seemed to be taking effect. From the rearview mirror, his swollen face was no longer distorted, and his eyes became clear:
"I'm not stupid to know that unions are dirty and use our anger to make money, but I can't deny its efficacy,
The increase in the minimum wage and the inclusion of more drugs in health insurance are the result of our bloody battles, not the mercy of capitalists. "

Marcus Lynch was silent, sitting in the passenger seat and looking out the window at the dilapidated street scene that quickly passed by,

The man in the back seat who had been beaten black and swollen was short and thin, far from his tall and strong father, but for some reason, certain qualities in him reminded Lynch of something;

(Patricia Lynch has never complained to her family about the injustice she received. Judging from the information collected so far,
My father organized a group of close friends outside to meet regularly to spread a certain idea, which was similar to but not the same as a trade union organization.

What exactly is the "cockroach" mentioned by Matsushita Juhei?
Does the word "comrade" mentioned by Mr. Tywell exist in this city of York? )
Lynch felt that he was approaching the answer, and his excitement was beyond words. Helping this stranger worker was like helping himself.

"No. 11 Lübeck Street, but it's a station, and there's a dark alley next to it." Siegdrifa turned off the engine, got out of the car and looked into the dark alley: "It's not safe here, you have to find a weapon and bring it with you."

"I'm carrying a shield generator. Inside the box is a gift from Panasonic Juhei to our boss. Open it."

"Is this suitable? Hey, it's a knife." Sigurdriefa drew the knife out of its sheath, and slashed several times in the air: "This thing is an antique."

"Be prepared, just in case." Lynch opened the rear door, helped the man down the stairs,

The alley is deep, dark and long, with moonlight shining in, the left and right walls are covered with graffiti and bullet holes, and the chapped ground is scattered with bullet casings and cans.

Old-fashioned retro neon lights appear at the end of the road. The neon light pattern is the image of an old soldier with a cane, and a row of colorful letters below;
"The Old Lame Bar."

(End of this chapter)