death of hope

Chapter 328 "Corporate Warrior" (244) People on the Margins of Society
A short Chilean pulls a rusty picture frame out of his rucksack,

There is a black and white photo sealed in the photo frame, it is a young man in a cape and a round straw hat,
Smoking a cigarette, wearing leggings, and his shoes covered in mud, he carried a fully automatic Kalashnikov assault rifle with a bayonet on his back, with a bright youthful smile on his face.

The dwarf put the photo frame on the largest table in the bar, set up the legs, and lit two candles on the left and right. The Chilean surrounded him, took off his hat, and said in Spanish:

"Adiós, hermano!"

"What did they say?" Lynch asked.

"They said goodbye, brother."

Sigurdlifa put down the plastic spoon of Wai ice cream and her expression became solemn. She had never met the group of Chileans in capes, but she respected their rituals.

The one-eyed bearded Qi Gewale raised his right hand and saluted the photo with a forceful military salute.

He took out a 5.45mm green-tipped tracer bullet from his trouser pocket, and gently placed it next to the candle,

The flickering candlelight seemed to reflect his thoughts, and his blue eyes became melancholy:
"Adiós., Diego Rodríguez."

"He said goodbye, Thiago Rodriguez."

After translating this sentence, Sigdrifa sighed and held Lynch's big hand: "My dear, we came at the wrong time. This is not a carnival party. It's a farewell to comrades."

"I just checked with a tablet computer, and I know who they are." Lynch whispered.

"who?"

"NSFC
The guerrillas spontaneously organized by farmers in northern Chile want to protect avocado orchards, protect ancestral mausoleums, stop nuclear waste landfill projects, oppose land expropriation, and oppose bank auctions of property rights.

They armedly harassed the convoy of federal civil servants and shot at the construction team of the South American energy company.
The bearded one-eyed man, Chi Guwale, is not from Chile, but from Argentina.

He was an officer in the Federal Army, and he was restless after being injured and discharged. He organized a group of people to fight against the company's forces. He has been wanted by the Homeland Security Agency (HSA) for many years. "

"So that's it." Sigurdlifa nodded: "I think of the "Federal Times" ranking of terrorists on Terra's mother planet, this one-eyed bearded Qi Gewale, ranked in the Afghan chieftain Ahmed Gu Behind Erbutz, ranked 34th."

"No wonder they couldn't catch him. The portrait on the arrest warrant was completely wrong, and he was painted very ugly, like an old monster."

"In fact, he is very young, and he is a wild and handsome guy."

"What's so handsome... just a slovenly man... how can it be so exaggerated..."

"Oh la la~ Our captain is really jealous."

"Ahem..." Lynch deliberately coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and raised his glass to take a sip.

"These guys are clearly more afraid of corporate arming than DHS."

"It's true that most federal civil servants are just waiting to die, so they are not willing to risk their lives to arrest dangerous elements, but our colleagues, corporate fighters, are different. The American Energy Company can't wait to skin these guerrillas who are blocking their way of making money. cramp."

"These peasant guerrillas are gathering in the city in such a grand manner, they are really not afraid of death,
"Fatty Downey and the others have said that this street is a no-nonsense area. Police patrol cars don't come here. All religions and elites gather here. It's also very good for me. It's a gray area like this where we can inquire about information."

"It is worth noting that this Qi Guwale is undoubtedly a dangerous person, but when he heard your surname just now, Lynch, his expression changed instantly, and he probably knew your father."

"Of course I noticed. It would be great if that's the case. My investigation has been in a dead end for a long time. Don't make us busy this time, and..."

"Huh? Why are you slapping my neck? Do you want to... poke?" Sigdrifa showed a joyful expression.

"Sig, I know you have a crush on that one-eyed dragon, and so do I, but don't let your guard down, there are knives and guns hidden under the cloaks of these people, remember what I taught you, eat less sweets, Keep an eye on the movements of their hands."

"Stop looking down on people!" Sigurdlifa raised his brows and looked about to get angry: "Stupid Marcus! In your eyes... I am a glutton who loves ice cream as much as his life ? Do you want to play a game here?"

"Keep your voice down!" Lynch quickly waved his hands: "My little aunt, let's have a different occasion if we have a temper!"

"Hey, just kidding, it scares you, there is no security check in this bar, how could I not be prepared for the guy, come, touch under the table."

"This is?"

"I taped a Vector stiletto submachine gun underneath with non-staining tape, and the drooping tablecloth acted as a cover,

Replaced with a 50-round extended magazine, even if they hide body armor under their cloaks,
45 ACP tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullets are enough for these Chileans to drink a pot, and there are two flash mines specially made by Lodayev for cover when escaping. "

"Terrible woman."

"This is what you say, as if you are so kind, what are we waiting for now?"

"Wait for the party to end, wait for the opportunity to talk to Qi Guwale."

"Order me another Italian milkshake."

"Okay, glutton."

At this time, the mourning activities of the Chileans were drawing to a close.

People walked by one by one and put everything next to the photos of their dead companions, lighters, cigarettes, small bottles of whiskey, playing cards, etc.,

A brown-skinned girl began to cry, probably the lover of the deceased. Other Chileans went to comfort her. The girl threw back her neck and gulped down half a bottle of vodka.

"Someone, send Miss Yesenia back to the hotel to rest!"

Someone clapped their hands and shouted: "Don't be downcast! Our enemies are not sleeping! Be happy! Keep fighting! Take back our land!"

Hello!Uncle Fabrizio!Play one more song to cheer everyone up! "

"Wait a moment." The guitarist said as he walked towards the bar bathroom: "It's convenient."

People were seated again, the drunken girl was sent away, the dwarf blew out the candles, put the photos back in his backpack,

Qi Guwale leaned against the pillar with a cigar in his mouth, closed his eyes, and looked physically and mentally exhausted.

Sigurdriff was drinking a milkshake and chatting with the waiter. Lynch was too tall, so he got up and walked around uncomfortably. When he saw the classical folk guitar on the table, his hands were itchy, and he played it casually.

~
"Wow! Big man, can you play the guitar?" The young man with round glasses said to him with a smile.

"Only a little."

The singer who went to the bathroom returns, and people slam the tables:

"Come on! Come on!"

"Then... show your ugliness."

Lynch picked up the guitar and sat on the bar stool, Sigurd Lifa looked on proudly.

"How about "SpongeBob SquarePants?" the waiter joked, and everyone was delighted from ear to ear.

The cloaked Chilean urged him with hot, expectant eyes,

These people are villagers, guerrillas, and wanted dangerous elements, but for some reason, they have an inexplicable affection for this group of strangers.

Marcus Lynch is enjoying the warmth of being surrounded by brothers and sisters,
Just like the Spartan company back then, countless nights of eating and sleeping in the open, the soldiers used musical notes to encourage them to survive the bloody war years:

"Sing a song, written by my old comrade-in-arms, Oleg Stepchenko, "траншейный брат" (Trench Brothers)"

Hearing the title of the song, Qi Guwale opened his one eye, and the ashes from his cigar fell on his boots:
Rough fingers sweep the strings:
"

we are,
The gang that does the dirty work,
Thanksgiving is not a holiday,

No rest on weekends,

Water is boiled in flasks, fire is born in bunkers,
The executioner goes to his console,

Starship bombardment, death from the sky,
The Buddha raised his power sword to slay demons,

Odin ordered more bullets for us,
found in the warehouse,
Jehovah's Potassium Cyanide

The three things the world desires most,
arms,

widow's tears,
Funeral punk band.

Command issued an order,
Raid 421 Heights tonight,

Bros,
good luck.

"

(Adapted from the song of soldiers on the front lines of the Russian-Ukrainian War.)
(End of this chapter)