death of hope

Chapter 330 "Enterprise Warrior" (245) Comrades

It was late at night, and the waiter turned off the LED ceiling lamp, leaving the old fluorescent tube flickering on and off,

The bartender was humming a little song to wash a large pile of cups and saucers, and the boy dragged a wooden mop and ran back and forth to wipe the floor with great effort. The drunk individual customers left one after another, and the bar was about to close.

"Come on, let's talk in the back room." The one-eyed bearded man said to Lynch, "Brother, can you let your female assistant stay outside for a while, and I'll treat her to supper."

"Very happy."

Sigdelifah licked her lips and replied. She watched several guerrillas get up almost at the same time and wanted to follow Lynch into the private room. She frowned slightly and called them in Spanish:
"Hey, hey, that's not fair. If you don't let me in, why do your people follow in?"

One of them said to her politely: "Disfrute de la comida aquí, seora.
(you just have to eat here, ma'am)"

"Don't try to prevaricate, you think I don't understand the rules?" Sigurdriffa refused to give in at all: "If you want to talk, talk in a proper manner, let your boss go in and talk."

The short guerrilla lifted up his cloak, showed her the revolver and bullet belt slanted across his chest, and said in a half-joking, menacing tone:
"No te entrometas, seora."

(Please don't mind your own business, miss.)
"Oh? It's amazing to have a broken gun, right? Just wait, I'll show you a big baby!"

The guerrillas looked at this woman dressed as a country girl in surprise, and watched her remove the tape from under the table and take out a brand new submachine gun with an extended magazine, and the red dot of the laser aiming was floating on them.

"Gentlemen, I have fully automatic firepower, and I advise you again, don't follow up, let them talk one-on-one."

The guerrillas stared at the black muzzle of the gun, the slender fingers resting on the trigger, and those beautiful silver-gray eyes, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"There's nothing wrong with what people say, follow the rules, and don't act rashly."

After saying this, the one-eyed dragon with a big beard led Lynch into the private room, closed the door and said, "What a powerful girl, all of my subordinates are brave, yet they are all frightened by her."

"Mr. Qi Gewale, it's your people who broke the rules and agreed to talk alone. If you insist on following in, don't you piss her off."

"They are also worried about me. There are wanted notices posted everywhere. Many company dogs, mercenaries, street gangsters, and bounty hunters want to cut off my head for money.
But the two of you who suddenly appeared in this block are very suspicious. That woman's dagger and submachine gun are high-quality goods, which are obviously not available to ordinary people. "

"If you really want to kill you, we are not the only ones here."

"Okay, big man, let's trust you for now, your song has moved me."

The one-eyed dragon sat across from Lynch, with his elbows resting on the table. Under the dim light, he could clearly see the lit cigar, as well as the light blue one-eyed:

"Let me introduce formally, my name is Qi Guwale,

The mainstream media has called me utopian, hippie, rioter, one-eyed man, bearded lover, smoker... and to be honest, that last nickname is my favorite. "

"Indeed, you're dying of lung cancer before the bounty hunter cuts off your head with one cigar in your mouth."

"Hahahaha! Good man, how can you hang around in the Tao without smoking or drinking! It's time for you to introduce yourself."

"I told you when we met, Marcus Lynch."

"I've noticed since you stepped into the bar,

You can put on makeup and use concealer to cover the scars on your face, but your height and muscles cannot be hidden, and your military temperament cannot be concealed. You are still observing the discipline of the army, walking with your head held high, and sitting Sit up straight. "

"Discipline is combat effectiveness, and it is the soul of the Federation Legion."

"That's right! I'm training those Chilean guerrillas to abide by discipline, but these old irons are used to being free and easy, always disobedient and causing trouble... Haha...the headache is dead!
I know your identity, Captain Marcus Lynch, legendary Spartan captain, please accept my handshake as a war-torn veteran of Terra. "

The two shook hands like old comrades who hadn't seen each other for many years. Both of them felt the calluses on each other's palms, indicating that they were still fighting and had never enjoyed a peaceful and peaceful life.

"The war heroes of the Federation certainly did not come to this poor and dirty neighborhood to drink."

"I'm investigating something, something very important to me." Letting go, Lynch went straight in: "Ask someone, Patricia Lynch."

"He's dead." Cyclops said lightly.

"You know him!" Lynch burst into ecstasy and stood up: "Please tell me everything about him! Thank you so much!"

"You stood up all of a sudden...you scared me...you thought you were going to hit me...why are you so excited..."

"How can it be possible not to be excited? There has been no progress for a long time... If I can't investigate this matter clearly, my heart disease will not be cured!"

"Please sit down, Lynch...what an unknown surname. Judging from her age, Patricia Lynch...is your...father...right?"

Marcus Lynch didn't speak, just nodded vigorously.

"As expected... I thought that no one cared about that matter long ago. You are the prince in the opera "Hamlet", and your mind is full of flames of revenge."

"It's more confusion than revenge. I suspect that the mine accident was a conspiracy!"

"Haha! Conspiracy! When I published an article in the tabloids and raged against the authorities, people called me a conspiracy theory spreader. People only believed in the false stuff promoted by the mainstream media, so I took a gun and physically Expose the conspiracy."

"What is the truth about the mine accident? I can't eat well because of this nightmare all day long."

"Oh? You were told...your father...Patricia...died in...a mine disaster?"

"Geological experts and paleontological experts consulted. They said that the cobalt mine in Pandora was dug too deep, which awakened the blind beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years. Both drilling teams were gnawed into skeletons by this monster."

"To be honest, I've never been to Pandora, never been to the mines there, and I've never seen any blind beasts."

"What?! Are you entertaining me!"

"Hey, big guy, you look like you want to eat people, I haven't finished talking yet."

"You have never been to Pandora! How could you know him!"

"You're really impatient, you kid didn't inherit your father's patience at all,
Patricia Lynch, founder of the Pandora Colonial Commune, and I was leading a fruit farmers strike in Cuba,
We have never met, and only exchanged experience through secret letters. Mr. Patricia is ten years older than me.

Comrades. "

(End of this chapter)