death of hope

Chapter 331 "Corporate Warrior" (246) Caught off guard

"Mr. Qi Gewale, I want to know, what is your organization fighting for?"

"Ok?"

Lynch felt that he was very close to the truth, and his voice became indistinct due to trembling: "What kind of organization is the... Pandora Colonial Commune established by my father?"

"Sorry, no comment."

"why!?"

I was full of expectations, but the result was that I bumped my head against the concrete wall. How can I not be anxious,
Lynch's eyes widened, and he snorted hotly like a bull: "Why didn't you tell me? You just called my father 'comrade'."

"Mr. Marcus Lynch, obviously, you still don't understand the true weight of the word Davarish (comrade) and the price that needs to be paid behind it."

"I am the eldest son of Patricia Lynch, don't I have the right to know the truth about my father's career?"

"Hey... I want to save you some face, so I have to say it clearly... Really..."

Qi Guwale exhaled smoke, pinched the cigar with his fingers and put it in the groove of the ashtray, bowed his head and said:
"You are Patricia's son. You can tell it's true just by looking at your body shape. You have inherited his DNA, but not his thought. Otherwise, we would have been on the same front long ago."

"Father...he didn't talk about it with his family at all, what he did outside." Lynch said with some resentment: "Ask him, just say he went drinking."

"Because Mr. Patricia... loves you! The less you know, the safer you are. He wants to protect his family from getting involved. He is a good man who takes care of his family.

Therefore, Mr. Marcus Lynch, our organization is not a feudal hereditary system, and you are not 'one of your own'. You have not been approved by your comrades, so how can you disclose the secrets of the organization to you. "

"You don't trust me at all!"

"It doesn't sound good, but you can understand it that way."

"Damn!"

Lynch clenched his fists angrily and slammed down the table: "We are all veterans of the Terra Federation, and you still said you like my songs, why did you turn your face and deny people in a blink of an eye?!"

"If my people knew that I had leaked the secrets of the organization to a 'company dog,' the comrades would have erected a gallows and hanged me alive on the door beam."

"What do you mean? Oh... I see..."

Like a deflated ball, Lynch sat down and leaned on the back of the chair: "You all know that I was rehired after retiring from the army to work for the McMillan Group."

"The members of the international commune of the proletariat and the corporate fighters of the capitalists are deadly enemies, bloody enemies.

Personally, I am willing to trust you. You are a hero of the Federation and the son of an old comrade, but everyone will regard this as a betrayal. The iron law of the organization cannot reveal our beliefs to outsiders.

Lynch was extremely lost: "Corporate warriors... are so unpopular."

"I'm sure you're not like your peers, Mr. Lynch, but . . . hey!"

Qi Guwale sighed and said: "Even if you have a clear conscience, you can't cover up the tens of thousands of heinous crimes committed by your colleagues. Everyone in the guerrillas has blood feuds with corporate fighters.
The Chilean guerrilla girl just now lost her fiancé, and a corporate fighter from an energy company shot him dead. Our gathering this time is to commemorate comrades and boost morale. "

"I'm sorry to hear this, but my contract is expiring soon and I am no longer a corporate warrior."

"Oh? Then what are your plans for the future?" Qi Gewale's one-eyed stared blankly at the other party, full of expectation.

"I never spend extravagantly. I have quite a bit of savings. My lover is waiting for me. I plan to settle down in a colony with a good environment and live a stable life."

"You just blocked it with your own hands and became the last possibility for our comrades." Qi Gewale shook his head in disappointment and said:
"We in the International Commune are all fighters. Soldiers who regard death as home will not have the opportunity to live a stable life, and love will end in tragedy. This is obviously not in line with your future plans. Leave, Captain, just pretend that you have never met each other. .”

After finishing speaking, Qi Gewale got up and prepared to leave.

(Damn it! He must know something! If it doesn’t work, he will be kidnapped for interrogation! But father... Father, he must not allow me to treat his comrades like this... What should I do!)
"Wait!" Lynch changed the way he asked the question: "I don't ask about the commune any more, I just want to know what conspiracy was behind the mine accident, the truth about the destruction of Pandora, and why the blind beast suddenly appeared Already!"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"Please! If I don't figure this out, I'll be haunted by nightmares for the rest of my life!"

The fingertips of Qi Guwale's hand had already touched the doorknob. Hearing Lynch's pleading, his heart softened a lot. He knew how much determination it took for such a tough man to put down his face to beg for help. OK.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard gunfire outside.

"Bang bang! Da da da da!"

A bullet penetrated the wooden door and hit Qi Guwale on the shoulder. With a muffled grunt, he lay down and rolled behind the iron cabinet, dodging the next series of bullets, covered the wound with his left hand, and drew out the pistol with his right.

Spanish came from outside the door, and it was Chilean guerrillas shouting: "They are equipped with large-caliber heavy machine guns! The bar is surrounded!"

"Vanessa is dead! Her head is blown! There are snipers, get down!"

"Where's the boss? Is he still alive?"

"I'm fine!" Qi Gewale resisted the severe pain from his shoulder wound, and was about to get up and go out desperately, when a huge figure stepped over him.

"Hey! You don't want to die, big man!"

The other party ignored it at all, the gunshots outside were deafening, and there were rumbling explosions,

"Special! Fighting!"

Qi Guwale struggled to get up, saw chips flying in the hall, broken glass all over the floor, bullets whizzed past him, and he could not find where the enemy was. The surviving guerrillas hid in the refrigerator or After the jukebox, beat outside.

He saw Marcus Lynch deftly half-crawling along the corner of the wall, taking a screwdriver from an overturned toolbox.

"Crash!" The floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered, and a militant wearing a full-face helmet and heavy body armor stepped in with one leg.

He smashed the remaining shards of glass with a hammer, dropped the hammer and picked up the shotgun, and shot down the guerrilla ambushing behind the refrigerator, blasting a blood hole the size of a bowl in his chest.

"No! Neo!"

The guerrillas hiding under the pool table roared and rushed out to avenge their comrades,

The 9MM Parabellum pistol hits the opponent's helmet and bulletproof armor, which cannot penetrate at all.
The guerrillas picked up the pool cue wheel, and the pole broke. A 12-gauge shot blasted off half of his head, and the brains splashed on the health and quarantine certificate of the bar.

"Fucking bastard! Pay my buddy back!" Qi Gewale completely forgot about the gunshot wound on his shoulder, and angrily pulled the trigger continuously to empty the magazine.

The .1911 caliber bullet fired by the M45 automatic pistol is much stronger than the 9MM pistol bullet, at least it left a deep bullet mark on the opponent's bulletproof helmet.

(Goodbye...comrades...)
Chi Guwale threw away the pistol, picked up the wine bottle and rushed over fearlessly. Just when he was about to die under the shotgun,
Marcus Lynch sneaked to the French window, grabbed the military boots with two big hands like iron pincers and dragged him down,
The militant was well-trained, quickly put down the shotgun, touched the dagger with his left hand, and touched the pistol with his right,

Without giving him any chance, Lynch skillfully pried off the hinge screws on the side of the bulletproof helmet with the flathead screwdriver he had just picked up, and removed the mask.

The face was unprotected, and the head of the screwdriver pierced directly into the eye socket, blinding the eyeball, and then a burst of stirring destroyed the brain tissue.

(End of this chapter)