death of hope

Chapter 353 "Corporate Warrior" (268) Deserters
The shiny neon billboard of "Dancing Alpaca" is deep in the alley,

Although it is still a little crude, it is already the most formal restaurant nearby.

There are no drug addicts, no street thugs, no beggars and prostitutes blocking the door, the restaurant owner must have something to do with the local Latin gang.

"My treat."

Lynch ordered ice-cold vodka for everyone, and he drank whiskey himself, while Sigdrifa was driving, clamoring for sweet soda, like a little girl who didn't grow up.

As the rapper mentioned earlier, Julio is a heavy drinker, and as soon as the waiter brought the wine, he drank it in twos and threes, stretching in relief.

"Huh... so refreshing, enjoyable! Recently, buddies are a little tight, and haven't had a drink for a while."

"Do you want a refill?" The waiter asked cautiously, afraid of Lynch's appearance.

"I need a refill, uh, wait..." Lynch was afraid that this guy drank too much alcohol and couldn't speak, so he added:

"Stop refilling his vodka, get a pint of craft stout, and the falafel tuna sandwich combo, bratwurst, chocolate hazelnut pudding, and chips, hurry up, my friend is hungry .”

Indeed, Julio had been hungry for two days, and his stomach was growling, but he didn't say it out of face.

A big hunk suddenly appeared and helped him pay back the money, and even treated the guests to drink and dinner.

"Thank you!" Julio held Lynch's big hand, his eyes were moist: "This buddy is handed over! We will ask for help later!"

"Okay... I'm back..." Even Lynch recoiled from the bad breath of the alcoholic.

As soon as the food was served, Julio, who smelled the smell of meat, couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't care about his face at all, and the waiter was so scared that he backed away with the dry rice like a vicious dog. It seemed that he was very hungry. up.

"Miss Waiter." Lynch said, "Order another fried chicken, and Thai rice cake rice, by the way, a glass of hawthorn juice, I'm afraid this buddy will choke."

Seeing that the waitress girl was frightened, Lynchsay tipped her ten dollars, which is not a small amount in the slums.

"Thank you, boss! I'm going to rush the kitchen!" The waiter bounced away holding the banknotes, and the tips she usually received were 50 cents coins, which made her very happy.

The way Julio gobbled it up made BD laugh. Seeing his old friend in such a state of desperation, his 500 yuan would definitely not come back. He seemed stingy when he said it, so he simply chatted about other things to catch up:
"Hey! Look at your unlucky appearance. Don't say that I know you in the future. To be honest, have you been fired?"

"You're wrong, BD." Julio rubbed his greasy lips with his sleeve and said stubbornly, "I fired them."

"Haha, you bastard, you are as desperate for face as before, full of stinky farts, by the way, it's been a long time since we two saw each other."

"Five months, or six months?...Has it been half a year? I said BD... Are you giving me eye drops? Are you afraid that I will repay the debt? The last time we met, I went to Brooklyn to find When you borrowed money, don't worry, keep the IOU, and when the day comes, you will get a penny of your money."

"It's the day? The IOU has already expired! Fuck you, Julio, count it! Look at your unlucky virtue, don't be starved to death, don't be beaten to death by creditors, don't be killed by some fucking wild dogs Kill it, let's talk about something else!"

"Fuck you, black turtle, can you read something good?"

"You still dare to scold me? You Mexican bastard."

"I'm a fucking Ecuadorian, you muddy boy, black turtle!"

"It's all the same, you Latins are all bastards with mothers but no fathers."

"Okay, okay, don't scold me!" Lodayev said, "Hurry up and eat!"

The fried chicken and rice cakes ordered by Lynch came out. Julio's eyes lit up, and he tore off a big chicken leg, enjoying the grease filling his mouth. Some days ago, he could only look for leftovers in the trash can to satisfy his hunger.

"I said BD, this big brother...is he the boss of the record company you signed with?"

"Huh? Have you ever seen someone from a record company look so ruthless? He's more than two meters tall?"

"Oh... oh! Big brother has taken a fancy to my talent, I'm a thief who plays the electric guitar."

"Come on, how dare you say that you are a musician like a saw blade?"

"If you don't try to reciprocate, then you have a good conscience.

"Wake up, pussy. They don't do charity. This big brother has something to ask you, and he came here through the introduction of Qi Guwale, understand."

"Geval..."

Hearing this name, Julio felt that the chicken leg in his hand was no longer fragrant, and he was stunned:

"God... How many years... Was it... sent by the organization?"

"Hahahaha! Look at your beating!" BD covered his stomach, patted the table and laughed:

"To be honest, I was also frightened at first. I thought the organization was going to liquidate our deserters, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. It's just a false alarm."

"If it's really here to kill us, then it's good, we're relieved."

Julio put down the chicken legs that he regarded as a treasure before, with an expression like a child who had gotten into trouble, and he no longer gobbled it up, and sat crookedly like a wilted potted plant in a daze:

"I've been tortured by guilt and have nightmares all the time. It's really boring to live like this. It's better to die early!"

"What the hell are you talking about! It's better to live than to die, do you understand! You don't want to live, I haven't played enough!" BD scolded.

Julio's eyes sharpened, and he looked at his old friend: "Did you forget, BD, we are deserters, cowards, and cowards."

"So what, at least we're still alive."

"We betrayed our comrades, threw down our guns and ran away. They thought we were going to rescue soldiers until they died, and stood firm to the end."

"Besides being a deserter, what else can we do?!" BD grabbed Julio's neck excitedly:
"Corporate fighters have the most weapons, even tanks and bazookas are coming! As for us, rifles and bayonets! There are also wooden-handled grenades in stock!
The thermobaric bomb exploded, and the sky was burning, as if shells from the whole world were falling on the commune’s position. My girlfriend back then, a South African girl, Vanessa, was blown into a blood gourd. has no meaning! "

"But we promised Qi Guwale to hold our ground, oath, fist to heart, we made an oath to our comrades."

"Oaths are like the wind, like a fucking dog fart! What's the point of dying! Fame, wealth and fortune belong to others, only life belongs to you!

Wake up, Julio, Qi Guwale and his gang are just a group of rock youths daydreaming. In the face of the power of capital, their dream is a big joke! "

"Have you forgotten, BD, it's not just them who have dreams, it's us."

"We used to be." The rapper corrected in a low voice, "Young, ignorant us." As he spoke, there was a hint of guilt on his face that could not be detected.

(End of this chapter)