death of hope

Chapter 393 "Corporate Warrior" (304) The Collapsed Middle-Aged Man

Neighbors always say that Mr. Lynch, a new immigrant at 148 St. Catherine Avenue,
He is the happiest man in the world. Every time he goes home, he is greeted by a supermodel-level beauty with a smile on his face.
However, this happiness came to an abrupt end today. As soon as he entered the door, it was not the beautiful wife who greeted Lynch at the entrance,

It was a corpse in a suit that looked like a salesman.

Every step that followed, I was tortured, as if I was worried about stepping on a landmine, and I was afraid that I would see the dead body of my family in the next second.
Lynch, who never believed in God, also began to pray silently.

"God, have mercy on this family..."

In the living room, seeing the killed ninja, a truck crashed into the wall, and the floor was covered with broken glass and broken bricks.

The police officers were taking photos to collect evidence. The baby carriage was smashed and deformed. Lynch looked inside tremblingly, his heart beating wildly.
Luckily, daughter Sarah wasn't in there,
"Huh..." He let out a sigh of relief.

The smashed TV was buzzing with electricity, the samurai sword was hacked until its curly blade was bent, the solid wood handicraft cabinet collapsed as a whole, and the solid floor tiles were smashed to pieces. Obviously, a fierce battle broke out in the living room.

Cursing secretly in my heart:

(He even attacked pregnant women and children...inhuman bastards!)

A few days ago, when Lynch was cleaning up the cabinet, he accidentally found a hospital test report. His wife was six weeks pregnant. It turned out that she had been vomiting a while ago, not because she had eaten badly.

It has only been more than nine months since the birth of daughter Sarah. The community doctor must have severely criticized his wife, no matter how strong she is, she should not be so reckless.

Put together with the test report, there is also an incense greeting card, which reads:

"Happy birthday, honey, I have a surprise for you, I am pregnant with my third child."

Lynch doesn't talk much, but that doesn't mean he has a low EQ. Of course, he won't spoil his wife's happiness. Although he is already happy, he still pretends not to know, and wait until his birthday to pretend to be surprised and ecstatic.

He still clearly remembers that on the day Franz was born, he dragged the nurses to dance tango in the corridor of the hospital, laughing like a fool, and the inheritance of DNA is a biological instinct. Only then did he understand that the joy of being a parent is unparalleled.

When his daughter Sarah was born, this joy did not diminish. He was so happy that he could not sleep. When he saw the neighbors in the neighborhood, he said, "I have a daughter!" Double the tip.

When I go to the supermarket, I can't wait to take all the baby products home, and the pickup truck is almost full.

Now, sweet memories have turned into painful swords, piercing his heart.

How happy it is to get, how painful it is to lose,

I have experienced too many partings in life and death in this life. Relatives, comrades-in-arms, colleagues, iron boxes full of soldiers' dog tags, and the fragile line of defense can't help tossing.

(Fortunately, only the ninja's corpses...they're all right...must be...) He comforted himself so much, deceived himself.

Lynch bent down and flipped the plush piggy puppet on the ground,
It is a toy that his son Franz likes, a rose red hairpin that his wife often wears, and a plastic pacifier that his daughter Sara loves most.

Fear tormented him, Marcus Lynch felt his head was about to explode, and shouted:
"Honey! Where are you, Franz! Did you hear papa?"

no one answered,

There was only an unsettling, deathly silence.

The police officers who checked the scene learned that he was the owner of the house, and gave way one after another, looking at him with pity.
Marcus Lynch found a bloody footprint and recognized it as the pattern on the sole of his wife's slippers:

(Oh! She ran away! That's amazing! It's my wife! I hope it's not her blood...)
The bloody footprints stretched from the back door all the way to the depths of the grove in the yard,

A short distance of tens of meters is like a journey of thousands of miles to him.
I have seen countless deaths in my life, but I can't be indifferent to this kind of thing,
Especially when I think of what may appear at any time, the wife, son, daughter,

The lifeless and cold corpse is completely impossible to face.

(Alive...must be alive, Sig is the strongest fighter I've ever seen, she will protect the children... crush the bones of those ninjas...)
A large group of police officers followed Lynch silently, and no one could bear to stop the heartbroken father.

Looking in the direction of the bloody footprints, Lynch suddenly realized something. The couple had a tacit understanding, and he guessed what his wife was thinking at that time.

(A chainsaw?! She's here looking for a chainsaw! Great idea!)

After trotting all the way to the gardener's warehouse, a doctor in protective clothing was carrying a stretcher. Lynch saw several body bags.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over, swallowed, walked over and unzipped the zipper, saw the pale face of the dead policeman, and heaved a sigh of relief:
"Sorry……"

Lynch apologized and zipped up the body bag.

The warehouse door was wide open, no one was inside,
The corpses of police officers were lying on the ground, as well as the blood and electronic parts left by the cyber ninja explosion.

Lynch had experienced battles in the fishing club. He knew how crazy these reformers would do, and he was even more uncertain.

A Nodachi pierced through the stomachs of three policemen as if piercing candied haws. These brave young men have already died in the line of duty.

It has been a long time since there was a homicide in the Colony of Signus [-], and the forensic doctors on the scene had never seen such a tragic situation, and they were all stunned and at a loss.

It is unimaginable how tragic the battle was at that time.

Even police officers equipped with thermal weapons are still too reluctant to face cyber ninjas in close combat.

"My dear! Where are you? Little Franz! Sarah!"

No one answered him, Lynch felt a little silly,

Sarah was still a baby, how could she answer herself, but now he was numb, so he repeated the call several times, all in vain.

Lynch asked the doctor: "Did you find a tall housewife with a three-year-old boy and a baby at the scene?"

The other party replied: "No, sir, there are only the dead bodies of terrorists and police officers. Oh, yes! There is a seriously injured civilian over there. He is an old man. You can go and have a look."

"Thank you!"

Lynch quickly ran over following the doctor's gestures, and found that the civilian mentioned by the doctor was lying on the grass, a bloated old woman.

The three shurikens pierced the old woman's back deeply, and a pool of blood spread out.
That exaggerated hairstyle and short and fat figure are all too familiar. She is the neighbor's aunt who often visits the house.

"Mrs. Joel! Wake up! Doctor, how is she? Why don't you give first aid?"

The doctor shook his head: "Organs are failing, it's hopeless, we don't even dare to move the injured, as it will kill her immediately."

Lynch squatted in front of the old woman:
"Mrs. Joel! Can you hear me? Have you seen my wife and children?!"

The old woman breathed weakly and spoke like a mosquito:

"Your eldest and second son... was snatched away by the man in black. I promised your wife... Unfortunately, I couldn't do it... I'm sorry... Mr. Lynch, I am so useless..."

"Mrs. Joel!"

"She's dead."

The doctor shone a flashlight on the dilated pupils and shook his head:

"Come here, put it in a body bag."

"My eldest and second...was taken away?! Franz! Sarah! Sig! Where are you!?"

In desperation, Marcus Lynch found a group of forensic doctors squatting around to take pictures not far away, so he hurried over to check.

"Hey! Sir! Please stay away from the scene! Who put this man in?"

Lynch pointed to the stump on the ground in horror:
"Her hands! And arms! No! No! God!"

"Who is this person? Take him away quickly, don't affect our work."

Lynch pushed the forensic doctor away, stumbled, almost fainted,
There was a pool of scorched human-shaped marks on the ground, traces left by the burning of clothing, flesh and fat, he discovered in despair,
Scattered on the ground were half-burned blond long hair and blackened metal buttons from the apron his wife often wore.

The poor little hope was ruthlessly extinguished by reality.

I just feel my blood pressure soaring and the world spinning...

(Impossible! She is the strongest! How could she lose!)

The police officers who followed all the way took off their big shell caps one after another, and looked at the desperate middle-aged man with pitiful eyes.
They both have wives and kids and know how hard it is.

"Forensic friends, what's the progress of the investigation?"

"With no clue, for some unknown reason, the terrorists took away the burnt victims." A forensic doctor took off his mask and said:
"Judging from the traces left behind, the victim suffered severe burns all over his body, and his internal organs were exposed. It is definitely hopeless."

"Nonsense! She's not dead!"

Marcus Lynch thumped the ground violently and howled, "Sig! Franz! Sarah!"

The forensic doctor was startled: "What's wrong with this guy? Crazy?"

"It's the owner of the house. It seems that his wife was burned, and the child was also kidnapped."

"Oh, go to hell, I really... I hate this kind of thing the most, it's too uncomfortable."

An old police officer wearing a cloak came over and chatted with the police officers who followed along the way:
"The Chief is going to ask him a few questions. There is evidence that he came from another crime scene, the Old John Fishing Club."

"Of course, bring him back to the bureau, but please be gentle and don't irritate him."

"You know, the city is in chaos, everyone is scared, and they are rushing to buy instant noodles and drinking water."

"Those ninjas popped up all of a sudden, started killing, and then disappeared suddenly, just like the ninjutsu in the fucking comics, it's too outrageous."

"What's going on? It's confusing."

"The director said that this is not like robbery, but more like seeking revenge. The mayor thinks this is a terrorist attack. The federal army is entering the city, let's see what they say."

"Inhuman bastards, a good home... just ruined like this... Who do you think did it?"

"I don't know, we lost more than 20 brothers, and the murderer ran away with the hostages tied up. The reformed man with the wild sword...is really amazing."

"That guy singled out the police force of one of our precincts. That's why the mayor asked the army for help."

"Prosthetic transformation, plus the monsters created by genetic modification, what on earth are they planning to turn our Xanadu upside down? Damn it! These beasts!"

"Let's go, brothers of the second branch, the bureau is urging us again, take Mr. Lynch to the car, and the chief will interrogate him in person."

(End of this chapter)