death of hope

Chapter 394 "Corporate Warrior" (305) Disappointed
curfew,

Non-professionals are not allowed to go out.

The citizens of New Cambushville have had sleepless nights.

The morning mist lifts,
The piercing air defense siren finally subsided, and the orange alert was downgraded to white.

After a whole night of fear, there were no new attacks,
Some bold townspeople go out to check,
They were surprised to find that gunship helicopters roared overhead,

Tanks and infantry fighting vehicles have spread all over the streets, heavily armed federal soldiers are on duty, and the troops of the three reinforced brigades are scattered at various traffic intersections.

The K9 special police with police dogs knocked on doors and searched for suspicious elements, and the bomb disposal team rummaged through every trash can in the urban area, looking for explosives.

The ninja in black just disappeared like this, as if performing ninjutsu in comics,

Is it over?

no one knows,

The destruction of a happy family does not seem to be the end,
12 hours after the incident,
No one feels safe.

A killer whose whereabouts are uncertain is more terrifying than the one standing in front of him, and the unknown fear is spreading.

·
seven o'clock in the morning

A record is born,

Ratings for New Cambushville 1 hit a record high, doubling what it was when Got Talent aired.

The citizens who stayed up late gathered in front of the TV to watch the morning news,
It is completely different from the relaxed and cheerful program atmosphere before,

The host is reciting the official statistical results with a serious face:

29 police officers died in the line of duty,
36 citizens died,
3 people are missing.

No living criminals were arrested, and checkpoints entering and leaving the city found nothing.

All clues point to the new immigrant family at 148 Catherine Street, which is the target of the ninja attack.

The male owner survived and was detained by the police.
The hostess is considered to be dead with a high probability, and the body mysteriously disappeared.

A 3-year-old boy and a baby girl less than one year old are missing, with little hope of survival.

The news created such a sensation that people couldn't believe it was true.

Signus V is the colony with the best security in the Federation of Terra, bar none,

New Cambushville is paradise on earth, a world away.

In normal times, it would be a new thing for a house to be a thief, to lose something, or to be scammed by a telecommunications company. Robbery and murder cases are rare in ten years.

The short video of the blood flowing into the river and the heart and brain was shot on the spot has been frantically forwarded on social platforms.

Good houses have become slaughterhouses, and smashed baby carriages indicate that children are not safe either.

The citizens were terrified, and many hid in the basement, fearing that bad luck would befall them.

The great bronze bell of the sanctuary was rung, and the clergy gathered to pray for the missing child.

·
At noon, panic continued to ferment.

The three big guys must show up,
The mayor of New Cambushville, the police chief, and the commander-in-chief of the local federal garrison jointly held a press conference,

The citizens stared at the TV screen in disappointment, all of which were unnutritious official phrases,

Announcing the establishment of a special investigation team, the state of white alert will continue for three days. During this period, federal troops will camp in the urban area. Citizens are sorry for the inconvenience caused.

Media reporters are all asking about the progress of the investigation, but only get vague answers.
Last night's interrogation turned up nothing, and the victim knew nothing of the identity of his attacker.

The press conference ended hastily amid reporters' questioning, tired officials yawned and left the venue, the TV broadcast stopped abruptly and turned into an advertisement for washing powder.

·
in the afternoon,

Outside a hotel room in Bushville, New Campus,

Old Sergeant Duncan is knocking on the door:
"Good neighbour, get something to eat, we got fish and chips and it's still warm."

A hoarse voice came from the door:
"I have no appetite, Mr Duncan, sorry."

The old police officer sighed, handed the food to the little policeman standing guard at the door, and left.

·
The room was dark with curtains,
The strong man is shirtless, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, dazed.

"

Who is the scarred man in the mirror?

Is it a corporate soldier, the captain of a Spartan company, an unrewarded football student, or a fishing enthusiast?
That was an unqualified father, a loser who failed to protect his wife and children.

I, Marcus Lynch

There is a warm home, a beautiful wife, a lovely son and daughter.

But now someone has taken it all away,
I have made many enemies in my life,

Rebel generals, pirate captains, corrupt politicians, and even alien forces,

Who is it?

what should I do?
The family must be rescued,

Can I do it by myself?

By the way, I still have friends,

Trustworthy friend.

The old sheriff knocked on the door again,

He's a nice guy and brought me food.

But my stomach is already filled with sorrow and hatred, I have no appetite at all...

Head hurts……

PTSD committed…

Normally, my wife would quickly unscrew the medicine bottle, connect the hot water and bring it over.

But no one does it for me now,
is she dead

No... oh my god, my head is going to split,
Am I going crazy?
I must wake up and wash my face with cold water,
By the way, the cheek meat was cut with a blade, it hurts...

Pain is right, it makes me feel that I am still alive.

Wait... who is the ugly guy in the mirror?
dizziness, nausea...

Psionic backlash...

Damn... where's my antidepressant drug...?
·
The water pipe was turned on, and the cold water was rushing,

Man standing in front of the mirror, tortured by mental illness.

·
Finally, he found the medicine bottle in the pocket of his shorts,

It was a kind community doctor, and Mr. Duerman brought it to him. He is also a veteran and knows that PTSD patients cannot do without medicine.

Trembling, Lynch unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured out three small black pills, stuffed them into his mouth, took the cold tap water from the hotel's teeth-brushing cup, and gulped it down.

After about a quarter of an hour, the figure in the mirror became clear:
"

How long have I been standing here?My legs are a little numb...

Why is your cheek bleeding?Was it cut by a ninja?

By the way... I cut myself with a blade...

"

Gradually waking up, Marcus Lynch turned off the tap,

Staggering out of the bathroom like a drunk,

I finally remembered,
This is a single room in the hotel.

Instead of locking Lynch in a cage at the detention center, they arranged a single room with a separate bathroom in a hotel near the police station and put him under house arrest.

Sleepless all night, refusing breakfast and lunch,

The TV was on, and I watched the morning news and the playback video of the noon press conference.

The content made him quite disappointed, and there was no news of his wife and children.

He was not a suspect, but he was imprisoned as a victim, and he was naturally aggrieved. There was nothing he could do about it, after all, the mayor was in a state of distress, and it was impossible to let him out to run around.

Fortunately, the old police officer Duncan and others believed him, and did not take his communicator during the body search. This is all the word of mouth that Lynch has accumulated in his daily life. He is the superman in the neighbor's children.

Marcus Lynch has no shortage of connections, but in the current situation, contacting those big shots won't help.

He dialed the number of his most trusted person, the old company commander Johnny Blazer,
Didn't get through, but found Johnny's voicemail in the mailbox:
"Something's up, kid.

I don't know what's wrong with it,
Our Blackwater security company suddenly canceled the vacation, and all staff entered a state of combat readiness.

Enterprises that support the red and green parties are sending killers to attack each other. Some companies have internal strife, and corporate wars are on the verge of breaking out. This is obviously the rhythm of red and green politicians turning their faces.
The Terra Federation is about to change.

"

(End of this chapter)