death of hope

Chapter 416 "Corporate Warrior" (327)

When the defensive firepower of the space station is destroyed, the gang battle begins.

The TP3 heavy hammer torpedo blasted big holes on the deck of the space station, followed by the airdrop pod smashed into the internal structure, and the moment the airdrop pod’s cover automatically popped open, the brutal street fighting began.

Maximilian's order was to keep no prisoners, and his hatred for the betrayer made him have no mercy.

The guards of the space station are also very aware that their death is approaching. Two months ago, they made up their minds to follow Ms. Olga and killed colleagues who were loyal to the CEO, including Dr. Princeton, an adviser whom Maximilian relied heavily on.
They are burdened with blood debts and do not expect to be forgiven at all.

I am willing to bet and lose. Now that Olga is dead, the courtier who lost the monarch stands alone like a dead fir tree. Instead of surrendering and being tortured, it is better to be determined to resist to the end.

Marcus Lynch quickly discovered the other's determination and desperation.

The rebels used heavy machine guns and proximity mines to block the main passage, not to win, but to try to survive a few more minutes in this cruel world.

As the first batch of elites who jumped to the gang, the Alpha team, as a fist force, naturally took on the heavy responsibility of breaking through. His capable generals have already been prepared, and what awaits the rebels will be a ruthless trial.

Lodayev fired RPG300 hot-melt metal jet rockets and destroyed one machine gun position after another. Mehmadi set up the electromagnetic sniper gun and called the retreating defenders one by one.
The drone released by Shaft removed the fuses of the landmines. Wang Hongye used the jet pack to quickly shuttle between different floors, constantly harassing the enemy's flanks. As for the new door-breaker Corporal Comanche, he seemed to have no sense of existence.

Captain Alpha himself plays the role of commando, and the heavy exoskeleton armor tailored for his strong body, coupled with the energy shield driven by psionic talent, makes Captain Marcus Lynch a humanoid tank.

He put the new rifle provided by the company in the landing pod. Compared with the laser or plasma rifle developed by alien technology, Lynch still chose the improved version of the standard weapon he used in service, the MK4 fully automatic assault rifle.

The traditional strength of the human military industry, traditional gunpowder kinetic energy weapons, for him, strong recoil has never been a problem,

The stable shooting brought by the precision mechanical mechanism is what he relies on most, and the quick-change magazine is much safer than the fuel cell that may explode at any time.

The grenade launcher and chainsaw bayonet hanging under the muzzle are also classic accessories that have gone through the test of war.

The rebels were all shocked by this indestructible humanoid tank, and the temporary positions could only be run over. Blood relatives took revenge, and the anger that was suppressed and accumulated every day was released at this moment.

No matter the equipment, the number of people, or the quality of personnel, they all have huge advantages.

The Alpha team quickly entered the core area of ​​the space station and fought hand-to-hand with the rebels in a small space. The thin and nimble Wang Hongye got into the ventilation duct and shot and killed the rebel general, Earl Duckmoore.

The game is over, there is only garbage time left, and the miserable howling of the traitors before they die.

"Too strong..." a mercenary sighed.

The follow-up troops had no chance to exchange fire at all. They only heard distant gunshots, saw corpses everywhere, bombed door frames and passages, and they began to secretly rejoice that the Alpha team was on their side.

"Huchi... Huchi... What the hell... These guys are still human... They are simply a bunch of big animals! Wait for me!"

The Comanche corporal was panting heavily. He could no longer keep up with his teammates' rushing speed, and felt like a burden.
Before that, whether it was fighting in school, hanging out on the street, being a bounty hunter, or being a mercenary, with his strength, he could get along well. With his strong body, flexible mind, ruthless style, and drive He kept climbing up.

Originally, I wanted to show off to the company's executives, but I didn't want to know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Now I just realized why the Alpha team is recognized by the industry as the ceiling of corporate fighters.

(No wonder this group of people rejected Lao Tzu... I heard that the goal-breaker was a ruthless character in the past, and he is the strongest in this team except for the captain. What a pity that he became a fool instead of wanting to show off...)
When Comanche ran to the rebel command room panting heavily, he found that the place was already full of corpses, and his teammates were already cleaning up the battlefield and removing explosives.

Grenadier Lodayev glared at him and said angrily:

"Hey! Kid, where did you just go?"

"Help you break the back, cover..."

Comanche's words sounded like a mosquito, which was completely a sign of guilt and lack of confidence.

"Hey! Break the queen? Is there any mistake, you are the goalkeeper, you want to rush to the front!" Wang Hongye scolded.

"I've tried my best, what else can I do?"

The sniper Mehmadi persuaded: "Forget it, forget it, the big brother Comanche has not yet integrated into our style of play, give him some time, it will be fine."

"Thanks, Beard."

"Don't take it to heart, Mr. Comanche, the big guys have no ill intentions towards you, they just miss their old friends, and they can't get over this hurdle in their hearts."

"Hmph...Major Ron must be a fool, he sent a bastard to slow him down..." Shaft complained in a low voice, "I really miss Sig..."

Comanche cared more about the captain's opinion than other teammates' gossip, and walked straight over. What he saw made him shudder,

Marcus Lynch was cleaning up the minced meat and flesh and bones from the chainsaw bayonet, with a natural technique as if picking his teeth, and his cold eyes were like a steppen wolf.

"I'm sorry, captain, I didn't keep up with the team, and this situation won't happen next time."

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to charge, just protect yourself, Corporal." Lynch said coldly, and then led everyone away.

"Damn big man... just a rich man's bulldog, what's the matter with cow beer..."

Comanche punched the wall impotently and furiously, his face twisted in pain,

He interpreted Lynch's cold words as contempt for himself. The road to prosperity hit a wall, and he was like a hyena mixed with a lion.
(What the hell, now it seems that it's better to just stay put. As the captain of an ordinary team, although the salary is low, there is no room for improvement, at least not angry!)
In the following month, Comanche followed the Alpha team to three battlefields in a row, and the coalition formed by the two companies was invincible.

The remnants of Olga's party were basically wiped out, and the rebel forces of the McMillan Group could no longer make any waves. The situation at Sakura Co., Ltd. was a little more complicated.

The status of the former family heir made Matsushita Lai Sheng powerful, and his ties with the Green Party were closer. He received a lot of support, and the difficulty of conquest increased exponentially.

During these days, the relationship between Comanche and his teammates has not changed. This is not unrelated to his poor performance in the task. In fact, he has worked hard enough, but he still can't keep up with the rhythm of the team.
If you are the leader in an ordinary team, you can only be reduced to the tail of the crane when you come to a top team.

The members of the Alpha Squad are thinking about the former goalkeeper, and no one wants to eat with the Comanche except the enthusiastic bearded sniper.
Captain Lynch didn't speak ill of himself to his superiors, and he didn't seem to care about having a bastard. However, Comanche didn't appreciate it. With his damaged self-esteem, he felt underestimated, and began to play badly on purpose.

The big, ugly guy was on antidepressants all day, talking weird things to himself, repeating three names over and over again.

A mental patient suffering from PTSD is far more respected than himself. This completely broke Comanche's defenses. What made him even more unacceptable was the overly aggressive tactics of the Alpha team. In the front, life is simply too long.

The purpose of going out to hang out is to make money. Comanche's goal is to achieve a class leap. He doesn't want to go to the grave at a young age.
Several times, I wanted to submit my resignation letter, saying that I couldn't adapt to the intensity of the work, but I couldn't bear this face. Many people were waiting to see his jokes.

Coupled with the generous treatment of the fighters of the ace enterprise, even if they are rejected and despised, they still stay with the cheek.

(End of this chapter)