death of hope

Chapter 435 "Corporate Warrior" (345) Qi Guwale

(What's going on? That doesn't sound like something he could say...)
Qi Guwale thought in shock

(The person's position...why did he suddenly change, he is the son of Comrade Patricia, the senior mentor...something is wrong...something must have happened.)
With doubts, he noticed Lynch's haggard appearance, not like a man in his prime, like a centenarian, his tired and deep eyes seemed to be filled with eternal sorrow:
"What... what happened to you? By the way, why didn't she come with you?"

No need to answer, eyes are enough to explain everything;
(The family is broken...)
Qi Gewale wanted to stand up, but failed because of his serious injuries, so he could only support his body with his arms, and sat on the ground anxiously:
"She... died?"

"Worse."

"Worse than death? What do you mean? Where's your child?"

"I will save my family with my own hands, but the premise is to get rid of you first, so that I can borrow enough strength to break in."

"What an idiot!!"

Qi Gewale cursed and smashed the floor: "Is your head full of stinky bastards! You are being used! Fool! Those entrepreneurs and politicians... use you as a weapon! You He was pinched to death!"

"I'm not a good husband, I'm not a good father, but I want to make up for that."

Marcus Lynch supported his forehead and said wearily: "It doesn't matter whether I was used or not, all the good things I have have been taken away, Qi, you can't understand that feeling, I... have no choice .”

"A suggestion, find a mirror and look at yourself! Son of Patricia, you are covered in the blood of innocent people! Tell me, who planned this operation."

Marcus Lynch looked out of the observation window of the control tower, a silver shuttle was descending through the clouds, a large group of corporate fighters were busy in the base square, removing the corpses, removing the destroyed vehicles, and clearing out A flat tarmac:
"The senator said that if you want to arrest you, a terrorist leader and a notorious wanted criminal, you will be alive or dead."

"Haha! Wanted criminal! Terrorist! What crime did I commit?"

Is it because of helping the workers and asking for the hard-earned money they deserve, or because of writing an article that exposed the financial fraud of the bankers, or making a video to expose the vote fraud of the federal congressmen! "

"Your commune is an illegal organization, your base is an illegal military fortress, your people hold weapons illegally,
They robbed a bank, kidnapped a banker's son, detonated a bomb on a luxury cruise liner, spit at the jury in the courtroom, and flouted federal laws. A hundred years of punishment. "

"If I am a heinous wanted criminal, please answer me, why don't the powerful federal agencies, COP, FBI, CIA, and the federal army, come to arrest me? It's because they fear that I have public support!.

Instead, they hired a group of corporate mercenaries to sneak attack the base area. They did not dare to send reporters to supervise the interviews in an open and aboveboard manner. Instead, they did it secretly and viciously. This is not a trial, but a complete lynching. What are they afraid of? "

"The senator has a clean résumé and is, at least on the surface, a good guy."

"You said it yourself, on the surface. Those guys who like to repeatedly emphasize and boast that they are law-abiding are often morally corrupt and commit all kinds of evil."

"The reality is like this. The Federation is decaying day by day, and the former honor has been eroded by capital. Qi, do you think that hiding in the barren mountains and old forests and gathering a group of illegal militants can change everything?"

"Your father has failed, and there is no hope for my generation, but the flames of the revolution will continue, and the youth of the commune are thriving all over the galaxy. I ask you, Marcus Lynch, how to evaluate the strength of this stronghold. defender?"

"Brave, tenacious, respectable fighters...but I had to step over their bodies."

"This group of guerrillas was cultivated by me. Most of them are workers and farmers, but not all of them are poor.
For example, Lieutenant Potemkin, a serious rich second generation, the son of a financial predator, a luxury car, and a beautiful woman, he only needs to move his fingers to quickly transfer money, and he can easily have the material comforts that ordinary people dream of.

However, Potemkin abandoned his identity as the heir of the family, handed over all this to his sister, and followed us to suffer in this mosquito-infested, plague-ridden green hell,

Many progressive young people who were persecuted and forced to flee came to the Greenhill base to seek asylum, defending their spiritual home to the death, accumulating strength, and helping more people in deep suffering. "

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant Potemkin died at my hands, he rushed over by himself."

"Forcing us to kill each other, those conspirators succeeded." Qi Gewale glanced at the monitoring screen, and the members of the Alpha team were guarding the stairs of the command tower, preventing others from approaching.

"Your people are all crying."

"The sniper in my team is dead."

"Your boss doesn't care about this. The corporate warrior department has its own method of calculating losses. Everything is priced secretly. Remember the train accident in the New Ohio Colony last year?
The carriages loaded with dangerous chemicals are only inspected for ten seconds per section, and the inspectors will be deducted wages if they are slower. The train company still refuses to improve safety measures and hires an actuary instead, knowing that there are serious accident risks.
The profits brought by reducing labor time costs and ignoring safety inspections are far more than the losses caused by leakage accidents.

Profit > loss, it's that simple decision, what about the residents who were killed and disabled due to inhalation of chemical gas, the plane on which the accident assessment investigators took did not have an accident, but an accident.

Ohio farmers whose land was polluted by poisonous gas received meager compensation in the end, not enough for the funeral expenses of their family members who were poisoned to death.

This is capital, everything is about money, human life doesn't matter.

Look at the monitoring screen, the company's statisticians are calculating the losses, tanks, armored vehicles, steel helmets, body armor, every item has a price, including the snipers killed in your team,
How can the value of a person, the value of a soul, be measured by cold numbers.

Marcus Lynch, you bought a house on a picturesque planet, you have a large deposit in the bank, you think you have crossed the border and promoted to the middle class, it is all an illusion.

You have not mastered the capital yet, you are not a chess player, but a useful chess piece carved from emerald.

Finally, do me a favor and bring that bottle of Jack Daniel's that's on the table. "

Lynch did as he did, unscrewed the bottle cap for him, and watched Qi Guwale take a sip of the bottle with his mouth.

"Phew... good wine, great... thank you for listening to me so much, son of Patricia."

Lynch looked towards the base square, the shuttle had already landed, and the corporate soldiers lined up to welcome the big shot.

"The Senator is coming and he'll know where you are soon."

(End of this chapter)