death of hope

Chapter 436 "Enterprise Warrior" (346) Spiritual Leader

"The senator... came to the battlefield in person, which means that he is just a young man, who is it?"

"It was the leader of the Conservative Party, who sent his henchmen to oversee the military operation."

"Senator Overseer, isn't it, it's outrageous, what the hell! Love whoever you want!
The Red Party, Green Party, Conservatives, Radicals, and the capital behind them are all fucking insects!
Do you really think that this is a simple family business dispute?The pattern is small!

This is a war between old-fashioned industrial capital and emerging financial capital. Enterprise groups and political groups trade power and money, use each other, work together, and let human beings kill each other for their own selfish desires.

99% of the people who control 1% of the resources count each other, and 1% of the people who control 99% of the resources become cannon fodder. What a group of arrogant and greedy guys, right?

Today, when productivity is highly developed and materials are plentiful, rice is rotten and moldy in granaries, fresh milk is dumped into rivers by carloads, piles of overproduced industrial products are piled up in warehouses to eat ashes, and empty mansions are like ghost houses. Crowded slums are like pigeon coops.

The Federation of Terra is already very old, and there are many stubborn diseases. My purpose is nothing more than to let these fat-headed vampires know that

On the chess board, even a nobody can threaten the king and queen, and that nobody is the commune, me, and my comrades.

That's why, they want to attack the Greenhill base, because they are afraid,

We are afraid that our organization will grow stronger, that our pawns will become chariots, and that this chariot will crush all the unjust old order and redistribute resources to the poor people who really need it.

Have you ever wondered, son of Patricia, why the governor of the colony included pneumoconiosis in the local medical insurance special outpatient allowance,
Is it because of the mercy of the governor or business owners?How can it be!These vampires are too fat to walk, and they have to string every penny to their ribs, spending money like pincers.

The iron rooster can pluck half of its feathers because there were people like your father who stood up bravely and fought for the rights and interests they deserved for thousands of working people. "

Hearing this, Marcus Lynch didn't know what to say, just kept silent,

While talking, Chi Guwale drank half a bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey, and as if venting his feelings, he threw the empty wine bottle against the wall with a bang and smashed it to pieces.

"Never surrender! Never betray my comrades! And never be captured alive! As soon as the battle was over, the senator rushed over. I know what the guy is thinking.

Want to put a chip into my head, control me, let me say some shit they designed at the press conference, make me a heinous terrorist image, discredit the commune, and prevent more awakened young people from joining the organization .

The vampires revel in wantonly, they want to find a bloody cherry to garnish the banquet cake, they want me, the leader of the commune to look like a joke, no way!I will never allow this to happen!

So... Captain, do me a favor, there's a pistol in the drawer, and bullets, please get it for me. "

Lynch said hesitantly, "I have pierced through the entire defense line and killed dozens of guerrillas. Why do you think I will help you, Qi."

"Just because you're Patricia Lynch's son."

Marcus Lynch nodded, and opened the drawer. Inside was a well-worn Nagant M1895 revolver,

There was a five-pointed star engraved on the handle of the gun, and beside it was a box of 7.62mm pistol bullets. The entire drawer was pulled out and placed in front of Qi Guwale.

"In exchange, I'll give you this."

Qi Guwale took out an old-fashioned kerosene lighter from his jacket pocket.

"This is?"

Lynch took it over and saw the finely carved pattern of mine carts on the metal shell of the lighter, and long-standing memories rushed to his mind:

"Pandora miners... workers' representatives... this is what my father used!"

"It was at the organization's exchange meeting. Senior Patricia and I met for the first time and had a great conversation. He knew that I love cigars, so he gave me this."

"Thank you...it means...very important to me."

"Keep it well, think about what your father has done, mortals will eventually perish, but a thought, a progressive thought, cannot be killed.

Come, Son of Patricia, to face your fate, and keep the door behind you. "

When Lynch walked to the corner of the first floor, he heard a "boom!" gunshot upstairs, and then there was no movement.

(End of this chapter)