death of hope

Chapter 445 "Corporate Warrior" (355) Unexpected Situation

The young samurai Uzuki Shimizu led four elite subordinates to join the Alpha Tactical Squad of McMillan Company and the Shrike Mercenary Squad of Blackwater Company.

"Sent by Matsushita Yumi again? Tell us again, you can't go here, and you can't go there, right?"

"You misunderstood, captain, let me tell you good news, our scouts have discovered a passage to a deeper layer."

"Where?!" Marcus Lynch asked impatiently.

"Here, please follow me."

The sudden change in attitude caused everyone to have doubts.

Bowman whispered: "Something's wrong, this group of greedy Orientals blocked everywhere before and didn't let us investigate, why did they suddenly become good people and start leading the way?"

Lodayev turned on the gun safety: "I think so too, everyone should be careful."

Comanche seems to have a different opinion: "Eazy~Eazy~ Relax, everyone is too nervous. The companies of the Conservative Party coalition are all grasshoppers on the same rope. How could they harm their own people?"

"That's not certain, especially Sakura Co., Ltd. and the Matsushita family. To be honest, I didn't trust these Orientals from the very beginning. I have to be defensive."

Wang Hongye leaned closer to Sergeant Oleg's ear: "You'd better go and persuade our boss, tell him not to be led by the nose."

"Okay, I'll go talk to Brother Lynch now..."

"Oleg, don't go, it's useless."

"Old company commander... what do you mean?"

"Hmph, do you think he will listen to persuasion now?"

"Ah... it's really choking..."

"So don't ask." Johnny Blazer shook his head helplessly and said, "Brother Lynch, he has been driven into a madness, and he can only go to the dark one way."

"Can't he feel... anything wrong? The attitude of these warriors suddenly changed."

"People are emotional animals, and the brain must compromise with the mood. Think about it, how desperate it would be to get a warm family, a beautiful wife, and a lovely child, and suddenly lose all of these feelings. We will not feel that kind of feeling. got it."

"I can only... stay with me to the end."

Walking along the dark and deep tunnel, to the door of a facility, the young samurai Uzuki Shimizu stepped aside and said, "Captain, our engineer has unlocked the door, please come in."

(What is he planning? Why did he let me in first?)
Marcus Lynch turned his head and glared at the samurai. Although he was suspicious, he pushed the door in without hesitation when he thought of the children, and adjusted the tactical flashlight hanging under the rifle to a maximum power of 120 watts.
Tens of thousands of lumens of bright light shine on the spacious interior space, which is full of large and small glass jars. When you take a closer look, you take a breath, and your mood falls to the bottom of despair:
(This is...how...not even God...could forgive the heinous crimes committed by human beings...)
The jar is filled with formalin antiseptic solution, and inside it is a body that has been cut open one by one to show the cross-section of the internal body. The internal organs, blood vessels, and brain tissue have all been finely stripped for observation.

Most of the remains are human children, and there are also alien children. The anatomical data of the test subjects are printed on the label on the outside of the jar, listing their psychic characteristics.

There are countless glass jars that can't be seen at a glance, dozens...hundreds, shocking visual impact, hellish scene, and eerie atmosphere, which makes the hair stand on end.

"My God... this is not a nightmare."

"Much scarier than a nightmare."

"There is no need to decorate this place for horror movies, it scares me to death."

"It's unspeakably uncomfortable, it feels like... a room full of resentful spirits staring at you."

"What kind of scientists, under the guise of exploring the mysteries of psychic energy, are just a group of demons in white coats."

Tears welled up in Wang Hongye's eyes: "It's unbelievable...how many people have been dissected..."

"Here is the laboratory warehouse, a total of 574 glass jars were found,"

Uzuki Shimizu said coldly: "Some twins are packed in a jar, and some are empty. The plastic vat in the corner of the warehouse is full of formalin solution."

"The counting is not bad, the counting is quite clear," Johnny said sarcastically: "You have already discovered this place, haven't you?"

"Sorry, I am a samurai of the Matsushita family, and I only obey the orders of my lord."

"Call her the lord? In other words, your old Patriarch still couldn't be rescued."

"The incident happened suddenly, and we were not prepared. According to the old Patriarch's will, Ms. Matsushita Yumi will return to the castle to express her condolences after the operation is over."

"It's a pity, Matsushita Juhei is a great character. He was a powerful samurai when he was young, and he became a shrewd entrepreneur when he was old. Please feel sorry for me. I wish Miss Yumi all the best."

"Thank you, I will convey your kindness to my lord, Mr. Johnny."

Marcus Lynch didn't listen to others at all. He was extremely sad and resentful at first, and then became dazed and numb.

I saw him throwing away his helmet, dragging his heavy rifle, and walking through the densely packed glass jars with a zombie-like staggering pace, looking down at the information on the labels.

"Franz!"

He yelled, and knelt down in front of a glass jar. After watching carefully, he stood up slowly holding the glass:
"Franz Wortman, it's not him...it's the same name, other children...rest in peace...poor boy." Lynch murmured like this, and walked towards the next jar.

"Captain, we have already looked for it!" Uzuki Shimizu sympathized with this desperate father and shouted to him: "Your child is not here!"

Everyone looked at Marcus Lynch, and they didn't know if he couldn't hear at all, or if he heard it and couldn't move his mind, he bumped his head against a jar containing slices of human baby remains:
"Sarah! My little Sarah!"

"Boss! This child is dark-skinned, obviously not..." Shaft persuaded.

"Oh! Sorry...I got it wrong, no offense intended! Please forgive me...poor little guy..."

Lynch staggered to the next jar again, and began howling sickly again, hitting his head with blood.

"The situation is worse than I thought." Johnny Blazer frowned and said, "When was the last time Brother Lynch took medicine?"

"Two hours ago, he took it by himself." Oleg said: "And it was already an overdose. He took the medicine bottle and poured it directly into his mouth. I said it was dangerous, but he didn't listen. Headache."

"Strong antidepressant drugs act directly on the brain and spinal cord. If taken in excess, it will seriously damage the nervous system. He looks like his own child in any jar now."

Oleg gritted his teeth: "It can only be... use that..."

"There's no other way, or he'll smash his head into pieces."

Johnny Blazer took out a delicate metal box from his backpack, opened the lid, and there was a plastic injection inside,
It was an experimental medicine that had not yet entered the clinical stage, obtained from the Terra Academy of Sciences through his relationship.

"Bowman, can your sniper rifle fire this?"

"It's okay... but is it appropriate... It's like anesthetizing a beast."

"What's wrong, your captain's nickname in the army is Beast Lynch, if you don't do anything, this beast will smash its own skull."

"Uh, okay..."

Seeing the hero he has always admired being tortured into such a state, Green Bowman felt very uncomfortable,

He took the needle barrel, put a special fin shell on it, adjusted the electromagnetic power to non-lethal, locked the cross on the neck as thick as a bull with the scope, and hit it with one needle.

"Who?! Dare to attack me! Get out!"

Marcus Lynch howled, pulled out the needle and threw it out. His bloody face, coupled with a ferocious expression, looked like a wounded and mad beast.

After making a fuss for a minute, he fell silent, bowing his head in thought.

"The medicine is working."

"what is that?!"

Everyone was surprised to find that the air around Lynch was rippling and crackling.

The messy hair and beard stood up like static electricity, the blood that was knocked out of the forehead also floated upwards like weightlessness, the veins on the neck bulged, and the cloak and shoulder armor occasionally flashed a strange black energy flow.

Uzuki Shimizu's psionic detector issued a "dididi" alarm sound. He looked at the screen and exclaimed:

"Five hundred... two thousand three... five thousand... WTF?!
I know he has psychic gifts... but it's too... outrageous!Readings of this level should only appear on aliens... such as ghost pirates. "

(End of this chapter)