death of hope

Chapter 45 "Flying Windfall" (45) Cyber ​​Warrior

Holding a black and red samurai sword in his hand, "Cold Steel" stood firmly, guarding the entrance of the building.

Angry bullets flew over, hitting the light and solid high-tech armor, shooting out sparks, leaving only slight dents.

"Return my brother's life!"

A worker held a snatched stick and shield, and rushed towards the mysterious warrior. He couldn't even see the movement of the opponent swinging the knife clearly. The sewage from the slaughterhouse flowed all over the ground.

"It's too powerful, what the hell... is this still human?"

Roy was stunned, and suddenly felt the strong airflow coming from above. He looked up suddenly and saw a quadrotor aircraft hovering in the sky, and he could clearly see the Norton emblem on the belly of the aircraft.

"Here we come! The savior is here!"

Roy took out a marker smoke grenade from his pocket, opened the pull ring, raised his arm and waved it vigorously, so that the rescuers could identify his exact location.

The hatch of the rotorcraft was opened, and several ropes were thrown down. Two heavily armed special forces members quickly roped down to Roy. One of them lifted off his bulletproof mask, revealing Captain Dyson's broad, resolute, A stubbled face.

"Look, it's so lively here, you're really going to get yourself into trouble, Mr. Roy."

"Hey, looking for trouble, that's what I'm good at." Roy smiled wryly, "As you can see, we need a strong stretcher to get this big injured man on the plane for treatment."

"Who is this?" Captain Dyson glanced at Albert, who was in a coma, and said with a frown:

"You have signed the contract, you should know that we are only responsible for protecting the safety of the customer himself."

"This is my brother-in-law, please do me a favor, brother Dyson, just because I see that you are different and warm-hearted, I specially called your team to be on duty."

"Okay, remember to owe me a favor, don't forget."

Dyson used the communicator to contact his teammates in the cabin,
A few seconds later, a carbon fiber stretcher was lowered, and Albert's heavy body was firmly fixed on it, and then the tractor was used to smoothly hoist it into the cabin.

"The medical soldier wants me to ask, what's this guy's blood type?"

"B blood type, we are like brothers and sisters." Anna said.

Thanks to the most advanced battlefield diagnosis and treatment technology, the ambulance work has already begun the moment the patient boards the plane.

Listening to the message in the communicator, Dyson couldn't help nodding:

"The good news is that the high-speed spiral CT scan has been completed. The bullet did not hurt any vital organs or spine. The medical soldiers are transfusing blood for him. They said that he is fine. He will be fine after taking out the bullet and resting for a few days."

"God bless! You are truly a living saint!"

After hearing the news that her brother was safe, Anna finally breathed a sigh of relief. She held the captain's hand and said, "I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't cry, girl, your eyes are swollen, raise your arms, and I'll fix the rope to you."

As Anna stepped into the cabin safely, Roy's hanging heart finally relaxed. When the three of them boarded the plane, they could leave this dangerous place.

"Let the customer board the plane first, and we will be vigilant after the break."

The special operations team member was attracted by something, and he pointed in the direction of the headquarters building of Sakura Co., Ltd.:
"Captain, look over there."

"what happened?"

"That modern samurai with a knife at the entrance of the building, good guy, this outfit is so fucking cool."

Dyson couldn't believe his eyes. He took off his helmet and picked up the electronic telescope to watch carefully:
"Cold Steel..."

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous,
Dyson's mind flashed the scene of his former teammate being ripped open by a samurai sword, and all rationality was gone, leaving only unforgettable hatred.

The driver's voice came from the communicator:

"VIP customers have boarded the plane, it's just you two, Boss, Hamm."

"Delta team, pull Ham up, you escort the client away first, I have some personal matters to settle."

Hamm, a special forces member next to him, just buckled the fixed buckle on the rope, and he was very confused when he heard this:
"Captain, what are you going to do? The mission has been completed!"

"To seek revenge."

"Seeking revenge? Who are you looking for? The samurai at the gate of the building?"

"You don't care, get out of here."

"What's this called? Boss, you saved my life, your enemy is my enemy!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Escort the client back, do you want to be fired from the company?"

"Damn job, disrespect us veterans, treat us like animals, I don't want to do it long ago!"

"Good words! Who in our team has never been rescued by the elder brother!" The driver said without the slightest hesitation: "I took advantage of the chaos to deal with that samurai, and no one will hold it accountable. Anyway, the union will be responsible."

"Go up and beat him, Boss, we provide fire support," said the sniper.

Dyson turned off the communicator;
(What a group of desperate fools...)
He thought so, with a smile on his face, and walked towards the goal on foot.

In the cockpit of the aircraft, Roy regretted seeing the delta team united and desperate. He wanted to make an acquaintance easy to handle, but he didn't want to cause a bigger disaster.

In desperation, he made a last-ditch effort to help Anna fasten her seat belt, put her body armor on, and put on her helmet.

Although the labor union army has a large number of people, it has reached the end of its battle against the joint siege of the York City Police Department, the National Guard, the FBI, and corporate fighters.

Out of the instinct of survival, tens of thousands of people are fleeing in all directions, leaving only the most brave thousand people to besiege the building,
These people no longer care about getting their hard-earned money back. As long as they can plant the blue flag of the Federation of Automobile Industries on the roof of the building, it doesn't matter if they die.

The fearless workers attacked the broken shield wall, and the few who broke through the defense had to face the samurai guarding the gate of the building. As you can imagine, all of them turned into dead souls.

Since the bullets were useless, Captain Dyson simply threw away the rifle, took a pair of glove made of alien metal from his belt, and put it on his hand. The buckle closed automatically, and it was close to the skin, completely covering the palm and forearm. .

This is a weapon developed by Norton Security Company specifically for Dyson's boxer's ability, and it is still in the experimental stage.

"See you again, Cold Steel, you bloody cyberpsycho."

"Who are you? I don't know you." The samurai replied with cold words.

"Too many people were killed, I can't remember, right, I'm here to help you wake up!"

"Don't come here, this is the territory of Sakura Co., Ltd., outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"I can go wherever I want! Watch the boxing!!"

Captain Dyson clenched his fist, the glove began to charge, and the outer metal became red and hot. He shouted "Drink!", and the air shock wave hit the warrior's chest.

The samurai obviously realized the seriousness of this attack, so he didn't dare to take it head-on, but leaned over to dodge it in embarrassment.
The shock wave shattered the concrete bricks. Naturally, he dared not neglect such power. He flipped his wrist and swung his samurai sword in front of him:

"What kind of weapon is this, I have never heard of it."

"A weapon that will kill you!"

(End of this chapter)