death of hope

Chapter 477 "Corporate Warrior" (387) False and Snake

The ward was piled with presents, and everyone else left temporarily.

Standing in front of the hospital bed, the middle-aged man with elegant temperament is one of the most powerful figures in the Federation.

The CEO of McMillan Group, he has the lengthy name that is standard for the old nobles of Terra,

Maximilian von GR Abraham Drekstal Liechtenstein

People call him Maximilian XVII. Since he studied in a noble school when he was young, this big man speaks with a strong British accent:

"It's a great hospital, isn't it? The environment and medical resources are top-notch."

"Thank you, Chairman, for your preferential treatment."

"The strongest fighter deserves the best treatment."

"Don't dare."

Maximilian waved his hand towards the door and said with a contemptuous expression:
"This hospital has many celebrities, politicians, bankers, stars,
Film and television star Henry Fondate lives in the same ward. Just now, my bodyguard and Mr. Fondate's fans got into a fight. "

Lynch nodded: "The comrade-in-arms told me that there are a group of crazy groupies in the corridor."

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"Terra Federation is getting more and more depraved, rich and wealthy, and morally corrupt. People worship traffic stars, but they don't come to visit General Ord across the wall."

"No one asks about the tomb of a hero, but the family affairs of an actor are known to the world."

"Henry Fondate, a sissy of unknown gender, has awkward acting skills in movies, sings out of tune, stutters when he reads commercial lines,
If my entertainment company signs this guy, I'll beat that short-sighted manager with a baseball bat with my own hands! "

"Fans don't care about acting skills, singing skills, etc., as long as they are handsome." Lynch said.

"Haha! You know the fan circle very well! Captain!" Maximilian laughed.

"A little bit."

"Fon Dart... that guy is just a traffic star built by capital, and he can still win the Oscar statuette. The current art judges are really hopeless."

"Just give enough money."

"Civilians pay for traffic stars, but in the barracks, soldiers worship real heroes, not high-ranking generals and marshals, but soldiers fighting on the front line, such as you, the commander of the legendary Spartan heavy airborne assault company."

Lynch keenly sensed the change in the other party's tone: "What do you want me to do, boss."

"Just imagine, if a legendary hero appears in the media and makes an appeal, the grassroots commanders of various units and most of the officers and soldiers will listen patiently."

"I don't mind being on TV a few times if the appeal is good."

"As expected of you, you are responsible and courageous!"

"Nowadays the media is full of fake news, I think I have the responsibility to help the public keep their eyes on the ground."

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"Yes, rumors are flying, conspiracy theories are rampant, especially my competitor, that goddamn bald Jew Jeffrey Zuckerman, whose AMCNN posts garbage all day long!
It is absurd to say that aliens control the federal parliament and encourage human infighting to consume the military strength of the federation, but I admit that the truth is not much better than rumors. "

"Do you have any news from the military?" Lynch sat up straight on the hospital bed: "I am very concerned about the attitude of Baron Cornwall. He is my old boss and leads the three star fleets."

"Coincidentally, we interviewed at a charity fundraiser not long ago. The Marshal of Cornwall wants to avoid a civil war. He and his fleet will not stand on either side of the red and green parties, but there is no guarantee that other troops will think so.

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Marshal Cornwall hopes that red and green politicians will remain rational, but the black sheep will not stop doing things after all.

He hoped that a hero who came from the grassroots of the army would speak in the media and speak to soldiers of different political orientations, so as to calm down their young, clamorous, and militant hearts. "

Lynch couldn't help nodding: "It turned out that the Marshal meant it. In that case, I can unplug the infusion bottle at any time, wear a medal, put on a military uniform, and appear in the studio to speak."

"Look, what is a hero, what is a pattern! Regardless of injuries, you must also consider the interests of mankind, admire!."

"That's absurd, I also have selfish intentions, may I ask... Boss, about my child..."

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The smile on Maximilian's face disappeared, replaced by a compassionate expression:
"The bounty hunter heard the news that before the defeat, Matsushita Lai Sheng issued an order at the meeting of Umbrella Company to transfer important spiritual energy experiment resources to other places, most of which are children with spiritual talent. "

"Oh! There is a clue! Good thing!" The monitor showed that Lynch's heart beat faster because of excitement: "Any follow-up news?!"

"A senior researcher from Umbrella Corporation took your son and daughter away. The good news is that this person betrayed Lai Sheng Matsushita and did not send the child to the intended laboratory."

"Oh! Did my conscience discover it?! Want to send my Franz and Sarah back?!"

"Uh..." Maximilian sighed, and continued: "The bad news is that the senior researcher cut off all contact with his old friend, and went somewhere with the two children..."

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"Hey..." Lynch flinched, with disappointment written all over his face, and leaned against the iron frame of the hospital bed.

"I will increase the bounty and hire the strongest private investigators and bounty hunters to investigate this matter."

"Thank you, boss..."

"Captain."

"Ok?"

"Besides the employment relationship, can't we be friends." Maximilian stretched out his palm.

"friend."

Marcus Lynch held it up, and the heat from the palm of his hand was transmitted through the bandage, and both of them knew it was impossible.

(I still have use value.)
(He still has value.)
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"I heard that Matsushita Lai Sheng discovered something amazing in the underground research institute, which is of great significance to the study of spiritual energy."

(Finally asked, this sentence, he has been holding back since he came in.)
Lynch remembered what the old company commander Johnny said, don't mention that to anyone,
Before the collapse of the pyramid mausoleum, Oleg took away some smelling salts in clay pots, relied on Uzuki Shimizu's relationship to deceive Sakura Co., Ltd.'s interrogation, and took this salt man's secret treasure to a hidden location for collection.

"I'm sorry, we returned empty-handed." He lied: "The battle was fierce at that time, and we almost didn't escape. No matter how precious those ancient salt artifacts are, they have already... been buried deep in the ground."

"That's it...it's a pity..." The disappointed expression only stayed on Maximilian's face for a second:
"It doesn't matter, getting rid of Lai Sheng Matsushita is the business."

(End of this chapter)