death of hope

"A shot to the head is too merciful for the bastard, I think the whole job is going to be tough."

The more Johnny Blazer thought about it, the more angry he took out the triangular army thorn and held it in his hand,

His eyes wandered, thinking about where to stab it to make the opponent more painful. Oleg held the dagger, and he had the same idea.

The bald man was so frightened that he rolled on the ground: "Don't! Don't! I even treated you to dinner!"

"Choose, whether it's the waist of the Karma, eyeball gouging, or cutting off your little brother."

"Old company commander, give him a full set."

"I have an idea. I dig out the eyeballs, then cut off the eggs and put them in the eye sockets."

"That's it!"

"Don't! Don't! Aww!" The bald man howled like a pig as the cold dagger approached his eyes:
"If you want to kill, give it a good time! I am willing to do anything! Put down the knife!"

"Piggy who is tied up is also worthy of bargaining?!"

"There are more than 32 people attending the birthday party! General Sherman also invited a big political figure!"

"Ah?" Oleg put away the dagger: "What is he talking about?"

Johnny Blazer grabbed the collar of his neck with one hand, and pressed the triangular army thorn against his throat with the other: "He means that there is a 33rd guest, please tell me! I will give you a good time if you say it!"

The bald head was swaying to the right, and the pair of blue-green pupils of different colors were also frantically turning to the right. The three of them looked in that direction, and next to the jukebox was a huge Siemens double-door refrigerator.

Johnny Blazer stepped on his bald head with his boots and made a tactical gesture. Oleg raised his gun to cover, Lynch pulled out his silent pistol, and opened the refrigerator door with one hand.

A cold snap hit the face, "Boom!" A short man fell to the ground with a lot of cans of beer.

"Good guy! There's one squinting inside!" Johnny whistled: "Dude, are you an Eskimo, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

The short man was so cold that his nose was bubbling. He didn't seem to be able to see clearly. Kneeling on the ground, he fumbled in a pile of beer cans with trembling hands, and picked up a pair of high myopia glasses.

"Ah? This is..." The moment he put on the glasses, Lynch instantly recognized the person's identity: "Senator?"

"Nice to meet... Nice to meet..." The short man tried his best to control his trembling body, and tried to shake hands with the three of them, but Oleg shook hands in a daze, and when he reached Lynch, he slapped him with a "slap"!Fanned that hand back.

"Why shake hands with him?"

"Ah... this..." Oleg finally realized: "I'm going... what the hell?!
This guy is... the senator who landed on the plane after the task of exterminating the commune during Operation Feathered Serpent! ? "(See Chapter 347 for the plot here)
Johnny Blazer let out a chuckle: "I just remembered, my grandma's brain is faster than yours."

"Okay, don't bury me, what should I do with this guy?"

"It's been such a long time... A senator from the Red (Conservative) Party actually came to the birthday party of a general from the Green (Radical) Party... What the hell is this!?"

"Should... let him go? This is a senator. If you kill him, you will get into big trouble..." Oleg said hesitantly.

Seeing the hope of survival, the senator hurriedly echoed: "Yes... this big brother is right! It is good for everyone that I survive..."

"Shut up for me!" Johnny Blazer put away the triangular army thorns, and took out a black briefcase from the refrigerator: "Is this yours?"

"Well... yes..." The senator was so scared that he peed his pants when he saw the corpses all over the floor.

There was a brown paper bag in the briefcase, and a plastic folder came out of the brown paper bag.

"What the hell! What are you doing? Just put it here to play with dolls, right?!"

There were only two A4 pages of documents in the plastic folder, and Johnny briefly read them:
"The contract document for the secret military operation. The mission goal is to wipe out the newly established base of the commune elements. Brother Lynch's Alpha Squad suffered heavy casualties, so they signed a contract with the Georgian Mercenary Corps to do these shady and dirty jobs."

"The red and green parties planned all this together, just as I thought." Lynch didn't look shocked when he learned the truth: "They quarreled in the parliament, but in private, they have common interests."

"We are destroying terrorists..." The senator's tone of defense was submissive, without confidence at all: "It is a great event that benefits the people of Terra..."

"Hmph, fool, keep fooling! Do you believe this?" Marcus Lynch rubbed the receiver of his rifle, piercing the senator with eagle-like eyes:.

"Industrial and financial capital, new aristocracy and old aristocracy, conservative and radical, red and green,
You put aside your disputes, put aside your grievances, and act together to get rid of what you call a 'terrorist organization',
What are you afraid of? ! "

·
The senator straightened his glasses habitually:
"Those anti-social elements...they are illegally printing newspapers and periodicals without publication numbers, spreading dangerous ideas..."

"The editor-in-chief of "Awakened Youth" magazine is Qi Guwale, and he is dead."

"You don't know, there are other commune leaders who took over from Qi Gewale, and they established a base in the marginal star area,

Rumor has it that they stole small tactical nuclear warheads from the arsenal...Georgian mercenaries were hired to take necessary action in order to stop their terror..."

"Since your purpose is just, why don't you use federal coercive power, such as CIA, FBI, or ask the federal army for help?
General Sherman has tens of thousands of people in his hands, and he still has to go around to hire mercenaries.

Don't lie, what are you guys afraid of? "

·
Marcus Lynch took Oleg's dagger, and the cold blade drew circles on the senator's belly, scaring his calves.

"General Sherman told me that for our federal government, the most feared thing is neither nuclear warheads nor psionic amplifiers."

"Could it be...it's SpongeBob SquarePants?!" Oleg laughed.

"It's thought."

The senator pointed to his head:
"It's ideology,
Plant the seeds of resistance in the hearts of the people.

Because of this, the red and green parties that have been fighting each other, as well as major companies that support the two parties,

Cooperation can only be reached on the issue of dealing with Chi Gwale and the commune,
His mind, more dangerous than himself,
Fundamentally, the foundation of our barrel governance has been shaken.

Chi Guwale,

must die
So are his followers.

"

The cold air released by the wide-open refrigerator door soaks into the pores of the people around,
a few seconds of silence,

Marcus Lynch understood many things, about what Qi Guwale said to himself on his deathbed, about why his father got into trouble back then, about Sigurd Lifa's angrily wanting to kill all the members of the parliament... everyone.

·
Wolf-like pupils stared at the shivering senator:

"You killed my father, you killed Qi Guwale, and there will always be successors who will establish new bases. The fire of the commune is endless, and it can't be killed or suppressed...

You call yourself the upper class, smart people, stepping on the heads of hundreds of millions of Terran people, but you can't see a thing. "

"What?" The senator looked at him in horror and doubt.

"Thoughts cannot be killed,
It's rooted in you and me, everyone. "