death of hope

Back then, in the golden age of Baltimore's development, high-tech industrial zones spread all over the suburbs and counties, supporting millions of skilled workers.
None of these high-tech factories survived the devastating economic crisis caused by the bursting of the bubble economy ten years ago.

Panicked citizens cashed in their passbooks, a large number of banks closed down, corporate capital chains were blown, and the once glorious Chip Street became a ghost street.

The whole factory building is as dark and silent as a ghost castle, dust is everywhere, exuding an unpleasant smell of decaying mold.

On the mottled walls, there are motivational banners such as "The factory is my home!", "Working overtime is glorious!", "Swear to complete the order!", etc., which are full of age.

It is said that every day in Baltimore, workers jumped off buildings due to pressure, or died of exhaustion on their workstations, shedding the last drop of blood for capital.

Now everything is quiet, and the life-threatening assembly line that used to run at high speed has long been dismantled and auctioned to repay the debt.

Regardless of the prosperity or decline of the capital market, the lives of the people at the bottom have never improved. Lynch, who was born in the Pandora worker community, has a deep feeling for this.

·
Step into the second workshop,
I saw a group of samurai wearing kimono and clogs standing in the middle, as if they came out of a Yamato drama. The leading man had the traditional Tsukiyo head of the samurai.

This person has broad shoulders, medium height, dark skin, piercing eyes, and sharp features, as if chiseled by a knife.

Lynch recognized at a glance that this person was the chief corporate warrior of Sakura Co., Ltd., the master of Satsuma Shiren Kawata Gonzaemon, and the master of Uzuki Shimizu.

When she was taking care of herself in the ward, Uzuki commented on her mentor like this,

Zaemon Shifan, he seems to have traveled through the Warring States Period, and he respects the traditional feudal samurai etiquette like a god.

Adhering to Puritan-style purism, in his eyes, the spirit of Bushido is omnipotent, and it is only natural for retainers and warriors to serve their lords to death.

For disobeying the order of the Patriarch like myself, the only way to apologize is to cut open his stomach.

·
Kawata Gonzaemon held the communicator, nodded and bowed as he spoke:

"Yes... yes... obey, Patriarch, I will handle it properly..."

"Ha, it's the corporate culture of Japanese people to obey their superiors unconditionally." Oleg said in a low voice, "It should be Yumi Matsushita calling."

Kawata Gonzaemon put down the communicator, turned around and looked at the four people entering the factory building, frowning:

"Let them come here..."

He waved to his warriors and ordered them to move out of the way.

Getting closer, Lynch and the others finally saw Uzuki Shimizu,

The young samurai is bound behind the back of a folding chair with blue tape,
His eyes were covered by black cloth strips, his cheeks were swollen, his nostrils and corners of his mouth were bleeding, and there were shoe prints on his clothes. It was obvious that he had been beaten badly.

·
"Ah Shui! Ah Shui! Wake up!"

Seeing his friend being abused like this, Shaft said angrily: "You bastard! What did you do to Ah Shui?!"

"I am enforcing the family law, and outsiders have no right to interfere." Kawada Gonzaemon said with peace of mind: "Uzuki refused to obey the orders of the Patriarch, but went out with you dangerous people to do some business.

What is even more unforgivable is that Maoyue concealed the treasures of the Yanren Mausoleum, and instead of dedicating them to the lord, he helped you steal them out, which is really treasonous! "

"Steal?!" Shaft sarcastically said:
"Interesting, stealing?! Could it be that the Yan people are the ancestors of your Japanese devils? Your name is written on the treasure left by the Yan people?!"

"Pay attention to your words! Hackers! We have the exclusive right to develop that planet, and the underground treasure of the salt people should belong to our master!"

"Nonsense! It's your master's big brother, Matsushita Lai Sheng who dug the grave and disturbed the souls of the salt people!" Shaft scolded, spitting everywhere:
"How dare you lick Bilian and say that the treasures in the mausoleum belong to your master?! What warriors! They're just bandits and rogues!"

·
Kawata Gonzaemon had seen the big world, and he was calm and unmoved. His samurai couldn't bear it anymore, and all of them glared at Shaft, "Sororo!" and drew their swords out of their sheaths.

"This kid sprays dung all over his mouth! Cut him off!"

"Come on! Let's see if your knife is faster or my gun is faster!" Shaft touched the handle of the gun.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and a weak voice said:

"Xiao Xia... Hugh is so rude..."

"Ah Shui! You're awake!"

"Zaoemon Sensei is kind to me... I violated the rules of Bushido, the master killed me if I wanted to, and he wanted to enforce the family law to punish the rebels, and I did it myself... Please don't stop me..."

"Ah Shui!" Shaft said excitedly:

"You are so confused, I heard Sister Wang said that a man has gold under his knees, but he only kneels to the sky and his mother!

Your master has no right to decide your life or death!Don't be washed away by the feudal dross of Bushido! ! "

"Stop talking...Xiao Xia..." Uzuki Shimizu begged, "If my master hadn't acted righteously, I would have died at the hands of gangsters when I was nine years old..."

"This...you didn't tell me?!"

"You don't understand...Saemon Sensei...Save my life, teach me skills,
For me... I am also a teacher and a father... It is I who violated the oath, disobeyed the will of the Patriarch, and caused the master's honor to be damaged...I...willingly accept the punishment of the family law..."

"Ah Shui! You idiot! ... Hey! Do as you like!"

Shaft sighed, took his hand off the butt of the gun,

He knew that his good friend Uzuki Shimizu was stubborn and stubborn, so he couldn't persuade him.