death of hope

Chapter 58 "Flying Windfall" (58) BRIC

"Thanks."

Roy was quick-witted, grabbed the wine bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.
A warm current rushed into the esophagus through the throat, and the stomach felt very comfortable;
"I rarely drink brandy, it tastes like a strong wine."

"This is a special wine. The brewed wine is distilled twice to make the alcohol content reach about 40.00%, and then stored in oak barrels for natural fermentation, and after a period of time it becomes brandy.

The longer the storage time, the higher the value. The bottle you drink is 15 years old, reaching the level of XO. "

"It's so advanced, then I'll drink more."

"Time is tight, and the things brought over are limited, so of course we have to choose carefully. Besides, Susan should tell you,
In order to prevent being tracked, we exchanged the money for gold, and there was a chip in one of the wads of money. Here, there is this little thing. "

While talking, Ferguson casually took out his trouser pocket, took out a small bright silver object, flicked it with his finger, and slid it out along the table.

Seeing that the shiny chip was about to slip off the table and fall to the ground, Roy hurriedly caught it and held it carefully in his palm, as if he was holding a life:
"Hey! Stupid! Watch out! Break it and it'll be over!"

"Sorry, I'm used to pushing wine glasses in the bar, and I didn't control my strength well."

Roy clamped the chip between his thumb and forefinger, walked to the window, and tried to see the small words printed on the silver metal cover:
"Damn, it's too dark to see clearly."

"The orientation of this room is not very good. The homeowner thought of a good way. Turning the mirror can reflect the sunlight that hits the air-conditioning rack directly into the room."

"Is it so fun? Let me try." Roy reached out and fiddled with the mirror on the air conditioner rack outside the window, and a ray of light refracted in, dazzled his eyes.

The metal cover of the chip is laser-etched with exquisite small words:
"Terra Federation Starfleet Property

Military technology, civilian use is prohibited.

ENJP 02179 Battlecruiser Power Master Chip

1nm process 80 cores 160 threads frequency 18GHZ
300
Manufactured in a Silicon Valley factory

09 16 1969”

"I see clearly, it is really a chip of a space battleship."

"It is indeed a rare thing. It is not every day that a large warship is decommissioned. It stands to reason that the key parts should be dismantled by the military and thrown into the furnace for destruction."

"This kind of thing can flow into the civilian market. Today's Terra Federation has no honor at all. It is so corrupt and depraved that it can't be saved!" Old Jon shook his head helplessly. He was very disappointed, as if his military medals Stained:

"It must be that the military and the people who dismantled the factory are colluding and want to sell it to make a fortune. No wonder those companies are flocking to it."

"I keep this hot potato myself."

Roy wrapped the chip with a cotton handkerchief, moving gently, as if wrapping a bomb, and carefully placed it in his pocket.Buttoned up:

"Okay, I folded the mirror back, the light is really dazzling, it's so humble, poor ghosts have to second-hand to bask in the sun."

"Poor ghost?" Downey kicked away the box on the ground, and the dazzling golden light reflected:

"We still cry poor when we have gold bricks, but we are rich."

"Fatty, it's not yours, the big money is someone else." Ferguson choked.

"That's true. We're just taking care of it. It's itching to see it."

Roy looked at the dazzling gold bricks in the box and sighed:
"Flying in a windfall... the gold from a wrong source has brought disaster to everyone, I have no face to be such a rich man."

"What's there to be guilty of? That's your money, brother." Ferguson said.

"That's right, why don't you take the money you earned by working your life!" Downey added.

The golden light made Roy dizzy, feeling the weight of gold on his shoulders, making him overwhelmed:

"Anyway, the boat ticket is already bought. Seeing this will only make me feel tired."

He kicked the lid off, unwilling to look any further.

"What is it, boy, do these gold bricks scare you?" asked Old Jon.

"It's not fear, it's shame."

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Ferguson said. He touched the part of his artificial liver transplantation, which meant that Roy would not forget his brother when he got rich. At least he was very grateful.

Roy sat down on the box containing the gold bricks, buried his head between his knees, closed his eyes, scratched his fingernails deeply into his hair, and made a low and tired voice:

"Money! Money!
Money is a good thing!

Bought health (artificial organs),

Bought hope (immigration boat ticket),
Maybe one day, scientists who study psionics will have a breakthrough, and even souls can be bought by then, and entrepreneurs will really be able to rule the galaxy at that time. "

Old Jon watched the child he had grown up with, and saw something different in his eyes.

(Good boy, after experiencing so much, he finally grew up.)
Roy looked at Susan:

"The Masked Knights are fighting for justice and for the well-being of the people of York City.

As for me, a vulgar little citizen, I just want to abandon everyone and escape here.

I am ashamed, shameless,
Especially in front of a selfless person like Syndra the ape, he couldn't hold his head up at all. "

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, everyone has the right to pursue happiness." Susan smiled gratifiedly:

"If the boss hears you say that, he will definitely be very relieved. We are such a group of idiots who live alone.

The marginalized people who are excluded from the mainstream culture,
Holding on to my share on this dying planet,
old-fashioned,

justice. "

"It was I who took the money, caused disasters, and harmed everyone."

"No, Roy, you overestimate yourself, you are a lonely boat in the ocean, you can only let the waves beat you,

In front of capital, everyone is the same,
They are all ants. "

Downey and Ferguson picked up the shotguns: "Good buddy, no matter how big the trouble is, we will support you!"

Old Jon stroked his gray beard lightly: "I am an old man, I don't have much ambition, I just want to protect the neighborhood, protect the neighbors in the neighborhood, and let those entrepreneurs' eagle dogs know that the old dog still has a few teeth. "

Susan put on a black cat mask and became a superhero "Black Cat Knight":
"The Yorktown Avengers will always be loyal to the citizens,"

"Everyone..." Roy's eyes were a little moist, and he didn't know what to say. An elegant fragrance poured into his nostrils. It was Anna hugging him:

"Honey, life or death, we will never be apart."

"Be ready to deal with threats at any time." Looking at the boxes full of weapons on the ground, the black cat said:

"I can't go back home. Before boarding the ship, hide here first. I will teach you how to protect yourself."

Donnie glanced at Old Jon: "If you say that, the old man will be very upset."

"That's right, we also have a veteran of the Terra Federation, old man, let me borrow your collection."

"Just use it, it's all my private collection." Old Jon had a good impression of the masked vigilante, and readily agreed: "I guessed a long time ago that you are a subordinate of the ape-man Syndra, and you are trustworthy."

"Boss has a great reputation and is our role model."

The black cat used a crowbar to pry open the crate, took out the parts of the heavy sniper rifle, and called Anna to his side:
"Good sister, let's assemble a big toy."

(End of this chapter)