death of hope

Chapter 63 "Flying Windfall" (63) Calm

The York City News Station broadcast the emergency. The host wore heavy makeup and a dull expression. He was obviously familiar with all this:
"Violence and bloodshed in Spice Street,

The city's two major gangs, the "Hessian Family" and the "Gyukshin Group" met on the street.
The gun battle and fighting with weapons lasted for half an hour, and the two sides even used drones and rocket launchers.

Three buildings were reduced to rubble, including a museum of medieval history. Professionals were clearing rubble from the scene. The number of casualties was unknown.

According to eyewitnesses, this was a battle that hurt both sides, and neither of the two major gangs took advantage.

Next, we invite our guest, sociology professor and current affairs critic, Mr. Jack, to have a few words on this. "

An angry bald old man appeared on the screen:
"What a disgrace! Our city has been turned into a battleground for gangs. Citizens huddled in their homes and shivering. Where did the children go to play? There are only limbs and bullet casings in the streets!"

Susan turned down the TV volume and jumped up happily:
"Oh Yeah! (Oh Yeah!)"

She kissed Donny's fat face vigorously:

"The plan was successful, and the fools were playing around."

"We have to celebrate!" Downey opened a bottle of champagne: "Cheers to the York City Avengers!"

"Fatty! That's my best bottle of wine! Don't even ask me!" Ferguson said angrily.

"It's all open anyway, what's the trouble, cheapskate!"

Looking at the burning buildings on the TV screen, the samurai swords and corpse fragments scattered on the street, Roy was terrified and trembling all over.

He is a local, knows the rules of the road,

Last weekend, an environmental columnist had his throat slit while lying in his family's bathtub.

The reason is that she wrote an article criticizing the factory's unrestrained pollution discharge, exposing the city's Environmental Protection Association's inaction, and their scandal of accepting bribes.

There is such an unwritten rule, everyone knows it well,
In York City, on Terra, the home planet of mankind, if you stand in the way of a big businessman, you must die.

But now, I am unknowingly stepping into the footsteps of environmental columnists, with the scythe of death hanging above my neck, and I can feel the murderous aura.

Roy is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of hurting his lover and friends. To be honest, he regrets the cooperation he promised before.

Honestly hand over the chip, maybe there is still a way to survive,

The York City Avengers tricked the two major gangs into fighting in their own name.
The heroism that has been accumulated so hard is worthless in the face of fear, and it all evaporates:

"Susan, you're baiting great white sharks, and there are two of them at once."

"It's dangerous, but it's also exciting, isn't it?"

"Stimulation? I think it's playing with my life!"

"You're scared, Roy."

"I'm afraid! Teasing them like this, is it okay if you get in a hurry?"

"They're still in the dark."

"That's only temporary. Be careful that the shark jumps onto the fishing boat and eats us all, leaving no bones left!"

"You're scared, Roy."

She repeated, Susan took a sip of champagne, looking nonchalant:

"I've long been used to the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife. If I'm afraid of death, why would I be a masked vigilante?"

"You're not afraid, but I'm afraid. There are two days left before boarding the ship. I don't want to cause more trouble."

This time, even his good buddy Ferguson clicked his tongue and said:

"Hey, Roy, it's really embarrassing to show weakness in front of women."

"Damn! I'm only telling the truth,

I'm just a battery factory operator with a hard background, and I'm just a petty citizen who is greedy for life and afraid of death. "

"You didn't say that before watching the news."

"I had some courage before, but now I'm discouraged, it's that simple!."

"It is a kind of courage to dare to admit one's timidity."

Susan put down her glass; and said, half accusingly:
"At a time when our people are fighting in every corner of the city for a just cause, and we're taking down entrepreneur-funded candidates, York needs a good mayor.

The city couldn't help tossing,

Pollution needs to be cured, corruption needs to be punished, and poor people at the bottom need living security.
We want to work on this, sorry Roy, we didn't want to involve you in this. "

Anna patted Roy on the back lightly: "There's no need for this, Miss Susan...he...he was just a little scared and panicked, so he yelled at you, and he didn't mean anything malicious."

"I apologize to you again, but we did not do well." Susan said.

Under Anna's comfort, Roy calmed down a little, his face full of shame:

"I'm terrified, Susan, and I'm sorry for making such a fuss, yelling at you like a child.

I can't be a superhero, I can't be as selfless as you guys, I... I just want to escape this city. "

"Okay, it's all over, let's resign ourselves to fate!"

Old Jon wiped his artificial leg while talking; "Our old brothers will accompany you."

"There are still two days, and the fate is uncertain." Anna held the cross with one hand, closed her eyes and prayed.

Downey wanted to relieve the tense atmosphere, patted his belly and said:
"Roy, you are really cowardly. I'm not afraid. Let those bastards come. I'm big and have a long health bar, so I won't die easily."

"Return the blood?" Ferguson laughed loudly: "Haha, you have played too many games, you dead fat house!"

Susan's communicator rang, and she glanced at the screen:

"Boss (Ape Man) sent an e-mail and I have to answer him about the situation here."

"It's really troublesome, how good it is to communicate by voice."

Seeing Susan's fingers tap on the screen quickly, Old Jon stood up:
"Young people can type fast, and I have some words to write. It's time to get out of the typewriter."

Downey said casually, "Old man, do you want to write a suicide note?"

Ferguson hit his friend's fat belly: "Fuck you, fat man, don't be so aggressive if you can't talk!"

"I don't have any children. Writing a suicide note is useless. I'll share the rest of the rags with you."

As he said that, Old Jon took out a broken box from under the bed, took out a dusty antique typewriter from it, puffed up his cheeks and blew it, making the room full of dirt.

Ferguson was so choked that he coughed: "Ahem...Old man, what are you doing!"

"write a letter!"

"It's been so many years, and people still write paper letters."

"What do you know, little brat!"

"I suppose it was addressed to Mrs. Oscar."

Old Jon wrinkled his face happily: "Roy is still smart, he guessed right."

Ferguson opened his mouth in shock: "What? Mrs. Oscar?
The old widow at 10 Barrel Street? "

"She was the old man's fiancée when she was young, and the marriage fell through because of her enlistment in the army. Later, she married a tailor, and her marriage was not happy. The old man has always been brooding about this and feels guilty."

"I said, it's the sour smell of love." Ferguson whistled: "Hey! The old man wants some sunset red."

"Little young man, you know a fart." Old Jon put on a new ribbon for the typewriter, clipped a blank paper,
"I have failed her once. I broke my engagement to join the army. She will be worried when the tavern is closed. She must write a letter to let me know."

Anna's and Susan's reactions show that ladies love a responsible man like Old Jon.

"It's really thoughtful." Downey nodded, "My master is a handsome gentleman."

Veterans poke typewriter keys with only their right index finger,

The mechanical parts made a "click click" sound, and the slow typing speed was in stark contrast to Susan who was tapping the screen quickly.

Everyone couldn't help laughing at the way he was typing.

"What are you laughing at, it's not a typing competition, so what are you doing so fast?"

"Old man, the way you type, reminds me of the Tantric Holy Zen Buddhism, where the ascetic monks know a kind of kung fu called One Finger Zen."

"Then I am Two Finger Zen." Anna picked up the glass and took a sip of the lady's champagne:
"When I was working in the battery factory, I tapped the keyboard of the CNC machine tool with two fingers. It looked a little silly, but it was faster than ten fingers of others."

"Practice makes perfect, my dear sister,
It's all the result of hard work, and we've fought all the way to ensure the interests of vulnerable groups like workers. "Susan picked up the wine glass: "To the working people!" "

Anna shot back: "Cheers!"

(End of this chapter)