death of hope

Chapter 84 "Corporate Warrior" (1) The captain's troubles
A silver-painted Haiyan II shuttle ended its warp space voyage and began to fly with conventional power.

The pilot avoids the accident-prone asteroid field and starts to accelerate, and in the cockpit, the corporate fighters gossiping.

"It's unlucky to have such a taciturn captain, so boring!"

"Can't blame him, interstellar travel is boring."

"Everyone chatted about the day and time passed quickly, but this stinky captain didn't even fart, and just fell asleep all the way."

"This guy, in his previous life, was probably a very sleep-deprived insomniac."

"Shh!

Tanning, you are tired of working, be careful he hears you and beats you! "

"Don't worry, that guy sleeps like a dead pig, he can't hear it."

"The captain of the previous training camp was either nervous or excited before performing the task. What kind of trouble is he sleeping like this?"

"I have bought enough insurance, so I have nothing to fear. In our business, isn't it for the family to exchange their lives for money?"

"Look at the Confederate Medal on his chest. It's golden. He must be a veteran. Maybe he's a hero who has been reported by TV."

"Hero shit! That medal must be an imitation, wearing it for comparison. The craftsman at the stall in my hometown sells such inferior imitations for [-] cents each."

"5 cents? Come on! This workmanship is too exquisite, I think it looks like the real thing."

"I'm sure it's a fake."

"Hehe, don't you agree? How about we take a gamble?"

"Just bet, it's one tala coin."

"Hush! Don't be BB! The ugly man is awake!"

Captain Lynch stretched, yawned, raised his tired eyelids,

Falcon-like golden pupils surveyed the surroundings.

The cabin of the shuttle is shaking slightly, the parts are rattling, and all the fully armed recruits are firmly fixed on the seats by the clamps, and all of them are looking at themselves eagerly——

(Like a group of bear children looking at an albino, ugly gorilla through a cage...)
Made him feel very uncomfortable.

Lynch coughed and cleared his throat: "What, the plane broke down?"

Sniper Tan Ning said: "The plane is fine, we are just bored and talking about it."

"Why are you looking at me? What's so good about my ugly face? If you feel bored, turn on the media player, watch TV shows, listen to songs, whatever you want to do."

After all, Captain Lynch was about to continue sleeping when he was stopped by a voice:
"Sir, actually... we were talking about you just now."

It was Dixon, the heavy machine gunner who spoke, a beefy lad from a farm, by his red neck and big gnarled hands.

Lynch looked at him with some doubts: "Why are you talking about me?"

"We're talking about your medal, sir. It's not a copy, is it?"

Lynch had often heard similar questions before, and was already annoyed by the questions, so he answered casually:

"This is true."

"Ah? Are you sure?"

Seeing that he was about to lose a dollar, Scout Norris said unwillingly, "But I think...it really looks like a fake."

Captain Lynch turned the medal over, pointed to the digital stamp on the back and said:
"This is a Purple Heart Medal of Honor minted by the Federation Legion of Terra in 1980, numbered 01162, awarded by Colonial Marshal Crusiai to Warrant Officer Lynch of the Advance Battalion of the 13th Legion, that is, me."

"Purple Heart Medal of Honor? That's a rarity, sir, are you serious?"

"If you don't believe me, you can log on to the official website of the Terra military to check. There is a video record of the award at that time."

"Haha! Easy Money! I would like to bet and admit defeat!" Communication soldier Mary held out her palm.

"Hmph!" Norris reluctantly took out a steel coin and threw it into the opponent's hand:

"You must have investigated in advance."

"I won't be so tasteless, I just guessed."

The subordinates actually used their chiefs as a tool for gambling. In the corporate warrior culture with a strict military rank system, the chiefs would be furious under normal circumstances.

And Captain Lynch just frowned slightly, showing no sign of anger at all:
"Entertain yourselves, I want to sleep for a while."

"Wait, I have a question, sir."

Mary pocketed the coin and asked expectantly, "Tell me, what's the matter with the scar on your face?"

The cockpit quickly fell silent, and the question raised by the communicator was also what the other recruits in the spaceship wanted to know.

Lynch had the classic ugly face of an old movie villain, with a square skull, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and a broad forehead. The nose had obviously been broken and reconnected countless times, and the bridge of the nose was crooked.

His skin was tanned to a wheat color, and the bumps and hollows were as rough as sandpaper. It made people feel that there was no good place except for the beard and scars.

The scariest scar stretched from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his mouth, like a death rift across the wasteland.

The suture marks on the scar are clearly visible, as if they were directly nailed with a stapler.
Coupled with his rotten teeth yellowed by cigarette smoke and the dense acne on his nose, Lynch's unhandsome and generous face became even more terrifying and vicious.

The worst was the family visit, when an officer's young daughter burst into tears at the sight of Lynch, something that would have collapsed for anyone else.

Fortunately, Lynch is a nervous and reckless man. He has been single for thousands of years, and his life is sloppy, his behavior is rude, and he doesn't care what others think of him.

"This scar...is from a war wound." He said lightly.

This answer obviously did not satisfy the questioner:
"Captain, are you... you are so bored with us new recruits, you don't even bother to say a word."

"That's not true. I never hated you. I'm introverted and taciturn. Everyone in the company knows it."

"But you talk a lot when you chat with the aunt in the cafeteria, and Uncle John from the logistics department. You often drink together and chat all night."

Lynch covered his forehead helplessly: "You... how long have you been following me..."

"From the time we finished our internship and entered the team."

"Okay...just treat it as the fact that I hate you, love whatever you want, just don't disturb my rest."

Scout Norris suddenly shouted, "Sir, I want to report!"

Lynch was shocked: "Report what?"

"Secretary Marie has a crush on you. She said in private that she likes a tall and strong uncle like you, who is as strong as a bear!"

"Bullshit!"

The communications soldier's fair face instantly turned red to the base of his neck: "I like uncle? I... I never said that at all!

And... I... I... I have a boyfriend!Even if I were looking for it, I wouldn't...ah...sorry...sir. "

(No matter how hard you look, you won't find an old and sloppy ugly man like me, right?) Lynch thought to himself, and didn't care at all.

(End of this chapter)