death of hope

Chapter 140 "The Corporate Warrior" (56) New Brisbane
Lynch's taxi drove straight into the city,

The stalkers followed, into the heart of New Brisbane's CBD.

This is one of the earliest alien cities colonized by humans on a large scale. It has been pioneering and operating for more than a hundred years. Now it has developed into an industrial, commercial and service center in the star area.
High-rise buildings with hundreds of floors are lined up, just in time for the evening rush hour after get off work, and there are people in a hurry everywhere beside the subway station.

(It’s the first time I’ve come here...unexpectedly...it’s such a metropolis...)
Sigurd Lifa obviously underestimated the prosperity of New Brisbane and felt very small;

(I hate big cities. If you don't have money, you don't always feel safe in such places.)
The taxi driver didn't know what was going on in her mind, he only saw the "big sister underworld" press the electric window,

She thought she was going to take out a submachine gun from her bag and shoot a round of bullets at some unlucky guy, she shrunk her neck in fright, but fortunately that didn't happen, the "big sister of the underworld" seemed to just want to see the scenery and take a breath.

Sigurdriefa lowered the window, took off her sunglasses, glanced at the panicked driver in front of her, and showed a smirk.

(Look at scaring this guy, it seems that the law and order here is not very good.)
She raised her head and looked at the darkening sky, where giant airships with huge mascara advertisements were floating among the buildings.

Looking back to the road, the sidewalk is full of rubbish, a group of tattooed teenagers dance around the stereo, and the burning trash can emits a burnt stench.

Many pedestrians wear masks, even gas masks,
It took human beings less than 100 years to turn this once pure green planet into a miasma.

On the flight, Sigurdlifa has read the local natural environment overview on related websites,
Large furniture companies deforestation the local vegetation, the tropical rainforest is almost destroyed, soil erosion is serious, and disasters such as mountain torrents and mudslides will occur from time to time.

Sandstorms are a routine program every week. If the air pollution level is lower than level 5, the news host will be as happy as New Year's Day.

Sigurd Lifa is not the kind of extreme environmentalist,
But the sight in front of me is hard to be liked. The huge urban greening is a mess, and even the face project is not done well. It is rare to see that a few trees and grass are all clumsy plastic imitations.

(A hundred years ago, our ancestors came here, frantically plundered natural resources, killed all alien aborigines, ignited industrial fires, and turned green water and green mountains into reinforced concrete cages...

As a critic said, human beings are a plague to the galaxy...)
There was a loud bang, pulling her back from her thoughts.

A drunk man reversed his car and ran into a fire hydrant, and the high-pressure water jet shot up instantly, forming a puddle after a while. A group of children were playing in the water, and the traffic police blew their whistles to drive away the adults watching.

Lynch's taxi was also blocked in front, the harsh siren and horn, and the impatient scolding of the drivers flooded into the eardrums at the same time, the familiar, strong atmosphere of the city.

Even before the setting sun set, the holographic advertisements hundreds of meters high and the dazzling neon lights were dazzlingly bright.

"Hey, uncle, come to play?"

A group of young girls stood on the side of the street and posed,
They wore simple clothes, fishnet stockings, heavy makeup, thin cigarettes in their mouths,
His eyes were full of fatigue and dullness.

One can tell at a glance that these women have become addicted to hallucinogens and are hopeless. They can only rely on selling themselves to survive. in the rental house.

This is what she hates the most, Sigurd Lifa clenched her fists;

(Oh my god...those bitches...poor hateful guys...get a job!
You must not degenerate into that... to pay off the loan, and then restore the family glory...)
long traffic jam,

Numbing taxi drivers and passengers alike,
Before she knew it, she fell asleep. She had no choice but to be too tired.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter which class she was in, Sigdrifa was the most competitive one.
For her dreams, she is often looked down upon by others. No one is willing to accept a girl like her who is full of bitterness and hatred. She has always been excluded by her friends.
It wasn't until he grew up a bit, and became taller and more beautiful, that he was sought after by teenagers.

She is proud and arrogant, she doesn't look down on them at all, those teenagers full of hormones are just greedy for her body,
As the humanistic environment of the Terra Federation gradually deteriorated, bad money drove out good money, and people's hearts became impetuous and shallow.

When she was studying hard with a full scholarship, those college students from wealthy families had become vulgar and depraved,
Everyone is worse than bad, waiting for their parents to spend money to find a relationship to find a idle job for themselves, to eat and wait until they die.

Whether it's the classroom, dormitory, or library, everyone is chatting about boring celebrity gossip, only she is watching the news and paying attention to the war between humans and aliens.

Many students became addicted to hallucinogens before graduation, or squandered their family property. Their aesthetics and hobbies completely ran counter to her.

In such pain and suffering, day after day, until she graduated from university, she never found a confidant she could confide in.

For the honor and hope in my heart, in order not to degenerate into those bitches on the street...

She studied hard, exercised hard, and made herself exhausted. She suffered from severe insomnia, and sometimes, she even suspected that she was suffering from depression.

The slightly shaking taxi was like a cradle, leaning on the dirty cushion, snoring and taking a nap.

"Hey, sister, wake up, I think... that guy is almost there."

"Ah... ah?"

Hearing the driver's voice, Sigurdlifa woke up suddenly, and because she was too tall, her head hit the roof of the car.

Rubbing his sleepy light gray eyes, he realized that it was completely dark.
The car has already left the central area of ​​the CBD, and came to a place between the urban area and the suburbs. Through the dim street lights, we can see the poverty and dilapidation here.

Looking ahead, Lynch's car has slowed down. It is estimated that the driver is looking at the navigation. After all, there are no landmark buildings here, so it is difficult to locate.

"Big sister... the car in front stopped, and a big, hunky man got off, good guy... taller than you...."

Sigurdriefa lowered her voice: "Stay away from him, don't be spotted, okay... right here, pull over."

Pushing open the car door, she glanced at the meter in front of the driver,
I saw a colored photo pinned next to the meter, which was a group photo of the driver and his elderly parents. Looking at the environment in the photo, we knew that the family must not be well off.

Sigurdlifa looked vicious and cruel, but in fact she was very soft-hearted. She took out a crumpled banknote from her shriveled wallet and threw it on the driver's lap:

"Here, that's all, enough fuel, right?"

"Ah? You are..."

The driver froze for two seconds, then raised his head and smiled. He was very lucky to save his life, and he was even more pleasantly surprised if he didn't make the trip in vain:
"Enough! Enough gas money!

There are not many people on the road who are so particular about you!admire!admire!I don't know which gang you are from... In short, I wish you good luck! "

Because of the poor law and order in the nearby neighborhoods, the driver stepped on the accelerator and fled away in fear of encountering a gang fight.

Looking at the taxi speeding away, Lynch turned his head and glanced sideways, not paying too much attention.

"This idiot... almost got me discovered! He shouldn't have given him money..." Sigdrifa cursed in a low voice, then pulled his hood tight and followed.

Lynch put his backpack across his chest, put his hands in the pockets, and walked along the dark alley,
A group of vagrants in filthy clothes were squatting on the side of the road with wine bottles in their hands. Seeing Lynch avoiding him one after another, this vicious big man didn't seem to be a good person at first glance.

(End of this chapter)