death of hope

Chapter 240 "Corporate Warrior" (156) Battlefield Trauma

The famous Murphy's Law mainly includes four aspects:
1. Nothing is as simple as it seems;
2. Everything will take longer than you expected;
3. Things that can go wrong will always go wrong;

4. If you worry about something happening, it's more likely to happen.

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Captain Marcus Lynch, who has never had health or mental problems for many years after retiring from the army, finally failed to escape the attack of battlefield sequelae:

A neon-style sashimi stall in the food street. The selling point of this store is freshness, live fish and crabs are freshly killed. Foodies like Sigdelifa must not miss it.

The chef was wearing a loose blue kimono with his sleeves rolled up, and the sharp boning knife in his hand was constantly scraping against the whetstone, making a piercing metallic sound.

Lying on the cutting board was a slender saury, the light blue scales had a metallic luster, and the eyes were not cloudy yet, all thanks to the latest refrigeration preservation technology.

The guests took pictures with various electronic devices, and watching the decomposition of ingredients is also a great pleasure of enjoying Japanese cuisine.

First bow to the guests, turn on the faucet to rinse the mucus attached to the fish scales, and cut off the head and tail of the fish the moment the faucet is turned off.

Pressing the side lightly with the palm of his hand, he slashed open the abdomen, and the tip of the knife lightly picked out the internal organs and threw them into the sink.

The guests watched with gusto, but Lynch felt a little unwell, and even he himself didn't know why, it was indescribably disgusting and uncomfortable.

(This feels like...it shouldn't be like this? I usually watch killing fish, and I have seen slaughtering cattle and sheep, and on the battlefield...)
The moment I thought of the battlefield, everything became clear. Sweat rolled down my forehead, my ears began to ring, and the noise of the snack street gradually turned into the sound of shells exploding and bullets passing through the air.

The stalls, chefs, cutting boards, and saury in front of him were all gone, and a muddy trench was vaguely seen.

(The enemy has sneaked into position 11. These aliens, the Kalagans, are good at hiding their whereabouts, have superb optical camouflage technology, and top-notch noise reduction weapons. They like to kill opponents with cold weapons.)
Sigurdriefa noticed the sweat on his forehead, took out a napkin to wipe it off, and whispered:

"what happened to you?"

"I'm fine..." he lied.

"Your eyes are blurred and you're sweating. It's not hot right now." Sigurdriffa glanced suspiciously, and his attention was quickly attracted by the chef.

The Japanese knives have reached the most eye-catching step, and the distinction between the master and the apprentice is usually at this point, and the guests all hold their breath.

With all his attention, the chef cut down the fish cleanly, separated the fish bones from the fish meat, and began the delicate work of arranging the dishes.

"Great!"

"Fuck X! Bull X!"

Some people whistled, some clapped their hands, and more people began to put wasabi and soy sauce, ready to enjoy saury sashimi.

Sigurdriefa was almost in tears from the mustard, turned her head, and found that Lynch's whole body was frozen like an ice sculpture, and his eyes were fixed on the fish bones on the cutting board.

"Hey... Hey! Why don't you eat?"

She would not know what kind of terrifying memory scene appeared in Lynch's heart:

(They catch Private Fram, badly wounded,
The Kalagan star people have a sworn hatred with humans, because the human federation fleet bombed their beautiful home planet two years ago, the temples in the holy land were burned, and the remains of the saints were turned into ashes. How can the fanatical Kalagan believers give up!

……

They used an alien video camera to record all this cruelty, and stayed in the most conspicuous position of the position. When we came to support, they all watched this bloody and cruel "work".

Johnny the Mad Dog, Oleg...we all saw it, we heard it all. "

Mad Johnny picked up Fram's only possession: a wireless communicator that showed 16 missed calls, 19 from his mother and 17 from his wife. )
When Lynch left this nightmare and saw the sashimi stall again, the guests had already finished their feast, slapped their buttocks and left, Sigurdriefa shook himself worriedly, and Cupid was licking his trousers :

"Wake up! Wake up! What's wrong with him?"

"It's like falling asleep with your eyes open."

"He's awake, bring him a glass of water!"

The cook seemed to see the truth, and whispered to her:
"My brother participated in the war, and he was in this situation, so he couldn't inherit the family's craftsmanship. Your boyfriend has a brain problem. I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

"Fuck you! You are sick!"

She cursed hysterically, pulled up Lynch who had just regained consciousness with her right hand, grabbed the dog leash with her left hand, and walked away. The boss and the guys were all shocked, and the pedestrians in the food street also avoided.

After walking to a secluded corner, he stopped. Lynch had fully recovered, and said apologetically.

"Sorry to embarrass you."

"What happened to you?"

"I don't know what's wrong. Last time I ate this, I was fine. I had hallucinations when my eyes went dark." Lynch sighed: "Perhaps, I should really see a doctor. Let's break up."

"No...no...no! Don't say that word again! If you say it again, I'll smash you to death with a Burmese head hammer! Get it!"

"Okay..." Lynch looked at the beautiful and angry face in surprise: "Sig... it's the first time I saw you scolding the street, it's just... like a shrew..."

"The boss said you were sick."

"He was right."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Sigurdlifa covered her ears, stomped her feet and shouted, scaring the puppy Cupid enough.

"Okay, stop making trouble, let's go back and rest."

Along the way, the two talked less and each had worries in their hearts. Passing by the central garden they had been to before, a little girl kicked a football into the flowers, with a sad face on her hips, and her friends were blaming her.

Lynch walked into the flowers without a word and picked up the football in his big rough hands like a potato.

"Thank you...thank you uncle!" The children ran to play football.

"Hahaha!" Sigurdlifa covered his face and smiled: "You are crazy! That is a rose bush! Your pants are rotten and your hands are bleeding!"

"Such a kind boyfriend, isn't it worth a kiss?"

As soon as Sigurdriefa closed her eyes, she heard the miserable barking of dogs,
Out of nowhere, a large dog with no leash came out and bit Cupid's hind legs, and the small watch dogs were powerless to resist.

Once again, his eyes went dark, and he thought of Xiaoha, the demining dog in the company, who was being bitten by a six-legged monster.
Military dogs, like people, have military ranks and are treated as comrades-in-arms.

So, Captain Marcus Lynch did what he should do. He hugged the alien monster's neck and broke its cervical spine.

"God! Let go! What are you doing!"

After a burst of screams...the central garden instantly became clean...the children playing football were so frightened that they didn't even want the football and the plastic goal, and even their parents were scared away.

Lynch woke up with a dazed look on his face, Sigurd Lifa was shaking his shoulders,

There was a gray-haired old lady who was crying bitterly while hugging a big dog. Cupid's hind legs left only shallow tooth marks, and he wagged his tail and licked his shoes.

In the distance came the sound of sirens.

(End of this chapter)