death of hope

Chapter 266 "Enterprise Warrior" (182) Despair and Madness
"I became depressed, depressed, and started drinking. Although Zenia never complained,

But I know that even if cancer cells spread, there are ways to remedy them.

It's because I'm not good at earning money. In this world, it's the original sin for a man to have no money.

She could marry a rich man based on her looks, but she chose me...

After waking up from a hangover, I began to calm down and think of a solution. If the treatment is conservative, the cost of targeted therapy is not low.
But at least life expectancy can be extended a lot, which requires long-term financial support, even if I work 20 hours a day, it is not enough to pay.

I borrowed it from my relatives and friends, and offended everyone I could offend, but poor ghosts only know poor ghosts. The economy in the town is in a downturn, and everyone is poor. Whoever helps whom, the result is that the social circle is slow. Slowly all were blacked out.

I have no choice but to mortgage the house left by my parents.

Together with the hard-earned savings, I purchased the trust fund products of McMillan Company,

At that time, the fund manager vowed,

Metaverse is a sunrise industry. Technology stocks have a daily limit, and you can get high dividends every year. If you take a gamble, you will enter the middle class!
I was moved and signed the contract, but I didn't know that this was the beginning of all disasters.

It was not bad at the beginning, and the fund income was transferred to the account on time at the end of each year.
Plus I work hard to make enough money to pay for conservative treatments, pay off the mortgage, and buy Zenia her favorite matcha cake with some spare cash.

Later, you all know,

The metaverse concept stock bubble burst, it was a well-designed Ponzi scheme, and the new Frankfurt high-tech sector was full of green figures. I reacted fairly quickly and planned to terminate the contract in time to stop losses.
But... these bastards! "

Having said that, Bellwood suddenly stood up,

He kicked a hostage's ass violently, kicking the chubby fund manager against the wall, his scalp was scratched and bleeding, Lynch and others became nervous, pointing guns to guns at the terrorists .

"These bastards in uniform! They manipulate the financial market! Deliberately short to entrap retail investors!
The trust fund contract cannot be terminated. A week later, I have lost all my money and owe a large sum of money to the bank!
In the next few months, every time we came to discuss the explanation, we were kicked out by the security guards of McMillan’s company.
There are many people in the metallurgical union who are in the same situation as me. They began to organize demonstrations and protests.

In order to maintain the high cost of targeted therapy, I used up my last savings and even sold my mother's necklace.

I was included in the list of untrustworthy persons, and my consumption was restricted. The collection letters for mortgage loans came one after another, and my brothers and sisters also cut off contact with me.

It's like invisible hands strangling my neck, making it hard to breathe...

until one morning,
People from the bank brought people from the city hall and the police station, and a mighty team of dozens of people knocked on my door.

I can't be kicked out, how can a cancer patient live on the street?
The people from the bank wanted to forcefully remove the furniture, and Zenia was crying... like a tearful person...

I swore to protect her,
lifetime.

But I broke my promise...

Financial investment is a game controlled by big shots, and a small citizen like me can only use my life as my pawn.

So, I took a big gulp of whiskey, took out the dusty M92F pistol from the cabinet, and fired half a shuttle at the roof. This was obviously more effective than words, and the countless noisy mouths fell silent instantly.

I said to the moving company, put down my shoe cabinet, don't force me to kill you.

Guess what, those bastards are scared!

Frightened to roll and crawl,
An hour later, the armored vehicles of the National Guard came, and the SWAT guys,

This is for real, they surrounded the house in black combat uniforms with automatic rifles, the leader shouted on a trumpet, asking me to surrender.

Just when I was about to throw up my hands and go out,
I saw the half-closed door of the room, walked in, my soul was frozen,

Kicked down chair, my lovely Zenia...

Around her long neck was a rope,
Hanging on the beams of the old house, her pretty face has been bruised from suffocation,

tongue out,
Foaming at the mouth.

I snapped the rope with a single shot and tried in vain to rouse her with artificial respiration,

too late,
It's all my fault that I lost control of my emotions and just yelled and cursed.He didn't pay attention to the noises in the house.

Holding the cold corpse, kneeling on the floor and praying, God, help me!
But there is no heaven in the sky,

There is no God, no savior!

some just

Air……

The SWAT people rushed into the house and tied me up. Just as I was beaten and about to be dragged out, I saw a note on the ground, which was Zenia's handwriting,

I begged, wanted to take a look, and the SWAT captain agreed.

It was written with the pen I gave her, the Parker pen I gave her with my first military pay:
You know, Bell,

I fell in love with you 15 years ago when my dad scolded you for kicking a football into my yard.

— See you in the next life,
I don't want to be a burden,

Zenia Almanovna Medvedeva.

"

After being imprisoned for half a year, I was freed, but this freedom was meaningless. I was heavily in debt and homeless.

It was cold, and I was still shivering in my factory clothes, wandering around town like a zombie, I went to the cemetery, but I couldn't find where Zenia was.

The old man who watched the graves told me that because of the monopoly of real estate giants, the price of cemeteries has skyrocketed, and some original cemeteries have been moved to churches and temples.

When I lost all hope and climbed to the top of the water tower, ready to jump off,
People from the Metallurgical Industry Federation found me,
They said that they got a batch of arms from the black market and were going to make a big deal, and those financial fraudsters would have to pay the price.

They have no leader, they need a professional leader, ask me if I would like to.

I say,

Yes, I have fought for several years!

Here, great hero of the Spartan company,
This is how I went from an armored soldier to a metallurgist to a terrorist.

How do you feel?
"

Johnny Blazer stubbed out a second cigarette and spat on the hostage's head:
"Rough! For a second, I really want to do it with you!"

(End of this chapter)