death of hope

Chapter 267 "Corporate Warrior" (183) Muscle Weakness
"Old company commander!" Lynch said uneasily, "Beware that walls have ears! Even if the building's monitoring system is down, our team's channel may be tapped by the FBI."

"Just kidding, you kid is so nervous!"

Only he dared to talk to Lynch like this, Johnny Blazer stuck out his tongue playfully,
He is this kind of sloppy uncle with an unpredictable personality. Sometimes he is wild and unruly, and sometimes he can maintain principles, always catching opponents and teammates off guard.

"Bellwood's indiscriminate killing of innocents has been officially defined as a terrorist, and the case will never be overturned. Although I am a wine putty, brother, I can still tell the good from the bad."

Hearing this, Lynch finally calmed down. For this nervous old company commander, he respected and feared at the same time. He was afraid that he would really do something out of the ordinary and kill everyone if his brain got hot.

Bellwood Elfast showed regret: "Johnny, we used to fight side by side, so it must be like this!" He said to his subordinates: "Aim!"

The terrorists pointed their guns at the hostages, as well as the intruding corporate soldiers and mercenaries,
Those around Bellwood are all core members of the New Frankfurt Metallurgical Workers Union,
Belonging to the kind of fighters who are not stingy, not afraid of any challenge, and have received military training to the desired level,
From the posture of the gun to the layout of the station, they are very professional. Compared with ordinary terrorists, they are much more difficult to deal with.

They did not know where to collect a batch of excellent munitions. The high-energy plasma beam rifles they were equipped with were enough to penetrate armor, and they would not lose the wind in a frontal firefight. Bellwood's confidence came from this.

"Johnny, Johnny, I've been worshiping you as a hero for so many years, but it's a pity that you are stubborn and insist on working for the rotten Federation... After all, we are not the same people."

"You made a mistake, Brother Bell. It was you who took the initiative to stand on the opposite side of the majority of people. Wherever terrorism is, everyone will call for beating."

"Financial fraudsters, those who eat people without spit out their bones, they are to blame."

Johnny is empty-handed, and facing the black hole of the gun, he is also unafraid:

"Bellwood, man, your experience is worthy of everyone's tears of sympathy,

But, think about it, if everyone wreaks havoc like this, the world will be in such a mess.

People need bread more than justice,
Even if this order is unjust and ugly, it is better than total chaos. "

"Hmph, Johnny, Johnny, what a hero, he's just a stubborn old man at the mercy of others."

Negotiations failed, and Bellwood Elfast raised his high-caliber revolver and moved the muzzle to Johnny the Mad Dog's head.

The bullet nest is loaded with 6 .357 caliber full-power Magnum pistol bullets with depleted uranium armor-piercing warheads,
Any one shot can easily penetrate the Kevlar bulletproof helmet and shatter the entire skull.

"Today, we will all die." Bell's eyes were full of despair.

Johnny stared at the muzzle of the gun and said, "There are only two types of people in the Spartan company, the dead and the dying."

Johnny Blazer spent half his life on the battlefield, his body was splattered with the blood and brains of his enemies and comrades-in-arms, he no longer regarded himself as a living person, and every day he lived was earned.

"Goodbye, big hero."

Bellwood tightened his index finger and wanted to pull the trigger, but his finger didn't listen.
He suddenly felt that his muscles were paralyzed, he couldn't use his strength, and his breathing became weak. Johnny was laughing at him, it was so annoying.

In an instant, the hostages, as well as the terrorists wearing hoods, fell limply to the ground, like piles of mud.

There is an imperceptible smell in the air, which tastes like a very faint tea aroma.

"What...how...what happened..."

Bellwood stood still with astonishing willpower, staggered and managed not to fall,

The heavy Magnum revolver could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Johnny walked over unhurriedly, bent down and picked up the pistol, rubbing it in his hand and playing with it. "Good thing, this thing is a rare commodity, so I just accept it."

"You actually poisoned...you!"

"Catch the terrorists now! Quickly! Protect the safety of the hostages!"

As soon as Marcus Lynch gave an order, the mercenaries and corporate fighters swarmed up, kicked away the guns on the ground, and tied up the exhausted terrorist tightly.

"Old company commander! You fooled your own people! It's too much! Why didn't you communicate in advance! It's just nonsense!"

Lynch was obviously angry. He and Sigdrifa, the two big men, carried a hostage in each hand, as if they were carrying a kitten, and laid them flat on the corner of the corridor.

"Turn on the exhaust fan and vent the remaining air out of the building!"

The mercenaries checked the living conditions of the hostages, and then stuffed white pills into the hostages' mouths to help them chew them up.

"Bastard... When exactly..."

Bellwood felt that he was incontinent to urinate, and all the muscles in his body were in a relaxed state. He still insisted on not falling down, and tried his best to maintain the last self-esteem.

"This smell... hypnotic gas? Damn it! What the hell is... when..."

"New carfentanil 5% dilution solvent, a non-lethal hypnotic preparation, can also be used as an analgesic for surgery, surrender, Brother Bell, you and your subordinates will receive a fair trial."

Crazy Johnny picked up the cigarette case and poured out two Camel cigarettes, only then did Bell see the clue,
Cigarette filters are slightly different in color, two of which are dark brown,
It turned out that when Johnny lit a cigarette, the poisonous gas had already filled the room. The corporate soldiers wore helmets, and the mercenaries had electronic filters in their noses and mouths. Only terrorists and hostages were overwhelmed by the drugs.

Mad Dog Johnny, who seems silly and careless, has actually figured everything out.

(This old fox!) Bellwood was itching with hatred.

(End of this chapter)