death of hope

Chapter 307 "Corporate Warrior" (223) Strange City
The Sakura Co., Ltd. building is really too high, and people who take the elevator down and wait are annoying.
Walking out of the glass revolving door, Marcus Lynch looked back and let out a sigh of relief.

There are very few people in this world who can make themselves feel threatened, and "Cold Steel" is one of them.
A highly modified body and an unstable mind are like a ticking time bomb.

(If I were Matsushita Juhei, I would definitely not hire such a person as a bodyguard. Is it too long? If "Cold Steel" is really the son or illegitimate son of the Matsushita family, this matter makes some sense...)
"Dididi!" The ear-piercing car horn woke him up from his thoughts,
A dilapidated Chevrolet with peeling paint was parked on the side of the road, the windows down, and Lynch quickly recognized the driver, even though he was wearing dark glasses.

The driver was dressed like a bad boy from a West Coast gang, a very trendy, dark green short flight jacket, Sennheiser noise-cancelling headphones were a birthday present for her, and a GAP baseball cap couldn’t cover her The long pale golden hair was curled mischievously at the ends and hung on the epaulettes of the coat.

"Didn't you agree, wait for me at the hotel!" He walked over, a little annoyed.

"Don't worry about you, just come." Sigurdlifa took off her sunglasses, her silver-gray eyes were as captivating as ever, and the corner of her mouth mischievously twitched:
"What are you waiting for, get in the car, baby, don't just leave it there!"

"disobedient."

Lynch angrily sat in the co-pilot, put on his seat belt, and found that she was wearing a pair of ripped jeans. In order to vent his anger, he pinched the fair skin exposed by the hole.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"You miser, you are willing to rent a car."

"It's very cheap. This car is old and broken, and it's about to be scrapped, but the interior space is really comfortable. The big sofa-like seat can accommodate the two freaks."

"Since we're here, let's find a hotel to stay in, and wait!" Lynch pressed her hand holding the gear handle, and said with some concern: "I said auntie, let's drive at a leisurely pace, okay?"

"Don't worry, sit tight, Wuhu... take off!"

What Lynch was worried about finally happened.
The deafening noise of the V8 engine of an old muscle car, followed by a puff of rather unfriendly black smoke,
It reached 6 mph in less than 120 seconds, and a strong push back pressed Lynch firmly on the seat. Fortunately, he had expected it and grabbed the handle of the roof.

"Female driver... Hey... This bitch is going crazy and can't be stopped... How will I live in the future..."

"Don't worry, there is no speed limit on this road."

"You think I'm blind! That sign clearly says the speed limit is 80!"

"There is no traffic jam, why drive slowly, there is no notice, and there is no speed detector."

"Tiaozi? Wearing this outfit, you really think of yourself as a street kid."

"You just found out, I'm a rebellious bad boy at heart."

"How bad is it?"

"Very bad." Sigdrifa turned his head and kissed him, then slammed on the gas pedal to 190 mph, and the engine made a rumbling sound:
"Woohoo! Old muscle cars are so cool to drive! Electric cars are for pussies!"

Lynch held on to the armrest pitifully; "Crazy woman, you're talking like you're not a bitch."

Sigurdlifa insisted that an old car should be paired with an old hotel, and she chose a cheap motel to live in. In fact, she was too poor before. Even if Lynch handed her a Citibank credit card, she still couldn't get rid of her stingy habit.

"Are you sure you want to live here? The street is full of drug addicts and gang boys, and the security situation is very bad."

"You and I both grew up in this kind of bad neighborhood. It's good to live in it. Pick and choose."

"I can't beat you... Hey, Sig."

"what?"

"I'm tired, I need a room with a single bed."

"Dream you! Hello, auntie, I want a room on the second floor with a double bed, the cheapest room, no sunlight, I like to live in the shade."

The fat aunt at the front desk of the hotel piled up her fat like a mountain, eating melon seeds and playing crossword puzzles, she didn't even bother to raise her head to look at the customer, she took the money and threw out a key card:
"202, do you need towels and XX sets? We have freshly baked apple pie."

Sigurdlifa glanced at the chef who was scratching his butt: "Thank you, no more."

The next day, Lynch felt even more tired. The two drove around the city, stopped on the side of the road, and bought breakfast at a burrito stand.

Just wandering around aimlessly all morning, Lynch recorded something on a piece of paper. At noon, he made do at the McDonald’s fast food restaurant. The hamburger he bought was ten circles smaller than the picture, the fries were limp, and the potatoes There is a hair in the mud.

Yorktown is an industrial city, more than half of the city is workers, and there are many low-end white-collar workers working in securities companies. The upper city and the lower city are simply two worlds, but as the media said, here is the biggest gap between rich and poor. one of the cities.

Lynch insisted on wandering around the slums in the lower city. The streets here are full of cheap ten-yuan stores, dirty fast food restaurants, and the pungent smell of industrial waste gas in the air.

People on the street seem to be seriously lacking in sleep. Low-end white-collar workers hold a briefcase in one hand and a cup of cheap coffee for 50 cents in the other, leaning against the wall and waiting for the tram.

Workers in blue uniforms and plastic helmets squatted on the curb to eat boxed lunches. The smell of sweat from their bodies could be smelled ten meters away.

Sigurdriefa slowed down the speed of the car, and her tone became sad:
"Look, those people are like zombies, day in and day out, not making enough money to see a doctor, and I'm terrified of that life because of what happened to my classmate Diana, I was a cheerleader on the football team in college and she was the sidekick.

We kept in touch after graduation, and I envied her for joining a big company. In her letter, she said that colleagues worked overtime and died suddenly in the office in order to get promoted and raise their salary.

She is tall and beautiful, she was forced to go out to drink and socialize after get off work, she was harassed by manager X and dared not tell, she was kicked out by her family when she was pregnant with an illegitimate child,
One spring she wrote me the last letter, saying that she would bring up the child,
At that time, I couldn’t find a formal job because of my father’s debts, so I worked part-time at a fast food restaurant in my hometown. I didn’t dare to get angry when I was molested by a customer, and I ate the leftover steak with tears in my eyes.

Even so, I still tightened my belt and sent a sum of money. After all, Diana was one of the few true friends. I didn't expect that the time I asked her for a bank card account was the last time we communicated.

At the end of that year, my hometown was very cold. I was wearing single clothes and stood on the street to post small advertisements. I learned from other classmates that Diana bid farewell to this world under the attack of poverty and disease in the hottest month of July.

The strong stench of corpses made the neighbors call the police. In a rental house of several square meters, Miss Diana blew her beautiful head off with a Smith & Wesson revolver. Two lives. "

"That's horrible."

"This incident deeply stimulated me..." Sigurdriefa held the steering wheel, his eyes were moist: "This makes me see no hope, even if one day I pay off my debts and find a professional job, I have nothing to rely on." A helpless single woman, swallowed by the workplace, will inevitably end in a tragic end."

"That's why you interviewed corporate fighters with a double degree in financial management and a master's degree in military R&D?"

"Aren't you the same, if you don't go to the football draft, you must go to the army."

"Poor. At that time, I had no choice but to earn quick money and support my mother and sister."

"Yeah, there's no alternative, and now we have no reason not to be content, to buy a house on a picturesque planet and not die in a rental."

"Stop thinking about Diana, it's just depressing."

"Feel sorry."

"Turn left at the next intersection."

"It's almost dusk, where do you want to go?"

"Mr. Maximilian asked me to find a bar in the ride-hailing city. The dirtier and dilapidated the better, he said it was a cockroach nest."

"'cockroach'?"

"This word has appeared many times in Tywell's blog, and the old man Matsushita Juhei also mentioned it, but he is unwilling to reveal it. It is of great significance to my detective activities."

"Detective activities, take yourself as Sherlock Holmes, then I am Watson."

"Watson is not a woman. She is a military doctor in the war in Afghanistan."

"What's so great about a stinky man, these gangsters on the street, my mother punches them one by one."

"Wait...stop!"

Lynch saw the TV in the shop window, all of which were showing the same picture. The riot guards were holding up their shields and were confronting the parade. The address appeared in the scrolling information below.

"Cornell Avenue! Come on! Racers!"

"It's almost six o'clock." Sigurd Lifa glanced at the navigation: "I'm afraid I can't get up to speed. It's the evening rush hour, and there are police stations around."

(End of this chapter)