death of hope

Chapter 420 "Corporate Warrior" (331) Bloody Dog Tag

"Everyone! Don't make a sad face, laugh for me! Get excited!"

Johnny Blazer lifted his mask and spat on the ground: "Spartan paratroopers are born to be surrounded! What are such small scenes! Brother Lynch will bring someone here soon."

"If he can come, there is indeed hope."

Oleg gritted his teeth in pain, sat down and strangled his thigh with a tourniquet, Johnny the Mad Dog took out a bandage to wrap the wound, and after a simple treatment, the two went into battle again.

On the east side of the passage, a "Terminator T50" battle robot was headed off by a large-caliber armor-piercing projectile. The torn neck structure began to sizzling, and the rapid-fire light gun fixed on the mechanical arm was still blindly firing.

The mercenary Brunhilde felt a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that his abdomen had been pierced by heat rays. He vomited blood and knew he was going to die soon. Three jackal-like genetically modified beasts with sharp claws limped towards him. looming.

(Death, no big deal, standard ending for mercenaries.)
Brunhilde looked at the captain for the last time, coughed up blood bubbles in his mouth, and laughed foolishly.

"I want you to remember me forever... regret it forever, Johnny..."

Brunhilde dropped his rifle, and the M18A4 "Broadsword" directional mine taped to his chest was facing the staggering biochemical monster. A line of words was printed on the shell of the mine:

"This is facing the enemy."

Press the button on the side to switch between three detonation modes, control mode (command detonation), no control mode (detonation by sensing the victim), and delay mode (detonation with countdown).

Choose the first one, close your eyes, press the remote control without hesitation,
The huge amount of kinetic energy generated by the 2.1 pounds of C-14 high-performance plastic explosives splashed out with 900 steel balls loaded inside, and the crazy female mercenaries and bloodthirsty monsters evaporated in an instant. Smoky rotten meat and broken bones.

The violent explosion collapsed half of the passage, and a large area of ​​LED lights went out.

"What the hell, it's so good that I didn't shake my shit out."

Johnny Blazer struggled to get up, wiped the minced flesh on the helmet visor, a few long black hairs were tangled with blood, it was part of the mercenary Brunhilde,

Her iconic, weird and crazy laughter seemed to be still lingering in Johnny's ears, lingering.

"The crazy woman blew herself up, and Corporal Lloyd's side is silent, let's cover each other."

Sergeant Oleg and Johnny were back to back, pointing their guns at the billowing black smoke. The monster did not come out, but they heard dense gunshots, explosions, the sound of sharp knives unsheathed, and finally only the sound of light and swift footsteps .

Scout Wang Hongye was wearing light armor made of polymer materials. He held a .45 caliber submachine gun in his left hand and a bloody machete in his right hand. Blood was bleeding from his forehead and the joints of the armor.

"Found it! Come here!"

More members of the Alpha team came out of the thick smoke, and it seemed that they had fought hard, and everyone was injured.

"What about the others?" Lodayev asked.

"Dead." Oleg shrugged: "We are the only two old guys left in the Shrike team."

"Sorry for being late."

"They are blocked at both ends, it's too miserable."

"Borrow a fire." Oleg said, smoking a cigar: "Bloody money is not so easy to earn, and we all know that."

Mad Dog Johnny squatted down and began to collect the dog tags left by the dead, and stuffed those sticky metal nameplates into the tactical chest bag one by one. , stood up abruptly.

"Where's Brother Lynch? Could it be..."

The sniper Mehmadi pointed to the east side of the passage: "There is a particularly durable battle mech that has been chasing us. The boss stays behind and circles with it. Let us come to the rescue first."

"Huh, that's good..." Johnny Blazer let out a long breath.

Oleg patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Lynch is trying to save his wife and children. He doesn't want to die."

Shaft said: "Boss sent a message to deal with that mech, and asked us to gather at the coordinates."

"Let's go, finish the work quickly, and invite you to drink."

Johnny Blazer simply treated the wound. When he led the crowd to a trot, the dog tags in the tactical chest bag collided with each other and made a metallic sound, as if many hammers were hitting his heartstrings.
He forced himself not to think about those useless things, but he still felt uncomfortable, with acid reflux and headache;

He silently read the names of his former comrades-in-arms over and over again, some of which were particularly old and had been forgotten, and he didn't want to forget them, but time is not forgiving.

(There will be new recruits and excellent mercenaries filling in soon, Blackwater has never been short of job seekers,
It was nothing like serving in the military. There were no reporters, no federal cemetery, no applause, no flowers, no tears.

No one cares about the names of the mercenaries, no one cares about what they have done, what they have said, their love and hatred, it has all become a passing cloud.

People only care about the scrolling red, green and green numbers on the big screen of the stock exchange center.

The age of heroes is over. )
Johnny Blazer thought in frustration.

(End of this chapter)