death of hope

Chapter 981 "Psionic Storm" (56) Wanted Criminal

Paul and the others followed in the same sorry state. Sergei shouted as he ran:

"The shit is coming, wait for us, don't go!"

Soon, the group disappeared into the bushes.

"Haha, what did that brat eat?"

"Expired pre-made meals from a motel, I guess."

Seeing that the group wouldn't be back anytime soon, the driver and the porter simply lowered their seats, took off their shoes, and started chatting with their smelly feet up.

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In no time, Paul and the others formed a battle formation and surrounded the truck, each holding a submachine gun or pistol.

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Get out of the car, you bastard! Put your hands down and I'll shoot you!"

The driver and the movers were so frightened that they turned pale and trembled like leaves.

"No, no... why... why is that?"

"Why? Are you still pretending not to understand?!"

Paul's brow furrowed, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a smart terminal strapped to his forearm, pressed the touchscreen, and started playing an audio clip. The voices of the truck driver and the movers were clearly those of the two men.
“I’ve seen that face on the wanted poster.”

"Which one?"

"That tall, thin guy, Pavel Korchagin, the Scarlet Terrorist, one of the leading figures in the Commune and the Kangist movement, his head is worth a lot of money!"

"What?! It really is that famous Paul?! Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"It's a sure thing. Apart from the tall, thin guy, the other three are also on the wanted list."

"Holy crap! Does that mean we two brothers... will be financially independent and never have to haul cement again?!"

"A must~"

"When they get back, hurry to the police station to collect the reward."

"Are you stupid? How much money do you get for handing it over to the cops?"

"Then who should we give it to?"

"Hand it over to those people's mortal enemies, giant corporations, and Kang fans are a thorn in the side of capital."

"Yeah, all the major companies would love to tear these red-collar workers to pieces. Speaking of which... the strike they organized actually helped us get some benefits. Would it be a bit dishonest for us to do this... to betray them after we've served our purpose?"

"Damn it! I don't care if these guys live or die, as long as I can get money!"

"Do you have a way?"

"Don't worry, I've thought it all out. There's a secret base for corporate soldiers nearby, and I have a fellow villager who's in charge there. Once they're inside the base, those idiots won't be able to escape." "Awesome, we'll have them trapped like turtles in a jar."

"Of course, my fellow villager should get a share, but big companies aren't short of money. The remaining bonus will be enough for the two of us to make a fortune and live a carefree life for the rest of our days!"

"Awesome! This is like a windfall! Once I get the money, I'm going to the city's most upscale nightclub! I'm going to find a hundred girls! White ones, yellow ones, black ones, I want them all!"

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Paul turned off the audio and frowned as he examined the two men whose scheme had been exposed and who were so frightened they wet their pants.

It turns out that the box of Marlboro cigarettes he handed to the driver earlier contained a miniature listening device that recorded their conversation.

Sergei held a powerful HK45 automatic pistol in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other.

"Damn it, those two bastards have a pretty good plan. They sold us to the company dogs for money and they still want to find a hundred girls."

I'll send them both to hell with two shots. A thousand little devil girls are waiting for them to be boiled in oil!

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The porter was terrified by the dark muzzle of the gun, while the driver was much more quick-witted, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy, while repeatedly slapping himself in the face.
"Have mercy, heroes! I have a 70-year-old mother to support and a ten-year-old daughter to raise. Please, everyone, have mercy on me!"

Paul Korchagin kicked it away in disgust, his tone extremely angry:
"My comrades-in-arms spent their entire lives fighting against injustice in this world and advocating for the interests of the working class."
The fact that your transportation company provides you with insurance, four days off per month, and year-end bonuses isn't because your boss suddenly had a change of heart and believed in the Virgin Mary.

It's because we were here!

But you betrayed us to the company...

You... betrayed your class...

You shameful…traitor!

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Paul was so excited that his veins bulged, and his finger on the trigger opened and closed repeatedly.

The driver seemed not to hear anything, only pleading and repeating that he had elderly parents and young children to support.

Despite his young age, Pavel Korchagin was already a seasoned warrior who never showed mercy to the company's lackeys.

He once led guerrillas in the jungle, fighting against corporate warriors who came to besiege him for a whole year. He also displayed great prowess in the battle to defend the base, single-handedly taking down an entire mercenary squad.

But faced with the truck driver who wanted to kill him, and thinking of his family waiting for him to come back, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Tonya watched anxiously: "What are we waiting for? Paul?! That guy isn't our comrade-in-arms! He's the enemy!"
That guy tried to kill us! If you let him go, he'll just report you!

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Drizzt sighed. "He's too young, too innocent. He can't handle the evil in this world. Let this old man do the dirty work..."

"Get out of the way, pointy ears!"

Sergei shoved the Eldar aside, aimed at the driver and the porter, and without hesitation, fired two shots: "Bang! Bang!"
The .45 caliber pistol bullet pierced through the top of his head, blasting a large hole in the back of his skull, splattering brain matter everywhere.

Sergei tucked his pistol back into his belt, grabbed the bottle, and took a big gulp of liquor. He wiped his mouth and said:

"Our business is not a dinner party, it's a life-or-death struggle. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you."

Sergei patted Paul on the shoulder:

"Kid, you're amazing. You're the future of the organization."
But you still have a lot to learn~