Spark

Chapter 460 Rose

Texas.

Wade was lying on the street in front of the city hall. In front of him was a disabled car, and next to him was his companion who had been shot by bullets and was bleeding profusely.

The gunshots continued to ring out. He nervously observed his surroundings, and after confirming that he had not attracted the attention of the guards, he carefully moved his body and dragged his companion back behind the cover of the car.

The condition of his companion was terrible. He was shot in the thigh. The bullet twisted and rolled tore his muscles and shattered his leg bones.

The wound was as messy as a sofa that had been torn apart by dog ​​teeth, and blood was not flowing, but spurting out.

Wade tried to find the ruptured aorta, but unfortunately, because the fracture area was too large, the artery had retracted into the muscle. He even inserted his hand directly into the gap between the bones and muscles, but still could not find the fatal aorta. of blood vessels.

The breath of his companion was getting weaker and weaker. He didn't care too much. He pulled out the dagger from his leg and cut open the entire muscle of his companion's leg.

Then, he picked up the broken bones with his bare hands, found the blood vessel, and squeezed it tightly with his hands.

The bleeding stopped immediately, but how long can my companion last?

There is a lack of first aid equipment here, not even the most basic cable ties. It won't be long before this friend who was once so familiar to him will die in front of him.

There was a sad look on Wade's face. He sat up carefully and looked up at the door of the city hall.

There, the fighting continued, with several familiar figures lying on the steps and hiding behind sculptures, looking for opportunities to fight back at the guards stationed at the door of the city hall from time to time.

However, their firepower is too weak.

The 5.56mm bullets were completely unable to knock down the guards wearing heavy body armor. As the opponent advanced layer by layer, the situation became increasingly unfavorable to one's own side.

At the same time, he could hear the roar of helicopters in his ears. It was obvious that the first rapid reaction force was about to arrive.

There is no doubt that the attack failed.

They wanted to make a quick breakthrough, to take advantage of the guards being caught off guard, to break into the city hall, and to leave a mark of their presence there.

They didn't really want to occupy City Hall - that didn't make sense, they just wanted to get in.

But now, even this small goal has become a luxury hope.

Wade's hands began to shake. He was too tired. Although the battle that lasted for nearly 20 minutes was not very high-intensity, the mental pressure he endured was too great.

He looked at his companion lying on the ground. The pulse he felt on his fingertips became weaker and weaker, and the rapid breathing sound of his companion had completely disappeared.

There is really no hope, there is no need to struggle anymore.

Wade let go of his hand and collapsed on the ground.

At this moment, he felt relieved for a moment.

Countless pictures flashed through his mind, finally settling on the scene two months ago.

He remembered that it was an evening when he was cleaning his gun in front of his house, planning his first hunting trip after winter.

And that man appeared in front of him suddenly and asked him a question.

Want to make some big money?

Yes, my initial communication with him was actually limited to transaction.

Establishing this underground mercenary group is a transaction, secretly annihilating gangs is a transaction, receiving arms from unknown sources is a transaction, long-term special training is a transaction, and attacking the city hall is also a transaction.

At that time, I didn't know what the man's purpose was. I only knew that he gave me a lot of money and the tasks he gave me were clear enough.

For a veteran who is suffering from real PDST, has no other ability to make a living, and has even been abandoned by the military and society as a whole, what more can he ask for?

In two months, he made money that he might never make in his lifetime.

Moreover, in the process of making money, he also experienced a long-lost sense of identity and pride.

That man is indeed a master at manipulating people's hearts. He can always put away all his worries with a few words and can even give a layer of nobility to actions that seem unreasonable and legal. meaning.

It is useless to wait passively. You need to actively fight. You need to work hard for your own future and the future of your family.

Of course, what you're doing isn't legal, but so what?

A vigilante, a vigilante, a night watchman, these are what the people will call you.

They won't regard you as outlaws, but the gangsters who were wiped out.

You did what the real police didn't do, didn't you?

I think this alone is enough for you to win everyone's respect.

At that time, he believed what he said - in fact, even now, he felt that the other party was not lying.

His team has indeed become a symbol of some kind of symbolic significance in a short period of time. Even when walking on the street, he can hear people discussing their conversations.

They call their team the Bat League and say that the team is like a group of Batmans who go around doing good deeds.

Such high praise made him feel elated, so when the man proposed to further escalate his actions and bring some real shock to the state government, he agreed almost without hesitation.

Even before the action began, he felt that he represented justice.

——

No, until now, he still feels that he represents justice.

He did fail, but that was only because he was betrayed.

Someone must have leaked the action plan to the state government, otherwise they would not have been able to arrange so many guards wearing heavy body armor, and they would not have been able to organize a ferocious counterattack as soon as the action began, allowing their experienced combatants to All were blocked at the door.

But who is it?

Is it that man?

It's impossible. He has already invested so much money and it is impossible to ruin the situation he has worked so hard to manage.

That's the mole.

Wade sighed and clenched the HK416 in his hand again.

He stuck his head out from behind the car and fired a short burst of fire at the advancing guards, but the bullets were all bounced off the heavy blast shield in front of them and failed to cause any damage.

As they advanced, the teammates who were suppressed behind the bunker fell one after another, and the situation had irreversibly fallen into the abyss.

Wade is desperate, this is his end.

He took one last look at his friend who fell at his feet, and then walked out of the bunker without hesitation.

He held the gun and fired, but the bullets completely lost their accuracy.

There was a click and the magazine was empty.

That's it, that's it.

Wade spread his hands, preparing to meet his fate.

However, at this moment, a black off-road vehicle rushed over and stopped suddenly in front of him.

The car door opened, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

It's that man.

Get in! We're sold!

Retreat first! There will be another chance later!

At the same time, in a private house in Germany.

Thompson sat at the dining table. In front of him was a piece of shriveled toast, with a few slices of lettuce and a thin piece of ham lying on it.

He picked up the cup on the side and drank the water in one gulp.

After feeling that the hunger and thirst from a day's work had been suppressed, he finally picked up the bread on the plate and stuffed it into his stomach with big mouthfuls.

The aroma of grains and protein made up for his empty taste buds. He didn't even waste the mayonnaise remaining on the plate, but used the last vegetable leaves to spread it clean and stuffed it into his mouth.

The wife walked out of the room where the children were sleeping and happened to see this sad scene. Her eyes were full of sadness, but she still walked to Thompson's side and comforted her with a gentle voice:

Honey, you don't have to be so frugal.

We still have savings and the mortgage has been paid off. Even with the remaining savings, we can persist for at least one year.

You don't have to leave food to your children like our ancestors did. It's really not that bad.

After hearing his wife's words, Thompson couldn't help but smile.

Then, he touched his wife's hair and replied:

It's not a matter of it being bad or not, it's just a survival lesson learned from the older generation.

You see, now I have lost my job in the coal mine, and we will not be able to obtain a stable income for a long time in the future.

Of course, your income is quite considerable, but I have to say that I don't know how long a gas station employee position can exist.

Coupled with the fact that prices have been rising, massive inflation is just around the corner. We have to save money and prepare for the future.

Is it really that bad?

His wife pulled up a chair and sat across from Thompson.

Like Thompson, she can indeed feel that there is something wrong with the economy of this country and even Europe as a whole.

The latest scientific research results and the latest progress of large-scale projects are reported every day in the news. It seems that people have entered the future in advance and are about to enter a paradise-like era.

But in contrast, ordinary people like her have not felt the slightest dividend of the times.

On the contrary, because both husband and wife are extremely unlucky to work in industries that are about to be eliminated, the cloud of economic interruption has fallen on them.

——

But even so, she doesn't think this is the so-called doomsday.

Industrial upgrading will be completed soon, isn't it?

By that time, everyone will have sufficient jobs, generous wages, and be able to live the life they want, right?

As a miner, my husband can invest in the new round of infrastructure industry. Although he is just an ordinary salesman at a gas station, even if the gas station is replaced by a power supply station, the position of salesman will not be cancelled, right?

Otherwise, who will collect the money?

She has always been optimistic, in a sense, this is a woman's nature.

Therefore, it is difficult for her to understand her husband's behavior that seems a bit too neurotic.

Hoarding supplies, saving food, and replacing most of the cash with various tools of high practical value and gold as a store of value.

It was as if he was really preparing for the end.

Looking at his wife's innocent expression, Thompson couldn't help but sigh.

News is the least credible thing - on television the whole world is thriving.

But in fact, there is probably only one country that fits the future picture they depict, and that is China.

They are the creators of technology and the distributors of benefits. There is no doubt that they will never let their people fall into the same situation as us.

But we are different. All we get are scraps. Well, maybe the capital doesn't get scraps, but it's in our hands.

Just wait and see, the situation will get worse. Our government has not played the role they should play at all.

They are so stupid that I don't even know how to scold them.

The wife opposite didn't speak. She actually didn't agree with her husband's judgment, but she also knew very well that as a man, he always had to bear more things than himself.

Therefore, instead of questioning him and blaming him, it is better to stand firmly by his side and tide over the difficulties with him.

If he feels that the situation is really that bad, then do what he wants.

Anyway, it won't do you any harm to stock up on more supplies.

The price of food is definitely going up, that's obvious.

So, she opened her mouth and said:

Why don't we go for a walk now?

By the way, we can buy some more flour and milk powder.

Milk is not easy to store, but powdered milk is still fine.

A glimmer of light flashed in Thompson's eyes. He looked at his wife and said with a smile:

Okay - maybe we can go to the flower shop again.

Although life is difficult, a bouquet of flowers for you is not a luxury.

The two held hands tightly together, and then, after making sure that the children were doing their own things, they walked out of the apartment hand in hand.

The streets were not deserted, and there were still people coming and going everywhere. The busy scene even gave Thompson the illusion that he had made a wrong judgment.

But soon, when they saw the sparse supermarket food shelves, both he and his wife felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads.

Things have really gotten worse.

This has never happened before.

The wife looked at Thompson and asked in a slightly anxious voice:

what should we do?

As promised.

Thompson replied calmly.

Buy flour and milk powder first, and then we'll buy flowers.

Maybe instead of buying flowers, we need to stock up on more food.

it does not matter.

Thompson patted his wife's hand to express comfort. Then, they quickly purchased the necessary items and walked to the flower shop carrying large and small bags.

Thompson selected a bouquet of roses, took out his wallet and counted enough bills.

——

But at this moment, just as he was about to hand the rose to the shop owner, there was a sudden loud noise not far from the street behind him.

boom!

It was the sound of breaking glass.

Run!

Thompson took his wife's hand and the rose dropped to the ground.

And soon, the bouquet of roses was trampled into mud by the people who fled in panic.

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