Author: Demon Tribulation Fire

After a week,

The major set up a banquet and invited old comrades serving in the base to have a dinner and reminisce.

During the dinner, a drunken warrant officer said to Lynch:

"Big guy, you really have the skills to make that prickly-headed recruit docile. All the instructors in the recruit camp can't do anything to her!"

Another person said: "I heard that you taught that little girl a lesson? Every time you beat her until her face was covered with blood?"

"It was just that once, and the more rumors spread, the more evil it became." Lin Qi spread his hands and said helplessly:

"It's true that some corporal punishment was used, but it was all for her own good. She would sweat more in peacetime and bleed less during war. This was all to allow her to survive more missions."

"I heard that little girl is so fierce? She fights a group of people by herself in the boot camp."

"Small?

What a little yarn!

That crazy woman was tall and strong, nearly two meters tall. She wore no makeup or perfume, and shaved her head with an electric clipper. She reeked of sweat and looked like a special interstellar scavenger."

"Then she should be called a big bitch! Or a big girl!"

"Hahaha! That's what I called it!"

All the veterans burst into laughter. Some laughed so hard that their food choked their throats and they started coughing.

When the laughter stopped, Lin Qi spoke:

"Although she always gets into trouble, she is strong in all aspects.

Regardless of military theory, fighting or shooting, all aspects are top-notch. He is a hard-working genius.

It’s just this kind of character...it’s so bad that I can’t even say a few words to someone without starting to scold him.”

"Good guy, dynamite barrel? How did such a person pass the interview? I guess she had an affair with the interviewer."

"Hey! You know, that bitch got into trouble a lot before she joined the job.

He was detained by the federal police several times because of fights. Because he had no money to pay the bail, he was released every time after completing his sentence.”

Hearing this, Lynch was not surprised at all:

"She has a very violent temper. Whenever she feels someone is looking down on her, she will fly into a rage. After scolding her, she will strike. No matter how hard she strikes, she will kill someone at every turn."

Major Ron said: "I have read her information. It may be because her family is poor and she has been ignored since she was a child.

He encountered cold violence on campus, his parents divorced early, he drank and had nothing to do all day long, and he lived in abject poverty for a long time. Because of these, this guy became particularly sensitive and irritable."

"Poor guy, reviving the family is what keeps her alive. A poor student like her who has no money and no money can't find a good job. She can only hope to change her destiny through fighting."

"Change your destiny? This girl is too naive, right?

A crappy job like ours means just making a living, trying to get ahead by being a corporate warrior. Isn’t that nonsense? We might as well set up a stall on the street and sell hot dogs to make money!”

There was another burst of self-deprecating laughter at the dinner table.

"You said we can't make money in this business? Don't be too sure. Look at the big guy, he's doing very well, and his salary is on par with company executives."

"Nonsense!" the drunken warrant officer shouted with spittle: "That's a legend of our federal marines.

The macho man who strangled alien monsters with his bare hands—Beast Lynch, is a strange thing that has appeared in hundreds of years."

"Okay, brother, don't bury me."

"A group of rough guys who have retired from the military gather together to brag about each other and have fun by trying to beat each other up."

"Hey! Have you noticed that Lynch rarely talks and is becoming more and more gloomy. He can't even make jokes."

"Stop looking for trouble, Brother Duncan. The big guy has suffered more than we dare to imagine. After experiencing so many team annihilations, it's strange that his mentality is not broken."

"Hey, Lin Qi, some guys in the company are spreading bad words about you, saying that you are an unlucky person and a lone star. I have been busy recently, and I will help you teach them a lesson when I have some free time."

Lin Qi was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly: "No! I thank you, but don't offend people on my behalf! You think I'm gossiped about enough!"

"It's true, you can never stop all the big mouths."

After the dinner party was over, the table was left full of empty wine bottles. After taking a group photo, the old friends said goodbye one after another and left, all going about their work.

The major turned around and found Lynch looking out the window in a daze, so he asked:

"Are you okay, bro?"

Lynch fell into the memories of the tragic war,

The explosion of fire and smoke appeared before my eyes, my nose was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the stench of rotting corpses, and my ears were filled with the sound of gunshots and the roar of rail guns.

The harsh radio voice shouted over and over again, we need support! Brothers! Come on! I can't hold on anymore!

The major asked him several times and patted him on the shoulder to wake him up:

"Hey! Wake up! Are you okay?"

Lin Qi finally came to his senses: "Ah... I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Old Duncan was talking to you just now, but you didn't pay any attention to him."

"Really? Say sorry for me. I was thinking about other things and got distracted."

"You know, I'm very worried about your mental condition. Is it possible that you have PTSD (Post-War Traumatic Syndrome)?"

"Eazy...eazy...(Relax.)

I'm not sick, I just get distracted from time to time."

"It's best to be fine. Several brothers from the Veterans Club have already entered the mental hospital." The major frowned, obviously uneasy:

"Perhaps two months of leave is not enough, and you need to vent your mental stress. I will help you apply for more leave, but you can't take a break now. There is a task, and you are asked to take part in it."

"Ah? Does it have to be me?"

"Yes, it has to be you."

"No, my new team members have only been assembled for a week, and I'm still training their coordination tactics."

"Don't worry, your team members this time are not rookies. They are all carefully selected elites. For them, this simple C-level task is just chopping melons and vegetables. It's a piece of cake. They just treat it as a piece of cake."

The training was perfected in actual combat.

"C-level difficulty mission? Looking for me?" Lynch felt confused:

"This is really new. Don't you usually give me the most difficult tasks?"

"I was surprised at first, but later I found out. The nature of this mission is quite special. Do you know the Red Skull Pirates?"

"That group of interstellar pirates hanging around with the red skull and crossbones flag and wandering around in Sector 13?"

"Yes, they are these little bastards."

"I know a little bit, but the strength of this group of people is not very good, they are simply out of control.

The spaceships and weapons are cheap, and the robberies are all small cargo ships. The value of the crime is very small, and the bounty is also very low. The bounty hunter organization does not bother to waste time to catch them."

"Yeah, it stands to reason that these little brats can't make a big splash, but I don't know if they've got the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. This time, they got hot-headed and did something big.

This group of interstellar pirates hijacked the Shangri-La luxury cruise ship, and the tourists on board included senior executives from major companies and Terran Federation politicians, all of whom were prominent figures."

"They can't even handle such a powerful pirate. The security guards on the cruise ship are really useless."

"I guess he was drunk or high on stimulants. Who knows, but the entire luxury cruise ship was controlled by the Red Skull Pirates. They recruited more people and took more than 4,000 people hostage.

.

By coincidence, the illegitimate son of a Terran Federation politician was also taken hostage. This politician is a big boss in the Federation Council. He can be said to be a heavyweight. He is very valuable to our company's business expansion. He is a protective umbrella.

,you know.

It was not convenient for the federal navy to take action on this kind of matter, so we asked his old acquaintance, a senior official of our company, to help.

This politician seemed to love his illegitimate son very much. He asked the strongest corporate warriors to lead a team to rescue him, and emphasized that he must not harm his son's hair.

This was obviously a cannon move to kill mosquitoes. Although the task was simple, it could help the company build relationships within the federal parliament, so the board of directors quickly agreed after a brief discussion.

The confidentiality level of this matter is very high, and few people in our base know about it, so we cannot make the process public as usual. I can only explain these details to you personally, as the leader."

"I see." Lynch nodded and asked, "Is it allowed to use deadly weapons?"

"Don't worry, this political big shot will handle all the legal issues in the operation for us. You just lead the team to kill. Anyway, these pirate boys have offended the big shot. Even if they are caught, they will die before going to court."

In a detention center.

The only restriction is that the number of people involved in the operation cannot be too large. Because we don’t want to attract the attention of the media with a big fight, we can only send out an elite team.”

"I understand, when will we take action?"

"The sooner the better. The spacecraft is being refueled and loaded with equipment. It is expected to be ready in two hours. How are you and your brothers doing?"

"I don't have a problem, but they are quarreling all day long, full of resentment, and can't wait to kill someone."

"Hey, we're in a good relationship, let's set off in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!