Chapter 251 "Corporate Warrior" (167) Ordinary Things

Full of wine and food,

Holding your lover's hand and humming a tune through the dirty alleys,

Go home and rest,

There is nothing more pleasant than this.

The NFL football game is being broadcast on TV. The Harps lead the Raiders 24 to 18 at halftime.

The game is exciting, and the winner will advance to the playoffs. Any die-hard fan should hold his breath to watch, but Lynch's mind is not on it. The weather has turned cooler, but he is unbearably hot.

Listening to the sound of water rushing in the bathroom behind the curtain in the corner of the living room, looking at the looming graceful figure,

The curtain was hung with thin wire, a nylon cloth waterproof curtain bought from IKEA. He regretted it now. He should have bought the thin blue one, which was more transparent.

(What’s wrong with me? I look like a bastard trying to peek into the girls’ dormitory. I’m so childish and stupid!)

I was beating my head, but I couldn't help but think about it.

He puffed up his nostrils and sniffed the fragrance in the air carefully, the pungent fragrance, the smell of cheap shampoo,

It was full of industrially blended flavors. There were obviously high-end products with natural flavors in the supermarket, but his girlfriend, who had been afraid of poverty since she was a child, was used to using cheap products.

Looking around, the hall was in a mess, with dirty socks scattered around, boxing gloves smelling of sweat, a loaded fully automatic assault rifle and a pump-action shotgun hanging on the wall, and below

It is a unicorn plush toy that is awarded as a target shooting game.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered an old movie, "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." (I hope we won't get into trouble when we quarrel in the future.) He thought worriedly.

The habit I developed on the battlefield is to hold the handle of the gun in my hand when I fall asleep, but now I feel quite at ease holding the remote control, so I just lean on the sofa and fall asleep in front of the flickering TV screen.

There were no nightmares, no cold sweats, and no sudden awakenings. When I opened my eyes, the TV had been turned off, my body was warm, and someone had covered me with a blanket.

Pulling the blanket up to his neck, he vaguely wanted to sleep for a while, happily thinking about the happy life after marriage, but he was woken up by a burnt smell, and the smoke alarm beeped wildly.

"I'm sorry..." Sigurdlifa came over with a depressed expression, holding the pan: "I wanted to show off, but... the fire was too high and the bacon was all burnt. I just had to eat oatmeal..."

"How do you mess up every time?" Lynch was not angry at all and turned off the smoke alarm: "Miss Sig, just turn the gas knob a little, there is no need to turn it all the way."

"Uh... think of it as a flamethrower, I'm used to it."

In the afternoon, they went for a dog walk in the central garden. An unleashed Corgi ran toward them, and they didn't see the owner anywhere.

Cupid immediately rode up, and passers-by laughed. A panting little fat man chased after him, shouted and chased Lynch's dog away, and took the corgi away. This child was not afraid of Lynch at all.

He pointed at his nose and scolded him.

"How annoying! Watch your dog! It's ugly!"

"The little fat guy has quite a bad temper," Lynch said.

"It's our fault." Sigurdlifa patted her pet dog's back gently: "Cupid, Cupid, you are Teddy and you ride on dogs whenever you see them. You are really getting stronger with age."

"Didn't you notice, that Corgi is a male dog?"

"Oh my god, could it be said that our little Cupid is a gay dog?"

"Be careful what you say and respect the LGBT community."

After sending Cupid to the pet shop for a bath and deworming, the two of them went to the black market in the lower city. They could buy a lot of rare goods here, including prohibited weapons.

Whether they are federal soldiers or corporate soldiers, they all have the habit of purchasing their own equipment. Lynch hopes to buy a Nepali dog-legged kukri made of high-quality steel. The original one was lost during the New Vegas mission.

Unfortunately, none of the vendors selling cold weapons had their stalls. The loudest and most popular stall in the black market was a stall selling illegal gems:

"Don't miss it when you're passing by! The beautiful rough stones from various planets are very cheap. Take them to the next street and find a good craftsman to polish them, and the value will immediately increase tenfold!"

Sigurdlifa looked at an uncut pink diamond in trance.

"What, do you like this?"

"quite gorgeous."

"How about buying it and processing it into a diamond ring."

Sigurdlifa's eyes widened, her silver-gray eyes shining with joy:

"Is this... a proposal to me?"

"I'm worried that you can burn down the kitchen just by frying an egg."

"It's a joke, I'll make you a luxurious breakfast to shut up."

Just as Lin Qi was about to make an inquiry, he heard a dwarf in the crowd booing:

"These rough diamonds are not mined formally, they are all blood diamonds! They were plundered from war-torn planets!"

The onlookers were unhappy: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Who would come to the black market to buy the regular ones? Isn't it just to get an advantage?"

"Which idiot is looking for trouble?" The vendor walked up to the short man and cursed:

"Short, your face is so stinky! You are licking your face and accusing others of not washing their underwear cleanly!"

"I just want to expose the truth! Most of the blood diamonds on your stall are mined by warlords and are stained with human blood."

"Nonsense! Tell me which diamond is pure and which one is stained with blood!"

Seeing that the stall owner and the booing dwarf were about to fight, Sigurdlifa turned her head in disgust:

"Let's go, I don't want to wear any blood-stained gems."

"It's not the gems that are wrong, it's human greed. How about we go to a regular jewelry store?"

"I'm not going, let's go home! Such luxury goods and engagement rings are just consumption traps promoted by jewelry companies. It's ridiculous to force love to be bound to stones."

"There still needs to be a sense of ceremony. I can't propose empty-handed."

"I don't want anything, just you and a bouquet of flowers."

The phone rang, and the other person seemed to put it down after saying a few words. Sigurdlifa froze on the spot, and it took several seconds before she put it down.

"Are Wang Hongye and the others coming to play?"

"It's not my eldest sister...it's a call from the hospital...the hospital in my hometown."

"ah?"

"Father...he...wants to see me one last time."
Chapter completed!