blackstone code

Chapter 880 I want to play a game with you
The captain knew what was going on at the first shot.

The people and the fire told by the female telegrapher are here, and the cruise ship is still driving at a high speed. He doesn't think the pirates pretending to be under the warlord can board the ship at this time.

But by chance, they boarded the ship at this time, and the gunshots said it all.

It is somewhat surprising that apart from a few low-pitched exclamations, there was no immediate commotion on board.

Although the faces of the wealthy and wealthy federal tycoons are not very good-looking, they are not desperate.

Isn't the purpose of pirates hijacking cruise ships just for money?

To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth hundreds of millions, and if one person misses a little bit, these pirates will be able to make ends meet.

And they are not too worried that the pirates will hurt themselves and offend so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill all the insiders.

Once there is a little bit of wind, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.

What's more, if the rich are not alive, they will not get the money.

Going out at this time is the most stupid. Those pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.

Instead, it would be safer to sit in the cabin and wait for the two groups outside to fight for control before going out.

The sound of gunfire, killing, crying, shouting, the sound of something stumbling and falling.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and fish irritated people's nerves. Many people were covered in sweat at this time, and they couldn't concentrate at all.

I can only smoke one by one, or take a small puff of solid color, trying to use nicotine to force myself to settle down.

Lynch sat quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, enjoying the wine while admiring the moon and blood outside the window.

He wasn't nervous at all, and even wanted to laugh.

Just now, he felt an obvious sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.

A ship sailing fast at sea is not so easy to spot and pinpoint, but a slow cruise ship can.

The probability of being searched by the plane is a little higher.

The resistance and gun battle lasted until after nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until ten o'clock.

Except for the occasional sporadic gunfire in the lower cabin, there was no obvious confrontation on the entire ship.

At 10:30, all the lights on the ship were switched on, but it was unlike any other day.

Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.

The female manager stood outside the door with a pale face, and her body was also shaking.

"Mr. Lynch...they asked me to invite you to the deck..."

Lynch got up from the sofa, buttoned up the buttons, "Lead the way!"

Perhaps it was Lynch's calm performance that infected the female manager, and her body seemed to be less trembling.

As soon as Lynch went out, he saw people coming out of the room from the front, left, and right sides. There was no exchange of words between them, and at most, there was a moment of sticky eyes when they looked at each other.

All headed towards the same place, which was originally a deck used for various large-scale events.

Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck, and there is still a lot of blood on some stairs. The surface of this blood has become viscous after being blown by the sea wind.

Threads of blood hung between the suspended buildings, and blood slowly dripped.

Many people died.

Lynch saw that some guys who were obviously not crew members were throwing corpses over the side of the ship, and the rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like a lullaby.

When we came to the first deck, many people had already gathered here. The first officer who had left a "deep impression" on people two days ago was hung on a light pole.

The wires were wrapped around his neck, his whole head was blue-purple, his tongue was half out, and he was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

What surprised Lynch was that the captain was not dead, but his condition was not very good. He seemed to have a gunshot wound on his body, and he barely supported his body to stand in front of the people.

A guy with a beret and a scar on his face turned his back to everyone, and the front half of his right foot rose and fell rhythmically.

Every time the military leather boots hit the blood-stained deck, they would make a crisp "click" sound.

Every time the "click" sounded, it seemed to hit everyone's heart heavily. The cruelty in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers standing high with guns made these rich men a little dazed.

The power of money seems to be less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.

When everyone was almost here, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy in the beret, and someone brought him a microphone.

He turned around quickly, looked at everyone on the deck with a very bright smile on his face, tapped the microphone, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

They have a Maliro accent. Some of their pronunciations are shorter than the federal pronunciation, and they have some extra nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.

"I have been very eager to meet you a long time ago. Although someone delayed our meeting for some time, the result has not changed." He kicked the captain behind his leg.

The center of gravity supporting the human body was broken, and the captain knelt on the ground with his legs bent forward.

Lynch could even hear his bones hitting the deck—he must be in pain.

But he didn't show it on his face, just remained indifferent.

"It's this guy who has been blocking me from meeting everyone, so in order to apologize to you, I..."

A soldier behind him drew a pistol and placed it in his outstretched palm.

He aimed a shot at the captain's head, and the bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head, obviously blowing off half of his forehead, blood and the contents inside spilled all over the ground in an instant.

There were not many screams, which made the beret frown.

He thought that these rich men would handle it well, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.

Keeping the captain until now is to create psychological fear for these rich men, but it seems that the effect is not very good.

He couldn't help but think of some rumors about the federation that he heard when he was in Marillo. The rumors said that the capitalists in the federation are all monsters that eat people.

Those workers are chained together and work in the factory every day until they pass out before they have a chance to rest. Their food is worse than capitalist dogs, but they work many times more than dogs.

Every month, the capitalists have to find a way to deduct their wages, and sometimes the workers don’t get any money and have to pay the capitalists back.

The devil sees that the capitalists of the Federation can ascend to the kingdom of heaven. This is the prejudice against them by the Mariro people.

Looking at it now, this is not necessarily prejudice.

He kicked the captain on the body, kicked hard, and kicked him off the small stage.

"Okay, skip these unpleasant things, I am so eager to meet you this time because I heard that you have a tradition of donating money."

"At the charity auction held by the wife of your president, a lighter sold for a high price of 100 million. It can be seen that you are all keen on doing charity."

"As for me, I happen to be poor and need help. I hope you can also donate to me as you did in that charity gala!"

He didn't introduce his thoughts at all. Thinking about it, a bunch of robbers still want to introduce themselves. I'm afraid he feels that he is living too comfortably?
He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed at him and his female companion, "Bring them up."

A man in his fifties and a woman in her thirties appeared on stage together, and their expressions seemed calm.

This made the beret a little ashamed. These people were not afraid of him. Is there any robber who failed more than him?

He squinted at the rich couple unhappily, and his face gradually became gloomy, "You will donate things at the charity party, but you don't need to donate today, I will donate."

He hooked his fingers, and a gangster sent a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful in it, and then showed it in front of people.

It was a bullet, smooth and shiny.

"This is what I donate, you have to bid for it!"

When Beret said this sentence, everyone knew what he meant.

The gentleman on the stage looked at the handful of bullets in the beret's hand, and honestly he didn't know how many there were.

It looks like there are about twenty?
He was silent for a while, and after a fierce struggle, he gave a price he thought was appropriate, "200 million."

The beret whistled, "200 million, that's a lot!"

He grasped the hand holding the bullet tightly, palm down, and then let go of one.

As a bullet fell, he counted, "One!"

"two!"

"three……"

"You must be good at calculation!", the beret said with a smile.

He counts and jokes along the way until the end.

"twenty!"

The last bullet fell from three of his fingers, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on Beret's face seemed to be a little more cordial.

The rich man and his girlfriend also breathed a sigh of relief, and the rich man even asked directly, "Can we leave now?"

The smile on the beret's face suddenly subsided. He turned his hand over and spread it out. There was still a bullet in it.

Everyone did not expect this sudden change. They clearly watched him hold the last bullet with his thumb, index finger and middle finger when he counted to twenty...

He hid one!
The next second, the beret raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without even leaving the buffer.

The bullet penetrated the head of the rich man's female companion, and her body fell down at once.

Before that, she held the rich man so tightly that the rich man fell to the ground with her.

The beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The distorted expression on his face made the beret feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

He stretched out his hand, "Don't worry, someone has already taken the extra bullet, you don't need to bear any extra bullets!"

He pulled the rich man up, with small movements in his hands, "Take him down and wash it, the smell is too strong!"

After speaking, he turned his head and showed his white teeth and a smile to look at the other rich men, "Who is next?"

(End of this chapter)