blackstone code

Chapter 881 Communication Is One Of The Effective Ways To Solve Problems
A fresh life disappeared in front of people, and these pirates finally put some pressure on the rich people on board.

one?
Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they are no longer human beings, or in other words, they are no longer human beings in a pure sense. They are new social species higher than human beings.

No matter how many people in the lower class die, they will not be shaken in the slightest, because people are such cheap commodities all over the world.

They're just... consumables.

Only when there are casualties among the capitalists will the capitalists feel fear.

"I seem to have seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" The beret pointed at a pair of familiar guests with a pistol.

Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage, and it was the same game as before.

The beret reached into the box full of bullets and grabbed a handful, "Come on, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"

With the demonstration of the first participant just now, this gentleman signed a 300 million transfer check with almost no resistance.

"I guess you have thirty bullets in your hand..."

He was very satisfied with the price of the berets. He counted them one by one, and when he reached the last one, which was No. 20, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, I was a little nervous, because the first time it was 21, now it is 26, will there be more later?
No one can guarantee that the beret's hand will not be able to catch more bullets, and maybe he will go in with both hands to fish together. This also makes people realize that standing on stage early can save money!

To save money is to make money!
"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky, you have passed this level!" The beret took the transfer check from the rich man and handed it to the soldiers around him.

"You can go back, then the next one..."

"I would like to donate..."

Someone stood up early, which made the beret laugh out loud and maniacally after a brief absence.

He thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make them fluctuate violently, but he didn't expect that it wasn't nothing, it was just that the way they started was wrong.

These people only cherish their own lives, as long as you can prove that you have the courage to kill these people, then they will bow their heads.

It's like being here now.

"I donate 300 million!"

"I donate too, I donate 320 million!"

Many rich people, especially the young ones, can't hold their breath anymore. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than those of middle-aged and elderly rich people.

Their lives have just begun, and they still have countless time to enjoy the happiness brought by money, and they are unwilling to leave early.

It's just some money, there is no need for others to find an excuse to hurt themselves for money, and their lives are much more expensive than these millions!
The beret laughed and put away the checks one by one. He looked at these people and thought they were extremely cute, and some crazy thoughts grew in his mind.

If it succeeds this time, does it mean that there may be a next time?
So much money!

These federal tycoons are too rich. In just a short while, he has earned tens of millions of federal sols. If he earns this money by himself, he will not only have to work hard, but he may not earn a fraction of it in his life.

But here, getting them is so simple, and his eyes are gradually becoming more greedy.

He suddenly noticed that there was a person standing in the distance who was still smoking. That young and handsome guy was alone, and he didn't donate money to himself.

This made him a little curious, and at the same time, the uncontrollable brutality that was raging in his heart began to rise, he pushed aside the crowd, pointed a gun at the young man, "Come here, everyone else has donated money, why don't you donate? "

He spoke with a sarcastic tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, or so he thought.

Lynch strolled to the front of the crowd, he was not afraid of the beret at all, he just looked at him calmly, "Do you want a check?"

He took out the checkbook in his arms and took out a pen, "I can write you a check with numbers filling the entire page, but what's the point of that?"

"Do you want it?"

Lynch held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, bit his teeth lightly, held a pen in his free hand, and kept drawing circles on the checkbook, which were zeroes one by one.

The beret was stunned, he looked back at the soldiers around him, and then quickly looked at Lynch, "What do you mean?"

Lynch tore off the check, put the checkbook and pen back in his pocket, and handed over the check full of zeros, "One trillion, enough, not enough, you can add a few more zeros .”

The beret suddenly stepped forward and held the pistol against Lynch's forehead, opening his foul-smelling mouth... His teeth were quite white, "What the hell do you mean?"

He glared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him, and it looked like the beret was the weaker side, which was weird.

Without fear, Lynch inserted the check into the winger of the beret on the head of the beret, "That's what I said, you take those checks to the bank, and you can't transfer even a penny!"

The beret retracted the pistol, and he strode over to the assistant and took all the checks that were placed in his hand, flipping through them one by one, without any problems.

Each one is like the checks he has seen, filled with the time, amount, and the autographs of the rich. He has seen the federal transfer checks, and even got two before this operation.

It wasn't any different from these, at least he didn't know what the difference was.

"You fucking lied to me!", he walked to Lynch again and held the gun against Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger anytime and anywhere.

Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand to block the pistol in the beret's hand with two fingers, and then gently pushed it aside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do stupid things. I might be the only one who really cooperates with you among all the people here."

"I think you'd be willing to take the money and leave here, and then spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit, rather than get nothing and die tragically by the side of the road, right?"

"At least you get something, if only temporarily."

The beret stared at Lynch very seriously, he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

His instinct told him not to fucking listen to what this young man was saying, but his reason told him he had to listen to what this guy was saying.

"what's your name?"

The beret put away the gun in his hand again, and he began to look like he was talking to Lynch on an equal footing.

"Lynch, you may know me."

A dazed expression appeared on the beret's face, "Mr. Ten Billion, the youngest, the newspaper said you have 100 billion. Is this true?"

Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with some of Lynch's words, or they may be a little jealous of the robber's "friendliness" and "equality" towards Lynch, and they subconsciously laughed.

The beret's gaze immediately shifted from Lynch's face to the direction of the laughter.

There is no smile on his face, nor is it ferocious, but it looks more terrifying and more stressful.

"If I hear anyone fucking interrupt me again, I'll kill him!"

He turned his head, looked at Lynch, and met his gaze.

Lynch didn't evade, and the two of them stared at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, the beret didn't see anything that could shake him, such as guilt or deceit.

When he was in Marillo, whenever someone betrayed him, he just had to look into the other person's eyes, and the other person would soon lose the pressure and start to look away.

But Lynch was not so calm and calm, which made him believe Lynch's words.

"Then what do you mean by that?"

Lynch glanced sideways at the crowd under the small stage, and said softly, "Someone has already interrupted our conversation just now, and they will continue to do so again, why don't we find a quiet place, I'm alone, you can do whatever you want, Shall we chat?"

The beret walked back and forth a few steps, nodded, and after whispering a few words to his assistant, he raised his pistol and made a "follow me" motion, and the two walked towards the bar next to them.

"Go away!"

There were several soldiers by the bar counter of the open-air bar, and they all smelled strongly of alcohol.

After a fierce firefight just now, it is time for the soldiers to relax.

In the past, he also tried to set strict rules like the military of some countries. As a result, the people below either ran away or went crazy and killed his own people. In the end, he also gave up.

As long as he can win, he will not interfere with whatever he likes to do after the battle.

The soldiers took away a lot of wine with a smile on their faces. The beret just took a bottle and two glasses, and he poured some for Lynch on his own initiative.

He said, "What do you mean by what you said just now? Why can't I get the money?"

After Lynch made a "give me one" gesture, he got a check from the beret. He looked at it, and it was a check for 300 million.

"You know what, the biggest problem with this check is the date."

"We disappeared and signed these transfer checks during this period. No one knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank doesn't get word of our safety, you can't use this check in the first place."

"Secondly, whoever goes to the bank with this check is the suspect...or the robber."

"It doesn't matter if you get these things or not, so I said, I can write to you as much as you want, because I know you can't do anything."

After hearing this, the beret slammed the butt of the pistol on the bar counter, "Fuck, you capitalists are so fucking despicable!"

The reason Lynch expounded is not a truth between heaven and earth, it is as simple as telling people that one plus one equals two, as long as they are individuals, they can understand it.

Coincidentally, the IQ of the beret seemed normal, and he understood it.

He was tricked by these rich men!

He gulped down the wine in the glass, smashed the glass to the ground with all his might, got up and was about to walk towards those rich men, "I'll kill them!"

(End of this chapter)