blackstone code

Chapter 883 Master Lin’s Addition and Subtraction
"Wait a moment!"

If someone asks the beret what he thinks of Lynch in the future, he will probably tell someone, don't fucking talk to Lynch!
Even if given the chance, he would write a book called "Don't Talk to Lynch", if he could make it to that day.

Beret's logical thinking ability at this time has fallen into chaos. To put it simply, he found that he seemed to have entered a dead end.

He needs money to grow his small organization, or he needs the money to do something else.

There was no chance when he was in the country, and then he stared at the cruise ships every moment, because there are countless rich people on the cruise ships.

A rich man is equal to money. There is nothing wrong with this calculation, but he has overlooked another problem. On this ship, he actually cannot get money.

All expenses are borne by the company at every moment throughout the whole process. In addition, in addition to a small amount of cash, checks and chips are often used on board.

That's right, there are many rich people on board, but they really can't get any money.

Breaking away from the fighting state, the beret who gradually calmed down realized this problem. He only wanted to plunder the ship full of rich people, but he ignored that it was impossible for each of these rich people to carry tens of millions of dollars. of cash.

He screwed things up.

In other words, it is not easy for him to get his ideal "ransom".

And he doesn't have much time.

Once Mariro reacted domestically, a large number of smuggling boats would spread all over the sea. He knew the virtues of those great warlords well. As long as he was discovered, he would die.

The only way to make this journey not lose money now is to trust Lynch and believe that he can do it.

After the beret made a decision, he stood up abruptly. He grabbed Lynch by the collar with both hands. Unfortunately, Lynch was taller than him. He couldn't make that "lift up" gesture, so he could only get close to Lynch's face, viciously Said, "Don't let me fucking down!"

Lynch pushed the beret away lightly, "This will be the most correct choice in your life. Next, I need your people to cooperate with me..."

Half a minute later, the beret strode towards the crowd, and he shot towards the sky as he walked.

The crackling gunshots and the flames in the darkness made everyone startled. He glanced at the group of people who had deceived himself, and then said loudly, "Send them back to their rooms, whoever comes out without an order Just kill whoever!"

The crowd immediately moved, soldiers and managers who had switched sides, leading all the guests back to their rooms, with one exception, Lynch.

"You'd better do what you said!", the beret looked at Lynch and asked repeatedly.

Lynch nodded, and he patted the corner of his clothes, "You have to learn to trust others..."

Not long after, Lynch appeared outside a cabin.

With the order of the beret, the soldiers on the ship still respect Lynch relatively.

The soldier standing on Lynch's left held a gun, took a step forward and smashed the door, and took another step back.

The door quickly opened a gap, and there was an astonishing face looking at Lynch inside, which made Lynch feel a little embarrassed.

He pushed the door open very politely and walked in. While looking around, he asked, "Are you asleep?"

At the same time, Beret led another group of people to Lynch's cabin under the leadership of the female manager.

Now the entire ship is under his control, and he can go anywhere, including the keys to every room.

"You said he still has a female companion?" The beret walked into the room and looked around. The female manager stood behind him trembling.

Trusting Lynch is not an easy task. No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that he is a robber. Lynch is a person who was robbed by robbers. They cannot stand on the same line.

So his trust in Lynch was limited. He noticed that everyone else appeared on the first deck in pairs, but Lynch came alone.

He asked someone, and Lynch brought a girl, who was not on deck.

He found the female manager, and without excessive coercion, the female manager told the truth.

Lynch didn't come alone, there was a woman who came with him, and that woman was a big star of the Federation.

When the beret knew it, he didn't show any displeasure at being deceived. His behavior was actually a little abnormal. He broke into here while making people stare at Lynch.

If he can catch Lynch's female partner, then Lynch can be trusted a little more!
He hid his female partner, he must like his female partner very much, this is a very valuable bargaining chip!

He stood still for a while, then suddenly walked to the wardrobe, and opened it.

There was no one inside except for the hanging clothes, and no one could hide.

"Could it be under the mattress?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to someone, then walked to the bed and lifted the mattress.

There is nothing underneath.

He frowned, walked to the bathroom, searched all the rooms, and searched everywhere he could, but he couldn't find the woman the manager mentioned.

After turning around, they returned to the bedroom. The beret gave the female manager a sideways glance, "Did you lie to me?"

The female manager quickly shook her head, "No, I really didn't lie to you!"

They didn't know that at this moment, Petunia was staring at them from above their heads.

There was anger at the female manager for disclosing her information, and there was also the luck that Lynch arranged in advance.

If Lynch were here, he would definitely tell her that anger is unnecessary, everyone has the right to survive, and it is not surprising to do anything in order to survive.

Just as she was brewing these dissatisfaction, suddenly the beret drew a gun and shot the female manager in the head, and with a bang, she fell face up on the mattress.

There was a small hole between her eyebrows, and the back of her head was completely lifted, and the contents and blood splashed all over the bed.

Her body was still twitching subconsciously. Maybe the cells in her body suddenly lost contact with her brain, and she was urgently contacting her brain to wonder if something happened.

Unfortunately, the command post has been destroyed, and none of these signals will receive any response.

Petunia looked at what happened below in horror, she tightly covered her mouth, not letting herself make a sound.

The beret put the pistol back into the holster, adjusted his armed belt, he spat on the ground, as if he was talking to himself, and said as if he was explaining the reason, "You are Mallory People, Mallorians are damned!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the vent on the top. He couldn't see anything behind the pitch-black fan blades, and he turned and left the room.

The hatred between the Malilos and the Mallorians will never be resolved. In the words of their locals, a group of Mallorians rule a country named after the "Marilorians".

Once the hatred of racial antagonism is buried, it is difficult to resolve it. Now the Mallorians and the Mallorians are relatively pure.

No one's subordinates are mixed with different races. Even in a city, the two ethnic groups can be said to be very clearly divided.

Even if it is a slum, they will not mix together.

Walking out of the room, the beret got a two-inch frontal photo of Penny from somewhere, and he gave the photo to the soldiers beside him, "Send people to search the whole ship to find this girl..."

She will be the key to controlling Lynch!
He squinted at the room not far from the door where soldiers stood guard, and the lights were on inside, and Lynch was there.

"I have negotiated with their leader, he needs a ransom of [-] million, and each of us will share it equally..." Lynch played with his million-dollar lighter and said some unexpected words.

The rich man who talked to Lynch looked to be in his 50s, and he was a little confused, "Mr. Lynch, why did you help him?"

In his opinion, giving the robbers a check and satisfying their greed and then leaving them, they almost succeeded.

Lynch asked rhetorically, "How do you guarantee that he won't kill us after all of us have given him the check?"

The rich man was obviously taken aback, "I...don't know."

"You can't guarantee it!" Lynch looked at him and shook his head. "You gave it too happily. After he gets those checks, he will think you are worthless."

"At this time, the role of retaining you is of no value except to spend more money to arrest him."

"Kill us and sink the ship, this is the most correct way..."

"This is the sea, sir, if this ship and we both sink into the sea here, those people in the Federation will never find us in their lifetime!"

The rich couple were stunned after hearing this. They thought that if they gave the robber what he wanted, the robber would leave.

But they mistakenly confuse "robbers" with "workers", although these people seem to them to be the bottom of society and losers.

The working class is like this. When they are dissatisfied, they will go on strike and march, and then through the help of the workers' union, the two sides will sit down and talk, give them what they want, and they will go back to work honestly.

But the robbers are different. The robbers won't just leave after getting something. They will definitely tear up all the pages that have something to do with them during this period before they leave.

Betting that these robbers will really leave when they get the money?

It's better to be the first to see if you can struggle to survive.

Mr. Rich sighed heavily, and the doubts in his eyes disappeared, replaced by gratitude, "Mr. Lynch, thank you very much for saving us!"

Lynch had a heartfelt smile on his face, "You're welcome, this is what I should do, and I'm also one of us, and we should stand together as a matter of course."

"If someone misunderstands me in the future, you can explain it to me."

Mr. Rich nodded, "So what are we going to do now?"

"Please write something for me..." Lynch put the prepared paper on the table, "I said, just write it and write me a transfer check for 100 million."

(End of this chapter)