blackstone code

Chapter 885 Then I'm Going?
It was getting late, Lynch went out and glanced at his watch, and he walked towards his room.

"Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest, and I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say."

Lynch would like to thank everyone in the world for speaking the same language, otherwise just communication would be a big problem.

For example, two soldiers who didn't understand what he was saying pointed guns at his head and called him "a dog". It's scary to think about it.

Sometimes the high-ranking people are easy to be persuaded, but those rigid low-ranking people are hard to persuade. Of course, they dare not be flexible is also one of the reasons.

As soon as he opened the door, Lynch knew that someone had come, and there were too many details.

He frowned slightly, and looked towards the direction of the bedroom. There were some blood splatters on the wall, and these blood splatters drew vertical blood marks on the wall as they slowly fell.

He walked in, glanced at the woman manager lying dead on the bed, and exited the room without even talking to Petunia to see if something was wrong with her.

The ghost knows if there is anyone hiding here, and he also knows that the death of the female manager is a warning from the beret.

He intends to tell Lynch in this way that everything is still under his control.

Lynch went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Ten or ten minutes later, when he was about to rest, the beret suddenly barged in.

With a very hypocritical smirk on his face, he raised the wine bottle in his hand, "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"

Several soldiers rushed into each room from behind him, and Lynch nodded as if nothing happened, "Yes, but I can't drink too much."

"It's ok……"

The beret seemed to be really drinking, he didn't say anything, and poured a glass of wine for Lynch, a full glass.

Federals are weird.

They like to use some large containers to hold the least amount of liquid, such as square cups.

Each square cup has a capacity of at least 450 milliliters, but the federal people never give it a chance to fill it up. In many cases, there may only be about [-] milliliters of liquid.

Even with ice cubes, it fills up very early.

The more luxurious the utensils, the more so. Some experts believe that this kind of aesthetics originated from a certain nation in ancient times, and bigness is the beauty and respect.

Gradually, people are also used to this kind of thing, a cup that may feel very huge, with only a tiny bit of liquid in it.

Like the glass in front of Lynch, it was the only time he had seen in the past few years, it was full and overflowing.

"I can't drink that much."

Lynch didn't take it, he knew that as long as he took it up, he must finish it.

In fact, in terms of Lynch's drinking capacity, this amount of wine is nothing. In his eyes, alcohol that was in the [-]s or [-]s was no different from mineral water.

But he can't drink it, it's a matter of attitude.

The soldiers who broke into the room and searched around came out at this time, how they got in, they got out.

No extra people.

The beret pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table, "Do you want to drink?"

"I would drink when you put a gun to my head and put the safety on, but not now."

The beret temporarily lost the ability to think because of Lynch's answer.

After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing, "You are such a fucking interesting person, Lynch, what you meant to express just now is that you are also afraid of death, right?"

Lynch really nodded, "I'm particularly afraid of death. I'm very courageous when I don't feel death. When I think I'm going to die, I will bow my head."

"You are the first person to admit this like this, you are such an interesting person!", the beret looked unstable and moody.

Many dictators have this trait, and most of them are what people call lunatics. This is not to say that Beret has the potential to become a great warlord, but that he seems to be "coincidentally" in terms of personality.

He put the gun back away, and didn't force Lynch to drink the full glass of wine again, "I just made a joke with you, friend, how could I do that?"

He picked up the glass in front of him, and the full wine overflowed, dripping on his hands, knees, and the expensive carpet.

Just a big gulp, and put down the glass after drinking, he wiped his stained hand on Lynch's chest clothes, "Since you don't want to drink with me, then I'm leaving."

After speaking, he stood up with a smile, looked down at Lynch for a while, and then turned and left.

Lynch lay on the sofa again, lying quietly, as if nothing happened.

The next day, Lynch took a shower in the morning, changed into clean clothes, and chose a tie that was not so bright - a bright tie would make him look younger, and what he needed now was convincing maturity.

He checked in the mirror that there was nothing wrong with him before leaving the room.

He lived with the corpse at night, of course he slept on the couch and the corpse slept in the bed.

But he is not afraid, he is just a dead man.

He has been doing his own thing since the morning. Some people are very disdainful of his behavior, while others are very grateful for everything he has done for everyone. This obviously contradictory emotion does appear on different people.

People who think Lynch is bad, always regard him as a partner of the robbers, and turn around to squeeze their own wealth. This is indeed not an experience worth repeating.

At this time, in the captain's cabin, a group of people were destroying various instruments and instruments inside. They even drove the steering wheel in one direction until it was locked on the steering wheel frame.

The purpose of doing this, of course, is to prepare for evacuation.

Just like what Lynch said, they can't actually get much cash from this group of people, and now they can only hope that Lynch's check can be cashed and that he keeps his word.

The beret won't stay here for too long. With so many wealthy people in the Federation missing, he can guess what the Federation people are like now.

They must have sent out the navy to look for the ship, and the longer they stayed, the more dangerous he was.

Sitting on the small stage on the first deck, he quietly looked at the junction of sea and sky in the distance, his eyes seemed to be able to extend infinitely along the horizon.

"Boss, we have already destroyed the captain's cabin." It was his adjutant who came, who was actually a more pleasing dog leg.

Today, the dog leg has some thoughts of his own, "I think we should set another fire, which is safer."

The beret gave him a sideways look, raised his leg and kicked him, "Whoever dares to set fire to it, I will kill him with my own hands."

In Mariro, all warlords, big and small, were involved in the smuggling business.

Of course, what the big warlords do is called "foreign trade", and only the small and medium warlords do it called smuggling.

For smuggling, we have to mention sea transportation, which is also the most convenient method of smuggling.

It is impossible to have coast guards everywhere on the long coastline of the Federation, they always have a way to get in.

On the sea, it is often difficult to tell the direction, let alone find something.

But if there is a column of smoke at this time, it will immediately attract everyone's attention.

The dog leg was kicked by the beret and staggered a few steps before walking back, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Let people prepare some pockets. Although we can't grab cash this time, those rich people have good things on them."

"Take everything on them and do it immediately."

The dog leg was still scratching his head, "If someone resists..."

The beret squinted at him again, "I didn't buy you guns for you to hold and play with. If someone resists, won't you kill them?"

Soon, the soldiers were divided into teams of three or two, and they entered the different cabins with sacks, forcing everyone to hand over anything of value they had with them.

Facing these robbers who finally looked a bit like robbers, the emotions of the rich became a little more relaxed.

This is very strange?
No, it wouldn't be surprising if the robbers were going to kill them.

The robbers could kill them first, and then take the valuables from their bodies. Now they didn't do that because they really didn't intend to do it.

This is the only good news during this period, and the rich are also very cooperative, although it is a bit painful.

They didn't feel pain when Lynch took 100 million from them, because 100 million was far from their psychological bottom line, so they didn't think it was a heavy payment.

And that money also bought a small amount of shares in a company, at least not psychologically.

But these personal accessories are different, some are orphans, or even things handed down from ancestors, such as jewelry on ladies, some of which cost more than 100 million.

In the face of life and wealth, someone made a wrong judgment and became a negative teaching material. People know how to choose.

It's just that people didn't expect that they didn't even let go of their clothes!

This made everyone feel very ashamed. They were almost naked, exposing their most primitive appearance and state.

There are old men with sagging stomachs, ladies with saggy faces, men who want to stuff a water glass in their crotches, and ladies who are so loose that they can't find the slightest charm.

ugly.

Lynch may be the only one who escaped this embarrassment, but it doesn't matter if he is asked to, because he is not the one who feels inferior anyway.

Beret's sudden decision made Lynch realize that Beret planned to leave. In fact, Beret had never really grasped the absolute initiative on the ship from the very beginning.

He couldn't get cash, and he couldn't use transfer checks casually, and he had offended so many rich people who couldn't be killed. After calming down, he finally realized that he had messed up the matter!
If this kind of thing is put in 100 years, it will definitely not be a problem, and the money will be credited to the account with a flick of a finger.

But in this era, robbing a cruise ship at sea and hijacking a group of rich people without cash, what can you get?
Get nothing.

Since he won't get anything, Beret doesn't intend to waste any more time, he plans to retreat.

So……

Lynch stroked his chin.

Shall we let him go?
(End of this chapter)