blackstone code

Chapter 887

"Almost done."

Lynch said and took out a stack of checks from his pocket, "There are more than 7000 million here, deduct my 3000 million, and we will split the rest..."

As he spoke, he took out a dozen of them and handed them over, "Including my 3000 million, you have almost 5000 million checks in your hand."

"Your business is doing well, more than the vast majority here... no, it is more than everyone here earns in a year!"

The beret couldn't believe his ears. After staring at Lynch for three or four seconds, he couldn't help laughing again.
While laughing, he patted the armrest, shaking his body slightly back and forth, "I knew you were a fucking interesting person, your brain is very useful, or you come and have sex with me!"

"Just now you also said that I earn more from this business than everyone here in a year."

"Your brain, the gun in my hand..." He might be afraid that Lynch would forget that he had a gun in his hand, so he couldn't help pulling out the gun from his waist and shaking it a few times.

"We will definitely become the most successful partners, and we will rule Mariro together!"

Beret's silver-gray eyes revealed something called "crazy ambition".

There are endless wars and warlords in Marillo, but in fact, it is the Mallorians who really rule.

The Mallorians ruled Mallory for a long time, and they amassed a lot of wealth—the top social class here, not the Mallorians who lived in the slums.

So now more than half of the big warlords in Mariello are warlord organizations with Mallorians as the core, and only two of the warlord organizations are led by Mariello people.

He wants to be the third!

Or even be the last one!

He looked at Lynch enthusiastically, but it was a pity that Lynch would not agree.

Gradually, the beret became disappointed, and he sighed, "I knew, you federal people, no one looks down on you."

He suddenly picked up the knife and fork and continued to enjoy the beef that he thought was very delicious. While eating and talking, blood mixed with his saliva spewed out of his mouth, which was very disgusting.

"Leave all the checks..."

"If I say no, are you going to threaten me again with your gun to my head?"

The beret let out a snort of laughter. He sprayed the unswallowed beef on the table. He grabbed the napkin and wiped his mouth while laughing loudly.

"You're such a likable guy, really, I kind of like you."

"As for your guess, who knows?"

Lynch shrugged indifferently. He deliberately took out a waterproof envelope and put all the checks in it.

He finished this and looked at the beret, "Where's my check?"

Beret originally wanted to eat something, but seeing the ghost on the table, he finally gave up, "What do you want to do?"

"This is a waterproof envelope, which is made by the bank to cope with various situations. Even if it is sunk in the sea, as long as it is not too deep, it will be safe for a short time."

"There are a lot of water molecules in the air above the sea. If you just put it in your pocket, or anywhere it can come into direct contact with the air..."

Lynch pulled out a check from the envelope and wiped the signature with his finger in front of the beret.

In an instant, a clear signature became blurred. The beret froze for a moment, then stood up abruptly, "What the hell are you doing!"

He walked up to Lynch and took the check. The signature on it was already very blurred. Even if he hadn't gone to the bank to transfer money or cash it, he knew that the check was invalid.

"Look what the fuck you've done, it's a million!"

Beret's temper came quickly, this time he did not threaten Lynch with a weapon, because he knew that this trick was useless.

Lynch quietly watched him lose his temper before saying, "I'm just showing you what you're going to do. You can refuse my proposal, and then you will bear the consequences of refusing."

The beret hesitated for a moment, but finally took out the check from his coat pocket and handed it to Lynch.

In front of him, Lynch put the check into a waterproof envelope, then sealed it, baked the edge under the flame of a lighter, and quickly pinched it tightly.

There is a kind of adhesive strip inside that will soften and has a very high viscosity. After cooling, it will harden again, and the inside of the envelope becomes an independent space.

"There's almost [-] million in it, you have to keep it safe." Lynch looked at him seriously, "You know, its color is bright yellow, just to make it easier for people to find it."

"You have to put the double in place. This amount of money is enough for those dogs to kill you a hundred times."

Lynch's earnest instructions made Beret listen. He is not very smart, otherwise he would not appear on this boat. At the same time, he can listen to the advice of smart people.

Thinking of the amount of money in this envelope, and seeing Lynch's serious expression, he had a faint feeling that Lynch hadn't lied to him.

He nodded vigorously, and stuffed the envelope into his underwear in front of Lynch, with his back to his dogs.

Lynch's face became a little ugly, the beret caught a glimpse, and smiled.

"Don't make that look, friend, it's already mine, don't you forget?"

After stuffing the envelope into his underwear, he wanted to reach out to pat Lynch on the shoulder, but Lynch stepped aside immediately.

Seeing Lynch's exaggerated movements, the beret laughed again, "You are such an interesting guy, why don't you really consider doing it with me?"

Lynch shook his head, "You can't afford to hire me. If you have a chance to survive and accumulate enough wealth, maybe we will cooperate one day."

He spoke very bluntly, and even expressed in his words that he was not optimistic about Beret's ability to survive, but Beret was not very angry.

This is the most common situation for people with changeable and moody personalities. They are not easily irritated by some ordinary words, and of course they sometimes explode inexplicably.

"There will be that day." The beret withdrew his hand and looked at Lynch. At this time, he seemed to be different from before.

With so much money, it was enough for him to form a force that could not be ignored.

"Take him away!"

The beret had someone take Lynch away. Looking at the background of Lynch's departure, he smelled his fingers, and there was an indescribable foul smell.

Subconsciously, he shuddered, what the hell!

Everyone was locked in their own rooms, and there was continuous gunfire from the lower cabin, and the rich people in the upper cabin knew what it was.

They were slaughtering those Mallorians, and no one came forward to say or do anything at this time, which made Lynch and some people more sure of this, and the robbers were leaving.

The robbers destroyed the boilers and generators before leaving, and the entire ship was plunged into darkness.

As soon as it got dark, the beret left with the plundered wealth and the small envelope. There was always a sense of danger lingering around him, making him eager to leave here.

At 06:30, Lynch left the room, and the cruise ship was empty.

He silently came to the first deck, piled up all the things he could find, and lit a fire.

The fire burns quickly, and the light of the fire can be seen from a distance when looking down from the sky.

"In the distance... there is a fire in the direction, it should be a cruise ship, you need to speed up."

The pilot of the plane in the sky pulled the control stick, and the plane quickly tilted and pulled a quarter circle, and quickly flew towards the place with fire.

Lynch moved a chair and sat by the firelight, smoking a cigarette, thinking about something.

In fact, the checks taken by the berets cannot be exchanged.

Some things are in Lynch's hands, and that is a valid certificate.

But if those credentials fall into the hands of people who don't have the skills to use them, it's useless.

So in fact, Lynch didn't have any loss, but he was very upset. He gave the beret a chance to choose, and he chose the wrong one.

The roar from the air in the distance let Lynch know that the rescue ship should be nearby, and about an hour later, the cruiser of the Federal Navy approached here, and there were also Blackstone security personnel.

"Mr. Lynch..."

As soon as the captain boarded the ship, he noticed Lynch sitting on the deck smoking. The sergeant and the others also noticed and walked over immediately.

Lynch said what they were interested in, "No one had an accident, and they were all in the upper cabin. The original crew members on this ship were probably killed."

"It's too late, I don't know where they are going, if I inform the plane, I should be able to find them."

He stood up on the chair, hooked his fingers at the sergeant, and the two walked aside.

"Some idiot took my money and you have to help me get it back."

The sergeant was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded in agreement, "When will I act?"

Lynch looked the sergeant up and down, "You are in charge of commanding from behind, you don't need to go to the front line."

The sergeant still wants to refute or say something to show that he can actually go out to work, even if he will not go out in the end, at least he must show this attitude.

It's a pity that Lynch didn't give him a chance, "You have to think about your wife, if something happens to you, there will be a man spending your pension on your wife and beating your children."

"It's good enough for you to finish this matter later, I trust you."

"Arrange more people, we want to get ahead of others."

Lynch took his last cigarette and threw the butt into the sea. "The nature of this operation is very special. At the same time, I ask you to use aircraft to coordinate operations during the operation."

"But how to do it must reflect the role of the aircraft!" Lynch patted the sergeant's arm, "Do you understand?"

The sergeant nodded, "Understood, boss!"

Lynch turned and walked towards the warship, "Now, tell the navies to send a single speedboat to pick me up. I have a meeting with the top navies..."

(End of this chapter)