Blackstone Code Chapter 880: I want to play a game with you
The captain knew when the first shot was fired.
The people and the fire that the female telegraph operator explained are here. The cruise ship is still moving at high speed. He doesn't think the pirates pretending to be under the warlords can get on board at this time.
But as it happens, at this moment on board, the sound of gunfire says it all.
Somewhat surprisingly, aside from a few low-pitched exclamations, there was no immediate commotion on the ship.
Those wealthy federations don't look good, but they don't look like despair.
Aren't pirates hijacking cruise ships just for the money?
It is rude to say that everyone here is worth hundreds of millions, and a single leak of one person can make these pirates suffer.
And they're not too worried that pirates will hurt themselves, offending so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill everyone who knows.
As soon as the wind blows, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.
What's more, if the rich aren't alive, they don't get the money.
Going out at this time is the most stupid, those pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.
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 gunshots, the sound of killing, the cries, the scolding, the sound of something stumbled and fell.
The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulated people's nerves. Many people were sweating all over at this time, and they could not concentrate at all.
You can only smoke one after another, or take a small puff of solid color, in an attempt to force yourself to settle down with nicotine.
Lynch sat quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, sipping 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 a clear sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.
A fast boat on the ocean is not so easy to spot and pinpoint, but a slow cruise ship can.
The probability of being found by aircraft is higher.
The resistance and gunfight continued until after nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until ten o'clock.
Except for the occasional sound of gunfire in the lower cabin, there is no obvious confrontation on the entire ship.
At half past ten, all the lights on the ship are on, but it's not like any day before.
Soon, someone knocks on Lynch's door.
The female manager stood outside the door with a pale face, and her body was shaking.
"Mr. Lynch...they asked me to invite you to the deck..."
Lynch got up from the sofa, buttoned up, "Lead the way!"
Perhaps Lynch's calm expression infected the female manager, and her body didn't seem to be shaking as much.
As soon as Lynch went out, he saw people coming out of the room from the front left and right. There was no verbal communication between them. At most, when they looked at each other, their eyes were glued for a moment.
Everyone headed towards the same place, which was originally a deck used for various large-scale events.
Blood can be seen all over the deck, and there is a lot of blood on some stairs, which is thickened by the sea breeze on the surface.
A strand of strands hangs between the suspended buildings, and the blood slowly drips.
Many people died.
Lynch sees some guys who are clearly not crew members throwing corpses over the side of the ship, and the rhythmic sound of falling into the water is like a lullaby.
Coming to the first deck, a lot of people have gathered here. The first mate who left a "deep impression" on the people two days ago was hung from a light pole.
The wire was wrapped around his neck, his entire head was a blue-purple color, his tongue was half-stretched, and the dead couldn't die any longer.
To Lynch's surprise, the captain didn't die, but his condition was not very good. He appeared to have a gunshot wound, barely supporting his body to stand in front of people.
A guy wearing a beret with a scar on his face turned his back to everyone, the front of his right foot rhythmically rising and falling.
Military leather boots make a crisp "click" every time they fall against the blood-stained deck.
Every time the sound of "click" sounded, it seemed to hit everyone's heart heavily. The brutality in the eyes of the soldiers standing high with guns made these rich people a little dazed.
The power of money seems less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.
When everyone was almost there, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy in the beret, and someone brought a microphone for him.
He turned around quickly, looked at everyone on deck with a very bright smile on his face, tapped the microphone, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
A Marillo's characteristic accent, they have a shorter breath than the Commonwealth pronunciation in some pronunciations, and some extra nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.
"I've been eager to meet you all a long time ago, and although someone delayed our meeting for a while, nothing changed.", kicked the captain behind the knee.
The center of gravity supporting the body is broken, and the captain bends his legs forward and kneels on the ground.
Lynch could even hear the sound of his bones hitting the deck—he must be in pain.
But his face didn't show it, just the same indifference.
"It's this guy who has been preventing me from meeting you all, so to apologize to you, I..."
A soldier behind him pulled out a pistol and placed it on his outstretched, flat palm.
He aimed a shot at the captain's head. The bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head, and apparently lifted half of his forehead.
Not many screams, which made the beret frown.
He thought these millionaires would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.
Leave the captain to kill until now, just to create psychological fear for these rich people, but it seems that the effect is not very good.
He couldn't help but think of some rumors about the Federation that he had heard in Marillo. The rumors said that the capitalists of the Federation were all man-eating monsters.
Those workers are chained together. They work in the factory every day until they faint before they have a chance to rest. Their food is worse than that of a capitalist's dog, but they work many times more than a dog.
Every month, the capitalists have to find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers don't get a penny and they have to return the money to the capitalists.
The devil sees that the capitalists of the Federation can ascend to the kingdom of heaven. This is the prejudice of the Marillos against them.
Now, that's not necessarily bias.
He kicked the captain on the body, kicked him hard, and kicked him off the small stage.
"Okay, ignore these unpleasant things, this time I'm so eager to meet you because I heard that you have a tradition of donating money."
"What kind of charity auction was held by your wife of the President, a lighter sold for a high price of one million yuan. It can be seen that you are all passionate about charity."
"And I happen to be poor and need help. I hope you can donate to me as you did in that charity gala!"
He didn't introduce his thoughts at all, thinking about it, a gang of robbers still have to introduce themselves. I'm afraid it's not too comfortable to live?
He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed at him and his girlfriend, "Bring them up."
A gentleman in his fifties and a woman who appeared to be in her thirties took to the stage, their expressions both seemingly composed.
This makes Beret a little embarrassed. These people are not afraid of him. Is there a more failed robber than him?
He glanced at the wealthy pair unhappily, and his face gradually became gloomy, "You will donate things at the charity party. You don't need to donate today. I will donate."
He hooked his fingers, a gangster brought a box, he reached out and grabbed a handful of it, and then showed it in front of people.
It's bullets, lubricated and shiny.
"This is what I donated, and you have to bid for it!"
When the beret said that, everyone knew what he meant.
The gentleman on stage looked at the handful of bullets in the beret's hand, and honestly he didn't know how many.
Looks like there are about twenty?
He was silent for a while, and after a fierce struggle, he gave a price that he thought was appropriate, "two million."
The beret whistled, "Two million, that's a lot!"
His hand holding the bullet clenched tightly, palm down, and released one.
As a bullet falls, he is counting, "One!"
"Two!"
"Three..."
"You must be good at computing!" Beret said with a smile.
He counts and jokes all the way to the end.
"Twenty!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the last bullet fell from his three fingers, and the smile on the beret's face seemed to be a little more affectionate.
The rich man and his girlfriend were also relieved, and the rich man asked directly, "Can we leave now?"
The smile on the beret's face suddenly faded, and he turned his hand over and spread it out, and there was still a bullet inside.
This sudden change took everyone by surprise~IndoMTL.com~ They were clearly watching him count to twenty with the last bullet in their thumb, forefinger and middle finger...
He hid one!
The next second, Beret lifted the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without leaving a buffer.
The bullet pierced the rich lady's head, and her body collapsed in one fell swoop.
Before this, she was holding the rich man tightly, so that the rich man also fell to the ground with her.
Beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The distorted expression on his face made Beret satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
He stretched out his hand, "Don't worry, the extra one has already been taken away, you don't need to bear any extra bullets!"
He pulled the rich man up and made some small movements in his hands, "Take him down to wash, the smell is too great!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the other rich with white teeth and a smile, "Who's next?"