Blackstone Code Chapter 881: Communication is one of the most effective ways to solve problems

A living life disappears before the eyes of the people, and these pirates are finally putting some pressure on the rich on board.

One?

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

No matter how many people die, they won't be shaken in the slightest, because people are cheap commodities all over the world.

They are just... consumables.

Only if the capitalists have casualties, will the capitalists feel fear.

"I think I've seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" Beret pointed a pistol at a pair of guests he was familiar with.

Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage, the same way as before.

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

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

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

I was very satisfied with the berets at this price. He counted them one by one. When he counted the last one, which was also the twenty-sixth, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, I was a little nervous, because the first time it was twenty-one, and now it is twenty-six. Will there be a little more later?

No one can guarantee that the beret's hand can't catch more bullets, and maybe even he will go in and fish with both hands, which also makes people realize that standing on stage early can save money!

Saving money means making money!

"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky, you passed this level!" Beret took the transfer check from the rich man and handed it to the soldier beside him.

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

"I would like to donate to..."

Someone stepped forward early, causing Beret to burst into a frantic laugh after a brief absence.

He thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make them emotionally fluctuated, but he didn't expect that there was no, but the way was wrong at the beginning.

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

Like here.

"I donate three million!"

"I donate too, I donate 3.2 million!"

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

Their life has just begun, and they still have countless time to enjoy the happiness that money brings, and they don't want to quit early.

It's just some money, there's no need to make others find excuses for hurting themselves for money, and their lives are much more expensive than these millions!

Beret laughs and collects the checks. He looks at these people and thinks that they are extremely cute, and some crazy thoughts grow in his heart.

If this time is successful, does that mean there may be another time?

A lot of money!

These federal tycoons are too rich. In just a short period of time, he has earned tens of millions of federal sols. If he earns this money himself, he will not only work hard, but he may never earn one of it in his life. zero.

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

He suddenly notices a man standing in the distance smoking a cigarette, and the handsome young guy is alone and has not donated money to himself.

While this made him a little curious, the uncontrollable brutality in his heart also began to rise, he pushed aside the crowd and pointed a gun at the young man, "You come here, others have donated money, why do you Don't donate?"

He speaks with some sarcasm, like a cat playing a mouse, at least he thinks so.

Lynch strolled to the crowd, he wasn't 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 pulled out a pen, "I could write you a check full of numbers, but what's the point?"

"Do you want it?"

Lynch held a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, clenched his teeth lightly on his mouthpiece, held a pen in his free hand, and kept drawing circles on the checkbook, which were zeros.

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

Lynch tore the check, stuffed the checkbook and pen back into his pocket, and handed the check full of zeros, "One trillion, is it enough, is it enough, you can add more A few zeros."

Beret suddenly stepped forward and held the pistol against Lynch's forehead, opening his stinking mouth... His teeth were quite white, "What the **** do you mean?"

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

Lynch fearlessly inserted the check into the winger of the beret on the beret's head, "That's what I mean, take those checks to the bank, and you can't transfer even a penny! "

Beret retracted the pistol, he strode over to the assistant and took all the cheques that were placed with him in his hand, flipping through them one by one, without any problems.

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

There's no difference with these, at least he doesn't know what the difference is.

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

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

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid, I'd probably be the only one here who really cooperates with you."

"I think you'd be willing to take the money and get out of here and spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit, and you wouldn't want to get nothing and die on the side of the road, right?"

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

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

His instinct told him not to **** listen to this young man's bullshit, but his sanity told him he had to listen to what this guy was talking about.

"What's your name?"

Beret put the gun in his hand again, and he began to appear to be talking to Lynch on an equal footing.

"Lynch, you probably know me."

Beret has a stunned expression on his face, "The youngest Mr. Ten Billion, the newspaper says you have ten Billion, is this true?"

Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with some of Lynch's words, or a little jealous of the "friendliness" and "equality" shown by the robber to Lynch, and subconsciously sneered.

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

He doesn't have a smile on his face, nor is he hideous, but more terrifying and more stressful.

"I'll kill anyone who **** interrupts me again!"

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

Lynch did not evade, and the two stared at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, the beret did not see anything that could shake, such as guilty conscience or deception.

When someone betrayed him in Marilo, he just looked them in the eyes, and they quickly became overwhelmed and looked away.

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

"So what do you mean by that?"

Lynch squinted at the crowd under the small stage and said softly, "Someone has interrupted our conversation just now, and they will do it again, why don't we find a quiet place, I am alone, you As many as you like, let's talk?"

Beret took a few steps back and forth, nodded, and after he whispered a few words to his assistant, he raised his pistol and made a "follow me" gesture, and the two walked to the bar next to him.

"Go away!"

There are several soldiers around the bar in the open-air bar, and they all smell strongly of alcohol.

It's time for the soldiers to relax after an intense exchange of fire.

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

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

The soldiers took a lot of wine with a smile. The beret took a bottle and two glasses, and he took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.

On the other hand, he said, "What do you mean by what you just said, why can't I get the money?"

Lynch made a "give me one" gesture and took a check from Beret's hand. He looked at it and it was a check for three million.

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

"We've been missing and signed these transfer checks during this time~IndoMTL.com~ Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened, if the bank doesn't get our secure message, 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."

"There is no difference between what you get and what you don't get, so I said, I can write to you as much as you want, because I know you can't actually do anything."

Berets smashed the bar with the **** of a pistol after hearing this, "Damn, you capitalists are **** mean!"

The truth explained by Lynch is not a truth between heaven and earth. It is as simple as telling people that one plus one equals two, as long as it is an individual, it can be understood.

As it happens, the beret's IQ looks normal, and he understands it.

He's played by these rich people!

He gulps down the wine in the glass, smashes the glass to the ground, gets up and walks towards the rich people, "I'll kill them!"