Blackstone Code Chapter 887: Road 1 goes north

"Almost done."

Lynch said, and took out a stack of checks from his pocket, "There are more than 70 million here, deduct my 30 million, and the rest will be divided into half..."

He said he took out a dozen of them and handed them over, "In addition to my 30 million, you almost have a check of 50 million in your hand."

"Your business is doing well, better than most of the people here... no, more than everyone here makes in a year!"

Beret couldn't believe his ears. After staring at Lynch for three or four seconds, he couldn't help laughing again,

While laughing, he slapped the armrest and swayed his body back and forth slightly, "I knew you were a **** interesting person, your brain is very useful, otherwise, come and do it with me!"

"You also said just now that I make more money from this transaction than everyone here makes in a year."

"Your brain, the gun in my hand..." He was probably afraid that Lynch forgot that he had a gun in his hand, so he couldn't help pulling the gun from his waist and shook it a few times.

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

The beret's silver-grey eyes reveal something called "arrogant ambition."

Maliro is full of wars and warlords, but in fact the people who really dominate are the Mallory people.

The Mallory people ruled the Mallory for a long time, and they amassed a great deal of wealth - in this case the top social class, not the Mallory living in the slums.

So now more than half of the major warlords in Mariro are warlord organizations with Mallory as the core, and only two of the warlord organizations are led by Mariro.

He wants to be the third!

Even be the last one!

He looked at Lynch enthusiastically, but unfortunately Lynch wouldn't agree.

Gradually, the beret began to be disappointed, and he sighed, "I know, you federal people, no one looks down on it."

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

"Leave all the checks..."

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

The beret burst out laughing. 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 looks at the beret after doing this, "Where's my check?"

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

"This is a waterproof envelope made by the bank to deal with various situations. Even if it is submerged in the sea, as long as it is not so deep, it will be safe for a short period of time."

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

Lynch drew a check from the envelope and wiped the signature with his finger in front of Beret.

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

He walked over to Lynch and grabbed the check. The signature on it was very vague. Even if he didn't go to the bank for transfer or cashing, he knew that the check was invalid.

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

Beret's temper came quickly, and this time he didn't threaten Lynch with a weapon because he knew it wasn't going to work.

Lynch quietly watched him get angry before he said, "I just show you what you have to do. You can reject my proposal, then you will bear the consequences of rejection."

Beret hesitated, but finally took the check out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Lynch.

Lynch put the check in a waterproof envelope in front of him, then sealed it, toasted the edge a little under the flame of a lighter, and quickly squeezed it tightly.

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

"There are almost 100 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're going to have to put it away. That's enough money for those **** to kill you a hundred times."

Lynch earnestly asked Beret to listen. He was not very smart himself, otherwise he would not have appeared on this ship, and he could listen to the advice of smart people.

Thinking of the amount of money in this envelope, and looking at Lynch's serious expression, he vaguely felt that Lynch didn't lie to him.

He nodded vigorously, and tucked the envelope into his **** in front of Lynch, with his back to his pussies.

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

"Don't show that look, my friend, it's already mine, haven't you forgotten?"

After stuffing the envelope into his panties, he tried to reach out and pat Lynch on the shoulder, but Lynch stepped aside.

Seeing Lynch's exaggerated actions, Beret laughed again, "You're such an interesting guy, why don't you really think about doing it with me?"

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

He said it very rudely, and even stated in his words that he was not optimistic about the survival of the beret, but the beret was not very angry.

This is the most common situation for people with volatile and moody personalities. They are not easily irritated by some common words, and of course sometimes inexplicable outbursts.

"There will be that day." Beret withdrew his hand and looked at Lynch, who seemed to be different from before.

This amount of money is enough for him to build a force that cannot be ignored.

"Take him away!"

The beret was taken away by Lynch. Looking at the background of Lynch's passing away, he smelled his fingers, and there was an unspeakable stench.

Subconsciously, he shudders a bit, **** it!

Everyone was locked in their own room, and there was a series of gunshots from the lower cabin, and the rich people in the upper cabin knew what it was.

They are killing those Mallory people, and no one has come forward to say or do anything at this time, which makes Lynch and some people more certain that the robbers are going.

The robbers destroyed the boiler and generator before leaving, and the entire ship was plunged into darkness.

As soon as it got dark, the beret left with the looted riches and the little envelope, and there was always a sense of danger lingering around him that made him eager to get out of here.

At half past six, Lynch left the room and the cruise ship was empty.

He silently came to a deck, piled up whatever he could find, and lit a fire.

The fire burns quickly, and the light of the fire can be seen from a distance when viewed from the air.

"In the distance...the direction of the fire is found, it should be a cruise ship, and you should speed up."

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

Lynch brought a chair and sat beside the fire, smoking a cigarette and thinking about something.

Actually, the checks that the berets took away were not redeemable either.

Something in Lynch's hands is valid credentials.

But if those credentials fall into the hands of those who don't have access to it, it's invalid.

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

The roar from the air in the distance let Lynch know that the rescue ship should be nearby. After about an hour, the cruiser of the Federal Navy approached here, and there were also people from Blackrock Security~ IndoMTL.com ~ Mr. Lynch..."

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

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

"It's too late, I don't know where they're going, let the plane know and they should be found."

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

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

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

Lynch looked up and down the sergeant, "You are responsible for commanding from the back, you don't have to go to the front line."

The sergeant also wants to refute or say something to show that he can actually go to the field, even if he won't go to the field 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 who will spend your pension on your wife and beat your children."

"It's good enough for you to get this done later, I can trust you."

"More people, we have to get ahead of others."

Lynch finished his last puff of cigarettes and threw the cigarette **** into the sea. "The nature of this battle is very special. At the same time, I ask you to use aircraft to cooperate in the operation during the operation."

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

The sergeant nodded, "Got it, boss!"

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