Blackstone Code

A living life disappeared in front of people, and these pirates finally brought some pressure to the rich on the ship.

One?

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

No matter how many people from the lower class die, it will not make them waver in the slightest, because cheap commodities like humans are everywhere in the world.

They are just... consumables.

Only when there are casualties among capitalists will capitalists feel fear.

"I think I've seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" Beret pointed his pistol at a pair of guests who looked familiar to him.

Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage, playing the same game just now.

The beret reached into the box full of bullets and grabbed a big handful. "Here, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"

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

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

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

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

No one can guarantee that the beret's hand can't catch more bullets. He may even go in and fish it out with both hands. This also makes people realize that standing on stage in advance can save money!

Save money and make money!

"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky. You passed this test!" The beret took the transfer check from the rich man and handed it to the soldiers beside him.

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

"I am willing to donate..."

Someone stood up in advance, which made the beret suddenly laugh crazily after a brief moment of confusion.

He originally thought that these rich people were so calm that nothing could cause them to have violent mood swings. Unexpectedly, it was not that they didn't. It was just that the way they started was wrong.

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

Like here now.

"I'll donate three million!"

"I will donate too, I will donate 3.2 million!"

Many rich people, especially young rich people, can no longer keep their composure. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than that 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 are unwilling to leave early.

It's just some money. There is no need to let others find excuses to harm themselves just for money. Besides, their lives are much more expensive than these millions!

Beret laughed and put away the checks. He looked at these people and thought they were extremely cute, and some crazy thoughts came to his mind.

If it succeeds this time, does that mean there may be a next time?

It’s so profitable!

These federal tycoons are so rich. In just a short period of time, he has made tens of millions of federal soles. If he earns this money by himself, not only will he have to work hard, but he may not be able to earn even a fraction of it in his lifetime.

But here, it was so easy to get them, and his eyes gradually became more greedy.

He suddenly noticed that there was a person standing far away and still smoking. The young and handsome guy was actually alone and did not donate any money to himself.

This made him a little curious, and at the same time, the uncontrollable cruelty raging in his heart also began to rear its head. He pushed aside the crowd and pointed the gun at the young man, "Come here, others have donated money, why don't you donate? "

He spoke with a mocking, sarcastic tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, or so he thought.

Lynch strolled up to the crowd. He was not afraid of the beret at all. He just looked at him calmly, "You want a check?"

He took out the checkbook in his arms and took out a pen, "I can write you a check with numbers filling the entire side, but what's the point?"

"Do you want it?"

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

The beret was stunned. He looked back at the soldiers beside him, and then quickly looked at Lynch, "What do you mean?"

Lynch tore off the check and stuffed the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed over the check filled with zeros, "One trillion, is it enough? If it's not enough, you can add a few more zeros." .”

The beret suddenly stepped forward, held a pistol to Lynch's forehead, opened his foul-smelling mouth... His teeth were quite white, "What the hell do you mean?"

He glared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him, and it seemed that the Berets were the weaker side, which was strange.

Lynch inserted the check into the beret's wing without fear, "That's what I mean, you take those checks to the bank and you won't be able to transfer even a penny!"

The beret withdrew his pistol. He strode to the assistant and took all the checks that were placed there in his hand. He looked through them one by one and found no problems.

Each one looked like the checks he had seen, with the time, amount, and autographs of the rich. He had seen federal transfer checks, and even went out of his way to get two before this operation.

There was no difference between these, at least he didn't know any difference.

"You fucking lied to me!" He walked up to Lynch again and held the gun to Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger at any time.

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

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid. I might be the only one of all the people here who really cooperates with you."

"I think you are definitely willing to take the money and leave here, and then spend the rest of your life in endless pursuits, rather than get nothing and die miserably on the roadside, right?"

"At least you get something, even if it's just temporary."

The beret stared at Lynch seriously. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

His instinct told him not to fucking listen to what this young man said, but his reason told him that he had to listen to what this guy was saying.

"what's your name?"

Beret put away the gun in his hand again, and he began to talk to Lynch as if he were an equal.

"Lynch, you may know me."

A look of surprise appeared on the beret's face, "The youngest Mr. Ten Billionaire, the newspaper said you have ten billion, is this true?"

Someone in the crowd might be dissatisfied with some of Lynch's words, or perhaps jealous of the "friendliness" and "equality" shown by the robber towards Lynch, and subconsciously sneered.

The beret's gaze immediately shifted from Lynch's face to the direction where the laughter came from.

There was no smile on his face, nor was he ferocious. Instead, he looked more terrifying and made people feel more stressed.

"If I hear anyone fucking interrupt me again, I'll kill them!"

He turned around, looked at Lynch, and met his gaze.

Lynch did not avoid him, and the two of them stared at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, the beret did not see anything like guilt or deceit that could shake him.

When he was in Marillo, whenever someone betrayed him, all he had to do was look into the other person's eyes, and the other person would soon be unable to bear the pressure and his eyes would start to dodge.

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

"So what do you mean?"

Lin Qi glanced sideways at the crowd under the small stage and said softly, "Someone has interrupted our conversation just now, and they will do it again next time. Why don't we find a quiet place, and I'll be alone, and you can do whatever you want, Let’s talk?”

The beret took a few steps back and forth and nodded. After whispering a few words to his assistant, he raised his pistol and made a "Follow me" gesture, and the two of them walked to the bar nearby.

"Everyone get out of here!"

There were several soldiers beside the bar in the open-air bar, and they all smelled strongly of alcohol.

Just after a fierce exchange of fire, the soldiers should be relaxed at this time.

In the past, he also tried to set strict rules like some national armies. As a result, the people below either ran away or went crazy and killed their own people. In the end, he gave up.

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

The soldiers took away a lot of wine with smiles. The beret took a bottle and two glasses. He also took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.

While talking, he said, "What do you mean by what you just said? Why can't I get the money?"

After Lynch made a "give me one" gesture, he got a check from the beret's hand. He looked at it and saw that it was a check for three million.

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

"We were missing and signed these transfer checks during this period. Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank doesn't get information about our safety, first of all you won't be able to use this check."

"Secondly, whoever goes to the bank with this check is the suspect...or the robber."

"There is no difference between whether you get these things or not, so I said, I can write to you whatever you want, because I know that you can't actually do anything."

After hearing this, the beret hit the bar with the handle of his pistol, "Fuck, you capitalists are so damn despicable!"

The truth explained by Lynch is not some truth between heaven and earth. It is as simple as telling people that one plus one equals two. Anyone can understand it.

As it happened, Beret's IQ seemed to be normal, and he understood.

He was tricked by these rich men!

He drank the wine in the cup, smashed the cup to the ground, stood up and walked towards the rich men, "I'll kill them!"