Blackstone Code

It was getting late. Lynch walked out the door and glanced at his watch. He walked towards his room.

"Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."

Lynch wants to thank everyone in the world for speaking the same language, otherwise just communication would be a big problem.

For example, two soldiers who didn't understand what he was saying put a gun to his head and told him to "dog". It's scary to think about it.

Sometimes those in higher positions are easily persuaded, but those in lower positions who are rigid are difficult to convince. Of course, this is partly because they dare not change.

As soon as he opened the door, Lin Qi knew that someone had come. There were too many details.

He frowned slightly and looked towards the direction of the bedroom. There were some spattered blood stains on the wall. As the blood stains slowly fell, they drew vertical blood stains on the wall.

He walked in, glanced at the female manager who was lying dead on the bed, and then exited the room. He didn't even talk to Penny to confirm if something happened to her.

Who knows if there is anyone hiding here, and at the same time, he also knows that the death of the female manager is a warning given to him by the beret.

He planned to tell Lynch in this way that everything was still under his control.

Lynch returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down. After ten or twenty minutes, he was ready to take a rest when Beret suddenly broke in.

With a very hypocritical smirk on his face, he raised the wine bottle in his hand, "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"

Several soldiers rushed into every room from behind him. Lynch nodded as if nothing happened, "Okay, but I can't drink too much."

"It doesn't matter……"

Beret acted as if he really came to drink. Without saying anything, he poured a full glass of wine for Lynch.

Federals are weird.

They like to use some large vessels to hold the smallest amount of liquid, such as square cups.

Each square cup has a capacity of at least 450 ml, but the federal people never give it a chance to fill it up. In many cases, it may only contain about 100 ml of liquid.

Even with ice cubes added, it would be full very early.

The more luxurious the appliances, the more so. Some experts believe that this aesthetic originates from a certain nation in ancient times, which regarded bigness as beauty and respect.

Gradually, people have become accustomed to this kind of thing. A cup that may feel very huge contains only a small amount of liquid.

The cup in front of Lynch was the only one he had seen in the past few years. It was full and overflowing.

"I can't drink so much."

Lynch didn't pick it up. He knew that as long as he picked it up, he would drink it all.

In fact, according to Lynch's drinking capacity, this amount of wine is nothing. Wine with 30 to 40 degrees of alcohol used to be no different from mineral water in his eyes.

But he can't drink. It's a matter of attitude.

The soldiers who broke into the room and searched around came out at this time. They came out the same way they entered.

There are no redundant people.

The beret pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table, "Would you like a drink?"

"I would drink when you put a gun to my head and the safety was on, but not now."

Beret briefly lost the ability to think because of Lynch's answer.

After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing, "You are such a damn interesting person, Lynch. What you just wanted to express was that you are also afraid of death, right?"

Lynch really nodded, "I am particularly afraid of death. I am very courageous when I don't feel death. When I think I will die, I will bow my head."

"You are the first person to admit this. You are such an interesting person!" Beret's mood seemed unstable and moody.

Many dictators have this trait, and most of them are what people call madmen. This does not mean that Beret has the potential to become a great warlord, but he seems to be "happy" in terms of personality.

He put away the gun again and did not force Lynch to drink the full glass of wine. "I just made a joke with you, friend, how could I do that?"

He picked up the glass in front of him, and the full wine overflowed, pouring on his hands, knees, and the expensive carpet.

After just one big sip, he put the glass down and wiped his wine-stained hand on Lynch's clothes, "Since you don't want to drink with me, I'll leave."

After saying that, he stood up with a smile, looked at Lin Qi condescendingly for a while, and then turned and left.

Lynch lay on the sofa again, lying quietly as if nothing happened.

The next day, Lynch took a shower in the morning, changed into clean clothes, and chose a less bright tie. A bright tie would make him look younger. What he needed now was convincing maturity.

After looking in the mirror to make sure that nothing looked wrong about himself, he left the room.

He stayed with the body at night, of course he slept on the sofa and the body slept on the bed.

But he wasn't afraid, he was just a dead man.

He has been doing his own thing since the morning. Some people are very disdainful of his behavior, while others are very grateful for everything he has done for everyone. This obviously contradictory emotion does appear in different people.

People who think Lynch is not good always regard him as a partner of robbers, and turn around to squeeze their own wealth. This is indeed not an experience worth repeating.

At this time, in the captain's cabin, a group of people were destroying various instruments and meters inside. They even knocked the steering wheel in one direction until it died and locked it on the steering wheel frame.

The purpose of this is of course to prepare for evacuation.

Just like Lynch said, they can't actually get much cash from this group of people. Now they can only hope that Lynch's check can be cashed and that he keeps his word.

The beret won't stay here for long. With so many rich people in the Federation missing, he can guess what the Federation people are like now.

They must have sent out the navy to look for this ship everywhere. The longer it stayed, the more dangerous it was.

Sitting on the small stage on the first deck, he quietly looked at the junction of sea and sky in the distance, his eyes seemed to be able to extend infinitely along the horizon.

"Chief, we have destroyed the captain's room." It was his adjutant who came, and he was actually a rather pleasant loser.

Today the dogleg has some thoughts of his own, "I think we should set off another fire, that would be safer."

The beret glanced at him sideways, raised his leg and kicked him, "Whoever dares to set fire, I will kill him with my own hands."

In Marillo, all warlords, big and small, were involved in the smuggling business.

Of course, what the big warlords do is called "foreign trade", and only what the small and medium-sized warlords do is called smuggling.

For smuggling, we have to mention sea transportation, which is also the most convenient smuggling method.

It is impossible to have coast guards everywhere on the long coastline of the Federation. They always have a way to sneak in.

On the sea, it is often difficult to tell the direction, let alone find something.

But if there is a plume of smoke at this time, it will immediately attract everyone's attention.

The dog-legged man was kicked by the beret and staggered a few steps before scratching his head and walking back in embarrassment.

"Let people prepare some pockets. Although we can't grab cash this time, those rich people have good things."

"Take everything they have on them and do it immediately."

The loser was still scratching his head, "If someone resists..."

The beret glanced at him sideways again, "I didn't buy you guns just for you to hold and play with. If someone resists, won't you kill those people?"

Soon, the soldiers were divided into teams of three or two, and they entered different cabins with sacks, forcing everyone to hand over whatever valuables they had with them.

Facing these robbers who finally looked like robbers, the mood of the rich became more relaxed.

Is this weird?

No, it wouldn't be surprising at all if the robbers intended to kill them.

The robbers could have killed them first and then taken the valuables from their bodies. But they didn't do that now because they really didn't intend to do it.

This is the only good news during this period. The rich people are also very cooperative, although it is a bit painful.

Lynch took away one million from them, and they didn't feel any physical pain, because one million was still far from their psychological bottom line, but they didn't feel it was a heavy payment.

And that money also bought a small share of a company, at least there won't be much of a psychological reaction.

But these personal accessories are different. Some are orphans, or even things passed down from ancestors. For example, the jewelry worn by ladies, some of them cost more than one million.

In the face of life and wealth, some people made wrong judgments and became negative teaching materials. People know how to choose.

What people didn't expect was that they didn't even let go of their clothes!

This made everyone feel ashamed. They were almost naked, exposing their most primitive appearance and state.

There are old men with saggy skin and bellies, ladies with saggy splays, men who wish they could stuff a water bottle in their crotches, and ladies who are so baggy that they can't even find the slightest bit of charm.

ugly.

Lynch may be the only one to escape this embarrassment, but it doesn't matter even if he is asked to take it off, since he is not the one who has low self-esteem anyway.

Beret's sudden decision made Lynch realize that Beret was planning to leave. In fact, from the beginning, Beret had never really had the absolute initiative on the ship.

He couldn't get cash, transfer checks couldn't be used casually, and he had offended so many rich people who couldn't be killed. After calming down, he finally realized that he had messed up!

If this kind of thing were done a hundred years later, it would definitely not be a problem. The money would be in the account at the touch of a finger.

But in this era, what can be gained by robbing a cruise ship on the sea and hijacking a group of rich people who do not bring cash?

Nothing is gained.

Since he couldn't get anything, the beret didn't want to waste any more time. He planned to retreat.

So……

Lynch rubbed his chin.

Should we let him leave?

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