0872 Gradually Dignified [This Chapter Is Sponsored By: Xiaobing Cfl509 and Updated -1/?]

After the severe pain ends... maybe it doesn't end, it just becomes numb and can't be felt anymore.

The Marillo man, who was tied to the chair with wires, barely gasped. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest told that he was not dead yet. Other than that, he almost looked like a dead person.

From the ankle to the knee, all the flesh had been brushed away with a wire brush. The doctor performed an amputation on the spot without sawing off the bones. The two lower legs were still on his legs, but they were no longer legs, just bones.

He shrugged his head. From the initial fear to now accepting it calmly, it was a very interesting psychological process.

He did not dare to tell who was behind him, because then he would not be the only one who would die, but also his brothers, sisters, and family members.

All those who are related to him by blood will be purged, which is also a characteristic of Marillo.

In this country with two ethnic groups, the most common thing they do is to cleanse each other's bloodline.

This practice also extends to daily behavior.

Rather than letting everyone involved with you meet death, it is better to meet death alone.

At first it was so difficult for him to bear the pain and fear that he almost spoke out.

But something like pain, after it hurts to the point of numbness, actually inspires confidence and courage in people's hearts.

No matter how much it hurts, how much can it hurt? Isn’t that what it is?

The only thing he hated was that he shouldn't have gone to the casino, and he shouldn't have wanted to play two games while watching them give away 50,000 yuan in chips for free.

There are some similar and wise proverbs circulating around the world. The general meaning is that the poorer the place, the more willing people are to gamble.

The same is true in Marillo, the slums are full of casinos, and everyone likes to have a good time.

If you lose, your work will be in vain for a day. If you win, you can stop working for a few days.

Once this habit is formed, the person will be controlled by it - if he is really a will-powerful person, he will not be addicted to gambling in the first place.

There were wins and losses at first, until he encountered Lynch's last card.

All the invited guests are wealthy, and it is impossible for them not to be able to spend tens of thousands of dollars. The staff on the ship also think so.

It wasn't until they discovered the check was fake that they realized something might be wrong with their job.

He randomly wrote a check in an attempt to deceive it, but he didn't expect that the six major banks had offices on the cruise ship, and they immediately found out that the bank account number he filled in did not comply with the account rules of any city and was a non-existent one. Account, the problem exploded.

From the polite questioning at the beginning, to the direct violence, to this moment, it actually only took more than ten hours.

He tried his best and shook his head, "Kill me..."

The sound that was so weak that it was inaudible made the faces of the people in the boiler room look even uglier. The strong man who also looked tired got a spoon from somewhere.

He walked over to the foul-mouthed gentleman and pulled his hair back, forcing him to look up at him.

At the same time, he pressed the front end of the spoon with the smallest angle to the corner of the other person's eyes, "It's not easy to die."

"Tell me where you got your invitation letter from and what is your purpose on board the ship."

The foul-mouthed gentleman trembled, maybe because he wanted to laugh, and some blood sprayed out from the corner of his mouth.

The muscular man pushed down hard on the spoon and dug out an eyeball.

In order to prevent this guy from dying immediately, he did not pull the eyeball out directly. Instead, he asked the doctor to cut off the nerves and muscle tissue behind it before digging it out.

It was like a small ball, caught in his hand.

"Do you like to laugh?" he asked, opening the mouth of the foul-mouthed man and stuffing his eyeballs in, "Show me your smile again!"

He looked at the guy and suddenly said, "You're a Marillo."

He suddenly stopped the doctor who was treating the wound of the foul-mouthed gentleman and said, "Don't worry about him. Cut off his head and preserve it. Send it back immediately and let them find out who it belongs to!"

He suddenly had this realization because this bastard was really unwilling to say it until his death. If anyone has such a firm belief, it is impossible.

Not to mention that it is not necessarily faith, only fear is left!

He was afraid that everyone related to him would die, so he could resist the pain and fear and say nothing.

Isn't this exactly what happens over there in Marillo?

Some people are insisting, some are begging for mercy, and many people die every day!

The doctor shrugged, decisively picked up the scalpel used to save people, and cut open the aorta of the foul-mouthed gentleman. Blood instantly covered his face!

At noon, Lynch and Penny sat in the restaurant on the top floor to dine. After a long rest, the girl's physical and mental strength had been restored. She was saying something that Lynch couldn't understand.

Lynch noticed some abnormal changes around him.

"Did you listen to me?"

Lin Qi glanced at her. The girl originally wanted to say something, but with such an ordinary look, the next words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, like...

Sometimes a small inadvertent move by Lynch can put a lot of pressure on others, let alone when he shows some serious expressions.

Under the influence of Lynch, Penny also began to look around, but her observation skills were not enough for her to detect any abnormalities.

"What's wrong, what happened?", she was a little nervous, and Lynch's expression scared her.

Lynch shook his head, "It's nothing, I just think there are too many waiters today."

Normally, if no one is in need, the wait staff will hardly appear around the guests.

They may be hiding in a corner, observing all the guests. When someone needs them, they will take the initiative to appear and provide enthusiastic service.

But today is different. Even if the waiters don't have trays, bottles, or other work in their hands, they will frequently move around where the guests appear.

This is not in line with the positioning of high-end luxury services. How can there be countless "low-class people" walking around in a truly high-end occasion?

Although it may be offensive to say this, it is the truth.

Those gentlemen would rather do it themselves than pass by the waiters frequently.

Something must have happened.

Lynch was very confident. Combined with the apology from the female manager this morning, he realized that this was definitely not as simple as someone getting on the boat. There must be something more terrible happening.

For example, more people got mixed up and their purposes.

Lynch is a timid person. He is not afraid of death because he is certain to die.

If he didn't have to die, he would cherish his life.

This series of changes made him immediately realize that the situation was not good, and also made him lose his appetite. He stood up directly.

With such a simple move, seven or eight waiters immediately looked at Lynch, then smiled and lowered their heads.

Penny also felt the tense atmosphere. She stood up immediately and walked to the telegraph room with Lynch.

Lynch needs to shake people up.

The atmosphere on the ship became solemn and serious, as Lynch and others felt, more than one person had sneaked into the cruise ship.

Their identities vary, some are waiters, some are guests, some are crew members...

If you want to hijack a luxury cruise ship, it is simply impossible to achieve it with a few speedboats, a dozen people and a few guns. If there is no one to help them, those people will not even be able to get on the ship!

There is no good way for them to climb onto the slippery hull of a sailing ship. Movies don't dare to do this. At least they have to have a noose or something.

Therefore, it is also destined that more people must sneak into the ship in advance.

After the foul-mouthed gentleman was exposed, these people had been alarmed. Fortunately, the idiot had not yet confessed, which also gave these people a very urgent feeling.

"We can't wait any longer. The crew members have begun to re-examine our identities in batches. It is very likely that we will be exposed..."

The vacant and empty lower cabins became a good place for these people to meet. There are thousands of rooms. No one knows whether there is someone in that room or not, let alone when there is someone and when there is no one.

A girl with lake-blue pupils also had a serious expression, "The situation is the same here. They are reviewing our information again, and I'm worried that there will be problems there."

As one of the largest warlords in Maliro, a for-profit organization in the Federation, many of their employees are Maliro people.

These people are all within the scope of the warlords' rule and know everything about them.

One person did something wrong and the whole family was killed, which also made no one of them dare to touch any high-voltage wires.

Many people say that the service is warm and in place at all times. Even if you point at their nose and humiliate them, they will apologize with a smile and beg for your forgiveness.

It's not because they are really that mean, it's just that they are afraid of complaining and that the company will lose important customers because of their personal reasons and send their whole family on the road.

The identities of these infiltrators are real, and some are not.

People with real identities don’t have to worry about verification issues, but those with identity problems will be found out within three to five days at most.

No matter whether they can find their family or friends by then, they will definitely not be able to escape.

"You have to act in advance, otherwise there will be no hope at all."

"But this place is too close to the Federation. It takes up to three hours to reach the shore. We have no choice but to leave the Federation coastline!"

At this time, a crew member said, "I will be on duty the night after tomorrow. I will find a way to divert the ship from the channel. They will not let the ship stop. One night is enough for us to completely leave the federal coastline."

"You can give it a try..."

"I agree……"

"I also agree. I am on duty in the telegraph room today and I will send them a telegram..."