0880 I Want to Play a Game with You [This Chapter Is Sponsored By: Daylily Qm, Titled and Updated 3/?]

The captain knew he was careless when the first shot was fired.

The female telegraph operator said that the people and the fire were all here, and the cruise ship was still traveling at high speed. He did not think that the pirates pretending to be under the warlord could board the ship at this time.

But as luck would have it, they boarded the ship at this moment, and the sound of gunshots told it all.

What is somewhat surprising is that apart from a few whispered exclamations, there was no immediate commotion on the ship.

Although the faces of the wealthy federal tycoons were not very good-looking, they did not look desperate.

Isn’t the purpose of pirates hijacking cruise ships just for money?

To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth a billion dollars, and if one person leaks a little, these pirates can be full of money.

And they are not too worried that the pirates will hurt themselves and offend so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill all the insiders.

Once the slightest bit of news is revealed, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.

What's more, if the rich are not alive, they can't get the money.

It is the stupidest time to go out at this time. The pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.

It would be safer to sit in the cabin and wait for the two groups outside to fight for control before going out.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, the sound of crying, yelling, and the sound of something stumbling and falling.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulated people's nerves. Many people were covered in sweat at this time, and they could not concentrate at all.

I can only smoke one cigarette after another, or take a small puff of pure color, hoping to use nicotine to force myself to settle down.

Lynch was sitting quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, admiring the moon and blood outside the window while sipping the wine.

He wasn't nervous at all, he even wanted to laugh.

Just now, he felt an obvious sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.

A fast ship on the sea is not easy to detect and accurately locate, but a slow cruise ship can.

The probability of being searched by an airplane is higher.

The resistance and gun battle continued until after nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until nearly ten o'clock.

Except for the occasional sporadic gunshots in the lower cabin, there was no obvious confrontation situation on the entire ship.

At half past ten, all the lights on the ship were turned on, but it was different from any other day.

Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.

The female manager stood outside the door with a pale face, and her body was shaking.

"Mr. Lynch...they asked me to invite you to the deck..."

Lynch stood up from the sofa, buttoned up his buttons, and said, "Lead the way!"

Perhaps Lynch's calm performance rubbed off on the female manager, and her body seemed less trembling.

As soon as Lin Qi went out, he saw people coming out of the room on the left and right. There was no exchange of words. At most, their eyes were locked for a moment when they looked at each other.

Everyone was heading towards the same place, which was originally a deck used to hold various large-scale events.

Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck, and there is a lot of blood on some stairs. The blood has become sticky after being blown by the sea breeze.

Wisps of blood hung between the suspended buildings, and blood slowly dripped.

Many people died.

Lynch saw some guys who were obviously not crew members throwing corpses out of the side of the ship. The rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like an aphrodisiac.

Arriving on the first deck, many people had gathered here. The first mate, who had left a "deep impression" on people two days ago, was hung on a light pole.

The wire was wrapped around his neck, and his entire head was a purple color. His tongue was half-stretched, and he was already dead.

What surprised Lynch was that the captain was not dead, but his condition was not very good. He seemed to have gunshot wounds on his body, and he could barely support his body and stand in front of people.

A guy wearing a beret and with scars on his face turned his back to everyone, and the front half of his right foot rose and fell rhythmically.

Every time the military leather boots fell, they would make a crisp "snap" sound when they hit the deck still stained with blood.

Every "click" sound seemed to hit everyone's heart hard. The cruelty in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers standing high with guns in their hands made these rich men feel a little dazed.

The power of money seems to be less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.

After everyone had almost arrived, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy wearing the beret, and someone else brought him a microphone.

He turned around quickly, looked at everyone on the deck with a bright smile on his face, patted the microphone, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

He has a unique accent from Mariro. Their breath is shorter than the federal pronunciation in some pronunciations, and there are some extra nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.

"I have been eager to meet you all for a long time. Although some people delayed our meeting for some time, the result has not changed." He kicked the captain in the back of the leg.

The center of gravity supporting the human body was broken, and the captain bent his legs forward and knelt on the ground.

Lynch could hear the sound of his bones hitting the deck—he must be in pain.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just remained indifferent.

"This is the guy who has been blocking me from meeting you all, so in order to apologize to you, I..."

A soldier behind him took out a pistol and placed it on his outstretched palm.

He aimed at the captain's head and shot him. The bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head, apparently blowing off half of his forehead, and the blood and contents spilled all over the floor in an instant.

There were not many screams, which made the beret frown.

He thought these rich men would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.

The purpose of keeping the captain until now was to create psychological fear in these rich men, but it didn't seem to be very effective.

He couldn't help but think of some rumors about the Federation that he heard when he was in Marillo. The rumors said that the capitalists in the Federation were all man-eating monsters.

Those workers were linked together by iron chains and worked in the factory every day until they fainted before they had a chance to rest. Their food was worse than that of capitalist dogs, but they did many times more work than dogs.

Every month, the capitalists still find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers don't get a penny and have to pay the capitalists in turn.

The devil can ascend to heaven when he sees the capitalists of the Federation. This is the prejudice of the Marillo people against them.

Looking back now, this is not necessarily bias.

He kicked the captain hard enough to knock him off the small stage.

"Okay, let's skip these unpleasant things. I am so eager to meet you this time because I heard that you have a tradition of donating money."

"At some charity auction held by your wife, a lighter was sold for a million dollars. It can be seen that you are both passionate about charity."

"And I happen to be a poor person and a person in need of help. I hope you can donate to me as enthusiastically as you did in that charity party!"

He had no intention of introducing himself at all. Thinking about it, a group of robbers had to introduce themselves. Isn't this because he felt that his life was too comfortable?

He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed at him and his female companion, "Bring them up."

A man in his fifties and a woman who looked to be in her thirties appeared on the stage together. Their expressions looked calm.

This made Beret a little embarrassed. These people were not afraid of him. Is there any more failed robber than him?

He glanced at the wealthy couple unhappily, and his expression gradually turned gloomy, "You will donate things at the charity party. You don't need to donate today, I will donate."

He hooked his fingers, and a gangster brought a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful, and then showed it in front of people.

They were bullets, lubricated and shiny.

"This is what I donated, you have to pay for it!"

When Beret said this, everyone knew what he meant.

The gentleman on the stage looked at a handful of bullets in the beret's hand. To be honest, he didn't know how many there were.

It looks like there are about twenty?

He was silent for a while, and after a fierce mental struggle, he gave a price he thought was appropriate, "Two million."

The beret whistled, "Two million, that's a lot!"

He grasped the bullet tightly with his palm facing down, and then let go of one bullet.

As each bullet fell, he counted, "One!"

"two!"

"three……"

"You must be good at calculations!", the beret said with a smile.

He counted and joked throughout the process until the end.

"twenty!"

The last bullet fell from his three fingers, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on the beret's face seemed to be more cordial.

The rich man and his female companion also breathed a sigh of relief, and the rich man asked directly, "Can we leave?"

The smile on the beret's face suddenly faded. He turned his hand over and opened his palm. There was still a bullet in it.

This sudden change caught everyone by surprise. They clearly saw him holding the last bullet between his thumb, index finger and middle finger when he counted to twenty...

He hid one!

The next second, the beret raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without leaving any buffer.

The bullet penetrated the head of the rich man's female companion, and her body fell down immediately.

Before that, she hugged the rich man so tightly that he fell to the ground with her.

The beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's expression finally changed. The expression on his face twisted with fear made the beret feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

He stretched out his hand, "Don't worry, someone has already taken away the extra bullet. You don't need to bear any extra bullets!"

He pulled the rich man up and made some small movements with his hands, "Take him down and wash him, the smell is too strong!"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the other rich men with his white teeth and smile, "Who's next?"