After the severe pain ended … Maybe it didn't end, but he became numb and couldn't feel it anymore.
The Marillo man, who was tied to the chair by a wire, gasped for breath. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest told people that he was not dead. Other than that, he was almost like a dead man.
From his ankles to his knees, all the flesh had been brushed off by a wire brush. The doctor performed an amputation on the spot without sawing off the bone. The two calves were still on his legs, but they were no longer legs. They were just bones.
He shrugged his head. From the initial fear to the current calm acceptance of all this, it was a very interesting psychological process.
He didn't dare to tell people who was behind him, because he would not be the only one who would die. His brothers and sisters and his family would also die.
Everyone who was related to him by blood would be eliminated. This was also a characteristic of Marillo.
In this country where there were two ethnic groups, the most common thing was to eliminate each other's blood.
This practice also extended to their daily behavior.
Instead of letting everyone who was related to him face death, it was better to face death alone.
At first, he couldn't bear the pain and fear, and he almost said it out loud.
But when he became numb to the pain, it stimulated the confidence and courage in his heart.
No matter how painful it was, how painful could it be? Wasn't it just like that?
The only thing he hated was that he shouldn't have gone to the casino. He shouldn't have watched them give him fifty thousand yuan worth of chips for free and wanted to play a few rounds.
There were similar, intelligent proverbs circulating around the world. The general meaning was that the poorer the place, the more willing people were to gamble.
It was the same in Marillo. There were casinos everywhere in the slums, and everyone liked to play a few rounds when they had nothing to do.
If you lost, you worked for free. If you won, you could not work for a few days.
Once this habit was formed, people would be controlled by it. If you really had willpower, you would not be addicted to gambling in the first place.
At first, there were wins and losses, until he met Lynch's last card.
All the invited guests were rich. It was impossible that they couldn't afford tens of thousands of yuan. The staff on the ship also thought so.
It was not until they found out that the check was fake that they realized that there might be a problem with their work.
He casually wrote a check in an attempt to fool them. However, he did not expect that the six major banks all had offices on this cruise ship. They immediately saw through the fact that the bank account he filled in did not conform to the account rules of any city. It was an account that did not exist. Only then did the problem explode.
In the beginning, he had maintained a polite attitude and asked questions. Then, he directly used violence. In fact, it had only been slightly more than ten hours.
He used all his strength to shake his head. "Kill me …"
The faint sound made the faces of the people in the boiler room turn even uglier. That strong man, who also looked tired, got a spoon from who knows where.
He walked over to Mr. Foul Mouth, pulled him back by the hair, and forced him to look up at him.
At the same time, he pressed the tip of the spoon against the corner of the man's eyes. "It's not easy to die."
"Tell me, where did you get the invitation letter? What's your purpose on the ship?"
Mr. Foul Mouth trembled. Perhaps he wanted to laugh, but some blood foam spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
The strong man pressed the spoon down hard, and an eyeball was dug out by him.
In order to prevent this guy from dying immediately, he did not pull out the eyeball directly. Instead, he asked the doctor to cut the nerves and muscle tissue behind it before digging it out.
It was like a small ball in his hand.
"Do you like to laugh?"
He asked. As he spoke, he pried open Mr. Foul Mouth's mouth and stuffed the eyeball in. "Laugh for me again!"
He stared at this guy and suddenly said, "You're from Marillo."
He suddenly stopped the doctor who was treating Mr. Foul Mouth's wound. "Don't worry about him. Cut off his head and save it. Send it back immediately and let them find out who he is!"
The reason why he suddenly came to this realization was because this bastard was unwilling to say it even until his death. It was impossible for anyone to have such a firm belief in their beliefs.
Not saying anything was not necessarily a belief. There was only fear left!
He was afraid that everyone related to him would die, so he could withstand the pain and fear and say nothing.
Wasn't this exactly what happened in Marillo?
Some people insisted, some begged for mercy, and many people died every day!
The doctor shrugged and decisively picked up the scalpel used to save people. He cut open Mr. Foul Mouth's aorta, and blood instantly splattered all over his face!
At noon, Lynch and Penny sat in the restaurant on the top floor for lunch. After a long rest, the girl's physical and mental strength had recovered. She was talking about something that Lynch could not understand.
Lynch, on the other hand, noticed some abnormal changes in the surroundings.
"Are you listening to me?"
Lynch glanced at her. The girl wanted to say something, but such a normal gaze made her words stuck in her throat. It was like …
Sometimes, Lynch's casual actions could bring a lot of pressure to others, let alone when he showed some serious expression.
Influenced by Lynch, Penny also began to look around, but her observation skills were not enough for her to notice anything unusual.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
She was a little nervous. Lynch's expression scared her.
Lynch shook his head. "Nothing. I just feel that there are a little too many waiters today."
Normally, if there was no need, the waiters would not appear around the guests.
They might hide in a corner and observe all the guests. When someone needed them, they would take the initiative to offer warm service.
But today was different. Even if the waiters did not have a tray, a bottle of wine, or any other work, they would still frequently walk around the place where the guests appeared.
This was not in line with the positioning of high-end luxury services. How could there be countless "low-class people" walking around in a truly high-end occasion?
Although it was a little offensive to say this, it was the truth.
Those gentlemen would rather do it themselves than frequently brush shoulders with the waiters.
Something must have happened.
Lynch was very confident. Combined with the female manager's apology this morning, he realized that it was definitely not as simple as someone sneaking onto the ship. There must be something more terrifying happening.
For example, more people sneaking onto the ship and their purpose.
Lynch was a timid person. He was not afraid of death because it was built on the foundation that he would definitely die.
If he did not have to die, he would cherish his life very much.
This series of unforeseen events immediately made him realize that the situation was not good. It also made him lose his appetite. He stood up immediately.
Such a simple action immediately caused seven or eight waiters to look at Lynch. They smiled and lowered their heads.
Penny also felt the tense atmosphere. She stood up immediately and walked with Lynch to the telegraph room.
Lynch needed to "summon people".
The atmosphere on the ship became heavy and solemn. Just as Lynch and the others had sensed, more than one person had snuck onto the cruise ship.
They had different identities. Some were waiters, some were guests, and some were crew members …
It was impossible to hijack a luxury cruise ship with a few speedboats, a dozen people, and a few guns. If no one was there to help them, those people would not even be able to board the ship!
They had no good way to climb onto the smooth hull of the ship. Even the movies did not dare to do so. At least there would be a noose or something.
So it was destined that more people had to sneak onto the ship in advance.
After the man who liked to swear was exposed, he had already alarmed these people. Fortunately, the idiot had not said anything yet. This made these people feel very anxious.
"We can't wait any longer. The crew has started to re-examine our identities in batches. We are very likely to be exposed …"
The empty lower cabin became a good place for these people to meet. There were thousands of rooms, but no one knew which one was occupied and which one was empty. They also did not know when there was someone in the room and when there was no one in the room.
A girl with lake-blue eyes looked a little serious. "It's the same on my side. They are re-examining our information. I'm worried that there will be problems over there."
As one of the largest warlords in Marillo, the Federation's for-profit organization had many employees who were from Marillo.
These people were all under the rule of the warlords, so they knew each other well.
If one person did something wrong, his whole family would be killed. None of them dared to touch any of the high-tension wires.
Many people said that the service was warm and to the point. Even if you pointed at their nose and humiliated them, they would still apologize with a smile and beg for your forgiveness.
It was not because they were despicable, but because they were afraid of complaints. They were afraid that the company would lose important customers because of their personal reasons and send their whole families to hell.
The identities of these people who had sneaked in were real, but some were not.
Those with real identities did not have to worry about the audit, but those with questionable identities would be found out in three to five days.
By then, regardless of whether they could find their family or friends, they would definitely not be able to escape.
"We have to act in advance. Otherwise, there will be no hope at all."
"But we are too close to the Federation. We can reach the shore in three hours at most. If we don't leave the Federation's coastline, there is nothing we can do!"
At this time, a crew member said, "I will be on duty the day after tomorrow. I will think of a way to deviate the ship from the course. They won't let the ship stop. One night is enough for us to completely leave the Federation's coastline."
"We can try …"
"I agree …"
"I agree too. I will be on duty in the telegraph room today. I will send them a telegram …"