A fresh life disappeared in front of their eyes. These pirates finally brought some pressure to the rich people on the ship.
Just one?
Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they were no longer humans. Or rather, they were no longer humans in the purest sense. They were a new social species that was higher than humans.
No matter how many of the lower class died, they would not be shaken in the slightest. This was because humans were a cheap commodity all over the world.
They were just … consumables.
Only when there were casualties among the capitalists would the capitalists feel fear.
"I think I've seen this mister in the newspaper before!"
The Beret Man pointed his pistol at a pair of guests that looked familiar.
Two armed robbers sent them to the small stage. It was the same game as before.
The Beret Man reached into the box full of bullets and grabbed a handful. "Come, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"
With the demonstration of the first participant, this mister signed a three million transfer cheque without any resistance.
"I guess you have thirty bullets …"
The Beret Man was satisfied with this price. He counted the bullets one by one. When he reached the last bullet, which was the twenty-sixth bullet, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
At the same time, they were nervous because the first round was twenty-one bullets. This time, it was twenty-six bullets. Would there be more later?
No one could guarantee that the Beret Man's hand would not be able to grab more bullets. He might even use both hands to grab the bullets. This made everyone realize that by standing on the stage earlier, they could save money!
Saving money was earning money!
"Looks like this mister and madam are quite lucky. You've passed this round!"
The Beret Man took the cheque from the rich man's hand and handed it to the soldier beside him.
"You can go back now. Next …"
"I'm willing to donate …"
Someone stood out in advance. This made the Beret Man lose his composure for a moment before he suddenly laughed hysterically.
He originally thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make them emotional. He did not expect that there was something that could make them emotional. It was just that they had made a mistake in the beginning.
These people only cherished their own lives. As long as you could prove that you had the courage to kill these people, then they would bow their heads.
Just like here.
"I'll donate three million!"
"I'll donate too. I'll donate three million and two hundred thousand!"
Many tycoons, especially the young tycoons, couldn't keep their cool. Their fear of death was obviously stronger than the middle-aged tycoons.
Their lives had just begun, and they still had endless time to enjoy the happiness brought by money. They didn't want to leave so early.
It was just some money. There was no need to let others find an excuse to hurt them for the sake of money. Moreover, their lives were much more valuable than a few million yuan!
The Beret Man laughed as he put away the checks. He looked at these people and felt that they were incomparably cute. Some crazy thoughts started to form in his mind.
If he succeeded this time, did that mean that there might be a next time?
It was too profitable!
These Federation tycoons were too rich. In just a short while, he had earned tens of millions of Federation Sol. If he were to earn this money by himself, not only would he have to risk his life, he might not even be able to earn a fraction of it in his entire life.
But in this place, it was so easy to obtain them. His eyes gradually became greedier.
Suddenly, he noticed a person standing in the distance smoking. That handsome young man was actually alone, and he didn't donate any money to him.
This made him curious. At the same time, the uncontrollable brutality in his heart began to rise. He pushed through the crowd and pointed his gun at the young man. "You, come here. Everyone else has donated money. Why don't you donate?"
He spoke with a mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse. At least, that was what he thought.
Lynch strolled to the front of the crowd. He wasn't afraid of the Beret Man at all. He just looked at him calmly. "You want a check?"
He took out a checkbook and a pen from his pocket. "I can write you a check filled with numbers, but what's the point of that?"
"Do you want it?"
Lynch held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He bit his lip lightly with his teeth. His free hand held the pen and kept drawing circles on the checkbook. Those were zeros.
The Beret Man was stunned. He turned around to look at the soldier beside him, and then quickly looked at Lynch. "What do you mean?"
Lynch tore the check and put the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed over the check full of zeros. "One trillion. Is that enough? If it's not enough, you can add a few more zeros."
The Beret Man suddenly stepped forward and pointed his gun at Lynch's forehead. He opened his stinky mouth … His teeth were quite white. "What the f * ck do you mean?"
He glared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him. It looked like the Beret Man was the weaker party. It was very strange.
Lynch didn't fear him and stuck the check into the Beret Man's head. "That's what I mean. Take those checks to the bank. You won't be able to transfer a single cent!"
The Beret Man put away his gun and strode to his assistant. He took the checks in his hand and flipped through them one by one. There was no problem.
Every check was similar to the ones he had seen before. The time, amount, and the signature of the rich were all written on them. He had seen the transfer checks from the Federation before. He even went out of his way to get two of them before this operation.
There was no difference between them. At least, he didn't know what the difference was.
"You f * cking lied to me!"
He walked to Lynch's side and pointed his gun at Lynch's head. It was as if he would pull the trigger at any moment.
Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand and used two fingers to block the gun in the Beret Man's hand. Then, he gently pushed it aside.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do something so stupid. I might be the only one here who really cooperates with you."
"I think you'd be willing to take the money and leave here. Then, you'd spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit. You don't want to get nothing and die on the side of the road, right?"
"At least you'll get something, even if it's only temporary."
The Beret Man stared at Lynch seriously. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.
His instinct told him not to f * cking listen to the young man's nonsense. However, his rationality told him that he had to listen to what the young man had to say.
"What's your name?"
The Beret Man put his gun away again. He started to talk to Lynch as if he was on equal footing with him.
"Lynch. You might know me."
The Beret Man's face showed an expression of realization. "The youngest Mr. Ten Billion. The newspaper said you have ten billion. Is that true?"
Some people in the crowd were dissatisfied with Lynch's words, or they were jealous of the "friendliness" and "equality" that the robber showed to Lynch. They subconsciously sneered.
The Beret Man's gaze shifted from Lynch's face to the direction of the laughter.
There was no smile on his face. It wasn't ferocious. Instead, it made him look even scarier and more pressurizing.
"If I hear anyone f * cking interrupt me again, I'll kill them!"
He turned around and looked at Lynch.
Lynch didn't avoid it. The two stared at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, the Beret Man didn't see any guilt or deceit that would sway him.
In Marillo, whenever someone betrayed him, he only needed to look into the person's eyes. Soon, the person wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure and would start to avoid his gaze.
However, Lynch didn't. He was so calm and so calm. This made him believe in Lynch's words.
"Then what do you mean by that?"
Lynch glanced at the crowd below the small stage and said softly, "Someone interrupted our conversation just now. They will do it again. Why don't we find a quiet place. I'll be alone, and you can have as many as you want. Let's talk."
The Beret Man paced back and forth a few steps. He nodded and whispered a few words to his assistant. He raised his gun and made a "follow me" gesture. The two walked to the bar on the side.
"F * ck off!"
There were several soldiers at the bar counter in the open-air bar. They all reeked of alcohol.
After a fierce exchange of gunfire, it was time to let the soldiers relax.
In the past, he had tried to set strict rules like some countries' armies. In the end, his subordinates either ran away or went crazy and killed their own people. In the end, he gave up.
As long as they could win, they could do whatever they wanted after the battle. He wouldn't interfere.
The soldiers laughed and took away a lot of alcohol. The Beret Man took a bottle and two glasses. He even took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.
It was one-sided. He asked, "What do you mean by what you said just now? Why can't I get the money?"
Lynch made a "give me one" gesture and took a check from the Beret Man. He looked at it. It was a check for three million.
"You know, the biggest problem with this check is the date."
"During this period of time, we went missing and signed these transfer checks. Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank doesn't know that we're safe, first of all, you can't use this check."
"Secondly, whoever takes this check to the bank is the suspect … or rather, the robber."
"These things, there's no difference whether you get it or not. That's why I said, I can write you as much as you want because I know you can't do anything."
After the Beret Man heard that, he slammed the handle of his gun on the bar counter. "F * ck, you capitalists are f * cking despicable!"
The logic that Lynch explained was not the truth of heaven and earth. It was as simple as telling people that one plus one equals two. As long as one was human, they could understand it.
Coincidentally, the Beret Man's IQ seemed to be normal. He also understood.
He was fooled by these rich people!
He gulped down the alcohol in the glass and smashed it on the ground. He got up and walked toward the rich people. "I'll kill them!"