It was getting late. Lynch walked out of the door and glanced at his watch. He then walked towards his room.
"Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest. If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."
Lynch was thankful that everyone in this world spoke the same language. Otherwise, communication would be a big problem.
For example, two soldiers who didn't understand what he was saying pointed their guns at his head and asked him to be a "dog". Just the thought of it was scary.
Sometimes, people in power were easy to persuade. On the other hand, those in power were hard to persuade. Of course, there was also a reason why they didn't dare to be flexible.
As soon as he opened the door, Lynch knew that someone had been here. There were too many details.
He frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the bedroom. There were some splashes of blood on the wall. As the blood slowly fell, it drew vertical lines of blood on the wall.
He walked in and glanced at the dead female manager on the bed. He then left the room. He didn't even talk to Penny to confirm if something had happened to her.
God knows if there was anyone hiding here. At the same time, he also knew that the female manager's death was a warning to him.
He planned to use this method to tell Lynch that everything was still under his control.
Lynch returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Ten to twenty minutes later, he was about to rest when the Beret Man suddenly barged in.
His face was filled with a fake smile. He waved the bottle in his hand. "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"
A few soldiers behind him rushed into every room. Lynch nodded as if nothing had happened. "Sure, but I can't drink too much."
"It's okay..."
The Beret Man acted as if he was really there to drink. He didn't say anything and poured a full glass for Lynch.
The Federation people were strange.
They liked to use large containers to hold the least amount of liquid, such as square cups.
Each square cup had a capacity of at least four hundred and fifty milliliters, but the Federation people never gave them a chance to fill up. Most of the time, there was only about a hundred milliliters of liquid.
Even if ice cubes were added, it was still far from full.
The more luxurious the utensils were, the more this was the case. Some experts believed that this aesthetic originated from a certain ancient nation.
Gradually, people got used to this kind of thing. A cup that might give people the impression of being very large only contained a little bit of liquid.
For example, the cup in front of Lynch was the only one he had seen in the past few years. It was so full that it was almost 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 have to finish it.
In fact, with Lynch's alcohol tolerance, this amount of alcohol was nothing. Alcohol of around 30 to 40 degrees was no different from mineral water in his eyes.
But he couldn't drink it. It was a matter of attitude.
The soldiers who had broken into the room to search came out at this time. They came out the same way they had entered.
There were no extra people.
The Beret Man pulled out his pistol and slammed it on the table. "Drink or not?"
"When you have a gun to my head and the safety off, I will, but not now."
The Beret Man temporarily lost his ability to think because of Lynch's answer.
After waiting for seven to eight seconds, he suddenly laughed out loud. "You're a f * cking interesting person, Lynch. Are you trying to say that you're also afraid of death?"
Lynch nodded. "I'm especially afraid of death. When I don't feel like I'm going to die, I'm very courageous. When I feel like I'm going to die, I'll bow down."
"You're the first person to admit this. You're really an interesting person!"
The Beret Man's emotions were unstable and temperamental.
Many dictators had this trait. Most of them were what people called lunatics. This didn't mean that the Beret Man had the potential to become a warlord, but his personality seemed to be very 'coincidental'.
He put the gun away and didn't force Lynch to drink the full cup. "I was just joking with you, friend. Why would I do that?"
He picked up the cup in front of him, and the full wine overflowed, drenching his hands, knees, and the expensive carpet.
It was just a big gulp. After finishing it, he put down the glass and wiped his hand that was stained with wine on Lin Qi's clothes. "Since you don't want to drink with me, I'll leave."
After that, he smiled and got up. He looked at Lynch condescendingly for a while before turning around and leaving.
Lynch lay down on the sofa again, lying there quietly as if nothing had happened.
The next day, Lynch took a shower in the morning, changed into a clean set of clothes, and chose a less bright tie. A bright tie would make him look younger. What he needed now was convincing maturity.
He checked himself in the mirror and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him before leaving the room.
He stayed with the corpse at night. Of course, he slept on the sofa while the corpse slept on the bed.
But he wasn't afraid. It was just a dead person.
He had been doing his own thing since the morning. Some people were very disdainful of his behavior, while others were very grateful for what he had done for them. This obvious contradiction did appear in different people.
Those who didn't like Lynch always treated him as a partner of the robbers and turned around to squeeze him for his wealth. This wasn't an experience that was worth recalling over and over again.
At this time, in the captain's room, a group of people were destroying various instruments and gauges. They even locked the rudder in one direction.
The purpose of doing this was, of course, to prepare to evacuate.
As Lynch said, they couldn't get much cash from this group of people. Now they could only hope that Lynch's check would be cashed and that he would keep his word.
The Beret Man wouldn't stay here for too long. With so many rich people in the Federation missing, he could guess what the Federation people were doing now.
They must have sent out the navy to look for the ship. The longer he stayed, the more dangerous it would be for him.
Sitting on a small stage on the deck, he quietly looked at the intersection of the sea and the sky in the distance. His gaze seemed to extend infinitely along the horizon.
"Leader, we have destroyed the captain's room."
The one who came was his adjutant. In fact, he was just a more pleasing henchman.
Today, the henchman had some ideas of his own. "I think we should set another fire. It will be safer that way."
The Beret Man glanced at him and raised his leg to kick him. "If anyone dares to set fire, I will kill them with my own hands."
In Marillo, all the warlords, whether big or small, were involved in the smuggling business.
Of course, the big warlords were called "foreign trade." Only the small warlords were called "smuggling."
Smuggling had to be mentioned by sea. This was also the most convenient way to smuggle.
The Federation's long coastline couldn't have coast guards everywhere. They would always find a way to sneak in.
On the sea, there were many times when they couldn't tell the direction, let alone find something.
But if there was a pillar of smoke at this time, it would immediately attract everyone's attention.
The henchman was kicked by the Beret Man and staggered a few steps back. He then scratched his head and walked back awkwardly.
"Get people to prepare some pockets. Although we can't get cash this time, those rich people have good things on them."
"Take everything they have and do it immediately."
The henchman was still scratching his head. "If anyone resists …"
The Beret Man glanced at him again. "I didn't buy you guns for you to play with. If anyone resists, won't you kill them?"
Soon, the soldiers were divided into small groups of two or three people. They took the sacks into different cabins and forced everyone to hand over anything valuable they had on them.
Facing these robbers who finally looked like robbers, the rich people's mood became more relaxed.
Was this strange?
No, not at all, if the robbers were going to kill them.
If the robbers wanted to kill them, the robbers could kill them first and then take the valuable things from their bodies. They didn't do that now because they really didn't want to do it.
This was the only good news during this period. The rich people were very cooperative, although it was a little painful.
Lynch took one million from them, but they didn't feel the pain because one million was far from their bottom line. They didn't feel that it was a heavy price to pay.
And that money also bought a little bit of shares in a company. At least they didn't feel too much of a psychological reaction.
But these accessories were different. Some of them were unique, and some were even passed down by their ancestors. For example, the jewelry on the ladies were worth more than one million.
In the face of life and wealth, some people made the wrong judgment and became a negative example. People knew how to choose.
But what they didn't expect was that they didn't even let go of their clothes!
This made everyone feel very ashamed. They were almost naked, revealing their most primitive appearance and state.
Old men with sagging stomachs, women with sagging legs, men who couldn't wait to stuff a cup in their pants, and women who were so loose that they couldn't find any charm.
Ugly.
Lynch was probably the only one who escaped this embarrassment. But even if he had to take it off, he didn't care. After all, he wasn't the one who felt inferior.
The Beret Man's sudden decision made Lynch realize that the Beret Man was planning to leave. In fact, the Beret Man didn't really have absolute control of the ship from the beginning.
He couldn't get the cash, the transfer check couldn't be used casually, and he had offended so many rich people who couldn't be killed. After he calmed down, he finally understood that he had messed up!
If this happened a hundred years later, it definitely wouldn't be a problem. He could move his fingers and the money would be in his account.
But in this era, what could he get by robbing a cruise ship and holding a group of rich people who didn't carry cash?
He couldn't get anything.
Since he couldn't get anything, the Beret Man didn't want to waste any more time. He planned to retreat.
Then …
Lynch touched his chin.
Should he let him leave?