The captain knew the effect when the first shot was fired.

The people and the fire that the female telegrapher confessed were all here, and the cruise ship was still moving at high speed. He didn't think the pirates pretending to be under the warlords could board the ship at this time.

But by the way, I boarded the ship at this moment, and the gunshots said everything.

It is somewhat surprising that, except for a few low-pitched exclamations, the ship did not immediately cause riots.

Although the faces of the wealthy tycoons of the Federation are not pretty, they are not desperate.

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

To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth billions of dollars, and one leak can make these pirates support.

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 a little bit of wind is revealed, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.

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

Going out at this time is the most stupid. Those pirates might mistake them for the crew and kill them directly.

On the contrary, it is better to sit in the cabin and go out after the two groups of people outside the fight for control are over. On the contrary, it is safer.

The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, the sound of crying, the sound of cursing, the sound of something staggering and falling.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulated people's nerves. Many people were covered in sweat at this time, and their attention was completely unable to concentrate.

You can only smoke one by one, or take a small breath of pure color, in an attempt to use nicotine to force yourself to settle down.

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

He was not nervous at all, he even wanted to laugh a little.

Just now, he felt a clear sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship had suddenly decreased.

A ship sailing fast on the sea is not so easy to be spotted and can be accurately located, but a slow cruise ship can.

The probability of being searched by the aircraft is higher.

The resistance and the gun battle lasted more than nine o'clock, and it ended completely at ten o'clock.

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

At half past ten, all the lights on the boat were turned on, but they were different from any previous day.

Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.

The female manager stood outside the door pale, her body trembling.

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

Lynch got up from the sofa, fastened the buttons, "Lead the way!"

Perhaps it was Lynch's calm expression that infected the female manager, and her body didn't seem to tremble that much anymore.

As soon as Lin Qi left the house, he saw people coming out of the room on the left and right. There was no verbal communication between them. At most, their eyes stuck to each other for a while.

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

Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck. There is still a lot of blood on some stairs. The blood becomes sticky after being blown by the sea breeze.

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

Many people died.

Lynch saw some guys who were obviously not crew members throwing corpses out of the ship's side, and the rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like a soul-stimulating song.

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

The wires were wrapped around his neck, the whole head was a bluish-purple, the tongue was half stretched, and those who were already dead could no longer die.

What surprised Lynch was that the captain did not die, but his condition was not very good either. He looked like a gunshot wound on his body, and he barely supported his body and stood in front of people.

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

Every time the military leather boots are knocked on the deck where the blood still remains, they will make a crisp "click" sound.

Every time the "click" sounded, it seemed to hit everyone's heart hard, and the brutality in the eyes of the soldiers standing high with guns in the eyes made these rich men a little dazed.

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

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

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

They have a unique accent of Mariro. In some of their pronunciations, their breath is shorter than the federal pronunciation, and there are some extra nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.

"I was very eager to meet you a long time ago. Although some people delayed our meeting for some time, the result was no change." He kicked the captain's leg.

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

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

But his face didn't show up, just still indifferent.

"This guy has been preventing me from meeting everyone, 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 a shot at the captain's head. The bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head, apparently flying off half of his forehead, and the blood and the contents spilled on the ground in an instant.

The few screams made the beret frowned.

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

The purpose of keeping the captain until now is to create psychological fear for these rich men, but it seems that the effect is not very good.

He couldn't help but think of some rumors about the Confederation he heard when he was in Marillo. The rumors said that the capitalists of the Confederation were all cannibals.

Those workers are chained together and work in the factory every day until they faint before they have a chance to rest. Their food is worse than the capitalist's dog, but they do many times more than the dog.

Every month, the capitalists have to find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers cannot get a penny and give the capitalists the money in turn.

The devil saw that the capitalists of the Federation could ascend to heaven. This is the prejudice of the Mariro people against them.

Looking at it now, this is not necessarily a prejudice.

He kicked the captain and kicked him off the small stage.

"Well, skip these unpleasant things. This time I am so eager to meet with you because I heard that you have a tradition of donating money."

"At any charity auction held by your wife of the president, a lighter was sold for a high price of one million. It can be seen that you are all people who are keen on doing charity."

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

He didn't introduce his thoughts at all, even after thinking about it, a bunch of robbers also introduced themselves. Isn't this afraid that he feels too comfortable to live?

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

A gentleman in his fifties and a lady in her thirties appeared on the stage together, and their expressions looked calm.

This makes the beret a little embarrassed. These people are not afraid of him. Are there any robbers who have failed more than him?

He squinted unhappily at the rich pair, and his expression gradually became 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 of it inside, and then showed it in front of the people.

It was bullets, lubricated and shiny.

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

When the beret said this, everyone knew what he meant.

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

Looks like there are about twenty?

He was silent for a while, and after a fierce struggle, he offered a price he thought was appropriate, "two million."

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

His hand holding the bullet slammed tight, palm facing down, and then released one.

As a bullet fell, he was counting, "One!"

"two!"

"three……"

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

He counted and joked in 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 converged, and he turned his hand over and spread out the palm of his hand. There was still a bullet inside.

This sudden change made everyone unexpected~lightnovelpub.net~ They clearly watched him count to twenty and pinched the last bullet with their thumb, index finger and middle finger...

He hid one!

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

The bullet penetrated the head of the rich female companion, and her body fell down suddenly.

Before that, she held the rich man so tightly that the rich man was also taken by her and fell to the ground.

The beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The expression on his face distorted by fear made the beret satisfied.

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

He pulled the rich man up with some small movements in his hands, "Take him down for a wash, the smell is too big!"

After speaking, he turned his head and showed white teeth and smiled to the other rich man, "Who is the next one?"