A lively life disappeared in front of people, and these pirates finally brought some pressure to the wealthy on board.

One?

Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they are no longer humans, or they are no longer humans in a pure sense. They are a new social species higher than humans.

No matter how many lower-class people die, they won't be shaken in the slightest, because cheap goods like people are everywhere in the world.

They are just... consumables.

Only when capitalists have suffered casualties, will capitalists feel fear.

"This gentleman, I seem to have seen it in the newspaper!" The beret took a pistol and pointed at a pair of guests he knew a little bit familiarly.

Two robbers armed with weapons sent people to the small stage in the same way as before.

The beret reached into the box full of bullets and grabbed a large handful. "Come on, guess what, how many bullets do I have?"

With the demonstration of the first participant just now, this gentleman signed a three million transfer check with almost no resistance.

"I guess you have thirty bullets in your hand..."

He was very satisfied with the price of the beret. He counted one by one, and when he counted the last one, which was the twenty-sixth, everyone was relieved.

But at the same time there is some tension, because the first time it was 21, now it is 26. Will there be more in the future?

No one can guarantee that the hand of the beret will not catch more bullets, and maybe even he will go in with both hands to catch it. This also makes people realize that standing on stage in advance can save money!

To save money is to make money!

"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky. You passed this level!" Beret took the transfer check from the rich and handed it to the soldiers beside him.

"You can go back, then the next one..."

"I am willing to donate..."

Someone stood up early, which made the beret suddenly laugh out loud after a brief absence.

He thought that these rich men were so calm that there was nothing to make their emotions violently fluctuating.

People like them, only cherish their lives, as long as you can prove that you have the courage to kill these people, then they will bow their heads.

It's like here now.

"I donate three million!"

"I donate too, I donate 3.2 million!"

Many rich people, especially young rich people, are uncomfortable. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than those of middle-aged and old rich people.

Their lives have just begun, and there is still countless time to enjoy the happiness that money brings, and they don't want to leave the market early.

It's just some money. There is no need to let others find an excuse to hurt themselves for the money, and their lives can be much more expensive than these millions!

The beret laughed and collected the cheques. He looked at these people and thought they were so cute, and some crazy thoughts grew in his heart.

Can it be successful this time, does that mean there may be another time?

It's so profitable!

These rich people in the Federation are too rich. In just such a short time, he has received tens of millions of Federation Sol. If he makes this money on his own, he will not only have to work hard, but he may not earn a fraction of it in his life.

But here, getting them is so simple, and his eyes are gradually becoming more greedy.

He suddenly noticed that someone standing in the distance was still smoking. The young and handsome guy was alone and didn't donate money to himself.

While this made him a little curious, the uncontrollable cruelty in his heart began to look up. He pushed aside the crowd and pointed the gun at the young man, "You come here, and everyone else has donated money, why don't you donate? "

He spoke with some sarcasm, like a cat playing with mice, at least he thought so.

Lynch walked to the crowd, he was not afraid of the beret at all, he just looked at him calmly, "Do you want a check?"

He took out the checkbook in his arms and took out a pen, "I can write you a check that is filled with numbers, but what's the point?"

"Do you want it?"

Lynch was holding a cigarette at the corner of his mouth, his teeth biting his mouthpiece, holding a pen in his free hand, and constantly drawing circles on the checkbook, which were zeros.

The beret was stunned. He looked back at the soldiers beside him, then quickly looked at Lynch, "What do you mean?"

Lynch tore off the check and put the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed the check full of zeros, "One trillion is not enough. If it is not enough, you can add a few more zeros. ."

The beret suddenly stepped forward and raised his pistol against Lynch's forehead, and opened his foul mouth... His teeth were quite white, "What the **** do you mean?"

He glared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him and looked like a weaker in the beret, which was weird.

Lynch was not afraid to insert the check into the beret's winger on the head of the beret, "That's what I mean, you take those checks to the bank, even if it's a penny!"

The beret retracted the pistol, and he strode to his assistant and took all the checks that he had placed in his hand, looking through them one by one, without any problems.

Each one was like the checks he had seen, filled in the time, amount, and autographs of the rich. He had seen federal transfer checks, and even got two specially before the operation.

There is no difference with these, at least he doesn't know the difference.

"You **** lie to me!", he walked to Lynch again and held the gun against Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger anytime, anywhere.

Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand to block the pistol in the beret's hand with two fingers, and then gently pushed it aside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid. I might be the only one who really cooperates with you among all the people here."

"I think you are definitely willing to leave here with the money, and then spend the rest of your life in endless pursuits, and you don't want to get nothing and die by the side of the road, right?"

"At least you can get something, even if only temporarily."

The beret stared at Lynch seriously, he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

His instinct tells him, don't **** listen to this young man's nonsense, but his reason tells him that he has to listen to what this guy is saying.

"what's your name?"

The beret put the gun away again, and he began to look like he was talking to Lynch on an equal footing.

"Linch, you may know me."

There was a stunned expression on the beret's face, "The youngest Mr. Ten billion, the newspaper says you have ten billion. Is this true?"

Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with some of Lynch's words, or a little jealous of the "friendliness" and "equality" shown by the robber towards Lynch, and subconsciously sneered.

The gaze of the beret suddenly shifted from Lynch's face to the direction where the laughter came from.

There is no smile on his face, nor hideous, on the contrary, it looks more terrifying and makes people feel more pressured.

"If I hear who the **** interrupts me, I will kill him!"

He turned his head, looked at Lynch, met his gaze.

Lynch didn't evade, the two stared at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, the berets didn't see anything that could cause vacillation such as guilty conscience or deceit.

When in Marillo, whenever someone betrayed him, he just had to look at the other person's eyes, and the other person would soon be unable to withstand the pressure, and his eyes began to dodge.

But Lynch did not, so calm, so calm, which made him believe Lynch's words.

"Then what do you mean?"

Lin Qi glanced at the crowd under the small stage and said softly, "Someone has interrupted our conversation just now, and they will do that again. Why don't we find a quiet place, I'm alone, you can do as much as you like. Shall we talk?"

The beret walked a few steps back and forth and nodded. After whispering a few words to the assistant, he raised his pistol and made a "follow me" action, and the two walked to the bar on the side.

"Go away!"

There are several soldiers on the side of the bar in the open air, and they all have very strong alcohol.

After a fierce firefight, the soldiers should relax at this time.

In the past, he also tried to formulate strict rules like the military of some countries. As a result, the people below either ran away or killed himself in madness. In the end, he also gave up.

As long as he can win, he will not intervene in what he loves to do after the battle.

The soldiers smiled and took away a lot of wine. The beret casually took a bottle and two glasses, and he took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.

Leaning over, he said, "What do you mean by what you just said? Why can't I get the money?"

After Lynch made a "give me one" gesture, he took a check from the beret. He looked at it, and it was a check for three million.

"You know, the biggest problem on this check is this date."

"We disappeared and signed these transfer checks during this period of time~lightnovelpub.net~Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank cannot get our security information, first of all you can't use this check. "

"Secondly, whoever takes this check to the bank is the suspect...or who is the robber."

"There is no difference between getting these things and not getting them, so I said, I can write to you as much as you want, because I know you can't actually do anything."

After listening to the beret, the handle of the pistol smashed the bar, "Grass, you capitalists are really **** despicable!"

The truth that Lynch explained is not a truth between heaven and earth. It is as simple as telling people that one plus one equals two. As long as it is an individual, he can understand it.

It just so happened that the beret IQ seemed normal, and he understood it.

He was fooled by these rich men!

He gulped the wine in the glass and smashed the glass to the ground. He got up and walked towards the rich men, "I will kill them!"