"Wait a moment!"

If someone asks what the beret thinks of Lynch in the future, he will probably tell others, don't **** talk to Lynch!

Even if he had the opportunity, he would write a book called "Don't Talk to Lynch", if he could make it through that day.

Beret’s logical thinking ability at this time has fallen into chaos. To put it simply, he found that he seemed to have entered a dead end.

He needs funds to develop his own small organization, or needs the money to do other things.

When he was in the country, he had no chance, and then he focused on the cruise ship every moment, because there were countless rich people on the cruise ship.

The rich is equal to money. There is no problem with this calculation, but he ignores another problem. In this ship, he actually can't get money.

The company is responsible for all expenses at all times during the whole process. In addition to a small amount of cash on board, checks and chips are used more often.

Yes, there are many rich people on board, but they really can't get the money.

Withdrawing from the fighting state, the beret, who gradually calmed down, realized this problem. He only wanted to rob this ship full of rich people, but ignored that these rich people cannot carry hundreds of millions with each other. Of cash.

He messed things up.

In other words, it is not easy for him to get his ideal "ransom".

And he doesn't have much time.

Once Marillo reacted, a large number of smuggling ships would spread all over the sea. He knew the virtues of those big warlords well, as long as he was discovered, he would be dead.

The only way to make this journey at a loss is to trust Lynch and believe that he can do it.

After the beret made a decision, he stood up abruptly. He grabbed Lynch by the collar with both hands. Unfortunately, Lynch was taller than him. He couldn't make that kind of "lift up" gesture. He could only get close to Lynch's face, viciously. Said, "Don't let me **** down!"

Lynch pushed gently, pushing away the beret, "This will be the most correct choice in your life. Next, I need your people to cooperate with me..."

Half a minute later, the beret strode towards the crowd, and while walking, he shot into the sky.

The sound of gunshots and the fire in the darkness shocked everyone's heart. He scanned the group of people who had deceived him, and then said loudly, "Send them back to their room without an order, who will come out? Kill someone!"

The crowd immediately moved. The soldiers and the managers who had changed their camps were guiding all the guests back to the room, with one exception, that was Lynch.

"You'd better do what you said!", the beret looked at Lynch and asked again and again.

Lin Qi nodded, he patted the corner of his clothes, "You have to learn to trust others..."

Not long after, Lynch appeared outside a cabin.

With the order of the beret, the soldiers on the ship still respect Lynch relatively.

The soldier standing on Lynch's left was holding a gun, smashed the door one step forward, and stepped back.

The door soon leaked a gap, and there was a surprised look at Lynch, who looked a little embarrassed.

He pushed the door aside and walked in, looking around, asking, "Are you asleep?"

At the same time, the beret brought another group of people to Lynch's cabin under the leadership of the female manager.

Now the entire ship is under his control, he can go anywhere, including the key to every room.

"You said he still has a female companion?", the beret walked into the room and looked around. The female manager stood shivering behind him.

It is not easy to trust Lynch. No matter how stupid he is, he knows that he is a robber. Lynch is the one who was looted by the robber. They cannot stand in a line.

So his trust in Lynch was limited. He noticed that everyone else appeared in pairs on the first deck, but Lynch came alone.

He asked someone and Lynch brought a girl, who was not on the deck.

He found the female manager, and under not too much coercion, the female manager told the truth.

Lynch did not come alone, there was a woman who came with him, and that woman was still a big star in the Federation.

When the beret knew it, he didn't show his displeasure when he was deceived. He was actually a bit abnormal. While making people stare at Lynch, he broke into here.

If he can catch Lynch’s female partner, then Lynch can be trusted a little more!

He hid his female partner, he must really like his female partner, this is a very valuable bargaining chip!

He stood still for a while, then suddenly walked to the closet, and then opened it.

There was no one except the clothes covered in it, and no one could hide.

"Will it be under the mattress?", he seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to someone, then walked to the bed and opened the mattress.

There is nothing underneath.

He frowned, went to the bathroom, walked all the rooms, and found all the places he could find, but he didn't find the woman the manager said.

After turning around, they returned to the bedroom. The beret glanced at the female manager very unhappily, "You didn't lie to me?"

The female manager shook her head quickly, "No, I really didn't lie to you!"

They didn't know that at this moment, Petunia was staring at them over their heads.

There was anger at the female manager for revealing his information, and there was also the fluke that Lynch arranged in advance.

If Lynch was here, she would definitely tell her that anger is unnecessary, everyone has the right to survive, and it is not surprising to do anything in order to survive.

While she was brewing these dissatisfaction, suddenly the beret drew a gun and shot the female manager in the head, and with a puff, she fell on her back on the mattress.

There was a small hole in the center of her eyebrows, the back of her head was completely lifted, and the contents and blood splashed into a bed.

Her body is still twitching subconsciously. Maybe the cells of the body have suddenly lost contact with the brain, and are urgently contacting the brain to know if what happened.

It is a pity that the headquarters has been destroyed, and these signals will not receive any response.

Petunia watched in horror at what was happening below, she held her mouth tightly, not letting herself make any noise.

The beret inserted the pistol back into the holster and sorted out his armed belt. He spit on the ground, as if talking to himself, and saying as if he was telling the reason, "You are Mallory People, Mallory people deserve to die!"

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the vent on the ceiling, seeing nothing behind the dark fan blades, he turned and left the room.

The hatred between the Marillos and the Maloris can never be resolved. In the words of their locals, a group of Maloris rule a country named after the "Marillos".

Once the hatred of racial antagonism is buried, it is difficult to dissolve, and now both the Maloris and the Malilo are relatively pure.

No one's subordinates are mixed with different races, even in a city, the two ethnic groups can be said to be very distinct.

Even in slums, they don't get together.

After walking out of the room, the beret did not know where he got a two-inch frontal photo of Petunia. He gave the photo to the soldiers next to him, "Send people to search the whole ship and find this girl..."

She will be the key to control Lynch!

He squinted at the room where the soldiers stood guard at the door not far away. The lights were on, and Lynch was there.

"I have negotiated with their boss, he needs a ransom of one hundred million, and each of us divides it equally..." Lynch played with his million-dollar lighter and said something unexpected.

The rich man who talked to Lynch seemed to be in his fifties. He was a little confused, "Mr. Lynch, why do you want to help him?"

In his opinion, after giving the robbers a check to satisfy their greed, they would leave, and they almost succeeded.

Lynch asked back, "How do you guarantee that he won't kill us after all of us have given him a check?"

The rich man was stunned obviously, "I... don't know."

"You can't guarantee it!" Lynch looked at him and shook his head. "You gave it so much. After he gets those checks, he will think you are worthless."

"Keeping your role at this time has no value except spending more money to hunt him down."

"Kill us, sink the ship, this is the most correct way..."

"This is the sea, sir, if this ship and us sink into the sea here, those in the Federation will never find us!"

The rich couple was stunned when they heard this. They thought they gave the robbers what they wanted, and the robbers would leave.

But they mistakenly confuse "robbers" and "workers", even though these people seem to them to be the bottom of society and losers.

The working class is like this. When they are dissatisfied, they will go on strike, and with the help of the workers' union, the two sides sit down and talk, give them what they want, and they will go back to work honestly.

But the robbers are not the same ~lightnovelpub.net~ The robbers won't leave like this after getting something, they will definitely have to tear up all the pages related to them during this period of time before leaving.

Bet this group of robbers will really leave if they get the money?

It's better to be the first to see if you can struggle to survive.

Mr. Rich sighed heavily, the doubts in his eyes were gone, replaced by gratitude, "Mr. Lynch, thank you very much for saving us!"

Lynch’s face was filled with a heartfelt smile, “You’re welcome, this is what I should do. I am also one of us, and we should stand together for granted.”

"If someone misunderstands me in the future, you can help me explain it."

The rich man nodded, "Then what are we going to do now?"

"Thank you to write something for me..." Lynch put the prepared paper on the table, "I said, write it, and then write me a check for a one million transfer."