"Almost done."

Lynch said as he took out a stack of checks from his pocket, "Here is more than 70 million, deduct my 30 million, and we split the rest..."

As he said, he took out a dozen of them and handed them over, "Plus my 30 million, you almost have a check of 50 million in your hand."

"Your business is doing well, more than most people here... No, it's more than everyone here earns in a year!"

The beret couldn't believe his ears. After staring at Lynch for three or four seconds, he couldn't help laughing again.

While laughing, he slapped the handrails, shaking his body slightly back and forth, "I knew you were a **** interesting person, your brain is very useful, or you come and do it with me!"

"Just now you said that I made more money from this transaction than everyone here earns in a year."

"Your brain, the gun in my hand...", he might be afraid that Lynch had forgotten that he had a gun in his hand, and could not help pulling out the gun from his waist and shaking it a few times.

"We will definitely become the most successful partner, and then we will rule Marillo together!"

There was something called "arrogant ambition" in the silver-gray eyes of the beret.

Marilo wars are endless, and there are many warlords, but in fact, it is the Maloris who are truly dominant.

The Maloris ruled Marillo for a long time, and they accumulated a lot of wealth-this refers to the top social classes, not the Maloris who live in the slums.

So now, more than half of the major warlords in Marillo are warlord organizations centered on the Maloris, and only two of the leaders in the warlord organizations are Marillos.

He wants to be the third!

Even the last one!

He looked at Lynch enthusiastically, but it was a pity that Lynch would not agree.

Gradually, the beret began to be disappointed, and he sighed, "I know, you Federation people, no one looks down on it."

He suddenly picked up the knife and fork and continued to enjoy the beef that he thought was very delicious. He was eating and talking, blood and his saliva mixed from his mouth, which was very disgusting.

"Leave all the checks..."

"If I say no, are you going to threaten me with your gun against my head again?"

The beret laughed out loud. He sprayed the unswallowed beef onto the table. He grabbed the napkin and wiped his mouth while laughing loudly.

"You are such a likable guy, really, I like you a little bit."

"As for your guess, who knows?"

Lynch shrugged indifferently. He deliberately took out a waterproof envelope and put all the checks in it.

He finished this and looked at the beret, "Where is my check?"

The beret originally wanted to eat something, but looking at the ghost on the table, he finally gave up, "What do you want to do?"

"This is a waterproof envelope. It is made by the bank in response to various situations. Even if it sinks into the sea, as long as it is not so deep, it will be safe for a short time."

"There are a lot of water molecules in the air on the sea. If you just put it in your pocket, or anywhere that can be in direct contact with the air..."

Lynch pulled out a check from the envelope and wiped the signature with his finger in front of the beret.

In an instant, a clear signature became blurred, the beret froze for a moment, and stood up abruptly, "What the **** are you doing!"

He walked to Lynch and grabbed the check. The signature on it was very blurred. Even if he hadn't gone to the bank for transfer or cashing, he knew that the check was invalid.

"Look at what the **** you did, it's a million!"

The temper of the beret came quickly, and this time he didn't threaten Lynch with a weapon, because he knew it was actually useless.

Lynch quietly watched him finish his anger, and then said, "I'm just showing you what you want to do. You can reject my proposal, then you have to bear the consequences of rejection."

The beret hesitated, and finally took out the check from his jacket pocket and handed it to Lynch.

Lynch put the check in the waterproof envelope in front of him, then sealed it, and bake it under the flame of a lighter to seal the edge, and then quickly pinch it tightly.

There is a kind of adhesive strip inside that will soften and have a very high viscosity, and will harden again after cooling, and the inside of the envelope will become an independent space.

"There are almost 100 million in it. You have to keep it safe." Lynch looked at him seriously, "You know, its color is bright yellow, just to make it easier to find."

"You have to put it in a stand-in. So much money is enough for those doglegs to kill you a hundred times."

Lynch seriously asked the beret to listen. He himself was not very smart, otherwise he would not appear on this boat, and at the same time he could listen to smart people's suggestions.

Thinking of the amount of money in this envelope, and looking at Lynch's serious expression, he faintly felt that Lynch had not lied to him.

He nodded vigorously, and in front of Lynch, with his back to his dog legs, he stuffed the envelope into his underwear.

Lynch's face turned a little ugly, and the beret caught a glimpse of it, and he smiled.

"Don't show that expression, friend, it's mine already, haven't you forgotten it?"

After he stuffed the envelope into his underwear, he wanted to reach out and pat Lynch on the shoulder, and Lynch stepped aside.

Seeing Lynch's exaggerated action, the beret laughed again, "You are such an interesting guy, don't you really consider doing it with me?"

Lynch shook his head, "You can't hire me. If you have a chance to live and accumulate enough wealth, maybe we will have a cooperation day."

He spoke very rudely, and even stated in his words that he was not optimistic about the survival of the beret, but the beret was not very angry.

This is the most common situation for people with changeable and moody personalities. They are not easily irritated by certain ordinary words, and of course they sometimes explode inexplicably.

"There will be that day." The beret retracted his hand and looked at Lynch. At this time, he seemed to be different from before.

So much money is enough for him to build a force that cannot be ignored.

"Take him away!"

The beret made people take Lynch away. Looking at the background of Lynch going away, he sniffed his fingers, and there was an unspeakable odor.

Subconsciously, he shivered, fucking!

Everyone was locked up in their own rooms, and there were successive gunshots from the lower cabin, and the rich people in the upper cabin knew what it was.

They were slaughtering the Mallory people. At this time, no one stood up and said or did. This made Lynch and some people more sure about this, and the robbers were leaving.

The robbers destroyed the boiler and generator before leaving, and the entire ship was plunged into darkness.

As soon as it got dark, the beret left with the looted wealth and the small envelope. There was always a feeling of danger lingering around him, making him want to leave here impatiently.

At half past six, Lynch left the room and the cruise ship was empty.

He silently came to a deck, piled up all the things he could find, and lit a fire.

The fire burned quickly, and the light could be seen from a distance when I looked down from the air.

"In the distance... the fire is found in the direction, it should be the cruise ship, and your speed will increase."

When the pilot of the plane in the sky pulled the control lever, the plane quickly tilted and pulled a quarter of a circle, and quickly flew towards the place with fire.

Lynch brought a chair and sat beside the fire, smoking a cigarette, thinking about something.

In fact, the cheques taken by the berets can’t be exchanged either.

Some things are in Lynch's hands, that is a valid certificate.

But if these certificates fall into the hands of those who do not have the right to use it, it is invalid.

So in fact, Lynch didn't have any losses, but he was very upset. He gave the beret a chance to choose, and he chose the wrong one.

The roar from the air in the distance let Lynch know that the rescue ship should be nearby. After about an hour later, the cruiser of the Federal Navy approached here, and there were people safe from Blackstone~www.mtlnovel .com~Mr. Lynch..."

As soon as the navy colonel boarded the ship, he noticed Lynch who was sitting on the deck smoking. The sergeant and the others also noticed, and they all walked over immediately.

Lynch said what they were interested in, "No one had an accident. They were all in the upper cabin. Probably all the original crew on this ship were killed."

"It's too late. I don't know where they are going. Tell the plane. They should be able to be found."

He stood up on the chair, hooked his finger at the sergeant, and the two went aside.

"An idiot took my money, you have to help me get it back."

The sergeant was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded in acknowledgment, "When shall I act?"

Lynch looked up and down the sergeant, "You are responsible for the command behind you, you don't have to go to the front line."

The sergeant also wanted to refute or say something to indicate that he could actually go out to work, even if he would not go out to work in the end, at least he had to show this attitude.

It's a pity that Lynch didn't give him a chance, "You have to think about your wife, if something happens to you, there will be a man who spends your pension on your wife and beats your child."

"It's good enough that you finish this matter later, I can trust you."

"Arrange more people, we have to get ahead of others."

Lynch finished smoking the last cigarette and threw the cigarette **** into the sea. "The nature of this battle is very special. At the same time, I ask you to use the aircraft to cooperate in the course of the action."

"But how to do it, must reflect the role of the plane!" Lynch patted the sergeant on the arm, "understand?"

The sergeant nodded, "Understood, boss!"

Lynch turned and walked towards the warship. "Now, tell the navies to send a speedboat to pick me up. I have a meeting with the high-level navy..."