Chapter 880
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The captain knew the main idea when the first shot was fired.
The people and fire explained by the female telegraph operator are here, and the cruise ship is still running at high speed. He doesn't think the pirates pretended by the warlords can get on the ship at this time.
But it happened that at this time, he got on the ship, and the sound of gunfire told everything.
To some surprise, there was no immediate disturbance on board, except for a few whispered exclamations.
The federal rich of those rich people don't look very good, but they don't have despair or the like.
Isn't the purpose of Pirates hijacking cruise ships just for money?
To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth billions. If one person misses a little, these pirates can eat it.
And they are not too worried that pirates will hurt themselves and offend so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill all those who know it.
Once there is a little wind, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.
What's more, if the rich are not alive, they can't get money.
It's foolish to go out at this time. Those pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.
On the contrary, it's safer to sit in the cabin and wait until the two groups outside compete for control.
The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, crying, swearing, the sound of something falling.
The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulate people's nerves. Many people are sweating all over at this time, and they can't concentrate at all.
You can only smoke one by one, or take a small sip of solid color, in an attempt to force yourself to settle down with nicotine.
Lynch sat quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, enjoying the moon and blood outside the window and tasting the wine.
He's not nervous at all. He even wants to laugh.
Just now, he felt an obvious sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.
A fast sailing ship on the sea is not so easy to be found and can be accurately located, but a slow cruise ship can.
The probability of being searched by the plane is higher.
The resistance and gunfight lasted until more than nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until ten o'clock.
Apart from the occasional sporadic gunfire in the bottom cabin, there was no obvious confrontation on the whole ship.
At half past ten, all the lights on the ship were turned on, but it was different from any previous day.
Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.
The female manager stood outside the door pale, and her body was shaking.
"Mr. Lynch... They asked me to invite you to the deck..."
Lynch got up from the sofa and buttoned up. "Lead the way!"
Perhaps Lynch calmly infected the female manager, and her body didn't seem to tremble so much.
As soon as Lin Qi went out, he saw people coming out of the room from the front left and right. They had no verbal communication. At most, their eyes adhered for a moment when they looked at each other.
Everyone is heading for the same place, which was originally a place where one deck was used to hold all kinds of large-scale activities.
Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck, and there is a lot of blood on some stairs. These blood become sticky on the surface after the sea breeze.
A wisp of blood dripped slowly between the hanging buildings.
A lot of people died.
Lynch saw some guys who were obviously not crew members throwing bodies out of the side of the ship. The rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like a requiem.
On the first deck, many people have gathered here. The first mate who left a "deep impression" on people two days ago was hung on a lamp post.
The wire was around his neck, his whole head was blue and purple, his tongue was half stretched out, and he couldn't die anymore.
To Lynch's surprise, the captain didn't die, but his condition was not very good. He seemed to have gunshot wounds and barely supported his body in front of people.
A guy wearing a beret with scars on his face turned his back to everyone, and the soles of his right foot rose and fell rhythmically in the front half of his right foot.
Every time the military leather boots fall, they will make a crisp "pop" sound when they knock on the deck with blood left.
Every time the "pop" sound sounded, it seemed to knock heavily on everyone's heart. The cruelty in the eyes of the soldiers standing high with guns made these rich people feel a little trance.
The power of money seems to become less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.
When everyone was almost here, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy in the beret, and someone sent him a microphone.
He quickly turned around, looked at everyone on the deck with a very bright smile and patted the microphone, "good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
A marillo's unique accent. Their breath is shorter than the federal pronunciation in some pronunciation, and there are some additional nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.
"I was eager to meet you a long time ago. Although someone delayed our meeting for some time, there was no change in the result.", kicked the captain behind the bend of his leg.
The center of gravity supporting the human body was broken, and the captain bent his legs forward and knelt on the ground.
Lynch could even hear the sound of his bones hitting the deck - he must be in pain.
However, his face did not show, but still indifferent.
"It's this guy who has been blocking me from meeting you, so in order to apologize to you, I..."
A soldier behind him took out his pistol and put it on his outstretched palm.
He aimed a shot at the captain's head, and the bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head. It was obvious that half of his forehead was lifted, and the blood and things in it fell to the ground in a moment.
The few screams made Beret frown.
He thought these rich people would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.
Keeping the captain until now is to create psychological fear for these rich people, but it doesn't seem to work very well.
He couldn't help thinking of some rumors about the Federation that he heard when he was in Mario. It was said that the federal capitalists were man eating monsters.
The workers were chained together and worked in the factory every day until they fainted. Their food was worse than the capitalist dogs, but they did many times more work than the dogs.
Every month, the capitalists have to find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers can't get a penny and have to give the capitalists money in turn.
When the devil sees the federal capitalists, they can go to heaven. This is the prejudice of the maliro people against them.
Now, this is not necessarily prejudice.
He kicked the captain and pushed him down from the small stage.
"Well, skip these unpleasant things. I'm so eager to meet you this time because I heard that you have a tradition of donation."
"At the charity auction held by your president's wife, a lighter sold at a high price of one million. It can be seen that you are all enthusiastic about charity."
"And I happen to be a poor man and a person in need of help. I hope you can donate money to me as you did in that charity party!"
He didn't introduce his ideas at all. He thought it was the same. A group of robbers had to introduce themselves. I'm afraid he didn't feel too comfortable living?
He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed to him and his girlfriend, "bring them up."
A gentleman in his fifties and a woman who looked only in his thirties came on the stage. Their expressions looked very calm.
This makes Beret a little ashamed. These people are not afraid of him. Are there any more failed robbers than him?
He glanced at the rich people unhappily, and his face gradually became gloomy. "You will donate things at the charity party. You don't need to donate today. I'll donate."
He hooked his fingers. A bandit sent a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful in it, and then showed it to the people.
It was bullets, lubricated and polished.
"This is what I donated. You have to bid for it!"
When Beret said this, everyone knew what he meant.
The gentleman on the stage looked at a bullet in the palm of Beret's hand. To be honest, he didn't know how many it was.
Looks like about twenty?
He was silent for a while. After a fierce struggle, he gave a price he thought was appropriate, "two million."
Beret whistled, "two million, that's a lot!"
He held the bullet in his hand, palm down, and then released one.
As a bullet fell, he was counting, "one!"
"Two!"
"Three..."
"You must be good at calculation!" said Beret with a smile.
In the process, he counted and joked until the end.
"Twenty!"
The last bullet fell from his three fingers, everyone was relieved, and the smile on Beret's face seemed more cordial.
The rich man and his girlfriend were also relieved. The rich man asked directly, "can we leave?"
The smile on Beret's face suddenly converged. He turned his hand over and spread his palm. There was a bullet in it.
This sudden change was unexpected to everyone. When they saw him count to twenty, they had held the last bullet with their thumb, index finger and middle finger
He hid one!
The next second, beret raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without leaving a buffer.
The bullet penetrated the rich woman's head and her body fell down at once.
Before that, she held the rich man tightly, so that the rich man fell to the ground with her.
Beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The distorted expression of fear on his face satisfied Beret's heart.
He held out his hand. "Don't worry, the extra one has been taken away. You don't need to bear any extra bullets!"
He pulled the rich man up and made some small moves in his hand. "Take him down and wash it. It tastes too big!"
Then he turned and showed his white teeth and smile to the other rich men, "who's next?"
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The captain knew the main idea when the first shot was fired.
The people and fire explained by the female telegraph operator are here, and the cruise ship is still running at high speed. He doesn't think the pirates pretended by the warlords can get on the ship at this time.
But it happened that at this time, he got on the ship, and the sound of gunfire told everything.
To some surprise, there was no immediate disturbance on board, except for a few whispered exclamations.
The federal rich of those rich people don't look very good, but they don't have despair or the like.
Isn't the purpose of Pirates hijacking cruise ships just for money?
To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth billions. If one person misses a little, these pirates can eat it.
And they are not too worried that pirates will hurt themselves and offend so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill all those who know it.
Once there is a little wind, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.
What's more, if the rich are not alive, they can't get money.
It's foolish to go out at this time. Those pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.
On the contrary, it's safer to sit in the cabin and wait until the two groups outside compete for control.
The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, crying, swearing, the sound of something falling.
The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulate people's nerves. Many people are sweating all over at this time, and they can't concentrate at all.
You can only smoke one by one, or take a small sip of solid color, in an attempt to force yourself to settle down with nicotine.
Lynch sat quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, enjoying the moon and blood outside the window and tasting the wine.
He's not nervous at all. He even wants to laugh.
Just now, he felt an obvious sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.
A fast sailing ship on the sea is not so easy to be found and can be accurately located, but a slow cruise ship can.
The probability of being searched by the plane is higher.
The resistance and gunfight lasted until more than nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until ten o'clock.
Apart from the occasional sporadic gunfire in the bottom cabin, there was no obvious confrontation on the whole ship.
At half past ten, all the lights on the ship were turned on, but it was different from any previous day.
Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.
The female manager stood outside the door pale, and her body was shaking.
"Mr. Lynch... They asked me to invite you to the deck..."
Lynch got up from the sofa and buttoned up. "Lead the way!"
Perhaps Lynch calmly infected the female manager, and her body didn't seem to tremble so much.
As soon as Lin Qi went out, he saw people coming out of the room from the front left and right. They had no verbal communication. At most, their eyes adhered for a moment when they looked at each other.
Everyone is heading for the same place, which was originally a place where one deck was used to hold all kinds of large-scale activities.
Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck, and there is a lot of blood on some stairs. These blood become sticky on the surface after the sea breeze.
A wisp of blood dripped slowly between the hanging buildings.
A lot of people died.
Lynch saw some guys who were obviously not crew members throwing bodies out of the side of the ship. The rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like a requiem.
On the first deck, many people have gathered here. The first mate who left a "deep impression" on people two days ago was hung on a lamp post.
The wire was around his neck, his whole head was blue and purple, his tongue was half stretched out, and he couldn't die anymore.
To Lynch's surprise, the captain didn't die, but his condition was not very good. He seemed to have gunshot wounds and barely supported his body in front of people.
A guy wearing a beret with scars on his face turned his back to everyone, and the soles of his right foot rose and fell rhythmically in the front half of his right foot.
Every time the military leather boots fall, they will make a crisp "pop" sound when they knock on the deck with blood left.
Every time the "pop" sound sounded, it seemed to knock heavily on everyone's heart. The cruelty in the eyes of the soldiers standing high with guns made these rich people feel a little trance.
The power of money seems to become less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.
When everyone was almost here, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy in the beret, and someone sent him a microphone.
He quickly turned around, looked at everyone on the deck with a very bright smile and patted the microphone, "good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
A marillo's unique accent. Their breath is shorter than the federal pronunciation in some pronunciation, and there are some additional nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish.
"I was eager to meet you a long time ago. Although someone delayed our meeting for some time, there was no change in the result.", kicked the captain behind the bend of his leg.
The center of gravity supporting the human body was broken, and the captain bent his legs forward and knelt on the ground.
Lynch could even hear the sound of his bones hitting the deck - he must be in pain.
However, his face did not show, but still indifferent.
"It's this guy who has been blocking me from meeting you, so in order to apologize to you, I..."
A soldier behind him took out his pistol and put it on his outstretched palm.
He aimed a shot at the captain's head, and the bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head. It was obvious that half of his forehead was lifted, and the blood and things in it fell to the ground in a moment.
The few screams made Beret frown.
He thought these rich people would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.
Keeping the captain until now is to create psychological fear for these rich people, but it doesn't seem to work very well.
He couldn't help thinking of some rumors about the Federation that he heard when he was in Mario. It was said that the federal capitalists were man eating monsters.
The workers were chained together and worked in the factory every day until they fainted. Their food was worse than the capitalist dogs, but they did many times more work than the dogs.
Every month, the capitalists have to find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers can't get a penny and have to give the capitalists money in turn.
When the devil sees the federal capitalists, they can go to heaven. This is the prejudice of the maliro people against them.
Now, this is not necessarily prejudice.
He kicked the captain and pushed him down from the small stage.
"Well, skip these unpleasant things. I'm so eager to meet you this time because I heard that you have a tradition of donation."
"At the charity auction held by your president's wife, a lighter sold at a high price of one million. It can be seen that you are all enthusiastic about charity."
"And I happen to be a poor man and a person in need of help. I hope you can donate money to me as you did in that charity party!"
He didn't introduce his ideas at all. He thought it was the same. A group of robbers had to introduce themselves. I'm afraid he didn't feel too comfortable living?
He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed to him and his girlfriend, "bring them up."
A gentleman in his fifties and a woman who looked only in his thirties came on the stage. Their expressions looked very calm.
This makes Beret a little ashamed. These people are not afraid of him. Are there any more failed robbers than him?
He glanced at the rich people unhappily, and his face gradually became gloomy. "You will donate things at the charity party. You don't need to donate today. I'll donate."
He hooked his fingers. A bandit sent a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful in it, and then showed it to the people.
It was bullets, lubricated and polished.
"This is what I donated. You have to bid for it!"
When Beret said this, everyone knew what he meant.
The gentleman on the stage looked at a bullet in the palm of Beret's hand. To be honest, he didn't know how many it was.
Looks like about twenty?
He was silent for a while. After a fierce struggle, he gave a price he thought was appropriate, "two million."
Beret whistled, "two million, that's a lot!"
He held the bullet in his hand, palm down, and then released one.
As a bullet fell, he was counting, "one!"
"Two!"
"Three..."
"You must be good at calculation!" said Beret with a smile.
In the process, he counted and joked until the end.
"Twenty!"
The last bullet fell from his three fingers, everyone was relieved, and the smile on Beret's face seemed more cordial.
The rich man and his girlfriend were also relieved. The rich man asked directly, "can we leave?"
The smile on Beret's face suddenly converged. He turned his hand over and spread his palm. There was a bullet in it.
This sudden change was unexpected to everyone. When they saw him count to twenty, they had held the last bullet with their thumb, index finger and middle finger
He hid one!
The next second, beret raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without leaving a buffer.
The bullet penetrated the rich woman's head and her body fell down at once.
Before that, she held the rich man tightly, so that the rich man fell to the ground with her.
Beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The distorted expression of fear on his face satisfied Beret's heart.
He held out his hand. "Don't worry, the extra one has been taken away. You don't need to bear any extra bullets!"
He pulled the rich man up and made some small moves in his hand. "Take him down and wash it. It tastes too big!"
Then he turned and showed his white teeth and smile to the other rich men, "who's next?"
The captain knew the main idea when the first shot was fired.The people and fire explained by the female telegraph operator are here, and the cruise ship is still running at high speed. He doesn't think the pirates pretended by the warlords can get on the ship at this time.But it happened that at this time, he got on the ship, and the sound of gunfire told everything.To some surprise, there was no immediate disturbance on board, except for a few whispered exclamations.The federal rich of those rich people don't look very good, but they don't have despair or the like.Isn't the purpose of Pirates hijacking cruise ships just for money?To put it bluntly, everyone here is worth billions. If one person misses a little, these pirates can eat it.And they are not too worried that pirates will hurt themselves and offend so many rich people at once, unless they dare to kill all those who know it.Once there is a little wind, these pirates will spend the rest of their lives in despair.What's more, if the rich are not alive, they can't get money.It's foolish to go out at this time. Those pirates may mistake them for crew members and kill them directly.On the contrary, it's safer to sit in the cabin and wait until the two groups outside compete for control.The sound of gunfire, the sound of killing, crying, swearing, the sound of something falling.The pungent smell of gunpowder and fishy smell stimulate people's nerves. Many people are sweating all over at this time, and they can't concentrate at all.You can only smoke one by one, or take a small sip of solid color, in an attempt to force yourself to settle down with nicotine.Lynch sat quietly on the sofa, holding a goblet in his hand, enjoying the moon and blood outside the window and tasting the wine.He's not nervous at all. He even wants to laugh.Just now, he felt an obvious sense of frustration, which meant that the speed of the cruise ship suddenly decreased.A fast sailing ship on the sea is not so easy to be found and can be accurately located, but a slow cruise ship can.The probability of being searched by the plane is higher.The resistance and gunfight lasted until more than nine o'clock, and it was not completely over until ten o'clock.Apart from the occasional sporadic gunfire in the bottom cabin, there was no obvious confrontation on the whole ship.At half past ten, all the lights on the ship were turned on, but it was different from any previous day.Soon, someone knocked on Lynch's door.The female manager stood outside the door pale, and her body was shaking."Mr. Lynch... They asked me to invite you to the deck..."Lynch got up from the sofa and buttoned up. "Lead the way!"Perhaps Lynch calmly infected the female manager, and her body didn't seem to tremble so much.As soon as Lin Qi went out, he saw people coming out of the room from the front left and right. They had no verbal communication. At most, their eyes adhered for a moment when they looked at each other.Everyone is heading for the same place, which was originally a place where one deck was used to hold all kinds of large-scale activities.Blood can be seen everywhere on the deck, and there is a lot of blood on some stairs. These blood become sticky on the surface after the sea breeze.A wisp of blood dripped slowly between the hanging buildings.A lot of people died.Lynch saw some guys who were obviously not crew members throwing bodies out of the side of the ship. The rhythmic sound of falling into the water was like a requiem.On the first deck, many people have gathered here. The first mate who left a "deep impression" on people two days ago was hung on a lamp post.The wire was around his neck, his whole head was blue and purple, his tongue was half stretched out, and he couldn't die anymore.To Lynch's surprise, the captain didn't die, but his condition was not very good. He seemed to have gunshot wounds and barely supported his body in front of people.A guy wearing a beret with scars on his face turned his back to everyone, and the soles of his right foot rose and fell rhythmically in the front half of his right foot.Every time the military leather boots fall, they will make a crisp "pop" sound when they knock on the deck with blood left.Every time the "pop" sound sounded, it seemed to knock heavily on everyone's heart. The cruelty in the eyes of the soldiers standing high with guns made these rich people feel a little trance.The power of money seems to become less important at this moment, which is not a good sign.When everyone was almost here, someone whispered something in the ear of the guy in the beret, and someone sent him a microphone.He quickly turned around, looked at everyone on the deck with a very bright smile and patted the microphone, "good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"A marillo's unique accent. Their breath is shorter than the federal pronunciation in some pronunciation, and there are some additional nasal sounds, which are easy to distinguish."I was eager to meet you a long time ago. Although someone delayed our meeting for some time, there was no change in the result.", kicked the captain behind the bend of his leg.The center of gravity supporting the human body was broken, and the captain bent his legs forward and knelt on the ground.Lynch could even hear the sound of his bones hitting the deck - he must be in pain.However, his face did not show, but still indifferent."It's this guy who has been blocking me from meeting you, so in order to apologize to you, I..."A soldier behind him took out his pistol and put it on his outstretched palm.He aimed a shot at the captain's head, and the bullet penetrated the back of the captain's head. It was obvious that half of his forehead was lifted, and the blood and things in it fell to the ground in a moment.The few screams made Beret frown.He thought these rich people would be easy to handle, but he didn't expect that his little plan didn't seem to work.Keeping the captain until now is to create psychological fear for these rich people, but it doesn't seem to work very well.He couldn't help thinking of some rumors about the Federation that he heard when he was in Mario. It was said that the federal capitalists were man eating monsters.The workers were chained together and worked in the factory every day until they fainted. Their food was worse than the capitalist dogs, but they did many times more work than the dogs.Every month, the capitalists have to find ways to deduct their wages. Sometimes the workers can't get a penny and have to give the capitalists money in turn.When the devil sees the federal capitalists, they can go to heaven. This is the prejudice of the maliro people against them.Now, this is not necessarily prejudice.He kicked the captain and pushed him down from the small stage."Well, skip these unpleasant things. I'm so eager to meet you this time because I heard that you have a tradition of donation.""At the charity auction held by your president's wife, a lighter sold at a high price of one million. It can be seen that you are all enthusiastic about charity.""And I happen to be a poor man and a person in need of help. I hope you can donate money to me as you did in that charity party!"He didn't introduce his ideas at all. He thought it was the same. A group of robbers had to introduce themselves. I'm afraid he didn't feel too comfortable living?He looked at the gentleman closest to the stage, pointed to him and his girlfriend, "bring them up."A gentleman in his fifties and a woman who looked only in his thirties came on the stage. Their expressions looked very calm.This makes Beret a little ashamed. These people are not afraid of him. Are there any more failed robbers than him?He glanced at the rich people unhappily, and his face gradually became gloomy. "You will donate things at the charity party. You don't need to donate today. I'll donate."He hooked his fingers. A bandit sent a box. He reached out and grabbed a handful in it, and then showed it to the people.It was bullets, lubricated and polished."This is what I donated. You have to bid for it!"When Beret said this, everyone knew what he meant.The gentleman on the stage looked at a bullet in the palm of Beret's hand. To be honest, he didn't know how many it was.Looks like about twenty?He was silent for a while. After a fierce struggle, he gave a price he thought was appropriate, "two million."Beret whistled, "two million, that's a lot!"He held the bullet in his hand, palm down, and then released one.As a bullet fell, he was counting, "one!""Two!""Three...""You must be good at calculation!" said Beret with a smile.In the process, he counted and joked until the end."Twenty!"The last bullet fell from his three fingers, everyone was relieved, and the smile on Beret's face seemed more cordial.The rich man and his girlfriend were also relieved. The rich man asked directly, "can we leave?"The smile on Beret's face suddenly converged. He turned his hand over and spread his palm. There was a bullet in it.This sudden change was unexpected to everyone. When they saw him count to twenty, they had held the last bullet with their thumb, index finger and middle fingerHe hid one!The next second, beret raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger without leaving a buffer.The bullet penetrated the rich woman's head and her body fell down at once.Before that, she held the rich man tightly, so that the rich man fell to the ground with her.Beret took two steps forward, and the rich man's face finally changed. The distorted expression of fear on his face satisfied Beret's heart.He held out his hand. "Don't worry, the extra one has been taken away. You don't need to bear any extra bullets!"He pulled the rich man up and made some small moves in his hand. "Take him down and wash it. It tastes too big!"Then he turned and showed his white teeth and smile to the other rich men, "who's next?"
