Chapter 881
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A fresh life disappeared in front of people. These pirates finally brought some pressure to the rich on board.
One?
Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they are not people for a long time, or they are not people in a pure sense. They are new social species higher than human beings.
No matter how many lower class people die, they will not be shaken in the slightest, because people are cheap commodities all over the world.
They're just... Consumables.
Only when there are casualties among capitalists will they feel fear.
"I seem to have seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" Beret pointed a pistol at a pair of guests who looked familiar to him.
Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage in the same way as just now.
Beret put his hand into the box full of bullets and grabbed a big one. "Come on, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"
With the demonstration of the first participant just now, the gentleman signed a transfer check of $3 million almost without any resistance.
"I guess you have thirty bullets in your hand..."
Berets were very satisfied with the price. When he counted the last and the twenty sixth one, everyone was relieved.
But at the same time, there is some tension, because the first time it was 21, and now it is 26. Will there be more later?
No one can guarantee that Beret's hand can't catch more bullets. Maybe he will go in and fish with both hands, which also makes people realize that standing on stage in advance can save money!
Saving money is making money!
"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky. You passed this pass!" Beret took the transfer check from the rich and handed it to the soldiers around him.
"You can go back, then next..."
"I am willing to donate..."
Someone stood up in advance, which made Beret laugh wildly after a short absence.
He thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make their emotions fluctuate violently. He didn't expect that they didn't, but they made a mistake at the beginning.
They only cherish their own lives. As long as you can prove that you have the courage to kill these people, they will bow their heads.
It's like here now.
"I donate three million!"
"I also donate, I donate 3.2 million!"
Many rich people, especially the young ones, can't hold their breath. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than those middle-aged and elderly rich people.
Their life has just begun, and they still have countless time to enjoy the happiness brought by money. They don't want to leave early.
It's just some money. There's no need to let others find an excuse to hurt themselves for money. Moreover, their lives are much more expensive than these millions!
Beret laughed and put away the checks. He looked at these people and thought they were very cute, and some crazy ideas grew in his heart.
If you can succeed this time, does that mean there may be another time?
How profitable!
These federal rich are too rich. In such a short time, he has earned tens of millions of federal sol. If he earns the money himself, he will not only work hard, but may not earn a fraction of it in his life.
But here, it is so simple to get them, and his eyes are gradually becoming more greedy.
He suddenly noticed that a man standing in the distance was still smoking. The handsome young guy was alone and didn't donate money to himself.
This made him a little curious. At the same time, the uncontrolled cruelty in his heart began to look up. He pulled out the crowd and pointed a gun at the young man. "Come here, others have donated money. Why don't you donate?"
He spoke in a sarcastic tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, 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 filled with numbers, but what's the point?"
"Do you want it?"
Lynch held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, gently bit his teeth, took a pen in his free hand, and kept drawing circles on the checkbook. It was zero by zero.
Beret was stunned. He looked back at the soldiers around him and quickly looked at Lynch, "what do you mean?"
Lynch tore off the check and stuffed the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed the check full of zeros. "One trillion, is it enough? If it's not enough, you can add a few zeros."
Beret suddenly stepped forward, held a pistol against Lynch's forehead and opened his smelly mouth... His teeth were quite white, "what the fuck do you mean?"
He stared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him. Instead, he looked like a beret. It was strange that he was the weak side.
Without fear, Lynch inserted the check into the winger of Beret on Beret's head. "That's what I mean. You can't take those checks to the bank, even a penny!"
Beret took back his pistol. He strode to his assistant and took all the checks in his hand. He looked through them one by one. There was no problem.
Each one was like those cheques he had seen, filled in the time, amount, and the autographs of the rich. He had seen federal transfer cheques, and even got two before the operation.
It's no different from these, at least he doesn't know the difference.
"You fucking lied to me!" he went to lynch again, holding a gun against Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger anytime and anywhere.
Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand, blocked the pistol in 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 here who really cooperates with you."
"I think you are willing to leave here with money and spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit. You don't want to get nothing and die by the side of the road, do you?"
"At least you can get something, even if it's only temporary."
Beret stared at Lynch very seriously. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.
His instinct told him not to listen to the fucking nonsense of the young man, but his reason told him that he had to listen to what the guy was saying.
"What's your name?"
Beret put his gun away again, and he began to look like an equal dialogue with Lynch.
"Lynch, you may know me."
Beret's face showed a sudden expression, "the youngest Mr. 10 billion, the newspaper says you have 10 billion. Is this true?"
Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with Lynch's words, or the robber may be jealous of Lynch's "Friendliness" and "equality", and subconsciously sneer.
Beret's eyes immediately shifted from Lynch's face to the direction of laughter.
There was no smile or ferocity on his face, but it was more terrible and more stressful.
"If I hear anyone fucking interrupt me again, I'll kill him!"
He looked back at Lynch and met his eyes.
Lynch didn't avoid, so they looked at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, beret didn't see anything that could shake, such as guilt or deception.
When he was in Mario, whenever someone betrayed him, he just looked into each other's eyes. The other party would soon be unable to bear the pressure and his eyes began to dodge.
But Lynch was not so calm and calm, which made him believe Lynch's words.
"Then what do you mean by what you say?"
Lynch glanced sideways at the crowd under the small stage and whispered, "someone has interrupted our conversation just now. They will do that next. Why don't we find a quiet place, me alone, you can talk about it?"
Beret walked back and forth a few steps and nodded. After whispering a few words to his assistant, he held a pistol and made a "come with me" action. They walked to the bar.
"Get out of here!"
There are several soldiers beside the bar in the open-air bar. They all have a strong smell of wine.
After a fierce exchange of fire, the soldiers should be relaxed at this time.
In the past, he also tried to formulate strict rules like the armies of some countries. As a result, the people below either ran away or went crazy to kill their own people. Finally, he gave up.
As long as he can win, he will not intervene in what he likes to do after the battle.
The soldiers smiled and took away a lot of wine. Beret casually took a bottle and two cups. He also took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.
On one side, he said, "what do you mean by what you just said? Why can't I get the money?"
Lynch made a "give me a" gesture and got a check from Beret's hand. He looked at it. It was a check for three million yuan.
"You know, the biggest problem with this check is the date."
"We disappeared during this period and signed these transfer checks. Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank can't get our security information, you can't use this check first."
"Secondly, whoever goes to the bank with this check is the suspect... Or the robber."
"There is no difference between getting these things and not getting them, so I said, I can write you whatever you want, because I know you can't do anything."
After listening, beret smashed the bar with the handgun handle, "grass, you capitalists are so fucking mean!"
Lynch's truth is not the truth between heaven and earth. It's like telling people that one plus one equals two. As long as it's an individual, you can understand it.
It happened that Beret's IQ looked normal, and he understood it.
He was fooled by these rich men!
He gulped down the wine in the glass, smashed the glass to the ground, got up and went to the rich men, "I'll kill them!"
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A fresh life disappeared in front of people. These pirates finally brought some pressure to the rich on board.
One?
Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they are not people for a long time, or they are not people in a pure sense. They are new social species higher than human beings.
No matter how many lower class people die, they will not be shaken in the slightest, because people are cheap commodities all over the world.
They're just... Consumables.
Only when there are casualties among capitalists will they feel fear.
"I seem to have seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" Beret pointed a pistol at a pair of guests who looked familiar to him.
Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage in the same way as just now.
Beret put his hand into the box full of bullets and grabbed a big one. "Come on, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"
With the demonstration of the first participant just now, the gentleman signed a transfer check of $3 million almost without any resistance.
"I guess you have thirty bullets in your hand..."
Berets were very satisfied with the price. When he counted the last and the twenty sixth one, everyone was relieved.
But at the same time, there is some tension, because the first time it was 21, and now it is 26. Will there be more later?
No one can guarantee that Beret's hand can't catch more bullets. Maybe he will go in and fish with both hands, which also makes people realize that standing on stage in advance can save money!
Saving money is making money!
"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky. You passed this pass!" Beret took the transfer check from the rich and handed it to the soldiers around him.
"You can go back, then next..."
"I am willing to donate..."
Someone stood up in advance, which made Beret laugh wildly after a short absence.
He thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make their emotions fluctuate violently. He didn't expect that they didn't, but they made a mistake at the beginning.
They only cherish their own lives. As long as you can prove that you have the courage to kill these people, they will bow their heads.
It's like here now.
"I donate three million!"
"I also donate, I donate 3.2 million!"
Many rich people, especially the young ones, can't hold their breath. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than those middle-aged and elderly rich people.
Their life has just begun, and they still have countless time to enjoy the happiness brought by money. They don't want to leave early.
It's just some money. There's no need to let others find an excuse to hurt themselves for money. Moreover, their lives are much more expensive than these millions!
Beret laughed and put away the checks. He looked at these people and thought they were very cute, and some crazy ideas grew in his heart.
If you can succeed this time, does that mean there may be another time?
How profitable!
These federal rich are too rich. In such a short time, he has earned tens of millions of federal sol. If he earns the money himself, he will not only work hard, but may not earn a fraction of it in his life.
But here, it is so simple to get them, and his eyes are gradually becoming more greedy.
He suddenly noticed that a man standing in the distance was still smoking. The handsome young guy was alone and didn't donate money to himself.
This made him a little curious. At the same time, the uncontrolled cruelty in his heart began to look up. He pulled out the crowd and pointed a gun at the young man. "Come here, others have donated money. Why don't you donate?"
He spoke in a sarcastic tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, 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 filled with numbers, but what's the point?"
"Do you want it?"
Lynch held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, gently bit his teeth, took a pen in his free hand, and kept drawing circles on the checkbook. It was zero by zero.
Beret was stunned. He looked back at the soldiers around him and quickly looked at Lynch, "what do you mean?"
Lynch tore off the check and stuffed the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed the check full of zeros. "One trillion, is it enough? If it's not enough, you can add a few zeros."
Beret suddenly stepped forward, held a pistol against Lynch's forehead and opened his smelly mouth... His teeth were quite white, "what the fuck do you mean?"
He stared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him. Instead, he looked like a beret. It was strange that he was the weak side.
Without fear, Lynch inserted the check into the winger of Beret on Beret's head. "That's what I mean. You can't take those checks to the bank, even a penny!"
Beret took back his pistol. He strode to his assistant and took all the checks in his hand. He looked through them one by one. There was no problem.
Each one was like those cheques he had seen, filled in the time, amount, and the autographs of the rich. He had seen federal transfer cheques, and even got two before the operation.
It's no different from these, at least he doesn't know the difference.
"You fucking lied to me!" he went to lynch again, holding a gun against Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger anytime and anywhere.
Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand, blocked the pistol in 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 here who really cooperates with you."
"I think you are willing to leave here with money and spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit. You don't want to get nothing and die by the side of the road, do you?"
"At least you can get something, even if it's only temporary."
Beret stared at Lynch very seriously. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.
His instinct told him not to listen to the fucking nonsense of the young man, but his reason told him that he had to listen to what the guy was saying.
"What's your name?"
Beret put his gun away again, and he began to look like an equal dialogue with Lynch.
"Lynch, you may know me."
Beret's face showed a sudden expression, "the youngest Mr. 10 billion, the newspaper says you have 10 billion. Is this true?"
Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with Lynch's words, or the robber may be jealous of Lynch's "Friendliness" and "equality", and subconsciously sneer.
Beret's eyes immediately shifted from Lynch's face to the direction of laughter.
There was no smile or ferocity on his face, but it was more terrible and more stressful.
"If I hear anyone fucking interrupt me again, I'll kill him!"
He looked back at Lynch and met his eyes.
Lynch didn't avoid, so they looked at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, beret didn't see anything that could shake, such as guilt or deception.
When he was in Mario, whenever someone betrayed him, he just looked into each other's eyes. The other party would soon be unable to bear the pressure and his eyes began to dodge.
But Lynch was not so calm and calm, which made him believe Lynch's words.
"Then what do you mean by what you say?"
Lynch glanced sideways at the crowd under the small stage and whispered, "someone has interrupted our conversation just now. They will do that next. Why don't we find a quiet place, me alone, you can talk about it?"
Beret walked back and forth a few steps and nodded. After whispering a few words to his assistant, he held a pistol and made a "come with me" action. They walked to the bar.
"Get out of here!"
There are several soldiers beside the bar in the open-air bar. They all have a strong smell of wine.
After a fierce exchange of fire, the soldiers should be relaxed at this time.
In the past, he also tried to formulate strict rules like the armies of some countries. As a result, the people below either ran away or went crazy to kill their own people. Finally, he gave up.
As long as he can win, he will not intervene in what he likes to do after the battle.
The soldiers smiled and took away a lot of wine. Beret casually took a bottle and two cups. He also took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.
On one side, he said, "what do you mean by what you just said? Why can't I get the money?"
Lynch made a "give me a" gesture and got a check from Beret's hand. He looked at it. It was a check for three million yuan.
"You know, the biggest problem with this check is the date."
"We disappeared during this period and signed these transfer checks. Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank can't get our security information, you can't use this check first."
"Secondly, whoever goes to the bank with this check is the suspect... Or the robber."
"There is no difference between getting these things and not getting them, so I said, I can write you whatever you want, because I know you can't do anything."
After listening, beret smashed the bar with the handgun handle, "grass, you capitalists are so fucking mean!"
Lynch's truth is not the truth between heaven and earth. It's like telling people that one plus one equals two. As long as it's an individual, you can understand it.
It happened that Beret's IQ looked normal, and he understood it.
He was fooled by these rich men!
He gulped down the wine in the glass, smashed the glass to the ground, got up and went to the rich men, "I'll kill them!"
A fresh life disappeared in front of people. These pirates finally brought some pressure to the rich on board.One?Yes, in the eyes of these capitalists, they are not people for a long time, or they are not people in a pure sense. They are new social species higher than human beings.No matter how many lower class people die, they will not be shaken in the slightest, because people are cheap commodities all over the world.They're just... Consumables.Only when there are casualties among capitalists will they feel fear."I seem to have seen this gentleman in the newspaper!" Beret pointed a pistol at a pair of guests who looked familiar to him.Two armed robbers sent people to the small stage in the same way as just now.Beret put his hand into the box full of bullets and grabbed a big one. "Come on, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"With the demonstration of the first participant just now, the gentleman signed a transfer check of $3 million almost without any resistance."I guess you have thirty bullets in your hand..."Berets were very satisfied with the price. When he counted the last and the twenty sixth one, everyone was relieved.But at the same time, there is some tension, because the first time it was 21, and now it is 26. Will there be more later?No one can guarantee that Beret's hand can't catch more bullets. Maybe he will go in and fish with both hands, which also makes people realize that standing on stage in advance can save money!Saving money is making money!"It seems that this gentleman and lady are lucky. You passed this pass!" Beret took the transfer check from the rich and handed it to the soldiers around him."You can go back, then next...""I am willing to donate..."Someone stood up in advance, which made Beret laugh wildly after a short absence.He thought that these rich people were so calm that there was nothing that could make their emotions fluctuate violently. He didn't expect that they didn't, but they made a mistake at the beginning.They only cherish their own lives. As long as you can prove that you have the courage to kill these people, they will bow their heads.It's like here now."I donate three million!""I also donate, I donate 3.2 million!"Many rich people, especially the young ones, can't hold their breath. Their fear of death is obviously stronger than those middle-aged and elderly rich people.Their life has just begun, and they still have countless time to enjoy the happiness brought by money. They don't want to leave early.It's just some money. There's no need to let others find an excuse to hurt themselves for money. Moreover, their lives are much more expensive than these millions!Beret laughed and put away the checks. He looked at these people and thought they were very cute, and some crazy ideas grew in his heart.If you can succeed this time, does that mean there may be another time?How profitable!These federal rich are too rich. In such a short time, he has earned tens of millions of federal sol. If he earns the money himself, he will not only work hard, but may not earn a fraction of it in his life.But here, it is so simple to get them, and his eyes are gradually becoming more greedy.He suddenly noticed that a man standing in the distance was still smoking. The handsome young guy was alone and didn't donate money to himself.This made him a little curious. At the same time, the uncontrolled cruelty in his heart began to look up. He pulled out the crowd and pointed a gun at the young man. "Come here, others have donated money. Why don't you donate?"He spoke in a sarcastic tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, 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 filled with numbers, but what's the point?""Do you want it?"Lynch held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, gently bit his teeth, took a pen in his free hand, and kept drawing circles on the checkbook. It was zero by zero.Beret was stunned. He looked back at the soldiers around him and quickly looked at Lynch, "what do you mean?"Lynch tore off the check and stuffed the checkbook and pen back into his pocket. He handed the check full of zeros. "One trillion, is it enough? If it's not enough, you can add a few zeros."Beret suddenly stepped forward, held a pistol against Lynch's forehead and opened his smelly mouth... His teeth were quite white, "what the fuck do you mean?"He stared at Lynch, but Lynch was taller than him. Instead, he looked like a beret. It was strange that he was the weak side.Without fear, Lynch inserted the check into the winger of Beret on Beret's head. "That's what I mean. You can't take those checks to the bank, even a penny!"Beret took back his pistol. He strode to his assistant and took all the checks in his hand. He looked through them one by one. There was no problem.Each one was like those cheques he had seen, filled in the time, amount, and the autographs of the rich. He had seen federal transfer cheques, and even got two before the operation.It's no different from these, at least he doesn't know the difference."You fucking lied to me!" he went to lynch again, holding a gun against Lynch's head, as if he would pull the trigger anytime and anywhere.Lynch sneered and shook his head. He raised his hand, blocked the pistol in 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 here who really cooperates with you.""I think you are willing to leave here with money and spend the rest of your life in endless pursuit. You don't want to get nothing and die by the side of the road, do you?""At least you can get something, even if it's only temporary."Beret stared at Lynch very seriously. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him.His instinct told him not to listen to the fucking nonsense of the young man, but his reason told him that he had to listen to what the guy was saying."What's your name?"Beret put his gun away again, and he began to look like an equal dialogue with Lynch."Lynch, you may know me."Beret's face showed a sudden expression, "the youngest Mr. 10 billion, the newspaper says you have 10 billion. Is this true?"Some people in the crowd may be dissatisfied with Lynch's words, or the robber may be jealous of Lynch's "Friendliness" and "equality", and subconsciously sneer.Beret's eyes immediately shifted from Lynch's face to the direction of laughter.There was no smile or ferocity on his face, but it was more terrible and more stressful."If I hear anyone fucking interrupt me again, I'll kill him!"He looked back at Lynch and met his eyes.Lynch didn't avoid, so they looked at each other for a moment. From Lynch's eyes, beret didn't see anything that could shake, such as guilt or deception.When he was in Mario, whenever someone betrayed him, he just looked into each other's eyes. The other party would soon be unable to bear the pressure and his eyes began to dodge.But Lynch was not so calm and calm, which made him believe Lynch's words."Then what do you mean by what you say?"Lynch glanced sideways at the crowd under the small stage and whispered, "someone has interrupted our conversation just now. They will do that next. Why don't we find a quiet place, me alone, you can talk about it?"Beret walked back and forth a few steps and nodded. After whispering a few words to his assistant, he held a pistol and made a "come with me" action. They walked to the bar."Get out of here!"There are several soldiers beside the bar in the open-air bar. They all have a strong smell of wine.After a fierce exchange of fire, the soldiers should be relaxed at this time.In the past, he also tried to formulate strict rules like the armies of some countries. As a result, the people below either ran away or went crazy to kill their own people. Finally, he gave up.As long as he can win, he will not intervene in what he likes to do after the battle.The soldiers smiled and took away a lot of wine. Beret casually took a bottle and two cups. He also took the initiative to pour some for Lynch.On one side, he said, "what do you mean by what you just said? Why can't I get the money?"Lynch made a "give me a" gesture and got a check from Beret's hand. He looked at it. It was a check for three million yuan."You know, the biggest problem with this check is the date.""We disappeared during this period and signed these transfer checks. Everyone knows or doesn't know what happened. If the bank can't get our security information, you can't use this check first.""Secondly, whoever goes to the bank with this check is the suspect... Or the robber.""There is no difference between getting these things and not getting them, so I said, I can write you whatever you want, because I know you can't do anything."After listening, beret smashed the bar with the handgun handle, "grass, you capitalists are so fucking mean!"Lynch's truth is not the truth between heaven and earth. It's like telling people that one plus one equals two. As long as it's an individual, you can understand it.It happened that Beret's IQ looked normal, and he understood it.He was fooled by these rich men!He gulped down the wine in the glass, smashed the glass to the ground, got up and went to the rich men, "I'll kill them!"
