Chapter 885
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It was getting late. Lynch went out of the door and looked at his watch. He walked towards his room.
"Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."
Lynch wants to thank everyone in the world for using the same language, otherwise just communication will become a big problem.
For example, two soldiers who couldn't understand what he said pointed guns at his head, which made him "dog" feel terrible when he thought about it.
Sometimes the superior is easy to be persuaded, but it is difficult for those rigid inferiors to convince. Of course, they dare not change is also one reason.
As soon as he opened the door, Lynch knew someone had come. There were too many details.
He frowned slightly. He looked in the direction of the bedroom. There were some splashing blood stains on the wall. In the process of these blood stains falling slowly, vertical blood stains were drawn on the wall.
He went in, glanced at the dead female manager lying on the bed, and left the room. He didn't even talk to penny to confirm whether something had happened to her.
Ghost knows if there is anyone hiding here. At the same time, he also knows that the death of the female manager is a warning given to him by Beret.
He intends to tell Lynch in this way that everything is still under his control.
Lynch returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Ten or twenty minutes later, he was ready to rest. Beret suddenly burst in.
His face was filled with a very hypocritical fake smile, raised the bottle in his hand, "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"
Several soldiers rushed into each room from behind him. Lynch nodded as if nothing had happened. "Yes, but I can't drink too much."
"It doesn't matter..."
Beret was like a real drink. He didn't say anything and poured a glass of wine to Lynch. It was full.
The federals are strange.
They like to use some big vessels to hold the least liquid, such as square cups.
Each square cup has a capacity of at least 450 ml, but the federal people never give it a chance to fill it. Many times, it may only have about 100 ml of liquid.
Even with ice, it leaves early.
The more luxurious the utensils, the more so. Some experts believe that this kind of aesthetics originates from an ancient nation, which regards greatness as beauty and greatness as respect.
Gradually, people get used to this kind of thing. A cup that may feel very huge contains only a little liquid.
For example, the cup in front of Lynch was the only one he had seen in recent years. It was full and overflowed.
"I can't drink so much."
Lynch didn't serve it. He knew that as long as he picked it up, he must finish it.
In fact, in terms of Lynch's drinking capacity, this wine is nothing. Wine of more than 30 degrees and 40 degrees was no different from mineral water in his eyes.
But he can't drink. It's a matter of attitude.
The soldiers who broke into the room and searched around came out at this time. They came out as they went in.
There are no extra people.
Beret pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table. "Do you want to drink?"
"When you put a gun to my head and open the insurance, I'll drink, but not now."
Beret lost his ability to think briefly because of Lynch's answer.
After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he suddenly laughed, "you're a fucking interesting person, Lynch. What you just wanted to express is that you're afraid of death, aren't you?"
Lynch really nodded. "I'm particularly afraid of death. When I don't feel death, I have great courage. When I think I'll die, I'll bow my head."
"You're the first person to admit this. You're an interesting person!" Beret's mood looked unstable and moody.
Many dictators have this trait. Most of them are madmen in people's mouth. This does not mean that Beret has the potential to become a big warlord, but he seems to be "coincidental" in terms of character.
He put the gun away again and didn't force Lynch to drink the full glass of wine. "I'm just kidding you, friend. How could I do that?"
He picked up the glass in front of him. The full wine overflowed and poured on his hands, knees and expensive carpets.
After drinking, he put down his glass. He wiped his hand stained with wine on Lynch's clothes. "Since you don't want to drink with me, I'll go."
Then he got up with a smile and looked down at Lynch for a while before turning away.
Lynch lay back on the sofa and lay quietly as if nothing had happened.
The next day, Lynch took a bath in the morning, changed into clean clothes, and chose a less bright tie - a bright tie will make him look younger. What he needs now is convincing maturity.
He left the room after confirming in the mirror that there was nothing wrong with him.
He lived with the body at night. Of course, he slept on the sofa and the body slept in the bed.
But he's not afraid. He's just a dead man.
He has been doing his own things since the morning. Some people disdain his behavior, while others are very grateful for what he has done for everyone. This obviously contradictory emotion does appear in different people.
People who think Lynch is bad always regard him as a partner of the robbers and turn around to squeeze their wealth. This is really not an experience worthy of repeated aftertaste.
At this time, in the captain's room, a group of people were destroying various instruments and meters inside. They even turned the steering wheel in one direction and locked it on the steering wheel frame.
The purpose of this, of course, is to prepare for evacuation.
As Lynch said, they can't get much cash from these people. Now they can only hope that Lynch's check can be cashed and that he has his word.
Berets won't stay here too long. He can guess what the federates are like now because so many rich people in the Federation are missing.
They must have sent out the navy to look for the ship everywhere. The longer they stay, the more dangerous he will be.
Sitting on the small stage of the first deck, he quietly looked at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, and his eyes seemed to extend infinitely along the sea level.
"Chief, we have destroyed the captain's room." it was his adjutant, who was actually a pleasant dogleg.
Today, the dog leg had some thoughts of his own, "I think we should set a fire again. That's safer."
Beret glanced sideways at him and kicked him. "Whoever dares to set fire, I'll kill him myself."
In mariro, all warlords, large and small, are involved in smuggling.
Of course, big warlords are called "foreign trade", and only small and medium-sized warlords are called smuggling.
Smuggling, we have to mention shipping, which is also the most convenient method of smuggling.
There can't be marine police everywhere along the long coastline of the Federation. They always have a way to get in.
On the sea, I can't tell the direction, let alone find anything.
But if there is a pillar of smoke at this time, it will immediately attract everyone's attention.
The dog leg was kicked by beret, staggered for a few steps, scratched his head and walked back in some embarrassment.
"Let people prepare some pockets. Although we can't grab cash this time, those rich people have good things."
"Take everything they have and do it at once."
The dog leg was still scratching his head, "if someone resists..."
Beret glanced sideways at him again. "I didn't buy you a gun to play with. If someone resisted, wouldn't you kill those people?"
Soon, the soldiers were divided into teams of three or two. They took sacks into different cabins and forced everyone to hand in any valuable things they carried.
In the face of these robbers who are finally a bit like robbers, the mood of the rich has become a little easier.
Is that strange?
No, it's not surprising if the robbers are going to kill them.
The robbers can kill them first and then take the valuable things from their bodies. Now they don't do that because they really don't want to do it.
This is the only good news in this period of time. The rich are also very cooperative, although it hurts a little.
Lynch took a million from them. They didn't feel flesh pain, because there was still a big distance between one million and their psychological bottom line. Instead, they didn't feel it was a heavy payment.
And the money also bought a small share of a company, at least not much psychological reaction.
But these portable ornaments are different. Some are isolated, and even things handed down by their ancestors, such as jewelry on women, and some are more than a million.
In the face of life and wealth, some people have made wrong judgments and become negative teaching materials. People know how to choose.
What people didn't expect was that they didn't even let go of their clothes!
This made everyone feel very ashamed. They almost bare their bodies and exposed their original appearance and state.
Old men with flabby skin, women with drooping eight characters, men who want to put a water cup in their crotch, and women who are too loose to find the slightest style.
ugly.
Lynch may be the only one to escape this embarrassment, but it doesn't matter if he wants to get rid of him. Anyway, he's not the one with low self-esteem.
Beret's sudden decision made Lynch realize that Beret was going to leave. In fact, beret didn't really take the absolute initiative on the ship from the beginning.
He can't get cash, transfer cheques can't be used casually, and he has offended so many rich people who can't be killed. After calming down, he finally understands that he screwed up!
If this kind of thing is put in a hundred years later, it is definitely not a problem. If you move your finger, the money will arrive.
But what can we get from robbing a cruise ship on the sea and hijacking a group of rich people without cash?
Nothing.
Since he could get nothing, beret did not intend to continue wasting time. He planned to retreat.
So
Lynch touched his chin.
Do you want him to leave?
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It was getting late. Lynch went out of the door and looked at his watch. He walked towards his room.
"Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."
Lynch wants to thank everyone in the world for using the same language, otherwise just communication will become a big problem.
For example, two soldiers who couldn't understand what he said pointed guns at his head, which made him "dog" feel terrible when he thought about it.
Sometimes the superior is easy to be persuaded, but it is difficult for those rigid inferiors to convince. Of course, they dare not change is also one reason.
As soon as he opened the door, Lynch knew someone had come. There were too many details.
He frowned slightly. He looked in the direction of the bedroom. There were some splashing blood stains on the wall. In the process of these blood stains falling slowly, vertical blood stains were drawn on the wall.
He went in, glanced at the dead female manager lying on the bed, and left the room. He didn't even talk to penny to confirm whether something had happened to her.
Ghost knows if there is anyone hiding here. At the same time, he also knows that the death of the female manager is a warning given to him by Beret.
He intends to tell Lynch in this way that everything is still under his control.
Lynch returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Ten or twenty minutes later, he was ready to rest. Beret suddenly burst in.
His face was filled with a very hypocritical fake smile, raised the bottle in his hand, "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"
Several soldiers rushed into each room from behind him. Lynch nodded as if nothing had happened. "Yes, but I can't drink too much."
"It doesn't matter..."
Beret was like a real drink. He didn't say anything and poured a glass of wine to Lynch. It was full.
The federals are strange.
They like to use some big vessels to hold the least liquid, such as square cups.
Each square cup has a capacity of at least 450 ml, but the federal people never give it a chance to fill it. Many times, it may only have about 100 ml of liquid.
Even with ice, it leaves early.
The more luxurious the utensils, the more so. Some experts believe that this kind of aesthetics originates from an ancient nation, which regards greatness as beauty and greatness as respect.
Gradually, people get used to this kind of thing. A cup that may feel very huge contains only a little liquid.
For example, the cup in front of Lynch was the only one he had seen in recent years. It was full and overflowed.
"I can't drink so much."
Lynch didn't serve it. He knew that as long as he picked it up, he must finish it.
In fact, in terms of Lynch's drinking capacity, this wine is nothing. Wine of more than 30 degrees and 40 degrees was no different from mineral water in his eyes.
But he can't drink. It's a matter of attitude.
The soldiers who broke into the room and searched around came out at this time. They came out as they went in.
There are no extra people.
Beret pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table. "Do you want to drink?"
"When you put a gun to my head and open the insurance, I'll drink, but not now."
Beret lost his ability to think briefly because of Lynch's answer.
After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he suddenly laughed, "you're a fucking interesting person, Lynch. What you just wanted to express is that you're afraid of death, aren't you?"
Lynch really nodded. "I'm particularly afraid of death. When I don't feel death, I have great courage. When I think I'll die, I'll bow my head."
"You're the first person to admit this. You're an interesting person!" Beret's mood looked unstable and moody.
Many dictators have this trait. Most of them are madmen in people's mouth. This does not mean that Beret has the potential to become a big warlord, but he seems to be "coincidental" in terms of character.
He put the gun away again and didn't force Lynch to drink the full glass of wine. "I'm just kidding you, friend. How could I do that?"
He picked up the glass in front of him. The full wine overflowed and poured on his hands, knees and expensive carpets.
After drinking, he put down his glass. He wiped his hand stained with wine on Lynch's clothes. "Since you don't want to drink with me, I'll go."
Then he got up with a smile and looked down at Lynch for a while before turning away.
Lynch lay back on the sofa and lay quietly as if nothing had happened.
The next day, Lynch took a bath in the morning, changed into clean clothes, and chose a less bright tie - a bright tie will make him look younger. What he needs now is convincing maturity.
He left the room after confirming in the mirror that there was nothing wrong with him.
He lived with the body at night. Of course, he slept on the sofa and the body slept in the bed.
But he's not afraid. He's just a dead man.
He has been doing his own things since the morning. Some people disdain his behavior, while others are very grateful for what he has done for everyone. This obviously contradictory emotion does appear in different people.
People who think Lynch is bad always regard him as a partner of the robbers and turn around to squeeze their wealth. This is really not an experience worthy of repeated aftertaste.
At this time, in the captain's room, a group of people were destroying various instruments and meters inside. They even turned the steering wheel in one direction and locked it on the steering wheel frame.
The purpose of this, of course, is to prepare for evacuation.
As Lynch said, they can't get much cash from these people. Now they can only hope that Lynch's check can be cashed and that he has his word.
Berets won't stay here too long. He can guess what the federates are like now because so many rich people in the Federation are missing.
They must have sent out the navy to look for the ship everywhere. The longer they stay, the more dangerous he will be.
Sitting on the small stage of the first deck, he quietly looked at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, and his eyes seemed to extend infinitely along the sea level.
"Chief, we have destroyed the captain's room." it was his adjutant, who was actually a pleasant dogleg.
Today, the dog leg had some thoughts of his own, "I think we should set a fire again. That's safer."
Beret glanced sideways at him and kicked him. "Whoever dares to set fire, I'll kill him myself."
In mariro, all warlords, large and small, are involved in smuggling.
Of course, big warlords are called "foreign trade", and only small and medium-sized warlords are called smuggling.
Smuggling, we have to mention shipping, which is also the most convenient method of smuggling.
There can't be marine police everywhere along the long coastline of the Federation. They always have a way to get in.
On the sea, I can't tell the direction, let alone find anything.
But if there is a pillar of smoke at this time, it will immediately attract everyone's attention.
The dog leg was kicked by beret, staggered for a few steps, scratched his head and walked back in some embarrassment.
"Let people prepare some pockets. Although we can't grab cash this time, those rich people have good things."
"Take everything they have and do it at once."
The dog leg was still scratching his head, "if someone resists..."
Beret glanced sideways at him again. "I didn't buy you a gun to play with. If someone resisted, wouldn't you kill those people?"
Soon, the soldiers were divided into teams of three or two. They took sacks into different cabins and forced everyone to hand in any valuable things they carried.
In the face of these robbers who are finally a bit like robbers, the mood of the rich has become a little easier.
Is that strange?
No, it's not surprising if the robbers are going to kill them.
The robbers can kill them first and then take the valuable things from their bodies. Now they don't do that because they really don't want to do it.
This is the only good news in this period of time. The rich are also very cooperative, although it hurts a little.
Lynch took a million from them. They didn't feel flesh pain, because there was still a big distance between one million and their psychological bottom line. Instead, they didn't feel it was a heavy payment.
And the money also bought a small share of a company, at least not much psychological reaction.
But these portable ornaments are different. Some are isolated, and even things handed down by their ancestors, such as jewelry on women, and some are more than a million.
In the face of life and wealth, some people have made wrong judgments and become negative teaching materials. People know how to choose.
What people didn't expect was that they didn't even let go of their clothes!
This made everyone feel very ashamed. They almost bare their bodies and exposed their original appearance and state.
Old men with flabby skin, women with drooping eight characters, men who want to put a water cup in their crotch, and women who are too loose to find the slightest style.
ugly.
Lynch may be the only one to escape this embarrassment, but it doesn't matter if he wants to get rid of him. Anyway, he's not the one with low self-esteem.
Beret's sudden decision made Lynch realize that Beret was going to leave. In fact, beret didn't really take the absolute initiative on the ship from the beginning.
He can't get cash, transfer cheques can't be used casually, and he has offended so many rich people who can't be killed. After calming down, he finally understands that he screwed up!
If this kind of thing is put in a hundred years later, it is definitely not a problem. If you move your finger, the money will arrive.
But what can we get from robbing a cruise ship on the sea and hijacking a group of rich people without cash?
Nothing.
Since he could get nothing, beret did not intend to continue wasting time. He planned to retreat.
So
Lynch touched his chin.
Do you want him to leave?
It was getting late. Lynch went out of the door and looked at his watch. He walked towards his room."Help me tell your leader that I'm going to rest. I'll talk about anything tomorrow."Lynch wants to thank everyone in the world for using the same language, otherwise just communication will become a big problem.For example, two soldiers who couldn't understand what he said pointed guns at his head, which made him "dog" feel terrible when he thought about it.Sometimes the superior is easy to be persuaded, but it is difficult for those rigid inferiors to convince. Of course, they dare not change is also one reason.As soon as he opened the door, Lynch knew someone had come. There were too many details.He frowned slightly. He looked in the direction of the bedroom. There were some splashing blood stains on the wall. In the process of these blood stains falling slowly, vertical blood stains were drawn on the wall.He went in, glanced at the dead female manager lying on the bed, and left the room. He didn't even talk to penny to confirm whether something had happened to her.Ghost knows if there is anyone hiding here. At the same time, he also knows that the death of the female manager is a warning given to him by Beret.He intends to tell Lynch in this way that everything is still under his control.Lynch returned to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Ten or twenty minutes later, he was ready to rest. Beret suddenly burst in.His face was filled with a very hypocritical fake smile, raised the bottle in his hand, "Hey, friend, do you mind drinking with me?"Several soldiers rushed into each room from behind him. Lynch nodded as if nothing had happened. "Yes, but I can't drink too much.""It doesn't matter..."Beret was like a real drink. He didn't say anything and poured a glass of wine to Lynch. It was full.The federals are strange.They like to use some big vessels to hold the least liquid, such as square cups.Each square cup has a capacity of at least 450 ml, but the federal people never give it a chance to fill it. Many times, it may only have about 100 ml of liquid.Even with ice, it leaves early.The more luxurious the utensils, the more so. Some experts believe that this kind of aesthetics originates from an ancient nation, which regards greatness as beauty and greatness as respect.Gradually, people get used to this kind of thing. A cup that may feel very huge contains only a little liquid.For example, the cup in front of Lynch was the only one he had seen in recent years. It was full and overflowed."I can't drink so much."Lynch didn't serve it. He knew that as long as he picked it up, he must finish it.In fact, in terms of Lynch's drinking capacity, this wine is nothing. Wine of more than 30 degrees and 40 degrees was no different from mineral water in his eyes.But he can't drink. It's a matter of attitude.The soldiers who broke into the room and searched around came out at this time. They came out as they went in.There are no extra people.Beret pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table. "Do you want to drink?""When you put a gun to my head and open the insurance, I'll drink, but not now."Beret lost his ability to think briefly because of Lynch's answer.After waiting for seven or eight seconds, he suddenly laughed, "you're a fucking interesting person, Lynch. What you just wanted to express is that you're afraid of death, aren't you?"Lynch really nodded. "I'm particularly afraid of death. When I don't feel death, I have great courage. When I think I'll die, I'll bow my head.""You're the first person to admit this. You're an interesting person!" Beret's mood looked unstable and moody.Many dictators have this trait. Most of them are madmen in people's mouth. This does not mean that Beret has the potential to become a big warlord, but he seems to be "coincidental" in terms of character.He put the gun away again and didn't force Lynch to drink the full glass of wine. "I'm just kidding you, friend. How could I do that?"He picked up the glass in front of him. The full wine overflowed and poured on his hands, knees and expensive carpets.After drinking, he put down his glass. He wiped his hand stained with wine on Lynch's clothes. "Since you don't want to drink with me, I'll go."Then he got up with a smile and looked down at Lynch for a while before turning away.Lynch lay back on the sofa and lay quietly as if nothing had happened.The next day, Lynch took a bath in the morning, changed into clean clothes, and chose a less bright tie - a bright tie will make him look younger. What he needs now is convincing maturity.He left the room after confirming in the mirror that there was nothing wrong with him.He lived with the body at night. Of course, he slept on the sofa and the body slept in the bed.But he's not afraid. He's just a dead man.He has been doing his own things since the morning. Some people disdain his behavior, while others are very grateful for what he has done for everyone. This obviously contradictory emotion does appear in different people.People who think Lynch is bad always regard him as a partner of the robbers and turn around to squeeze their wealth. This is really not an experience worthy of repeated aftertaste.At this time, in the captain's room, a group of people were destroying various instruments and meters inside. They even turned the steering wheel in one direction and locked it on the steering wheel frame.The purpose of this, of course, is to prepare for evacuation.As Lynch said, they can't get much cash from these people. Now they can only hope that Lynch's check can be cashed and that he has his word.Berets won't stay here too long. He can guess what the federates are like now because so many rich people in the Federation are missing.They must have sent out the navy to look for the ship everywhere. The longer they stay, the more dangerous he will be.Sitting on the small stage of the first deck, he quietly looked at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, and his eyes seemed to extend infinitely along the sea level."Chief, we have destroyed the captain's room." it was his adjutant, who was actually a pleasant dogleg.Today, the dog leg had some thoughts of his own, "I think we should set a fire again. That's safer."Beret glanced sideways at him and kicked him. "Whoever dares to set fire, I'll kill him myself."In mariro, all warlords, large and small, are involved in smuggling.Of course, big warlords are called "foreign trade", and only small and medium-sized warlords are called smuggling.Smuggling, we have to mention shipping, which is also the most convenient method of smuggling.There can't be marine police everywhere along the long coastline of the Federation. They always have a way to get in.On the sea, I can't tell the direction, let alone find anything.But if there is a pillar of smoke at this time, it will immediately attract everyone's attention.The dog leg was kicked by beret, staggered for a few steps, scratched his head and walked back in some embarrassment."Let people prepare some pockets. Although we can't grab cash this time, those rich people have good things.""Take everything they have and do it at once."The dog leg was still scratching his head, "if someone resists..."Beret glanced sideways at him again. "I didn't buy you a gun to play with. If someone resisted, wouldn't you kill those people?"Soon, the soldiers were divided into teams of three or two. They took sacks into different cabins and forced everyone to hand in any valuable things they carried.In the face of these robbers who are finally a bit like robbers, the mood of the rich has become a little easier.Is that strange?No, it's not surprising if the robbers are going to kill them.The robbers can kill them first and then take the valuable things from their bodies. Now they don't do that because they really don't want to do it.This is the only good news in this period of time. The rich are also very cooperative, although it hurts a little.Lynch took a million from them. They didn't feel flesh pain, because there was still a big distance between one million and their psychological bottom line. Instead, they didn't feel it was a heavy payment.And the money also bought a small share of a company, at least not much psychological reaction.But these portable ornaments are different. Some are isolated, and even things handed down by their ancestors, such as jewelry on women, and some are more than a million.In the face of life and wealth, some people have made wrong judgments and become negative teaching materials. People know how to choose.What people didn't expect was that they didn't even let go of their clothes!This made everyone feel very ashamed. They almost bare their bodies and exposed their original appearance and state.Old men with flabby skin, women with drooping eight characters, men who want to put a water cup in their crotch, and women who are too loose to find the slightest style.ugly.Lynch may be the only one to escape this embarrassment, but it doesn't matter if he wants to get rid of him. Anyway, he's not the one with low self-esteem.Beret's sudden decision made Lynch realize that Beret was going to leave. In fact, beret didn't really take the absolute initiative on the ship from the beginning.He can't get cash, transfer cheques can't be used casually, and he has offended so many rich people who can't be killed. After calming down, he finally understands that he screwed up!If this kind of thing is put in a hundred years later, it is definitely not a problem. If you move your finger, the money will arrive.But what can we get from robbing a cruise ship on the sea and hijacking a group of rich people without cash?Nothing.Since he could get nothing, beret did not intend to continue wasting time. He planned to retreat.SoLynch touched his chin.Do you want him to leave?
