Darkstone Code-Chapter 889 - 887: Heading North

"Almost done."

Lynch said as he pulled out a wad of checks from his pocket, "Here’s over seventy million, deduct my thirty million, and we’ll split the rest..."

As he spoke, he pulled out more than a dozen sheets and handed them over, "Including my thirty million, you almost have fifty million in checks in your hands."

"Your business is doing well. You’re making more than, well, more than everyone here makes in a year!"

Beret could hardly believe his ears. After staring at Lynch for three or four seconds, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter again,

laughing, slapping the armrest, his body swaying slightly back and forth, "I knew you were fucking interesting. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. How about you join me?"

"You just said that this deal of mine made more money than anyone here in a year."

"Your brains, my gun..." He might have been afraid Lynch would forget he had a gun, so he couldn’t help but pull it from his waist and shake it a few times.

"We’ll definitely become the most successful partners, then we’ll rule Mariluo together!"

Beret’s silver-gray eyes revealed something called "arrogant ambition."

Mariluo is constantly at war, warlords are everywhere, but in fact, the ones with real control are the Mariluo people.

Mariluo people have ruled Mariluo for a long time and have accumulated a great deal of wealth—referring to the upper social classes, not those Mariluo people living in slums.

So now more than half of Mariluo’s big warlord groups are organized around Mariluo people, with only two warlord organizations led by Mariluo individuals.

He wants to become the third one!

Or even become the last one!

He looked at Lynch eagerly, but unfortunately, Lynch wouldn’t agree.

Gradually, Beret started to feel disappointed, he sighed, "I knew it, you Federation folks look down on everyone."

He suddenly picked up a knife and fork to continue enjoying the beef he found delicious, talking while eating, the blood and saliva mixing in his mouth and spraying out, it was very disgusting.

"Leave all the checks behind..."

"If I say no, will you use your gun to threaten me by pointing it at my head again?"

Beret burst out laughing. He sprayed some unchewed beef from his mouth onto the table as he grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth while laughing loudly.

"You’re quite a likable guy, really, I’m starting to like you a bit."

"As for your guess, who knows?"

Lynch shrugged indifferently. He intentionally took out a waterproof envelope and put all the checks inside.

He finished this and looked at Beret, "And my check?"

Beret originally wanted to eat something, but looking at the mess on the table, he ultimately gave up, "What do you want to do?"

"This is a waterproof envelope, made by the bank to deal with various situations. Even if you sink it into the sea, as long as it’s not too deep, it’s safe for a short time."

"There are many water molecules in the air above the sea. If you just keep it in your pocket, or anywhere that can directly contact the air..."

Lynch pulled out a check from the envelope, rubbed his finger over the signature before Beret’s eyes.

In an instant, a clear signature blurred, Beret froze for a moment and then stood up suddenly, "What the hell are you doing!"

He walked over to Lynch and snatched the check, the signature was already very blurry. Even though he hadn’t processed any transfers or transactions at the bank, he knew the check was worthless.

"Look at what the hell you’ve done, that’s a million!"

Beret’s temper flared quickly; this time he didn’t use weapons to threaten Lynch, knowing it was futile.

Lynch calmly watched him vent his anger, then said, "I’m just demonstrating what you need to do. You can reject my proposal, but you’ll have to bear the consequences of rejection."

Beret hesitated for a moment and finally took the check from his jacket pocket and handed it to Lynch.

In front of him, Lynch put the check in the waterproof envelope, sealed the opening, and briefly baked the edge under the flame of a lighter, then quickly squeezed it tight.

Inside, a strip softens, very sticky, and when cooled, it hardens again, leaving the envelope’s contents in an isolated space.

"There’s about a hundred million in here, you need to keep it safe." Lynch looked at him seriously, "You know, it’s bright yellow so it’s easier for someone to spot."

"You better hide it well, this much money is enough for those minions to kill you a hundred times."

Lynch’s serious advice went in Beret’s ears. He wasn’t very smart, otherwise he wouldn’t be on this ship; at the same time, he was capable of listening to a smart person’s advice.

Thinking about the amount of money in this envelope and looking at Lynch’s earnest expression, he faintly believed Lynch wasn’t lying.

He nodded forcefully, and in front of Lynch, with his back to his lackeys, he stuffed the envelope into his underwear.

Lynch’s face showed a slight discomfort, Beret noticed it and chuckled.

"Don’t put on that face, my friend, it’s already mine, haven’t you forgotten?"

After stuffing the envelope into his underwear, he tried to pat Lynch on the shoulder, but Lynch dodged immediately.

Seeing Lynch’s exaggerated movement, Beret laughed again, "You’re an interesting guy, are you sure you don’t want to work with me?"

Lynch shook his head, "You can’t afford me. Maybe if you survive long enough and accumulate enough wealth, there might be a day we can cooperate."

He spoke bluntly, even implying that he didn’t think highly of Beret’s chances of surviving, yet Beret wasn’t very angry.

This is the most common situation with people who are erratic and unpredictable; they aren’t easily angered by ordinary remarks, though sometimes they can explode without reason.

"There will be that day." Beret withdrew his hand and looked at Lynch, seeming different from before.

Such a large amount of money is enough for him to form a force that won’t be ignored.

"Take him away!"

Beret had someone escort Lynch, and as he watched Lynch’s departing figure, he sniffed his fingers and there was an indescribable stench.

Instinctively, he shivered, damn it!

Everyone was locked in their rooms, and gunfire continued to echo from the lower deck; the wealthy passengers on the upper deck knew what was happening.

They were slaughtering the Mariluo people, and no one stepped up to say or do anything, further convincing Lynch and some others that the robbers were leaving.

Before leaving, the robbers sabotaged the boiler and generator, plunging the entire ship into darkness.

As the sky darkened, Beret left with the looted wealth and the small envelope, always feeling a lingering sense of danger urging him to leave immediately.

At six-thirty, Lynch left the room; the cruise ship was deserted.

He silently went to the first deck, piled up whatever he could find, and set it on fire.

The fire burned quickly; viewed from above, the flames were visible from afar.

"Fire spotted in the distance... should be the cruise ship, you need to speed up."

The pilot in the sky pulled the control lever, the plane quickly tilted and made a quarter circle, swiftly heading towards where the fire was.

Lynch brought a chair, sat by the fire, smoking and pondering.

In fact, the checks Beret took couldn’t be cashed either.

Some things in Lynch’s hands were valid proof.

But if those proofs fell into the hands of someone who couldn’t use them, they’d be worthless.

So Lynch actually lost nothing, he was just very unhappy that he gave Beret a choice, and Beret chose wrong.

The rumbling from far above told Lynch the rescue ship should be nearby. After about an hour, a Federation Navy cruiser approached alongside the people from Darkstone Security. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Mr. Lynch..."

As soon as the Navy captain boarded, he noticed Lynch sitting on the deck smoking, and Senior Soldier and others noticed too, quickly approaching him.

Lynch just shared the info they were interested in, "No one got hurt, they’re all in the upper deck cabins, and the ship’s original crew were probably all killed."

"It’s too late, I don’t know where they went, notify the planes, they should still be able to find them."

He stood up with the help of the chair, gesturing Senior Soldier over, and they walked aside.

"Some idiot took my money, you need to help me get it back."

Senior Soldier hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded, "When do I take action."

Lynch looked him over, "You’ll be in command from the back, no need to go to the front line."

Senior Soldier wanted to argue or at least show he was still fit for field duty, even if he wouldn’t actually go, at least show that attitude.

But Lynch didn’t give him the chance, "You need to think about your wife, what if something happens to you? Another man will be spending your compensation on your wife and beating your kids."

"You’ll do fine taking care of this from the back, I trust you."

"Get more people involved, we need to be ahead of the others."

Lynch took one last puff of his cigarette, flicked the butt into the sea, "The nature of this operation is very special, and I want you to use planes in coordination during the action."

"But how you do it must highlight the role of the planes!" Lynch patted Senior Soldier’s arm, "Got it?"

Senior Soldier nodded, "Got it, boss!"

Lynch turned and headed to the warship, "Now, tell those Navy guys to send a boat just for me, I have a meeting with Navy high command..."