my old life

Chapter 2236 The Most Poisonous Hook
The two Middle Eastern guys were dragged away. They kept shouting, but almost no one present could understand them.

Mike kept holding my shoulders and neck and didn't let go. I felt a little out of breath, and it was obvious that he didn't let go...

I handed the gun over to Mike, and that's when he let go.

"These guys always give toasts and don't eat fine wine." Mike said without end, which sounded like he was reminding me of something.

I suddenly understood why Mike deliberately left a corpse just now. In fact, it was to give these Middle Eastern guys a heavy psychological pressure!

From the beginning to the end, Mike never asked whether these dead pirates were from the Middle East, but directly defined them...

Those Middle Eastern guys seemed to know that the incident was revealed and did not show the appearance of being wronged. Naturally, Mike didn't need to waste any more words... This routine is admirable!
Just now, I killed a Middle Eastern guy face to face, and the remaining two are like frightened birds, and now they are separated again...

You just need to tell them that whoever cooperates first will survive, and the rest will die... Then they will be defeated one by one soon!

This kind of routine of using mutual suspicion and speculation is often used in the police. As long as two people are caught at the same time and interrogated separately, the case can be solved quickly.

In the face of danger, no matter how deep the feelings are, no matter how strict the collusion is in advance, people can't get around human nature, let alone the iron law that people don't kill themselves!
"Hawkeye, are you interested in going over to take a look?" Mike greeted, and his inquiry made me a little confused.

The one who should be tested has also been tested, and the one who should have shot has also been shot. What else does he need from me?Are you going to the theater with me?

"Let's forget it. I have trouble communicating with them. Besides, it's not appropriate for me to come forward."

I tactfully evaded a sentence, trying to figure out what Mike really thought, as long as he said the next sentence, I could understand his real intention.

"Where is it inappropriate?" Mike asked nonchalantly. As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew he wanted me to go.

"Just now I just shot and killed a guy. They must be afraid of me now. If I go over and see now, maybe there will be unexpected effects..."

I changed the subject and expressed my willingness to go, because I have seen Mike's true intentions, if I insist on not going, I will lose face...

Mike nodded with a smile. It is always better to take the initiative to ask for help than to be controlled by others... To put it bluntly, a toast is always better than a fine!

"You go with me, I believe in your marksmanship." Mike said meaningfully, but now I don't grab it.

I returned the gun to Mike immediately after the shooting just now. In fact, I don't have the capital not to return it. Am I going to let him strangle him to death?

I followed Mike to the second floor of the cabin. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a few waiters beating a Middle Eastern guy violently, and his face was swollen.

This kind of routine of indiscriminately beating up first is very social, as if not giving the middle eastern guys any luck!

"Tell him, I'm very upset that the yacht was robbed today! No matter who planned this incident, whoever can make up for my loss will live, only one!"

After Mike finished speaking, he asked Jennifer to translate, and I said in my heart that I am so cruel, all the money that was looted from the gambling table today will be compensated by the Middle Easterners!
Jennifer quickly translated for the Middle Eastern guy. After hearing these words, the Middle Eastern guy became very embarrassed, almost like a ghost!
Now Mike is clearly talking to the Lions, and 3000 million US dollars have been robbed from the gambling table, not counting the 1000 million brought by the Middle East guy, and there are still 2000 million!

The Middle Eastern guy was chattering. Although I couldn't understand what he meant, I could tell by his expression that he must be explaining!
Jennifer was about to translate as Mike waved her off, and it didn't look like he was going to listen to any explanation.

"Tell him that he can have some time to think about it. I'll go and see another guy. Whoever agrees first will kill the other guy and throw him into the sea!"

Mike turned his head and left after leaving a word. I thought this hook was poisonous!Now this Middle Eastern guy has to agree if he agrees, and he has to agree if he doesn't agree!

If they don't agree to compensate Mike's 'loss', then they will definitely not end well, and Mike only gave them a choice, either lose money or die!

Turning around, Mike came to another place where the Middle Eastern guy was held. This guy looked much more relaxed, and he wasn't beaten like a pig's head.

Mike took out a cigar and I immediately helped to set it on fire. Now no one wants to provoke this guy who is calm on the outside and cold on the inside. He is too ruthless!
In less than 2 minutes, Jennifer followed and whispered something in Mike's ear as soon as he entered the door. It seems that the Middle Eastern guy agreed!

"Repeat what you just said to him, and tell him that my patience is limited, and today I only need to leave one person to compensate for my loss."

After Mike finished speaking, he motioned for Jennifer to translate, and I stood by and saw it clearly. This hook is absolutely perfect!

It is estimated that these two Middle Eastern guys have certain financial strength, and if they can spend 1000 million for gambling, then it is not a problem to have a worth of tens of millions.

After Jennifer completed the translation, the Middle Eastern guy in front of him was stunned, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had seen through everything.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Mike is blackmailing now, but the blackmailed Middle Eastern guy has no room for maneuver, because he has already fallen into the most poisonous hook!

"Tell him that I'll go back and wait for news. Whoever promises to make up for my loss first will save his life... Throw the rest into the sea!"

After Mike finished speaking, he turned his head and left, leaving Jennifer as the interpreter. At this moment, my heart felt chilly, as if I had fallen to the bottom of the valley.

To be honest, I have played this kind of routine, but I have never played it so hard. This is completely a choice without choice!

If a person dies, no matter how much money he has, it is useless.

If a person is willing to lose money, he can still save his life. No matter how he settles the account, it is more cost-effective than losing his money. After all, he still has his life left.

I was very uncomfortable following Mike. I was shocked by his style and means of doing things. His ruthlessness was beyond my normal cognition.

At this moment, I subconsciously compared myself with Mike, who is also a wanderer, playing the same routine with different styles, he is much, much more ruthless than me!
Just after leaving the cabin, Jennifer followed up, and it took only 2 minutes before and after. From her expression, I knew that another Middle Eastern guy also agreed!

Jennifer whispered a few words, Mike leaned on the yacht railing and smoked a cigar, his expression was always calm, the calmness made people feel scared.

"Hawkeye, the method you suggested to separate them is very effective!" Mike suddenly said with a smile, and as soon as I heard this, I knew that both sides agreed!
"I'm just offering a suggestion. After all, one more person means more hope of recovering the loss!"

I deliberately pretended not to see it through, Mike is the biggest winner tonight, and he will receive tens of millions of 'compensation'!
"Now it seems that the compensation has been obtained, thank you for your suggestion." Mike was pretending to be polite to me, and for a while I couldn't figure out what he was trying to do.

But one thing is very clear to me, now I can understand why so many people are willing to work with Mike, because they can get enough lucrative benefits!

As the saying goes, a single thread does not make a thread, and a single tree does not make a forest.

Mike is like a core soul in control of the overall situation. He can summon players from all over the world to do things for him, he can dispatch troops to different old regiments in different places, and he can also get enough firepower support.

All those who do things for him, the premise is that they can get rich benefits in return. This is the real horror of Mike!
etc!Mike was being polite to me just now, was it an active gesture?

If Mike moved his mind to win me over, then he would definitely let me see his methods and skills, and even let me get a lot of benefits!

"Mike, you make me admire from the bottom of my heart." I took the initiative to say something politely, which was my conclusion after thinking about it.

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. Mike has already killed me in this situation tonight, and he will never mind picking up one more of me!
"We're all friends, you're welcome." Mike said, throwing away the cigar in his hand, and only smoked half of it.

His action is really intriguing. I haven't finished smoking the cigar in my hand, but now I can't continue to smoke.

This feeling is like the leader and the driver smoking together. The driver can smoke with the leader, but after the leader finishes smoking, can the driver still smoke endlessly with the cigarette in between?
I then threw away half of the cigar in my hand, but just after throwing it out, Mike took out a cigar and put it in his mouth. His action made me completely understand!

A cigar represents my current situation. Mike can give me a cigar or not, in other words he can give me a way out or not...

I took out the lighter and lit the cigar for him. I knew it was Mike's trick, but I couldn't crack it.

"Smoking?" Mike shook the cigar in his hand. This cigar is like a choice, a choice that is not a choice.

If I smoke this cigar, it means I want a way of life. If I don’t smoke it, I will cut off my way of life. Smart people never need to speak too clearly...

"Thank you." I took out a cigar and put it in my mouth. This action represented my choice.

"Everyone will be friends in the future, so don't be polite to me!" Mike patted my shoulder with a smile, but he was clearly saying the truth.

The more he says don't be polite, the more polite he means, I can still tell the difference...

I know it's a hook, but I just have to swallow it.

(End of this chapter)