Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 412: After All, the Body is Heavy

Chapter 412: Chapter 412: After All, the Body is Heavy

About an hour later, the vast majority of the four or five hundred tourists had paid up, with only about a dozen still trying to raise the money, sweating profusely as they indicated they were in contact with their families.

"Those who haven’t paid yet, don’t panic, you still have fifteen minutes."

"I hope that after fifteen minutes, everyone will have succeeded in transferring the money so we can avoid having to dump bodies into the sea, which is quite a heavy task after all."

Hearing Hel’s words, those dozen or so who hadn’t managed to get the money nearly collapsed.

By now, Lu Xiao was also frowning deeply.

He was thinking, if soon someone really couldn’t come up with the money, should he intervene?

He couldn’t just stand by and watch people die, especially since among those dozen were several compatriots from Hua Country, and there was even a child about seven or eight years old.

"Here, take this." Liuli Hong had somehow procured a piece of black cloth and stuffed it into Lu Xiao’s hands.

Knowing Lu Xiao, if Hel really started killing people, Lu Xiao would definitely try to stop him.

Lu Xiao had been a soldier; some things were etched into his soul.

How could he just stand by and watch his compatriots die before his eyes?

"Why don’t you use it yourself?" Lu Xiao snorted, but swiftly pocketed the black cloth in his palm.

Ten minutes later, the remaining dozen also gradually transferred the money to Hel’s account.

"Very good, this is a very harmonious beginning."

"I hope everyone can continue to cooperate like this."

"Once the money is all transferred, we will immediately leave the ship, and you can continue to enjoy your wonderful sea journey."

Hel gave another promise.

"Alright, next up, it’s your turn."

"Each of you paid ten thousand US dollars for the cruise, right?"

"Now, start transferring the money, one hundred thousand US dollars each, and you get to live."

Hel walked over to another group of tourists.

This group, about two hundred people, were staying in the middle part of the cruise, so Hel raised the demand from thirty thousand to one hundred thousand.

"One hundred thousand, we can’t afford it," wailed someone among the tourists.

Bang!

The next second, Hel fired a shot into the ceiling.

The enormous gunshot caused many tourists to scream in terror.

"If you can’t afford it, then die!" Hel glared with murderous intent.

"Three people in my family, three hundred thousand US dollars, I’ve already transferred it," someone raised their hand then.

Hel’s face instantly filled with a smile.

"Very good, come, this gentleman and your family, go over there."

"The rest of you, speed it up too, this time you have forty minutes to transfer the money."

"After forty minutes, if you haven’t transferred the money, well, you know what happens."

One hundred thousand US dollars is not thirty thousand, while most people could scrape together thirty thousand with some effort, one hundred thousand was considerably more challenging.

Especially since many people like to travel on a cruise with their families, for a family of three or four, that’s three or four hundred thousand US dollars, which converts to two or three million Hua Country Currency.

"Only ten minutes left, and I am not feeling happy right now," Hel said, starting to load his gun half an hour later, his expression turning dark.

By now, nearly fifty out of the two hundred still hadn’t paid.

Some were even kneeling on the ground with vacant eyes, evidently unable to pay.

As expected, some killing was necessary.

But then, robberies tend to involve casualties, don’t they?

"Just give me a little more time, just a bit more time, I’ve already contacted a buyer, once I sell my house I’ll have the money," a middle-aged man suddenly knelt down and pleaded with Hel.

By the middle-aged man, a little girl in a princess dress stood.

The girl was six or seven years old, looking delicate and cute.

Although she didn’t fully understand what was happening, seeing her father kneeling and weeping made the little girl also burst into tears.

Hel looked at the middle-aged man with a sneer, then bent down and picked up the little girl in his arms.

Next, he pointed the gun at the little girl’s head.

"Eight minutes left, do you think this little head will explode when I shoot?"

Hearing Hel’s words, the middle-aged man nearly collapsed.

"I beg you, don’t hurt my daughter, the house can sell for one million US dollars, I’ll give it all to you, all of it!"

"You have seven minutes left," a pathological and insane smile spread across Hel’s face.

It was time to show these sheep who was in charge, and this little girl and her father were perfect candidates.

Soon, the timer reached the final minute.

The middle-aged man’s money still hadn’t been transferred, as selling a house at such short notice was impossible.

Even if someone immediately agreed to buy it, there were still many formalities and processes involved.

"Please, don’t..." the middle-aged man lay on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

He even didn’t dare to look up, not daring to glance at Hel or his daughter.

"Lift up his head for me, let him watch his own daughter get shot in the head, hehe!" Hel shouted to a fellow thug nearby.

The thug hesitated briefly but, upon meeting Hel’s maniacal gaze, stepped forward, grabbed the middle-aged man’s hair, and yanked his drooping head up.

"Ten seconds... nine seconds..." Hel began to count.