America: I'm really not crazy

Chapter 131 The Brutal Executioner

Greed is a human instinct, and to some extent, it is one of the important driving forces behind human progress.

For example, in order to obtain the [Intermediate Mystic Talent], Li Wei was determined to kill Herman Claude.

For example, Herman Claude could shoot his lover, Marty Cross, without hesitation for money.

"Marty, it's not that I don't love you anymore, it's just that you're blocking my way, so you only have one path left: death."

"Bang!"

Hermann pulled the trigger without hesitation, and Matty Cross fell to the ground.

Looking at the beautiful body lying in a pool of blood, Hermann felt no emotion whatsoever.

Even though Marty Cross brought up the topic of "marriage" with him just last week.

In fact, Herman was able to retire peacefully thanks to Martí's uncle, Victor Cross, rather than being court-martialed for his dirty deeds in Kosovo.

Because Herman Claude's "love" for Marty Cross was a deception from the very beginning.

He never loved the individual named Matty Cross, but only Victor Cross's niece and the technical director of the Platinum Star.

"Take care of it."

Herman casually beckoned over a sailor and pointed to the body of Matty Cross.

He didn't even have the slightest interest in glancing at that dead face.

He has important matters to attend to.

Herman went to the stage in the casino lobby that was originally used for band performances and picked up a microphone.

"Cough cough cough."

He cleared his throat and tested his voice, then began to extort money from the victim in what he considered a friendly and polite tone.

"First of all, welcome to our distinguished guests aboard this thrilling and exciting 'special route'."

"Many of you who are lying on the ground now recognize me."

"Yes, I am Herman Claude, the captain of the Platinum Star."

"Of course, that's not important. What's important is that you all cooperate actively and each transfer $500 million to the anonymous account I'm about to give you. Only then can I guarantee that you can disembark alive."

Five million per person was the amount he had calculated.

If all 133 guests in the hall could afford this amount, it would total $6.65 million.

This money was enough for him to live the rest of his life in anonymity, living like a king in some small Latin American countries.

This is where his conflict with Marty stemmed from – Marty felt he was asking for too much and that these wealthy men would put a “bounty” on his head.

Are you kidding me? This stupid woman actually thinks that if she asks for less, these rich men won't hold a grudge? At worst, she can just kill all these rich men afterward and throw them into the sea, right?

In this case, even if the families or forces behind these wealthy individuals want to investigate, it will take them a considerable amount of time.

By the time they got a clue, he was already enjoying life with his enormous wealth.

Herman was too lazy to explain his reasoning to that stupid woman, Marty.

In his view, Marty, who wouldn't even dare to ask for more money, would never agree to him killing someone.

So he resorted to the simplest and most effective way to persuade people—with a bullet.

Thinking of this, Herman couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Damn it, if he hadn't been told by a few sailors over the radio that there was a monster on the ship that had wiped out a third of his men in just over ten minutes, he would have definitely taken advantage of the ship being on the high seas to "carefully exploit" the situation, squeeze out more cash, and then have some fun with a few seemingly very nice female tycoons.

However, he's in a hurry right now.

However, as he waved for the sailors to take the computers, preparing to have the wealthy men transfer the money, a female tycoon suddenly raised her hand.

Herman thought this wealthy woman must not be a regular passenger on the Platinum Star, otherwise he would definitely remember a woman who was so sexy and had such a hot body.

Even at this moment, Herman felt that taking ten or fifteen minutes to relax might not be so bad...

However, in the end, greed and fear of death overwhelmed the secretion of hormones.

"Beautiful lady, what is your request?"

"Do you need a strong arm to lean on?"

Although he didn't intend to take advantage of the woman on the spot, Herman couldn't help but make some suggestive remarks.

The wealthy woman, however, remained remarkably calm.

"If we pay, what guarantees your safety instead of silencing us afterwards?"

The woman's words immediately made the several wealthy men who were already entering their passwords stop.

At that moment, reason prevailed over fear, and they began to suspect that they would be silenced.

Seeing that this wealthy woman had ruined his plans, Herman cursed her inwardly as a "filthy bitch," but kept a straight face.

He stepped off the stage, walked up to the wealthy woman, raised the Colt python in his hand, and pressed it against her forehead.

"My beauty, to be honest, I don't really have a good way to prove that I will guarantee your safety after you transfer the money."

Hermann's undisguised words and actions surprised the wealthy woman.

The next moment, before she could react, Herman suddenly turned the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and one of the middle-aged tycoons who had stopped transferring money was shot through the head before he could even scream and fell to the ground.

Blood splattered all over the computer screen and several other people around.

"ah!!!"

Screams rose and fell, until another gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

The gunshot was more effective than any words; the elderly wealthy woman who screamed the loudest fell to the ground.

Herman holstered his gun and blew the gunpowder smoke towards the wealthy woman in front of him.

"While I cannot guarantee your safety after the transfer, anyone who continues to waste my time will be killed."

"Did you understand, my beauty?"

The wealthy woman nervously bit her pale lips and nodded with difficulty.

Hermann was satisfied, but he was not content.

Because he had just lost a full ten million dollars in cash, his $6.65 million became $6.55 million.

This has made him very angry.

He changed his mind.

So he placed his rough palm directly on the wealthy woman's brown hair.

The wealthy woman trembled, but Herman paid no attention and began to make "claims".

"You understood, that's good, and you're a good girl."

"But I've lost ten million dollars. How are you going to compensate me?"

The wealthy woman spoke haltingly.

"I...I'll give you an extra...ten million."

Herman smiled.

"You're very sensible, but it's not enough."

As he spoke, Hermann pressed his palm down gently.

"Besides your fifteen million, I need you to kneel down and use your mouth to vent my anger, understand? Otherwise, I'll still be very angry."

The wealthy woman's expression immediately changed.

Do you know who I am?

The wealthy woman seemed to be prepared to fight back, but she was met with a gun butt.

"Damn it! You're just a rich prostitute!"

After Herman knocked the woman down with the butt of his rifle, he immediately raised his gun and aimed.

This woman's face reminded him of the old bastard who "saved his life."

Victor Cross.

Hermann, who do you think you are? The Revival Society is not a place for lowly people like you to join.

Fuck you!

Amidst a tirade of profanities, Hermann pulled the trigger.