Darkstone Code

"You can take anything you want, but please don’t harm us!"

After a while, Mr. Jeruno, who had recovered, stood up. He had seen many big scenes, and he was old enough now.

At his age, many things that others might fear are not so frightening to him anymore.

He had enjoyed life and endured hardships. In this world, it’s hard to find anything that he fears.

He stood at the forefront of his family members.

At this moment, the ship was just anchored on the sea, slightly swaying. Compared to Mr. Jeruno’s calmness, others appeared somewhat flustered.

He did not reveal the other party’s identity; until now, he treated them as pirates.

He was well aware that if he shouted out the other party’s identity, without a doubt, no one here, on this ship, would survive!

The leader looked somewhat fat... well, quite robust as well. It’s a body type that’s hard to describe.

If you call him fat, he doesn’t seem obese. His exposed wrists and neck brimmed with muscle and strength.

But if you say he is robust, his belly protruded, clearly from sitting in an office for too long.

He looked at Mr. Jeruno, his gaze circled around the old man, then shifted to the others.

"Mr. Jeruno, you don’t need to use these rhetorics to seek balance. Mr. Lynch couldn’t be here in person, so he entrusted me as his representative to convey a message to you."

Mr. Jeruno’s expression had become very unsightly, his face dark as sin, while the others also realized something.

These were not pirates; they were... people from Darkstone Security!

From an ordinary person’s perspective, encountering people from Darkstone Security in trouble would be reassuring.

But at this moment, encountering people from Darkstone Security only plunged people into endless fear!

In the middle, among the crowd, some were whispering. They didn’t think the Duncan Clan had offended Lynch or Darkstone, and there was no reason for them to attack this ship at this time!

But the fact had already happened, and the other party’s brazen attitude explained a lot.

Mr. Jeruno nodded slightly, "I am listening..."

The fat and robust leader smiled slightly, "Mr. Lynch asked me to tell you that justice will never compromise with evil."

"What you have to face is what you once inflicted upon this world!"

"Please don’t say meaningless and disgraceful words at this last moment; it’s nobody’s fault but yours, something you owe this world!"

Listening to the fat and robust leader, Mr. Jeruno’s lips curled into a sneer, "Are those Lynch’s original words?"

"A demon like me, seeking profit, claiming to be the incarnation of justice, that’s fucking ridiculous!"

His voice grew louder, "In Nagariel, the number of people he killed is no less than those I killed, his policies, his actions, even Akumal and several uprisings, the number of dead is calculated by the thousands."

"Yet he considers himself the incarnation of justice!"

"If he truly represents justice, then this ’justice’ is really fucking ridiculous!"

After finishing his rant, Mr. Jeruno began to cough violently, his face flushed red, and a severe heart attack began to erupt.

He collapsed into the arms of a relative beside him, and at this moment, no one knew what happened to him, some relatives even wanted to plead for a doctor for Mr. Jeruno.

Seeing Mr. Jeruno gradually fall into shock and lose consciousness, nearing death, the fat and robust leader sighed.

Then he took off his gloves, pulled out a pistol...

Bodies were thrown into the sea, and the crimes these people committed were enough to send them to the gallows.

The senior soldier leaning against the ship’s railing while smoking suddenly turned back, and his confidant approached with a somewhat complicated expression.

The two stood silently, feeling the sea breeze.

After a while, the senior soldier asked, "Do you think it’s...", too cruel, but he didn’t say that word.

There were very few who could resist on this ship, under the hail of bullets from the plane, almost everyone alive on the deck had died.

Those in the cabin were just ordinary people, most of whom had been gathered on the deck.

When everyone started shooting, those helpless people fell like being reaped by an invisible scythe, collapsing instantly!

Killing enemies is an honor for warriors, but killing ordinary people increases the psychological burden on everyone.

The young officer was silent for a while, then nodded, "I think... it’s unnecessary to kill them all."

The senior soldier sighed, "And then?"

Without waiting for the young officer to answer, he answered himself, "And then the survivors continue enjoying the wealth gained from the slave trade and other illegal means, while hating the company?"

"No, that’s not what we need. Before coming here, we all saw those files; even dying again wouldn’t be enough to wash away their sins!"

"Mr. Lynch once told me, sometimes what justice cannot achieve, we can achieve."

"Once we do it, we must endure the pain and pressure that we shouldn’t bear."

He turned his head to glance at another corpse being thrown overboard, speaking as if prompting, "This is what we must endure..."

Three hours later, the Duncan Clan was thoroughly cleansed, and the collections they had taken were transferred to another freighter before their ship was directly scuttled.

Nowadays, how can one sail the sea without taking any risks?

Occasionally encountering a storm and capsizing is quite normal, nothing unusual.

Moreover, perhaps the ship didn’t sink, but this group hid instead?

Isn’t it possible too?

Three days later, Mr. Truman received this news — the news of a shipwreck.

It was said that an extremely violent storm appeared in a certain sea area, and ships navigating in this area at that time had sent out distress signals.

As for whether it sank or went somewhere else, no one knows.

People can’t know everything; humans are not the Lord, they can’t be omniscient and almighty, this is very normal.

Regarding the fate of the Duncan Clan, Mr. Truman was very satisfied. In his view, bad people who have done so many terrible things shouldn’t escape the law or justice’s sanction!

At the same time, he was very gratified by Lynch’s strong sense of justice, at least so far, their worldviews have been highly compatible, with a high degree of overlap and no conflicts.

Meanwhile, Lynch was appreciating the wealth gathered over many years.

Sometimes wealth is not a string of numbers in a bank account, but a painting hanging in a room.

It may not be very large, but it’s worth a lot of money.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions or tens of millions are possible!

Lynch was playing with a very interesting thing in his hand, something that seemed to be made from various bones assembled together... um, like a small ceremonial scepter of sorts.

This item was also part of the Duncan Clan’s collection, but now it’s in his hands.

It was placed together with other very valuable collectibles, but Lynch didn’t understand it very well, and even when he asked some historians, they couldn’t really explain it.

With no reference data, and properly placed, Lynch couldn’t help but think about his previous conversation with Mr. Wardrick.

In fact, for the members of the Saint Harmony Association, level three is just the beginning!

He was pondering these things when a knock on the door pulled him back from his thoughts, "Please come in!"

The door opened, and in came Mr. Wardrick along with two gentlemen in their forties whom Lynch had never seen.

Both had level three Eye of Truth badges pinned on their chests, all senior members of the Saint Harmony Association.

After Lynch mentioned that he might have an artifact or ritual object, Mr. Wardrick immediately became interested.

He asked about its appearance in detail, then chatted with the people from the Eternal Life Organization, who promptly expressed a desire for a house visit.

Mr. Wardrick was also a member of the Eternal Life.

In fact, at their level, apart from the benefits significant enough to move them, the only thing that could attract them might be health issues.

And death and eternal life clearly belong to the broader scope of health.

Countless rich and powerful people around the world fund the Eternal Life Organization to search for the secrets of eternal life, and they are unwilling to miss any clues!

After a simple exchange, the three sat down, and Lynch also placed the very strange thing he was holding on a piece of red velvet, inviting the visitors to identify it carefully.

"Pardon me!" The slightly older gentleman first put on gloves, then picked up this... hand bone scepter?

He clipped a small magnifying glass into his eye socket, leaning in to observe closely.

Moments later, his expression changed slightly, and he made a somewhat surprising request.

"Mr. Lynch, I have a very presumptuous and rude request, I wonder if you can tolerate my impudence."

Speaking very politely, Lynch nodded slightly, signaling him to speak, "There is a thick layer of grime on the outside of this object, I wonder if I could use a small knife to scrape a bit off in an inconspicuous area, is that alright?"

Lynch thought about it; if this thing was indeed valuable, then it would become his key to entering eternal life.

For the Eternal Life, it’s not just anyone who can join. It’s already gathered the wealthiest and most powerful individuals in the world, and others simply don’t have the qualification to enter without some fortuitous circumstance or the like!

If it’s genuine, then naturally it would finally be gifted to the Eternal Life Organization as a gesture of joining this organization.

If it’s of no value, then so be it if it gets damaged.

Not to mention, it’s just a scrape in an unnoticeable place.

Lynch extended his hand with a gesture of please, "I’m also curious, you may go ahead and try!"