Darkstone Code

What is a good person?

When a girl is no longer gentle with you, you are a good person.

When you can bear losses yourself and fulfill others, you are a good person...

There are many definitions of a good person. It seems that good people are greatly disadvantaged, as they are always getting hurt, always getting hurt!

But there is a type of good person who is not so easily hurt, because they are determined to eradicate evil—even if evil escapes the punishment of law, they cannot escape the judgment of justice—and they are also good people!

Yes, Mr. Truman is such a good person. His military background gives him a clear sense of right and wrong—yes means yes, no means no.

The Duncan Clan has done too many bad deeds, and the things they’ve done are enough to warrant each of them being executed a hundred times!

But now, due to certain needs of the Federation Government—

Mainly because they feel it’s enough, they don’t wish for more secrets to be leaked, while simultaneously needing someone to attract the fire, so they’ve compromised in some ways.

They consented to the Duncan Clan’s thought and plan of fleeing overseas, allowing them to easily board a ship and head to other countries!

This is not eradicating evil!

Those who made these decisions are not good people!

Seeing these people leave and continue to live as elites elsewhere, thinking of those they have harmed, and the things they did that are more terrifying than demons—is it right for them to continue living?

If this is their ultimate result, to live luxuriously in another place and spend money earned at the cost of others’ lives, then this surely is not the choice of justice!

Demons should not bask in sunlight, and if they ever stand in the sunlight—either something is wrong with them or something is wrong with the sunlight!

Mr. Truman was reminding Lynch that these people should not continue to exist.

The Federation Government, due to various demands, let them go, but they should not live on.

Their deal with the Federation Government is over, and these issues are outside the transaction.

Initially, he thought Lynch wouldn’t do it, but when he got the results he wanted from Lynch’s mouth, he couldn’t help but smile knowingly!

On the day the Duncan Clan "escaped," the Federation Government issued a warrant, but interestingly, the warrant’s level was not very high, only orange level.

Their bounty amount was also not very high. Mr. Jeruno’s bounty was only fifty thousand, while others ranged between five thousand to thirty thousand.

Some reporters posed questions about why the bounty was so low, and the warrant level was also so low. The FBI responded that the people on the warrant were just important members of the Duncan Clan.

But currently, there’s no direct evidence connecting them, and once there’s new progress in the investigation, they will appropriately adjust the warrant level and bounty amount.

It might sound... unproblematic, but those who know, know that after sacrificing a few scapegoats, this matter could be gradually faded out.

Not all the Duncan Clan members have left; some are unwilling to leave, and these peripheral members don’t consider themselves implicated.

They mistakenly underestimated the Federation Government’s "resolve" and overestimated Mr. Jeruno’s coldness.

They are the most suitable scapegoats!

The ship Mr. Jeruno was aboard, after drifting for four days, was nearing the central part of the West Ocean, moving quickly, and the ship itself wasn’t particularly large.

If it were too large, the media could easily spot the clues. A smaller vessel wouldn’t stand out as much, and its departure wouldn’t cause much of a stir.

Of course, a sea-crossing ship, even if small, isn’t very small either!

The continual drifting started to make Mr. Jeruno feel unwell, always feeling unsteady.

Sometimes, when the winds and waves were stronger, items he placed on the table would topple or roll around.

Having lived a lifetime almost entirely on land, Mr. Jeruno couldn’t adapt well. Perhaps because he started gradually handing over work to younger people, and the future seemed near, his angina hadn’t occurred over these past four days.

This was good news, a good omen. As long as his body remains relatively healthy, it could somewhat help the family through the initial stage of development in other countries.

As he tucked a bookmark into the pages, ready to end his reading, the butler suddenly knocked urgently on the door and stood outside.

Generally, such occurrences shouldn’t happen. In high society, every matter seems to have a severe "ceremonial feel." People pursue this ceremonial feel, which is a pursuit of high-society attitudes!

For a butler to see the master, they need to first knock, obtain the master’s permission before opening the door, and also must stand outside to explain what happened.

Only when the master needs the butler inside can they enter, and even then, they cannot go too deep.

Every matter, every action, has its rules, and no one can overstep.

But now, the butler’s actions were abrupt, making Mr. Jeruno nervous.

He tensed up, feeling his heart pound heavily twice—a moment felt as if... suddenly falling into an ice cave, with cold water rushing from all sides, submerging his mouth and nose, a fear-filled suffocating sensation that made his vision dark!

"What’s going on?" he asked.

The butler also didn’t waste words; at this time, no one would blame you for not knocking on the door. There is always a reason for not knocking, if you need to explain this again... then the TV show’s screenwriter must not know how to write!

"Sir, some speedboats are approaching us."

Mr. Jeruno was somewhat surprised or confused when he heard this.

Are speedboats something that can be used far from land?

Can they run that far?

But soon he came to his senses, dressed with the help of the butler, and together they went to the captain’s room.

In the captain’s room, he could already see those ships.

The boats were called speedboats, but they were bigger than those used for leisure at the seaside, very fast, and already close to the ship.

Family members had been instructed to stay in their cabins; the deck was full of their family’s bodyguards, or rather, gunmen.

They held weapons in their hands, vigilantly staring at those speedboats. The other side seemed to have noticed the situation on the ship and didn’t blindly approach.

"We have sent a plain telegram out, hoping they would state their intentions. At the same time, we have sent a distress signal to the surroundings, hoping some passing ships could come closer."

The captain’s response was very "official," doing what should be done in these circumstances without much variation.

In Mr. Jeruno’s eyes, the captain’s expression appeared very serious, "They haven’t responded to our communication request, and there are no other signal sources around; we might be in trouble."

Mr. Jeruno asked, "The trouble you mentioned, do you mean pirates?"

The captain nodded affirmatively, which actually made Mr. Jeruno sigh in relief.

Pirates are relatively easy to deal with; all they want is money. With many family bodyguards on board, if a direct confrontation occurs, the other side might not gain any benefits and instead lose a lot of people.

As long as both parties can sit down and talk, things that money can solve are not a problem for Mr. Jeruno and the Duncan Clan!

"Send them a plain telegram. I am willing to offer a hundred thousand dollars to ensure our safety. If they are interested in this money, they can arrange someone to come take it."

The captain did not hesitate much, sent the telegram according to Mr. Jeruno’s request, but the other side remained silent.

This situation was quite oppressive; you don’t know what those people are doing, but you can sense their malice.

For what purpose, when will they strike, all these are unknown.

The unknown is what is most terrifying!

Just when the atmosphere in the captain’s room was suffocating, an outside sound suddenly appeared... buzzing, like... a plane?

In the next second, countless bullets began pouring down from the sky onto the deck, and Mr. Jeruno first thought of the Federation Government!

But soon, he thought otherwise.

If it were the Federation Government taking action, they wouldn’t have had the chance to run this far, nor would airplanes have been dispatched for such a large-scale movement.

Arranging a gunship directly would easily erase them from the world.

Besides the Federation Government, who else could use airplanes over international waters?

Two bullets sparked across the deck, "running" towards the captain’s room, and the butler grabbed Mr. Jeruno and crouched behind the console.

The bullets destroyed some items on the console, and one bullet ripped through the butler’s shoulder.

The bullet didn’t penetrate his body entirely due to the angle; it went through the shoulder and then tore off the entire arm and right side of the chest!

And Mr. Jeruno, under the butler’s protection, saw the emblem under the airplane wing.

A mysterious black triangle, the only company in the world using such an ugly logo is Darkstone Capital!

These are Lynch’s people!

Six planes continuously hovered, firing at the ship ceaselessly. The whole deck was full of bullet holes, and it’s hard to see anyone still standing on the deck alive!

Soon after, several speedboats that had been drifting around approached. They used a special kind of launchable hook to grip the ship’s side and then climbed up quickly.

Gunfire erupted on the deck briefly, and soon the captain’s room was also taken over.

The entire ship slowly came to a halt.

Mr. Jeruno was surrounded by family members; he tried his best not to show an expression of dissatisfaction, keeping his gaze fixed on these people.

Just a moment ago, the butler, who had been with him all his life, died due to severe injuries!

They had killed the person closest to him!