Chapter 214
“Why are there people lying out there?”
“They’re bodies, you idiot! Didn’t you see the lividity on their faces?”
“Oh my God! How could people just die like that? And so many of them! Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”
The other men were on the verge of a breakdown. They felt like they were trapped in some conspiracy, with the mastermind watching them from the sidelines.
Lindsay calmly recounted what had happened. “You heard right. As far as we know, we’re the only ones left alive on this ship. Everyone else is dead.”
Her words were a bombshell, and the room exploded with panic.
The others were frantic, their faces drained of color.
“Doesn’t that mean the killer is one of us? If we don’t find them, we’re all going to die!”
People are selfish. When survival is at stake, they’ll do anything to save themselves, even if it means killing someone else.
“You’re all alive, which means any of you could be a suspect,” Lindsay said sharply. “The ship is already heading back. What we need to do now is stick together.”
But the men weren’t buying it. Besides, she was a woman. Why would they listen to her?
“It was you, wasn’t it? You look like some kind of witch,” one of the men sneered, completely forgetting that if Lindsay hadn’t brought him here, he’d probably be dead.
A classic case of biting the hand that feeds you.
Jessica’s eyes darkened, and her fists clenched. She whispered, “He’s not a good person. You shouldn’t have saved him. Now he’s running his mouth and blaming you.”
“It doesn’t matter. They can’t force me to confess to something I didn’t do.” Lindsay paid the men no mind.
But she had underestimated the depths of human depravity. Without another word, the man who had spoken, whose name was Logan Jones pulled out a gun and pointed it at Lindsay’s head. He was a former hitman, hired as a bodyguard by the ship’s owner.
Now, with almost everyone on the ship dead, only a handful of them remained.
To survive, he figured he needed to control everyone left. Anyone who didn’t listen would have to die.
“Drop the gun.” Yves and Cheryl entered the room, their own guns aimed at Logan. For safety, they had each brought a gun on board, and now it was coming in handy. Lester stepped in as a mediator. “We’re all in the same boat here. Can’t we just work together? Do we really have to point guns at each other?
“The ship is already heading back. It won’t be long until we reach the shore.”
Easy for Lester to say. They were at least eight hours away from the nearest port.
Who knew what could happen in those eight hours?
Logan snarled at Lester, “Shut up. Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
“Get out of here if you don’t want to die.”
Lester understood the importance of choosing a side. At this critical
moment, he put his personal
grudges aside and unhesitatingly
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Yves was his uncle, after all. He understood him and knew he would help him if necessary, as long as he didn’t cause trouble.
In total, there were eleven survivors on the ship: Yves and his wife, Cheryl, Lester, Jessica, and Arthur.
They all knew each other and could be considered one group, totaling six people.
The remaining five men were Logan and four others who had remained silent, clearly weighing their options. Both sides had guns, and there was no way to know who to trust.