
Barzel, Paulette, and Barnett were all shocked, not understanding what Morse meant.
Morse opened his palm, and an eyeball lay bleeding in his palm.
“Mission says that I only need to dig my own eyeballs, but it is not said that I have to dig my own eyeballs! Since you want me to go on a mission, then I'll dig out your mission! First little game is done!”
After listening to Morse's words, some of them instantly looked at the mission description on the monitor. Then, they saw a sudden understanding. Right now, Rainier's heart was filled with hatred.
Seeing this, the audience's bullet screen in the live broadcast room once again covered the screen.
“F *ck! They killed their own people!”
"Faster! It's better if we kill them all now!”
"Ha ha ha! Don'worry. Wouldn't it be better to slowly torture them to death like this?”
"You're right. The first game was cruel. Do you think they can still survive after dozens of matches?”
Currently, Paulette found the medical equipment prepared by the Death Inquisitor for them and simply wrapped Rainier. At this time, the monitor screen is on.
First mission completed. The second five-minute countdown begins. They wait for the lucky participants to pick the small game.
Victor, who was outside the court, looked at the protesters at the entrance of the court. The procession is calm. They sat on the street and looked at their cell phones. Even the police who maintain law and order look at their cell phones. There were even some police officers and protesters sitting together. They saw the protesters' phones and would laugh and chat a little.
Of course, they were watching a live broadcast of death. Maybe this is the charm of the Death Inquisitor.
He's already told San Francisco Police about Ross' reasoning. The search mission had nothing to do with him.
As Victor lamented the scene before him, his phone rang.
Victor's heart flinched. He thought about that possibility.
He pulled out his phone and looked at it. As he had expected, the Death Inquisitor had sent him a message. The lucky player this time was him!
Victor thought for a moment and called with his phone.
"Have you accepted it?"
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, just like the last time they spoke.
"I accept it. Did you accept it too?”
Victor did not answer. He only said one sentence. "I got it."
Then he hung up. He's correct. Lucky participant selected by Death Inquiry same as him — them related to the case or Death Inquiry.
Looking at the options on the phone messages, this time the mini-game options are much simpler, and the most difficult ones are not too difficult. Without hesitation, Victor made his choice and replied with a message.
At this moment, the monitor in the room of five people lit up again.
—
Second match:
Mission 1: Paulette will personally break the collarbone of one person.
Mission 2: four others will be in touch**** at the same time with a duration of not less than five minutes.
Choose a mission within six minutes to complete, or all members will be punished.
—
The next two games that give up are very simple.
“F *ck! Fuck them! This participant is truly an animal!”
Upon seeing his mission, Barzel began to curse. He's not gay. Instead, he is very discriminatory towards gays. Such behavior made him sick. He had once seen three other people playing with a grown man, and the sight fed him up. He would never forget that scene for the rest of his life.
Paulette was also devastated. If he is asked to play with women, he can do it ten times in one night. But if he's asked to do something like that with men, it's another matter. 'F* ck! That is absolutely impossible!' he thinks.
The other three are the same. They are asked to be in touch**** with the four of them at the same time.
Could it be like that?!
Fuck those! Impossible!
“Paulette, I don't care whose collarbone you want to break. This mission must involve you!” Barzel ordered coldly.
Paulette said, “Because you don't want to, I have to break someone's collarbone. Then pick one of you four, just like last time. Otherwise, you can relate ****. Nothing will be missing!”
Barnett asked coldly, “Why should it be the same as last time? You can also break your own collarbone, right?”
Both sides immediately quarreled.
Rainier laughed cynically.
"F*ck!"
"How long has it been? Do we still need to think about such a question? The second mission will not cause any physical damage. Don't forget that we still have eight missions. No one knows what the next mission will be. So we have to reduce the physical torment as much as possible. Only then can we get out alive!”
After saying that, he walked over to Paulette's side.
Morse was stunned for a moment. In the current situation, Barzel and Barnett work together, while Rainer and Paulette work together. That's series. For a moment, everyone's eyes were on him.
However, it must be said that Rainer's words made sense.
However, Barzel was the best fighter among the five of them. With him, even if there were only two people fighting against the three of them, that would be enough.
“Eating the collarbone is actually not a big deal!” Morse said as he picked up the fruit knife on the table and walked over to Barzel's side.
Barzel patted Morse on the shoulder with appreciation.
Three against two.
Paulette gritted her teeth.
Then, he took out a sledgehammer from the buffer prepared by the Judge of Death.
The crack!
The sledgehammer breaks the left collarbone.
However, the pain of the collarbone fracture still made Paulette break out in a cold sweat. His whole shirt is soaked.
At this time, the monitor blinked again. The second game is over, and the third five-minute countdown begins.
The Office of the Zero Major Crime Unit of the New York Police Department...
Willie saw the message on his phone. Even without looking at the crowd, he immediately made a decision. Just now, he regretted why he was not chosen. Now, of course, he would not miss this opportunity.
The five of them looked at the countdown on the screen.
It had just begun, but it was over. The screen shows the third game.
—
Third match:
Mission 1: Morse will use a sledgehammer to break the bone of his left leg. The bone must be broken down into more than eight parts.
Mission 2: Barzel will walk to the back of another door and pick up a mirror that fell from a flower bed outside.
—
At the bottom of the monitor there are still two very simple mini-games that have been left behind.
“F *ck! Why is this time so fast! Who exactly is that? If I get out of here alive, I will definitely kill you!”
Willie saw this scene in the live broadcast room and snorted with disdain. 'You only?' thought cold.