LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
chapter 132

Cold monitor featuring seventh mini-game.

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Mission 1: Pollitt cut three kilograms of meat from his body.

Mission 2: Perform full circumcision on Barzel. All meat must be thrown away.

Select a mission within ten minutes to complete. Otherwise, all members would be punished by throwing away three kilograms of meat.

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Looking at that little game, Monica narrowed her eyes.

“Other operation mission. What is the relationship between them? What does the Judge of Death want to do?”

Bowman replied, “This operation is a small operation for men. It is very routine and bleeding less. But if it is a full-cut operation, as long as the man has little physiological reaction after surgery, the wound will tear. Even if it had healed completely, once there was a reaction, it would stretch severely, even old wounds would be torn. So when men do this surgery, they usually don't cut too much. Judge Death wants to make him unable to get an erection in the future!”

"That's one thing, but I have a feeling it won't be that simple."

“Yes, I have the same feeling, but I cannot think of any relationship between these two operations. What exactly is he guiding them?” Ross frowned. He couldn't find the answer.

On the live broadcast, the four of them looked at each other.

“Barzel, you can do this mission. Paulette has three kilograms of meat. Wherever you cut it, there will be heavy bleeding. We only have one medical box, so it will be difficult for us to control the situation!” Rainier.

“Compared to my mission, your circumcision is nothing,” Morse said coldly while lying on the sofa.

Barzel's breath is much heavier.

"Paulette, don't forget that you owe me circumcision!"

Seeing that she agreed, Paulette also let out a sigh of relief. He nodded his head with a serious expression on his face.

"Don't worry. As long as we survive, I, Paulette, will never forget you in the future!”

Therefore, everyone began to prepare for the operation. Compared to the first time, some of them became more skilled. They have turned into chief surgeons and assistants.

Right now, in the darkness outside the door, Jack was smiling.

'Have you noticed that your surgical techniques are becoming increasingly sophisticated, Hehe ...'

It was an almost perfect all-cutting operation performance. That's almost perfect stitching.

There was a slight bleeding, and the pain was still within tolerable limits. The small operation went very smoothly, and even the audience in the live broadcast room could not believe it.

“F *ck! This bastard actually learned how to do the operation himself?”

“Judges, do something interesting. We are not happy to watch this!”

"You're right. Rubbish like them should be cut off his hands and feet. First, disable them, then kill them one by one, and torture them slowly!”

“Why are you chatting as if you were a Death Inquisitor?!”

Right now, Paulette smiled and said, “As we leave this place, I can even open a clinic!”

“Are you going to operate on someone else? It is best to remove their testicles too!”

"You're right! Let them all be transvestites! Ha ha ha!"

Listening to their conversation, the audience in the live broadcast room was furious.

“F * your ck! You are still thinking of hurting others!”

“The Death Investigator must kill them! We can't let them out! They will continue to hurt people!”

“What to talk about with a bunch of bastards that are worse than animals? They can't get an erection now! Of course they will think of harming others!”

Soundproof cards are used for the entire landscape, isolating the sights and sounds of the outside world.

Right now, Jack stood coldly under the tree, listening to their conversation. His gaze was gloomy as he sent out his next game.

Monitor flash announcements.

The seventh game is finished, and the eighth countdown begins.

In the New York Police Department, in the office of Zero Serious Crimes Unit...

Everyone's gaze was on Ross, wanting to see what decision he would make. They can choose the most difficult game, but Ross is the one who wants to catch the Death Inquisitor the most. He will choose the most difficult or the simplest.

"If I choose the simplest game, is it possible to directly disrupt the entire Death Inquisitor's plan?" Ross looked at Monica.

Monica thought for a moment and said accurately, “No way. There was no way the Death Inquisitor would not consider this. He must have other plans.”

"I got it."

After Ross made his choice, everyone saw the refreshed little game on the big screen.

The eighth small game.

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Mission 1: Morse cuts off one of his hands and one of his legs.

Mission 2: Operate on Rennes and release the patella.

In fifteen minutes, choose one mission to complete, or all of them will be severely punished.

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Seeing this, Rainier frowned and asked, "What is a patella?"

"That's a round bone in the knee!" Paulette answered.

"Then won't I be paralyzed ?!" Rainier said furiously.

Morse said coldly, “It's still better than my mission. If I cut off one of my hands and one of my legs, then I will be completely paralyzed!”

Rainier's face was full of despair. He looked at the three of them with begging eyes.

Paulette looked at the bloodied scalpel and then at Barnett lying on the ground. He frowned a little.

"Do you feel that we have been led by the hand of the Death Inquisitor?"

"Omong empty! He asked us to complete the mission. Of course we are led by his hands!” Barzel said coldly.

Paulette shook her head and said, “That's not what I mean. I mean, the Death Inquisitor's mission is to get us into a dead end. Just like the first few missions, he slowly led us to Barnett, but Barnett died, and now he's guiding us again. Patellar resection is not that simple. Our equipment is limited, and you know the consequences. There are two missions left. If we keep doing what he says, I think we will definitely die. Also, the punishment has now become a severe punishment. What severe punishment will be given? Have you thought about it?

"That's right! We can't be led! He's gonna kill us!” Rainier agreed. He did not want his patio lifted.

Morse snorted and said, "What else can we do if we don't follow him?"

"That's right! We have no other way to go! Barsel.

Paulette shook her head and firmly said, “We actually had a choice from the start! And I think that's the real way to survive!

"What way?"

Seeing they were completely confused, Paulette said, “Do you still remember the rules of the game that the Death Inquisitor said at the beginning? The key is in our small intestine. We have two ways to escape. One is to remove the small intestine and find the key and remove the metal ring. That's the real way to crack the game!”