LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
Chapter 2: Livestream Murder. Who does he think he is?

At this moment, Bowen was on the verge of collapse. He had only one son, Little Bowen. Little Bowen was disappointing and did not inherit his business talent. He's just gonna cause trouble, and Bowen has to clean up all his mess.

However, Little Bowen was very good at pleasing him. Many of the women who played with him were all brought by Little Bowen.

Bowen's personal doctor has already examined him. His body was already broken, and there was no way he would have any more children.

He was unwilling to give up on Little Bowen!

Bowen was still pondering about it, but the voice sounded again. It came from the other end of the room.

“Now, the game begins. You still have 29 minutes left.”

The Judge of Death only said two simple sentences, but it made Bowen so anxious that he would go crazy.

He doesn't want to die!

He finally reached this point. He was rich, he enjoyed an honorable status, he had many women, and he had everything that every man in the world dreamed of!

He had not enjoyed it to the fullest, and he was not even fifty yet. How could he die here like this!

Bowen was buried deep in his mind. He ran to the elevator but saw that it was closed. He slapped the elevator crazily, but there was no answer.

"shit! fuckin' hell! shit!"

Bowen cursed while running up the stairs. He could already feel the pain in his body gradually becoming more intense.

"Listen! I am Philemon Bowen! I'm the boss of Bowen Petroleum. Someone's gonna kill me alive. Hurry up and save me!”

The operator who stayed up all night quietly and slowly said, “Don't worry. Say slowly. Where are you at? Do you know the man who wants to kill you? What phone are you calling from now on?

“Didn't you hear me? I am Philemon Bowen! I'm at the Wall Street Finance Building. Come quickly! I don't pay so much tax every year to feed a lot of garbage!” he roars.

Five minutes later, two police cars set off from a nearby police station and rushed to the Wall Street finance building.

“Chief, we have found the live broadcast,” shouted a police officer while handing the computer to the head.

Benjamin Theodore, the head of the 77th New York Police Station, retrieved the computer. In the video, he can see that Bowen has fallen. It was due to the effect of the poison on his muscles. He had rolled down the stairs. When he fell, his head was bleeding, and no one knew how he was doing at that moment.

“Direct broadcast of murder. Who does he think he is? He doesn't care about us at all! Immediately close the live broadcast space and account!” said the chief.

The police officer replied, “No, chief. I tried it just now. This live broadcast room was not an ordinary live broadcast room. It's like a virus plugged into the Internet. Can't be turned off at all. The only way is to directly shut down the website server. Even so, it might be useless. If it fails and is not turned off completely, viewers will immediately switch to another live broadcast space. That will cause a bigger impact!”

When Theodore heard that, he hesitated. He could not turn it off, and he had no choice but to do so! The longer he dragged her, the greater the impact!

Shut that!

With a strong determination, Theodore ordered, "Call the FBI immediately and tell them to shut down all the servers of all the websites that broadcast the content of this streaming space!"

"Yes sir!"

Bowen had already dragged himself into the hall on the first floor. The monitor in the middle of the hall suddenly lit up. What is playing is the streaming space content. He saw himself on the monitor. The muscles on his face started to disappear and became distorted. He had never seen such a bad face.

“Am I going to die? Where's police? Come and save me! Who will save me?”

Anxious Bowen shouted in the hall, but as the muscles in his vocal cords had dissolved, his voice sounded more ominous than the screams of the demons in hell.

There's no response. Only the echoes of his own voice were heard in the empty hall.

Bowen looked out the window and stared at the entirety of Wall Street, which was illuminated by lights. He felt that his vision was getting darker and darker. This place represents the wealth of the world. However, no amount of wealth now could prevent him from hurtling toward death.

Suddenly...

He seemed to be thinking of something. He frantically searched for something at the reception desk in the hall.

Soon, he finds a gold hammer that he uses to ring the bell whenever his company goes public!

He walked to the French window and swung his arm.

He hoped the glass would break. However, the golden hammer flew out of his hand and hit his head.

Time is money!

Bowen, who was lying on the ground, said this when he was young. Now, he completely disagreed with this sentence.

If he could be given even a few minutes, he would be willing to hand over the money. Every second was a torture for him now. Not only did he experience physical pain from his muscles dissolving, but he was also psychologically tortured. Every minute, the pain becomes more intense. The intense pain kept reminding him that death was getting closer and closer to him, but he had no way out. He could only endure physical and psychological pain.

“Huff! Huff!”

Bowen's breath became heavier.

The deformity of his face caused by the dissolution of his muscles was also increasingly apparent. His face is no longer recognizable. It no longer looks like a human face.

“This man is dying. Hurry and die! Why are you breathing so hard? That's a waste of air!”

“He's not dead. It's just scary. If he could still stand up and swing the hammer, it meant that he was still far from dead. The judge said he was given 30 minutes. He still has 16 minutes left.”

“Judges clearly count well. It was clear by now that this person would not be able to escape. The road is still a little jammed. The police obviously won't be able to do it.

“Do you see any deformities on his face and the shape of the bones in his shoulders and arms? That's because the muscles have dissolved. He is now dehydrated. Even if he did not die soon, he would not be able to climb the stairs due to running out of steam. In ten more minutes, he won't even be able to take the knife.”

“Introduction is not written randomly. There are people who suffer from hemophobia, heart disease, and cowardice. Don't read it again. It will be even more frightening in a few moments. It's not a big deal to be afraid of death. Maybe he'll be really scared half to death.”

“What to fear? I'm not afraid of a girl. This kind of ferocious beast had to be tortured to death with the most cruel methods! I will soon open champagne to celebrate his death!”

Looking at the bullet screen that filled the hall monitor, Bowen never imagined that he, as the famous oil tycoon, would be in such a miserable state today.

Aversion and hatred filled his brain!

“Whoever can save me, I will give him 10% of my assets. NAY! I'll give him half!”

As he finished speaking, the bullet screen on the monitor turned back on with comments from viewers.

“Even the police can't save you. Who do you expect to save you?

“Why do I feel he said this to the judge? The judge won't be tempted, will he?

"Over upstairs, do you think someone who can do such a thing would be bribed with money?"

"That's right. The judge is not that kind of person. He did it for justice!”

“Has he been an idiot just now? If it was for the money, he could have kidnapped her. Why would it be so troublesome?”

“Actually, I don't think it's a good thing for streamers to do this. After all, this was still a death sentence without trial, let alone killing someone. This is considered murder. If a crime must be solved by a death penalty without trial, why are police and judges needed? No matter how many reasons there are, it cannot mask the fact that this live broadcast is a crime in itself. I think the live broadcast room will be shut down soon. Streamer capture will be the headlines tomorrow.”

“When your wife was raped and murdered, and you were cooked and eaten, I hope you can still calmly talk about the law!”

“If the law is useful, why such garbage has not been caught?”

As the live broadcast room was bustling with discussions, the live broadcast room that originally had less than 20 million viewers suddenly had over 30 million viewers. The number of viewers soared to 50 million. If the live broadcast is not managed by the trial system, the live streaming space will collapse.

“Death Judge? What kind of live streaming is this?”

"What the hell is going on? Beautiful streamers also watch. Why is he here?”

“Do you guys notice? This is the only live streaming space left on the website!”

“Don't worry, new friends. The judge executed the man. It's so much fun!”

Comment points in the live stream space become more dense, instantly turning the live stream space into a white screen.

“He actually turned off the server directly? Looks like she's very anxious.”

Jack, who was hiding in the darkness, revealed a faint mocking smile on his face, and the atmosphere instantly became even stranger.

Seeing the number of people in the live broadcast room increasing explosively, Theodore was instantly dumbfounded.

There are 50 million people watching!

How negative is this video?

“Stupid! What the hell is going on? Why the number of viewers in the live broadcast space actually increased!”

“Chief, server closure has failed. The other broadcast space has been closed, so all viewers logged into its broadcast space.”

"Then so fast and restart the server!"

"Yes! The restart will take 15 minutes. There are still 13 minutes until Bowen's death. I'm afraid it's too late.”

“Why didn't you say it earlier! Tell the police car to go faster!”

"Yes!" The police officer at the side agreed and nodded, but he also felt extremely helpless. Rebooting the computer takes time, and the server will definitely take longer.

As the police station started to get busy, a cold voice rang out in the live broadcast room.

“Police closes server. Only this live broadcast space is unaffected, so you all jumped here.”

"With such an IQ, it's no wonder you can't even find evidence of Bowen's crimes."

“Or maybe there's nothing wrong with your IQ. You may not want to look for it.

At this moment, Theodore was so angry that he was about to go insane!

He mocked everyone around him.

"But don't worry, I'll be the judge for crimes that the police don't care about."

“There are still twelve minutes until Bowen's death. There were still seven minutes until he could not even move a single finger. At that time, he would lose his ability to save himself. He can only wait for an incompetent cop to save his life, or he will watch himself die.”

Jack's death sentence echoed in the air. It was full of sarcasm and provocation.

Bowen hated the judge at the time and wanted to let him taste his own medicine.

However, he did not have time to think about this.

As the judge said, there were still seven minutes before he could only wait for his death. He didn't expect the police to do anything.

Bowen can only save himself!

Thinking of this, Bowen stood up from the ground and slowly walked towards the corridor, step by step and with great difficulty.

"He hasn't given up?"

"What else does he want to do?"

“Sialang. Could he want to take the key from his son's stomach?”

“As expected of a beast! He won't even let go of his own son!”

“Better if he cuts his son's stomach. If he did, he wouldn't have time to take the antidote. Both will die together!”

Bowen is currently struggling to climb the stairs, one passage at a time. He could no longer climb the stairs.

Although Little Bowen was his only son, nothing could be a hindrance to his survival.

...

As the audience debated on the bullet screen, Bowen had already climbed the stairs. Since he did not have the muscles to support him and had to climb the stairs, his hands and feet lost their basic shape. Black blood flowed out, like a pile of rotten meat hanging on his bones.

"Seven minutes dead and two minutes lost mobility," a deep and cold voice echoed in Bowen's ears once again.