LIVESTREAM: The Jury of Death
chapter 36
Bentham's leg slipped. He lost his balance and fell forward. Bentham's eyes narrowed, and his head went straight to the broken coffee table. The corner of the coffee table had just been kicked by Marcellus. The sharp glass was like a sharp steel blade waiting for him.
"F*ck!"
Bentham's face was filled with despair.
Puchis!
The sharp glass penetrated directly into Bentham's left eye. Blood splattered, and the ball of his left eye was squeezed. Blood was dripping in the corner of his eyes.
"F* ck."
Bentham opened his mouth, and a stream of viscous blood flowed out. His body moved slightly, and then a turbid stream of urine flowed out from his pants.
No one expected it!
Bentham just died.
Marcellus and the others were completely dumbfounded.
The spectators in the live broadcast room were also dumbfounded.
"He just died?"
“I think I was wrong! I don't think he's going to die!
"Yes God. I was a little scared when I saw him. It's not that I'm afraid he's dead, but the cause of his death is too scary. He actually slipped and fell twice? First time being a shadow for the second time!”
“This is very strange. That signature pen really made a big contribution. I am also a little scared watching this!”
"No matter what, he's dead!"
Ross closed the live broadcast bullet screen and frowned. He also felt something strange. Could it be a coincidence? Could he deserve to die?
At this moment, Jack's cold and deep voice sounded. “Bentham out! Please grab a pen on the ground and open it!”
Marcellus and the others looked at the pen on the ground in unison, as if they were looking at a monster. Their faces were filled with fear.
“Dafation, you go!” Marcellus.
Dafasi nodded, but he approached very carefully. Their serious and frightened gazes made the audience laugh.
“Is this really a triad? They're so scared because of the pen?”
“This pen really stole the show. Hahahahaha!”
Dafasi took out a pen and carefully opened it. He found a piece of paper inside, so he pulled it out and unfolded it.
—
The first person to be tortured, death is right next to you.
—Death Judges.
—
Seeing this note, the bullet comment went wild again.
“So that pen is just an early punishment!”
“This pen was placed personally by the judge? That's amazing!"
"Why? What the hell's been going on? I don't understand. Someone please explain!”
“Let me say it like this. Without the pen, nothing will happen. But with this pen, Bentham is dead. That simple!”
“The Death Investigator is too strong. Is this action really done by humans?”
This pen belongs to the Death Inquisitor! Dafasi stood frozen as he realized this, and all the feathers on his body stood up straight.
The one who was more frightened was actually Marcellus. He was also involved in Bentham's death! If he hadn't kicked that coffee table, Bentham would've smashed his head. But because he did, he died!
This is not logical.
This doesn't make any sense at all.
That's too weird!
Can Death Investigators predict the future?
Marcellus was very confused. There were so many thoughts in his head, and he couldn't explain them. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid. He thought he would not be afraid, but now, after seeing what the Death Inquisitor could do, he realized that he had been destroyed.
His opponent was too scary.
Meanwhile, Ross' eyebrows are sinking.
Just now, he was speculating about how the Judge of Death performed all these actions.
Now, he could be sure that there were no coincidences at all. Everything planned.
Ros shook his head.
That doesn't make any sense. How could he know that Bentham would definitely drop the cup and then put his signature pen towards the current? How did he know that it would be washed by water? Why did their actions seem to be drafted by the Judge of Death?
"Do you? Scientists once said that when the rate of use of the human brain reaches 30%, one will be able to see through the laws of things. From there, one will be able to see through the situation changes and predict the outcome.”
“Is this theory scientifically proven?”
"No, it's just a hypothesis at the moment, but—"
“Alright, stop talking. You just need to keep an eye on where the money is going in the broadcast room! said Ross. He did not believe that such a person existed, and he would not allow such a person to exist in New York City.
Bentham's death undoubtedly overshadowed the hearts of Marcellus and his other comrades.
“Death is right beside us..” Marcellus repeats this sentence. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. “F *ck! Check your bag. Check your things. Make sure you don't bring anything that doesn't belong to you!
His friends understood what he meant. They immediately checked their bags, but they realized that other than the pen, all the other items were theirs.
"Alright come!"
Marcellus waved his hand, and everyone walked out of the villa.
“Check the car! Hurry along!" marcellus's orders. The Death Investigator could have put a pen on the coffee table in the living room, and no one had seen it before, so he might have set a trap in the car.
They checked all three cars inside, and nothing strange.
Marcellus took out a gun from his waist and said, “Everything, split up. Post, Pokan, and Mona Lynn, you're gonna follow me by car. Now, check your equipment. If you are blocked by the police, remember to save the last bullet for yourself!”
"Yes!"
Crack crack crack crack!
Nine of them were in two cars, and the engine roared.
“My brother, something's wrong. This live broadcast—”
Marcellus said, “I've seen it. Hard to explain!”
"Could he hack our phones and use our cell phone cameras?" Mona Lynn covered the camera with her hands as she spoke, but the live broadcast was still perfect.
"useless. I've tried. Unless there is a hidden camera in this car, there must be a ghost behind this!” Marcellus.
"What are we doing now? The police must have watched the live broadcast too!”
“Let's watch. If we don't go there, they won't be able to find us. Now, everyone, switch your phone to flight mode. After 24 hours, the live broadcast will end, and everything will end, ” said Marcellus.
“How about Zellman and others?”
"They know what to do!"
Right now, in another car, Zellman is driving while lowering the windshield. Then, he stretched out his hand to avoid the invisible camera lens. Then, he opened the piece of paper that Zielman had given him.
“Turn off all your phones. After 24 hours, gather in the same place!”
After reading the note, Zellman tore it apart a few times and threw it away as it blew in the wind.
"Zellman, where are we going now?"
“Don't ask anything. Turn off all your phones now!” Zelman.
"Oh..."
Seeing everyone on the street, Jack took his wallet and walked out.
After hailing a taxi, Jack sat in the passenger seat and said, “Bawa Fifth Avenue to the city hospital. Thank you." Thank you."
The driver looked at Jack and asked, "Are you not feeling well?" He found it a bit strange that he asked to take the far route when he was sick.
Jack nodded and said, “It's okay. It's just that my stomach hurts a little. Don't drive too fast.”
"okay! Okay fine! I will drive steadily!
The old driver continued his journey.
As the car passed the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 59th Street, Jack casually took out a cigarette and threw away the empty cigarette case.
"Can I smoke?" ask Jack.
"Forward. It's okay."
Jack lit a cigarette and put his right hand out the window. There was a pea-sized steel ball between his little fingers.
After sucking a few times, Jack flicked the cigarette ash and removed his little finger. The steel ball fell to the ground and rolled back.
The steel ball rolled all the way to the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 59th Street. Right now, the cigarette box that Jack threw was blown off by the wind and thrown to the side. Right now, the steel ball had just entered the cigarette box. Because it rolled down, very quickly, and the cigarette box slid on the ground.
As the cigarette box slid into the middle of the road, a black car from the west turned left and drove past it. Coincidentally pressing the bottom edge of the cigarette box.
With a puff, the cigarette box is pressed. The steel ball inside was pressed to one-third of its original size. As a result, it was fired at a very high speed towards the northwest, like a marbles shot from a gun.
Right now, a black SUV from the north is turning right.
Bang out!
The windows were half open, and a steel ball hit the driver's temple. The driver was Zellman.