"Is that it?"
"What do I do next?"
Having let Archduke Ferdinand go, Kong Yang suddenly realized this fatal problem.
The barrage in the live stream room paused.
It was clear that the viewers in the live stream also forgot about this, right.
What to do after giving up the assassination?
But soon, soone reminded him to check if he had money in his pocket. Kong Yang flipped it over and indeed found so money, and the viewers in the live stream room urged him to have so fun.
Kong Yang thought about it and agreed.
So he took the money and started shopping in Sarajevo, which was his first ti shopping in a ga.
However, shortly after Kong Yang started shopping.
He saw guards coming out to search.
It was clear that Archduke Ferdinand was quite angry.
But it had nothing to do with Kong Yang.
However, shortly, a squad of guards rushed over, pressing him down. In the struggle, Kong Yang caught a glimpse of the owner of the street-side café where he was when he first entered the ga.
Following the direction that the owner pointed, Kong Yang’s heart skipped a beat.
Clang!
The handgun in his pocket fell out.
Bang!
The head suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and the screen instantly fell into darkness.
In the live stream room.
Kong Yang slapped his thigh:
"Damn!"
"I was careless!"
"I must have been seen when I took out the gun."
Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated, and you have a gun in your pocket. Although you didn’t fire it, who knows if you’re an accomplice?
Kong Yang cursed under his breath, feeling unlucky. Monts later, the screen lit up.
It was a dim interrogation room. Seeing Kong Yang awake, he hadn’t even had ti to speak.
Snap!
A whip was slamd down before Kong Yang could lower the pain sensitivity, he had just shouted ’Ah—’ when a piece of cloth with a strange taste was stuffed into his mouth.
Then ca another whip.
Snap!
Snap!
...
There wasn’t any interrogation process, just continuous tornt, with the branding iron deeply imprinted on his body.
Only half an hour had passed.
Kong Yang was beaten to the point of only having one breath left.
Only then was he doused with cold water, stimulating him into convulsions, the rag in his mouth was pulled out, and the interrogating officer grabbed Kong Yang’s hair with a fierce look:
"Where are your accomplices?"
"Don’t try to deny it, we’ve already caught quite a few today."
"If you dare to lie, or if your testimony doesn’t match theirs."
"Heh heh...."
Kong Yang’s mouth twitched slightly, taking a deep breath:
"Tui!"
A mouthful of bloody spit hit the interrogator’s face:
"I damn n....ugh...."
Before he could finish, his mouth was stuffed again, and the harsh interrogation continued on his body.
Though Kong Yang felt indignant, the pain sensitivity was already lowered to the minimum, knowing he could restart once dead, he felt a bit relieved.
However....
The interrogator wouldn’t truly beat him to death; after all, while alive, he might reveal sothing.
But they didn’t expect Kong Yang to be so tough.
Beaten to the edge of death, he still didn’t speak of his accomplice, clearly, this thod wasn’t working; they needed to heal him quickly and think of other ways of torture.
Right in Kong Yang’s furious gaze.
They treated him, kept him alive, simply wouldn’t let him die.
Kong Yang was furious.
anwhile, other streams had since begun, yet he was stuck in the interrogation room, tied and unable to do anything.
He couldn’t even die.
Kong Yang, so angry he wanted to bite his tongue off, finding his mouth being blocked, started struggling while moaning ’mmm mmm’.
The treating doctor glanced at the interrogator, only pulling out the rag upon the interrogator’s gesture.
As soon as the rag was pulled out, Kong Yang closed his eyes, made up his mind, bit down his tongue, and thankfully the pain was very low, he felt no discomfort.
But such an action requires imnse courage.
Upon biting down the tongue.
Kong Yang’s screen gradually grew blurry, the doctor noticed sothing wrong, hurriedly pried open Kong Yang’s mouth, only to find the tongue was already severed.
Kong Yang’s face showed a smile, making a ’hah hah’ sound with his mouth.
Blood flooded into his trachea, after a painful struggle, he choked to death on his own blood.
The final scene showed the interrogator shouting in furious anger.
Kong Yang finally felt so relief, the screen lit up again, and he appeared at the main interface, eager to start a new ga, cursing:
"Damn! This ti I’ll kill that guy, or I’ll write ’Kong’ backwards."
"Damn it."
"Costing nearly an hour! I was the first to finish the ga download!!!"
"Wretchedly pissed off!!!"
The viewers in the live stream enjoyed his misfortune, apparently the sa group that prompted sparing Archduke Ferdinand.
The screen flashed.
Kong Yang re-entered the ga, this ti not staying seated, but got up to walk toward the direction Archduke Ferdinand was coming from.
Soon.
Shooting sounds echoed, and the car carrying Archduke Ferdinand quickly drove into an alley.
But this ti....
BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
The vehicle, just turning into the alley, was emptied of the magazine by Kong Yang, even the driver was not spared.
Letting them live one more second, Kong Yang felt indignant.
After emptying the magazine, Kong Yang’s face showed a hint of a ’twisted’ smile:
"Finally relieved."
"Dammit, infuriated , I just let him go, turned around and got thrown into the interrogation room for half a day, dammit...."
At this mont, Kong Yang’s face suddenly froze.
Damn!
Isn’t this the sa old path?
Looking down at the gun in his hand, and the dead Archduke Ferdinand before him.
Kong Yang suddenly realized, could it be Zhao the scher fooled him?!
Gasp—
Dammit?!
Zhao the scher must’ve done it on purpose, right?!
Kill, and start World War I.
Don’t kill, and you’re stuck in the interrogation room.
Damn!!!
Kong Yang was about to denounce Zhao the scher’s ’plot’ in the live stream, but pursuers rushed in from the street, leaving Kong Yang no ti to protest, he took off running!
The viewers in the live stream watching this scene cheered him on.
Only the running Kong Yang understood how exasperated he felt.
...
On the other side.
The Sky Shark Platform, World War I: Twilight of the Empire area, other strears.
Already started their gas.
At the mont, Wu Jie’s live stream room.
Having just settled World War II, he entered the World War I ga, but was a step behind, fortunately, there were dedicated viewers in the room, so it wasn’t an issue.
With the CG ending.
Looking at [Imrsive Plot][Custom Plot] two modes.
Wu Jie asked for the live room’s opinion, the viewers chose for him to select [Custom Mode], seeing this, Wu Jie didn’t refuse:
"Alright, then let’s choose [Custom Mode]."
"Let see...."
"Identity? Select rchant."
"Location....Vienna, huh?"
"Going to find the young Supre Leader? It’s possible."
"Alright, let’s pick Vienna for location."
"And the ti?"
"Other live streams choose from 1890 to 1903, haven’t encountered it yet?"
"Looking at the data, World War I started in 1914."
"Then how about starting in 1913."
With each selection finalized, Wu Jie finally confird his identity within the [Custom Mode] plot:
"This mode is really nice."
"Look at this identity; rchant, assets in the millions, location is Vienna, ti is 1913, even without finding the young Supre Leader, this million asset is enough to splurge until World War II."
"Alright, ready to start."
"Hmm, there’s also an ethnicity option?"
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