### Another Live-stread Judgent
In the bustling night of the United States, the streets and alleys are still filled with the unique hustle and bustle of the city. A black luxury sports car races recklessly down the streets, its engine roaring through the night, drawing curious glances from passersby. Inside the car, Alexander Morrison, a typically arrogant and domineering rich second generation, is now consud by unprecedented fear and anger.
"Fuck you! You lied to !" Alexander’s face is twisted in rage, his features almost squeezed together, as he frantically twists his obese body, desperately pulling at sothing wrapped around him with both hands, each struggle filled with desperation and resentnt, his screams echoing in the cramped car.
anwhile, in a hidden corner of the city, Lin Mo lurks in the darkness, watching everything through the Eye of Judgnt, his voice cold and calm, clearly transmitted into the car through the car’s audio system: "The wire wrapped around you is super-fine steel wire, fixed on the electric actuator at the rear of the car. The electric actuator is connected to the main control line of the vehicle. As long as the car is still moving, the wire will keep shrinking. At your current speed, in five minutes, the wire will be completely tightened, and you will be cut into four pieces by the three steel wires."
Hearing that he will be cut into four pieces, Alexander, even with disbelief, uncontrollably shudders. Images of the bloody and brutal outco involuntarily fill his mind, fear rushing over him like a tidal wave, almost suffocating him.
At the sa ti, on the Twitch live-streaming platform in the Judgent live room, viewers gasp in shock at these frightening words. The comnts roll rapidly like snowflakes.
"Is the host serious? Cutting soone into four pieces, that’s too terrifying!"
"Exactly, though this guy is a major criminal, isn’t this punishnt too cruel?"
"Cool_Guy tips the host 5 Super Rockets! — Cruel? To the person above, are you a saint? When this guy was raping and murdering, why didn’t you call that cruel?"
"Cute_Girl tips the host 3 Luxury Planes! — Don’t just cut into four; even a thousand cuts wouldn’t be satisfying enough!"
"That’s right! This scum must be seen being punished with our own eyes for us to be relieved!"
The viewers’ eyes are wide with curiosity and tension, tightly glued to their screens, all eagerly wanting to know if what Lin Mo said is true.
Lin Mo, seemingly aware of Alexander’s thoughts, speaks again, still unemotional, "And, there is a spring-loaded gun fixed at the back of your neck. Once you release the accelerator, the small hamr in the spring-loaded gun will pop out at high speed and pierce through your neck."
Alexander, full of disdain, roars loudly, "Don’t play tricks on ! If you have the guts, co out and fight ! I’ll kill you!"
Kill ?
Lin Mo, from the darkness, smiles coldly. He manipulates the system, causing a countdown to appear instantly on the central control display screen, then continues, "See the countdown on the display screen?"
"Fuck your countdown! You co out right now!" Alexander screams madly while frantically trying to break the steel wire wrapped around his body. However, as he struggles, the wire suddenly tightens sharply. The sharp steel wire, like a blade, slices three deep cuts across his body, and fresh blood slowly seeps from the wounds, quickly staining his expensive shirt.
"If you keep swearing, I can make you die right now." Lin Mo’s voice, seemingly coming from Hell, is cold and definitive.
"Ah!!" Alexander emits a miserable scream, the intense pain from his wounds driving his rage to its peak. With his bloodshot eyes, he yells, "What the hell do you want!"
"See the countdown on the display screen?" Lin Mo repeats the sentence, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Gritting his teeth, Alexander, though reluctant, ultimately turns his head towards the display screen due to the excruciating pain. The previously off display screen had inexplicably lit up, showing a prominent countdown ticking down.
"Ti is running out, only four minutes and thirty seconds left. Now, you have only one chance to survive."
Hearing Lin Mo’s words hinting at a possibility of sparing Alexander, viewers imdiately start sending ssages urging him not to.
"Holy shit, he’s
anwhile, inside Alexander’s car, ti ticks away by the second, the countdown digits jumping continuously, each tick hamring at Alexander’s heart. His sweat relentlessly rolls down his forehead, soaking his clothes. His gaze is filled with fear and despair, but also a glimr of hope; he eagerly anticipates the police arriving at the last mont to rescue him from this dire situation.
"Please, hurry up..." Alexander mutters, his voice hoarse.
Lin Mo observes all this, without a shred of pity in his heart. He knows that Alexander’s cris are unforgivable, and today’s punishnt is rely his just deserts.
As ti progresses, the countdown approaches its end. Alexander’s breathing grows rapid, his hands tightly gripping the seat as if to cling to the last bit of life.
Finally, with one minute left on the countdown, police cars appear in Alexander’s sight. A glimr of hope flashes in his eyes as he desperately struggles, attempting to attract the police’s attention.
However, Lin Mo has no intention of letting him off easily. He manipulates the system again, causing the steel wire to rapidly tighten. Alexander lets out a scream of despair, feeling as if his body is being torn apart.
The police quickly exit their vehicles and run toward Alexander’s car. On seeing the scene inside the car, they are stunned by what unfolds before them.
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