Suddenly, Emily’s gaze swept to the ground three steps away from her, where a yellowing white dical kit lay. The words of the Dark Law Enforcer echoed abruptly in her mind, and she hesitated for a mont. Supporting the device on her head with one hand, she staggered slowly toward it.
She crouched down, extending her trembling hands, and slowly opened the dical kit. A palm-sized scalpel appeared before her, its blade flickering a cold, icy light under the dim light.
At the sa ti, Tom who had left not long ago, rushed back in, excitent written all over his face as he bellowed, "Captain, we found it! It’s in the abandoned unfinished building two kiloters away, near Central Park!"
Upon hearing this, Captain Jack paid no more attention to Emily’s situation and made a decisive decision, "First team, follow ; the rest of you get the surveillance footage from within a kiloter around Central Park!"
"Yes, Captain!" The team mbers responded in unison, then quickly moved to carry out their respective tasks.
anwhile, Emily, with shaking hands, began to undo the buttons of her white shirt, revealing her flat abdon. Lowering her head, she saw a wound spanning her entire stomach just above her belly button, carefully stitched up and, except for the occasional twinge of pain, nothing else seed out of the ordinary.
"Tick tock tick tock", the sound of the tir incessantly echoed in her ears, as if death itself was inching closer with each tick, each one causing Emily’s heart to pound violently. The pressure of impending death weighed on her like a mountain, almost suffocating her while fear rose like a surging tide, nearly drowning her.
Seeing Emily reluctant to make a move, the live broadcast viewers gradually lost patience, beginning to express their dissatisfaction in the barrage.
"It’s been five minutes already, is she going to cut or not? If she keeps dragging this out, there won’t be enough ti!" "Exactly, if she dies just like that, it would be too easy on her, so boring." "Don’t worry, soone as heartless as her would do anything to survive, she definitely won’t disappoint us." "How can you people be so cruel! She is a life after all, how can you coldly look forward to her getting hurt." "Indeed! If this girl dies, all of you here fanning the flas will be accomplices!" "Mikey donated 1 Super Rocket to the host! —— As long as the host punishes scum like her, I’m willing to be an accomplice!" "Yes, we’re all willing to be accomplices, people like her don’t deserve to live!"
At this mont, Emily who was originally crouching now weakly knelt on the ground, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for air. With trembling hands, she reached out her right hand and slowly picked up the scalpel from the kit, its blade quivering slightly in her hand as if it too could sense her inner fear and struggle…
Captain Jack led a team of police officers quickly toward the unfinished building, the police car’s lights flashing and sirens wailing shrilly. Inside the car, team mbers wore serious expressions, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to respond to any ergency.
"Captain, can we really catch the Dark Law Enforcer? He seems very capable," a young police officer asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Captain Jack glanced at him and said firmly, "We are police officers. Upholding the law and order is our duty. No matter how capable he is, we cannot back down. Besides, we have his location. As long as we act swiftly and coordinate well, we will definitely bring him to justice."
anwhile, in the unfinished building, Emily gripped the scalpel tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging. Her eyes were filled with fear and hesitation, the blade hovering just centiters from her stomach, not yet falling.
"I... I can’t die… I don’t want to die…" Emily muttered to herself, tears swirling in her eyes. She rembered the cris she had committed, the innocent children who lost their lives by her hand, yet now she so desperately yearned to live. Discover more content at .Côm
"Tick tock tick tock," the sound of the tir beca clearer, as if counting down her life. Emily clenched her teeth and pressed the blade lightly against her stomach, the sharp scalpel piercing the skin and a trickle of blood oozing out.
"Ah!" Emily let out a pained scream, her body trembling violently. Sweat covered her forehead, and her lips turned pale from biting. However, the desire to survive kept her from stopping, and she continued to carefully cut the stitches on the wound with the scalpel.
In the live broadcast room, the viewers’ emotions fluctuated with Emily’s actions. So stared tensely at the screen, hands clenched into fists; others continued posting various comnts in the barrage, the debate raging on.
"She finally started, I hope she can find the key and survive." "Hmph, soone like her deserves to die, even if she survives, her sins cannot be forgiven." "This is too bloody, I can barely watch."
anwhile, at the police station, the officers in charge of retrieving surveillance footage were also working strenuously. They quickly scanned through screen after screen, trying to locate the Dark Law Enforcer.
"There! Look at this footage, there’s a suspicious figure that looks much like the Dark Law Enforcer," one officer said excitedly, pointing at the screen.
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