Unlike Jack Thompson's calm deanor, the live-stream audience felt their hearts leap into their throats the mont they heard the sound of sirens.
"What's going on with the Los Angeles police? They usually show up when people are almost dead. Why are they so fast today?" one viewer questioned in the chat, their tone full of surprise.
"It's mostly because Jack Thompson is smarter than the others who've been judged before. He knows how to buy ti, which is probably why the Los Angeles police made it here in ti," another viewer analyzed, seeming rather confident in their reasoning.
"Host, is there sothing wrong with the countdown tir? It feels like it's taking forever for a single second to pass!" yet another viewer shifted their attention to the tir, expressing doubt about the way ti was behaving.
"Didn't the host ntion earlier that he knows this bastard is stalling for ti? But judging by the host's tone, he doesn't seem worried about the police showing up at all. Maybe the host has another trick up his sleeve," one viewer speculated, attempting to glean clues from the host's previous remarks.
"I don't know if he has a trick, but judging from the sound of the sirens, it feels like a lot of cops are here this ti. As the saying goes, 'Two fists can't tackle four hands.' Even if the host has a plan, can he handle this many cops on his own?" another viewer voiced their concern, doubting the host's situation.
"Well, no use getting all anxious while sitting here. Let's just keep watching. Who knows, there might be a twist," a relatively calm viewer suggested, urging everyone to stay tuned and see how events would unfold.
While viewers were busy debating the possibilities, David had already led a group of officers charging toward the room with an imposing montum. They arrived at the door swiftly, and with a determined glare, David decisively issued a command: "Prepare to breach!" The officers moved imdiately, and a burly cop delivered a powerful kick to the door. With a loud "bang," the door was flung open.
This was the first ti in recent days that the police arrived before the person under judgnt was dead. David stepped inside the room, his gaze instantly locking onto the massive glass box in the center. Jack Thompson was sitting squarely on a corpse's chest, his left foot arrogantly planted on the corpse's face while his right foot was slightly raised as he nonchalantly yanked out one syringe after another from his flesh. The scene radiated defiance. David's brow furrowed slightly as a trace of discontent flickered in his eyes. He gave a low, firm order: "Quick, figure out how to open the box."
"Yes, sir!" responded a young detective beside him, who imdiately circled the glass box in search of a way to open it. Before long, he spotted the escape door that the Dark Law Enforcer had ntioned. However, disappointnt quickly set in—the escape door was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened from the outside.
anwhile, the countdown tir on the wall continued its unforgiving march, with only ten seconds left!
After the police entered the room, the live-stream caras stayed focused on them. When viewers saw that the escape door couldn't be opened from the outside, they collectively heaved a sigh of relief.
"Phew, thank goodness the door's locked from inside. The only way out is with a key," one viewer said with a tone of reassurance and relief.
"Haha, now I can relax. Just a mont ago, I was worried the cops might save that piece of scum. But with so little ti left, that bastard's bound to die from the poison any second now," another viewer chuckled maliciously, as if they could already see Jack Thompson's grim fate.
"Did you guys forget? The box is made of glass. Even if the escape door can't be opened, the cops can just find sothing to smash the glass with!" a comnt suddenly appeared, shattering the calm like a rock thrown into a still lake, instantly dashing the audience's optimism.
Seeing the comnt, the previously gleeful viewers, who had been relishing the thought of Jack Thompson's imminent demise, fell silent. Their eyes were glued to the live-stream feed, holding their breath as though awaiting a final verdict from fate.
On screen, just as the comnt had predicted, the young officer, after realizing the escape door couldn't be opened, quickly grabbed a chair from behind him. Lifting it high over his head, he brought it crashing down onto the glass box with force.
"Ugh! Why couldn't this cop be just a little dumber? Why's he gotta be so sharp? If he'd stalled for just a few more seconds, that bastard would be done for!" one viewer grumbled, clearly annoyed by the officer's proactive actions.
"I think the host got a little too cocky this ti. He succeeded in the past few rounds, but maybe it's made him overconfident, which led to this current situation," another viewer speculated, attributing the impending crisis to the host's arrogance.
"Turns out, the Dark Law Enforcer is just a regular person after all—he's no omnipotent savior," a disappointed viewer lanted, beginning to question the Dark Law Enforcer's abilities.
"Hmph! Soone like the Dark Law Enforcer could never represent justice. His actions only court disaster, and now he's paying the price!" a viewer lashed out harshly, expressing vehent disapproval of the Dark Law Enforcer's deeds.
"Exactly. The Dark Law Enforcer is nothing but a sadistic murderer who enjoys tornting others. It's all you clueless spectators hyping him up with baseless admiration that got us here in the first place," another viewer chid in, criticizing those who supported the Dark Law Enforcer.
"In the end, good and evil will get what they deserve. The Dark Law Enforcer has done so many terrible things—today is his downfall! The strength of the Los Angeles police shouldn't be underestimated!" a viewer expressed confidence in the police's ability to thwart the Dark Law Enforcer this ti.
"Michael sends 30 rockets to the host! — I believe the host definitely has a plan. You keyboard warriors lurking in the shadows, how about shutting up for once?" Amidst the sea of jeers and mockery, this donation ssage stood out, cheering on the beleaguered host. But the support was swiftly drowned out by wave after wave of derisive comnts. Trolls and so-called "moral busybodies" pounced on the host's apparent failure to vent their frustrations, bombarding him with ruthless ridicule and attacks…
"What righteous vigilante? More like a crappy fraud! He's nothing but a cowardly murderer hiding in the shadows. Only brainless idiots with no real-world experience could worship soone like him—it's laughable!" In the comnt section, one particularly venomous viewer hamred away at their keyboard, posting an acerbic tirade laced with scorn. Their words dripped with hostility, each syllable oozing bitterness.
"Live-streaming murders? More like live-streaming your own demise! Host, still feeling cocky now? Go ahead, try flexing again if you dare! If you do, I'll live-stream myself screwing a pig—I'm dead serious!" Another viewer upped the ante with a provocatively absurd remark, their tone drenched in disdain, as though seeking attention by out-outraging everyone else.
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