Awakening the Daily Intelligence System Chapter 784 784: just like being under an immobilization spe

Perhaps it was due to the rage overtaking him, or perhaps the poison in his system had started to take full effect. Just after Jack Thompson finished shouting, his eyes suddenly rolled back, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground. His body began convulsing violently, resembling a seizure patient, foam bubbling out of his mouth. He curled into a fetal position, exuding an agonizing appearance. His face contorted with pain, eyes shut tight, and his forehead was drenched in beads of sweat as thick as pearls.

Witnessing Jack Thompson's sudden deterioration, David, who had been wearing a grave expression, looked even worse. Burning with urgency, he shouted, "Get out of the way!" He then swiftly pulled the pistol from his waist in one seamless motion. Gripping the handgun tightly with both hands, he aid firmly at the corner of the glass box, his index finger slowly pressing down on the trigger.

"Bang!" The crisp sound of the gunshot shattered the tension-heavy atmosphere in the room. The previously intact glass, struck by the bullet's impact, instantly fractured into dull-edged, honeycomb-like shards, densely spreading across its entire surface. Countless fine cracks crisscrossed together like an intricate web.

Next, David quickly holstered his firearm, surged forward two steps, and then leaped high into the air, delivering a powerful kick to the already fractured glass. With a loud "crash," the glass finally gave way under the force, shattering extensively.

Seeing David shatter the glass with his gun, the keyboard warriors who had been quiet for only a few seconds suddenly beca energized, jumping back into action like intoxicated zealots.

"I knew it! How could the Dark Law Enforcer ever stand a chance against the police? Now the person's been rescued, the place is surrounded tightly by the authorities, and there's no way the Dark Law Enforcer can escape this ti!" One netizen hurriedly posted in the comnt feed, as if they could already visualize the police capturing the Dark Law Enforcer.

"Haha, what a joke. To the person who just ntioned the old sow, maybe save her for your own pleasure! Man, I wish I could have my turn, but no chance, guess it's all yours!" Another comnter replied in a mocking tone, filled with derision towards the previous boastful participant.

"Waiting for the Dark Law Enforcer to get arrested! If he manages to escape this ti, I'll livestream myself in an intense dialogue with my gay friend—promise fulfilled!" Another viewer boldly declared, seemingly convinced that the Dark Law Enforcer had no hope of escape.

"Even though Jack Thompson's a drug dealer who cruelly tortured and murdered children—heinous cris—only the police have the authority to apprehend him. What the strear is doing here is courting death, utterly foolish!" A comnter lectured from the perspective of "justice," conveniently ignoring Jack Thompson's heinous cris.

As the keyboard warriors beca feverishly excited once more, the scene showed several police officers springing into action. They carefully pulled the unconscious and still convulsing Jack Thompson out of the syringe-filled glass box.

"Quick! Administer the antidote now!" David cried out urgently to the forensics dic accompanying them, his gaze filled with anxiety and concern. After all, if they couldn't save Jack Thompson, all their previous efforts would have been for nothing, and they'd have to face imnse pressure afterward.

The dic didn't dare to delay. He swiftly crouched down, grabbed the syringe containing the antidote from the nearby table, and skillfully inserted it into the vein on Jack Thompson's arm. Slowly, he pushed the syringe's plunger, injecting the antidote bit by bit into his body.

Fortunately, the antidote took effect remarkably quickly. The mont it entered his system, the violent convulsions wracking Jack Thompson's body began to subside. Observing this, the criminal investigators present all breathed a collective sigh of relief. As long as Jack Thompson could be saved, the pressure from their superiors and public opinion would significantly decrease.

However, just as everyone thought the crisis had been averted, the countdown tir on the wall reached zero. Imdiately afterward, the Dark Law Enforcer's cold, intimidating voice suddenly reverberated throughout the room: "Ga over!"

The icy declaration had barely left his lips when Jack Thompson, who had lain motionless and calm on the ground, suddenly snapped open his eyes, as if struck by so mysterious force. His expression was filled with agony, his hands instinctively clawing tightly at his own neck, his mouth gaping wide as though unable to breathe. His face rapidly turned red from oxygen deprivation, and his bloodshot eyes radiated terror.

Seeing Jack Thompson's abnormal actions, David's newly cald heart clenched once more. His gaze filled with confusion and worry, unsure of what horrifying events might unfold next…

David looked at Jack Thompson's agonized state, and a strong sense of unease surged within him. Like dark storm clouds, an ominous premonition lood over him, instantly tightening his previously relaxed mood like a taut bowstring.

"dic! Quickly, figure out what's happening to him! Save him now!" David urgently shouted at the forensic dic, his voice brimming with tension and desperation. At that mont, ti felt inseparable from life—every second mattered imnsely.

In this suffocatingly tense mont, Ye Tian's chilling voice once again reverberated through the room: "Heh, don't bother wasting your efforts. High-concentration cyanide has already been injected into his body—he's beyond saving. From the very start, Jack Thompson wasn't poisoned. You're the ones who injected the lethal drug into his veins. You killed him." The voice was like a thunderclap on a clear day, instantly stunning everyone present into frozen shock, their minds blank.

Back in the live-stream chat, the keyboard warriors who had only just returned to fire off more sarcastic comnts froze imdiately when faced with Jack Thompson's near-death state and heard Ye Tian's explosive words. It was as though they'd been hit with an immobilization spell, their bodies stiffening before their screens, their faces pale as if they'd swallowed sothing repulsive. Especially upon seeing counter-argunts in the chat feed attacking their earlier taunts—they felt as if thorns were piercing their backs, their spirits sinking into humiliation.

"Oh my god! So that scumbag wasn't poisoned from the start? And the antidote they injected afterward was actually the toxin? I feel like my brain isn't processing this—it's such an outrageous plot twist!" A comnter exclaid in the live feed, their words laced with disbelief at the shocking revelation.

"Yeah, how incredibly brilliant is the strear's mind? How did he calculate that the police would manage to rescue Jack Thompson before the ti limit? What if they were late and Jack realized he wasn't dying—it would've been so awkward." Another netizen chid in, voicing their confusion at the strear's phenonal, almost superhuman planning.

"To the poster above, did you forget the sea of syringes? Each one was loaded with drugs. When Jack Thompson was rescued, his initial convulsions were just the result of a drug overdose reaction. Don't ask how I know—back in my youth, I was reckless too and had a similar experience." A comnter explained with a hint of nostalgia, as though reliving a regrettable past.

"After hearing all these comnts, I've got to say, the strear is nothing short of a mastermind. Every step was flawlessly calculated, manipulating everyone like pawns in his chess ga. Absolutely brilliant!" A viewer couldn't help but praise the strear's strategic prowess, their words brimming with admiration.