Chapter 128: Internal Strife
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
Barzel, Paulette, and Barnett were all shocked, not understanding what Morse ant.
Morse opened his palm, and an eyeball lay bloody in his palm.
“The mission said that I only need to dig out an eyeball myself, but it doesn’t say that I have to dig out my own eyeball! Since you want to carry out the mission, then I’ll dig out yours! The first little ga is complete!”
After listening to Morse’s words, the few of them imdiately looked at the mission description on the monitor. Then, they had a look of sudden understanding. At this mont, Rainier’s heart was filled with resentnt.
Seeing this, the bullet screens of the audience in the live broadcast room once again covered the screen.
“F*ck! They are killing their own people!”
“Faster! It’s best if we kill all of them now!”
“Hahaha! Don’t worry. Isn’t it better to slowly torture them to death like this?”
“You’re right. The first ga is so ruthless. Do you think they can still survive after dozens of gas?”
At this ti, Paulette found the dical kit prepared by the Death Inquisitor for them and simply bandaged Rainier. At this ti, the screen on the monitor flashed.
The first mission was completed. The second five-minute countdown began. They waited for the lucky participants to choose a small ga.
Victor, who was outside the court, looked at the protesters at the entrance of the court. The procession had already quieted down. They were sitting on the street and looking at their phones. Even the police who were maintaining law and order were looking at their phones. There were even so police officers and protesters sitting together. They looked at the protesters’ phones and would laugh and chat a little.
Of course, they were watching the live broadcast of death. Perhaps this was the charm of the Death Inquisitor.
He had already inford the San Francisco Police of Ross’s reasoning. The search mission had nothing to do with him.
Just as Victor was lanting over the scene in front of him, his cell phone rang.
Victor’s heart jolted. He thought of that possibility.
He took out his phone and looked at it. Just as he had guessed, the Death Inquisitor had sent him a ssage. The lucky participant this ti was him!
Victor thought for a mont and made a call with his phone.
“Did you receive it?”
The other end of the phone was silent for a mont, just like the last ti they spoke.
“I received it. Did you receive it too?”
Victor did not answer. He just said one sentence. “I got it.”
Then he hung up the phone. He was right. The lucky participants selected by the Death Inquisitor were the sa as him—those who were related to the case or the Death Inquisitor.
Looking at the options on the phone ssage, this ti the choice of the mini-ga was much simpler, and the most difficult one was not that difficult. Without a second of hesitation, Victor made his choice and replied with a ssage.
At this mont, the monitor in the room of five people flashed again.
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The second ga:
Mission 1: Paulette will personally break one person’s collarbone.
Mission 2: the other four people will have sex at the sa ti for a duration of no less than five minutes.
Choose a mission within six minutes to complete, or all the mbers will be punished.
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The next two gas that were given up were very simple.
“F*ck! F*ck them! These participants are really animals!”
After seeing his mission, Barzel started cursing. He was not gay. On the contrary, he was very discriminating towards gays. That kind of behavior made him sick. He had once seen three other people play with adult n, and that scene made him sick. He would never forget that scene for the rest of his life.
Paulette was also very devastated. If he was asked to play with won, he could have done it ten tis in one night. But if he was asked to do such a thing with n, that was a different matter. ‘F * ck! That is absolutely impossible!’ he thought.
The other three people were the sa. They were asked to have sex with the four of them at the sa ti.
How could five people have sex at the sa ti?
Could it be that way?!
F*ck! Impossible!
“Paulette, I don’t care whose collarbone you want to break. The mission this ti must be the one involving you!” Barzel ordered coldly.
Paulette said, “Since you are not willing, I have to break soone’s collarbone. Then choose one of the four of you, just like last ti. Otherwise, you can have sex. There won’t be anything missing anyway!”
Barnett asked coldly, “Why must it be the sa as last ti? You can break your own collarbone too, right?”
The two sides were imdiately at odds.
Rainier laughed sinisterly.
“F*ck!”
“How long has it been? Do we still need to think about such a question? Mission two will not cause any physical harm. Don’t forget that we still have eight missions. No one knows what the next mission is. So we have to reduce the physical torture as much as possible. Only then can we get out alive!”
After saying that, he walked to Paulette’s side.
Morse was stunned for a mont. In the current situation, Barzel and Barnett were working together, while Rainer and Paulette were working together. It was a draw. For a mont, everyone’s eyes were on him.
However, it had to be said that Rainer’s words made sense.
However, Barzel was the best fighter among the five of them. With him around, even if there were only two people fighting against the three of them, it would be enough.
“Breaking a collarbone is actually not a big problem!”Morse said as he picked up the fruit knife on the table and walked to Barzel’s side.
Barzel patted Morse’s shoulder with great appreciation.
Three against two.
Paulette gritted his teeth.
Then, he picked up the sledgehamr from the props prepared by the Death Judge.
Crack!
The sledgehamr broke the left collarbone.
However, the pain of breaking the collarbone still made Paulette break out in cold sweat. His entire shirt was soaked.
At this mont, the monitor flashed again. The second ga was completed, and the third five-minute countdown began.
In the office of Zero Major Cris Unit of the New York Police Departnt...
Willie looked at the ssage on his phone. Without even looking up at the crowd, he imdiately made a decision. Just now, he was regretting why he wasn’t chosen. Now, of course, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
The five of them looked at the countdown on the display.
It had just begun, but it had already ended. The display showed the third ga.
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The third ga:
Mission 1: Morse will use a sledgehamr to break his left foot bone. The bone has to be broken into more than eight pieces.
Mission 2: Barzel will walk behind another door and pick up the mirror that had fallen from the flower bed outside.
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At the bottom of the monitor were still two very simple mini-gas that had been abandoned.
“F*ck! Why is it so fast this ti! Who exactly is it? If I get out of here alive, I’ll definitely kill you!”
Willie saw this scene in the live broadcast room and snorted disdainfully. ‘Just you?’ he thought coldly.
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