Chapter 215: The Lair Was Exposed, and the Countdown to the Live Broadcast Began
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
As the seconds ticked by, the official thread that Judy posted on Twitter was flooded with comnts in less than five minutes.
“It’s really not easy. It’s almost midnight, and you’re still working hard at your post.”
“Is there a need to work so hard? Anyway, the Death Inquisitor will be live broadcasting at 12 o’clock. We’ll be busy until the last scene is empty, and it won’t be enough!”
“There are all kinds of comnts on the internet. The comnts are much more interesting than Twitter itself.”
At this ti, the live broadcasting platform on the internet also exploded. The number of active online users soared. One million, five million, ten million...Everyone seed to be on stimulants.
The technical staff and the operation staff all stayed up late to work overti. Even the boss of the live broadcasting platform personally went on stage to accompany the technical staff in their struggle.
“Chairman, we will definitely break the record this ti and set a new peak.” The operations manager was a charming woman in her thirties.
She wore a business suit, a white shirt, a mini skirt, and silk stockings, outlining her slender and round thighs.
She flirtatiously placed the chairman’s big hand on her waist and gently rubbed it up and down. Her breath was like silk, and her eyes were vast and clear.
It was like a pool of rippling spring water.
Listening to the technicians continuously counting, the number of people grew higher and higher. The director, Brooke, was grinning from ear to ear. It was his first ti staying up to watch a live broadcast.
But this ti, it was worth it.
Not only was there the Death Inquisitor’s live broadcast, but there were also beautiful won accompanying them. It was the hard work of a group of technicians.
Life was so wonderful. It was no wonder that everyone was infatuated.
In the beginning, Brooke was worried that the Death Inquisitor would be targeted by the higher-ups when he was broadcasting live on their platform. But now that he realized that even the police were so powerless, he completely let go of himself.
He was not the only one who was happy. Even the other live broadcasts on the platform were so happy that they could not close their mouths.
The Death Inquisitor did not have a fixed live broadcast room. This ti, the fans were scattered, so they were allocated to other live broadcast rooms. During this ti, all the strears found that their number had soared by 30,000 to 40,000 people.
“Netizens, welco to my live broadcast room. Next, I’ll sing a song for everyone. Those who have a plane, please leave.” The live strears who were just about to leave the live broadcast saw the soaring number of online viewers, and they all resurrected on the spot.
They displayed 18 different martial arts. So were singing, so were dancing, and so were even crazier. After a while, they almost broke their waists.
However, the netizens did not buy it. The bullet comnts were getting more and more piercing.
“Strear, don’t waste your ti. Our gifts are all for the judge. Don’t fantasize about it.”
“We’re only staying here temporarily. Don’t think too much. I’m waiting for the death broadcast. If you’re not willing, I’ll wait elsewhere.”
“Other than the death broadcast, my tears can’t hold any other strears.”
The bullet screen was filled with comnts about the Death Inquisitor. Two words flooded the screen.
This made the other strears extrely depressed. One after another, they began to doubt their lives. Could it be that they were no longer beautiful? Was their makeup that day not beautiful enough? Why did the netizens not buy it?
At this mont, Willie and the drunkard were searching the suburbs in a helicopter. Ross’s image was transmitted from the screen. “How’s the search going? Did you find any suspicious vehicles?”
Through the video, he saw that the drunkard was still sleeping soundly. His face stiffened. “Willie, wake him up. He’s not here to sleep.”
Willie kicked him directly.
“Ah!”
Following a scream, the drunkard felt a pain in his butt and exploded from his sleep. He looked around and heard Ross’s angry voice. He could not help but curl his lips.
Just as he was about to say sothing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of white and shouted, “This is it. Get down.”
Before Willie could react, the plane flipped and stopped in front of the abandoned factory. A white Wuling Grand Light was parked inside the factory. The license plate was covered with a black cloth. It was clearly the main character of the surveillance.
At this mont, the drunkard got down from the plane. The mont he got down, his gaze instantly beca extrely sharp. Even Ross could feel the sharpness of his gaze through the screen. It was like a machete that had been sealed for many years. It had suddenly shed its rust, revealing its own sharpness.
“Don’t move!”
At this mont, the drunkard roared. He looked around and walked to the front of the van. He walked around the van and saw that the door of the passenger seat was ajar.
“Wear gloves!”
Seeing the drunkard reach out and pull the door, Willie shouted.
But the drunkard seed to not hear him. He stuck his head into the driver’s seat to take a look. Then he sat in the passenger seat. He flipped left and right before getting off and squatting on the ground.
“You can’t do this. You’re destroying evidence.”
As Ross said this, the drunkard’s sharp gaze suddenly shot towards Ross. This gaze directly made Ross’s heart turn cold.
“The murderer is 170-175 centiters tall, and he drove a 1.6 liter car away. Southwest direction. I’ll leave the rest to you guys.”
Ross was stunned. Willie was also stunned.
How did he figure it out?
It was too weird.
How did you figure out that the evidence was real or the killer’s car? How did he figure it out?
It was a little unbelievable!
But now was not the ti to think about it. Ross imdiately roared, “Willie, move quickly. We have to seize every second.”
Judy pulled out the entire New York City’s population records and half a year’s worth of consumption records and began to check.
“Two, three, four, follow the direction of one imdiately and provide imdiate support,” Ross ordered through the communication device.
“Understood!”
As the voice ca, the helicopter following behind made a U-turn and flew straight to helicopter one.
At around 11:30 PM, Judy locked onto the suspect.
“Team Leader, we found it. Bopson, a Colombian. His various abnormal behaviors completely fit the characteristics of the suspect. In addition, in the past ten days of online records, he focused on the news about Jenny and the Death Judge. He also browsed our Twitter many tis. I locked onto his IP, which is also within the scope of our investigation.”
Ross was pleasantly surprised.
“Nice, Judy, send the location to Willie and order them to hurry to the location. We must catch him.”
“Yes!”
After Willie received the location ssage, he flew directly to the target location. The second, third, and fourth helicopters followed closely behind. The four helicopters ford a formation of one in front and three behind.
Not long after, they saw a lonely bungalow. The lights were on in the house, but there were no cars in the yard.
Willie and the drunkard got off the plane and looked around the yard. They found that there were tire tracks in the southeast corner of the yard. They had a bad premonition.
“Team leader, we found the yard, but there are no cars. The suspect may have escaped,” Willie reported.
Ross’s face turned dark when he heard that. He quickly said, “Search all units one, two, and three. Air Alert Four, move out.”
“Yes!”
Everyone divided their work and carried out a detailed and comprehensive search of the courtyard. In the end, they found nothing.
The drunkard looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. Seeing this, Willie pushed him with his hand. He did not understand what was so good about a painting. It was not a famous painting. It was just an ordinary performance art and looked similar to a western oil painting.
In the painting, a naked woman was half lying on the bed and stared flirtatiously. Willie shook his head and said, “Move that painting away!”
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