Chapter 795: Chapter 27: Dare to Co?_2
Jason never disappointed them.
Not before.
Not now.
And certainly not in the future.
"Go Jason!”
"Take down the other bastards!”
"You’re the strongest!”
…
Fans of Jason began furiously typing on their keyboards.
Although they still had no idea what was going on, why the livestream had started without reaching the finals in Zone F of the “ga”, it didn’t stop them from supporting Jason.
Moreover, more and more people were flooding into Jason’s livestream.
So were just curious.
Others were supporters of the “Electric Demon” originally.
As the “Electric Demon” died and the livestream went completely dark, these fans first sat stunned, then a portion of them cursed and left the livestream.
The rest ca to Jason’s livestream.
They were simply curious.
They started watching this big guy wearing a mask, silent as a mute.
Jason noticed the movent of the surveillance caras.
"Has the entire building’s ’ergency asures’ failed?”
While searching the “Electric Demons body, Jason thought to himself.
Just a mont ago, these surveillance caras had been stiff and fixed to the walls, showing no signs of movent.
Now they were moving.
They were obviously being manipulated.
And in this building, there shouldn’t be a few who could manipulate these caras–the top executives, middle managent, and so of the ‘contacts’ all had the capability.
But at this mont, after the Brutalizer held the ‘carnival’, the only ones left able to manipulate the caras were the building’s top executives.
Including Losa 11.
It could only be Losa 11.
The other executives were clearly involved in the ‘carnival’, one way or another.
Perhaps they were deceived.
Or perhaps they participated willingly.
And whether it was one way or the other, if she was the “Planner” behind the scenes, she’d definitely “urge” these capable assistants to further undermine the building’s defense system.
For example: “confining” ergency asures.
For example: “inciting” him or them to take out Losa 11, creating even more chaos.
Although Jason still didn’t understand the adversary’s real motive now, their approach had always been accompanied by “destruction”.
From small to large.
Like a snowball growing as it rolls.
Thus, if there was a chance to cause greater “destruction”, the adversary would naturally be willing.
And all Losa 11 was left with was “seeking help”!
When conventional thods were futile, all that remained was to use “live broadcasting” as a cry for help.
And this was also what the Planner behind the scenes was pleased to see.
What’s greater “destruction” than taking out a Losa 11?
Of course, it’s to take out all mbers of the Losa family who co to support!
Accomplishing this wasn’t difficult.
In fact, in so ways, it was quite simple.
Just plant bombs inside this building!
After an explosion, only ruins would remain.
Everything, whether the supporting Losa family mbers or Losa 11 himself, would be buried.
Of course, the Planner’s “traces” would also vanish among them.
"One ring to the next, almost a completely targeted arrangent,”
"Perfect.”
"And clear.”
"Starting with Send 9, no, not with Send 9, the Planner had begun long before that; Send 9 was only the start of the plan.”
"What exactly does the adversary want to do?”
Jason couldn’t believe soone went through all this “effort” just for the sake of “destruction.”
Unless they were a lunatic who relished in destruction.
But if that were the lunatic in question, there would be more direct thods than this elaborate charade.
As Jason pondered, he stood up.
He found nothing noteworthy on the “Electric Demons body.
That mutation?
Jason was no scientist; he didn’t know how to collect it.
He was just a “foodie.”
After confirming there was no scent of any “food”, he abandoned the idea completely.
Besides, even if there were, Jason wouldn’t have taken any further action.
As a “foodie”, Jason had his standards.
Standards of humanity.
Jason continued towards the upper floors.
He hoped to find “food”.
So, Jason was exceedingly ticulous.
He “cleared” each floor thodically.
The Brutalizers encountered him one after another.
Each encounter ended with a single strike.
Without exception.
These criminals, perverts, believed beyond normal human imagination to be Brutalizers, were less dangerous to Jason than the everyday pedestrians of Nightless City.
Not just in terms of strength.
Perhaps, in terms of strength, these individuals were more formidable than the pedestrians of Nightless City.
But their behavioral patterns?
They were immature to the extre.
No concealnt, no tricks.
They would just roar and charge straight at you upon sight, engaging in a brute force clash.
Jason enjoyed this.
He liked enemies who were straightforward.
Especially those less powerful than him.
"Is it because of the ‘ga’ that they’ve turned out this way?”
"Truly, the ‘taming’ effect is significant.”
Jason thought to himself.
The image of a lab rat pressing a button to receive food, then hamring away at it obliviously and tirelessly, forgetting everything else, ca to his mind.
Didn’t the “Brutalizers” resemble that?
Maybe not in appearance.
But on the inside?
Exactly the sa.
They had truly beco re materials for “entertainnt.”
Perhaps it was bloody.
But the essence remained the sa.
And as for that bit of bloodshed?
Nobody cared.
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