Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

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"Oh, it's too cruel, I really can't stand to watch any more. Even if she's a murderer, she shouldn't be subjected to such inhumane torture!" remarked the "audience with a Holy Mother mindset," once again voicing their sympathy.

"A Holy Mother is always a Holy Mother, only seeing the surface and never considering the innocent victims she harmed. I'm too tired to argue with you!" responded the "displeased with Holy Mother remarks" audience member disdainfully.

In the live room, viewers saw the horrific scene of Alicia after retrieving the key from the aqua regia, and the bullet screen became instantly turbulent as all sorts of comments and emotions intertwined.

But just at that moment, a mishap occurred. Alicia's arm suddenly shook, and the key, which was originally clamped between the bones of her index and middle fingers, unexpectedly fell to the ground with a crisp clink.

"No!"

Alicia waved her hands frantically, her eyes filled with despair, repeatedly shouting. She knew in her heart that without the key, it meant certain death.

"Tick tock, tick tock, click!"

The timer's hands stopped moving, and Lin Mo's cold, merciless voice timely rang out: "game over!"

As this cold voice fell, the device attached to Alicia's upper body suddenly exerted force, splitting open her chest and abdomen along with her flesh and ribs, instantly disemboweling her.

A large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain, even splattering onto the face of Jack Thompson (formerly Zhang Panshi) bound at the other end of the room. Pink intestines, dark red liver, and spleen separated from Alicia's body, sliding to the ground.

The live room viewers could even clearly see her grayish-white lungs and the scarlet heart still faintly beating.

At this moment, the camera slowly zoomed out, revealing a terrifying scene to the live room viewers. The metal pieces on the device clutched Alicia's flesh and ribs, spread open to her sides like giant wings, with her hands and head hanging limply, appearing from afar like a death angel fallen into hell, exuding a fearsome aura...

The bloody aftermath and looming crisis in the Dark Live Room

In Los Angeles, USA, a bustling city with hidden currents, Lin Mo, the "Dark Law Enforcer," was broadcasting a horrifying scene. As the so-called "Death Angel" device opened and disemboweled Alicia Linder (formerly Cui Xue Li), the camera in the live room progressively zoomed in, giving an extremely clear close-up of her dissected body.

The blood surged out from the terrifying, hideous wound like a tempestuous waterfall, and the pink intestines hung limply on the ground. The entire scene was extremely gory, and the terrifying atmosphere projected from the screen.

"My God, it scared me to death! Streamer, I strongly suggest giving a warning next time about such high-intensity scenes!" a viewer nicknamed "fearful audience" exclaimed in panic on the bullet screen.

"Oh my, it's too gory! Fortunately, I study medicine and have seen quite a few bloody scenes, so I can barely handle this level." Although "medical spectator" claimed to withstand it, there was an unmistakable hint of tension in their voice.

"Imported Benz rewarded the streamer with 20 rockets! — Everyone, I really can't hold it in anymore, I'm going to vomit, leaving now!" After expressing their sentiments with a reward, this viewer hastily exited the live room.

"Mu Zixin rewarded the streamer with 10 rockets! — The above one is too spineless; this villain's death should be something we applaud, not be scared of. You ought to learn from me; I'm watching the live stream in the bathroom to save from vomiting everywhere," joked the "daring teaser" on the bullet screen.

The live room audience sent torrents of bullet screen comments, trying to obscure the terrifying, bloody visuals. Those who were once Alicia's fans were now scared out of their wits, hastily fleeing the live room.

Just then, Lin Mo's cold, piercing voice rang out again in the live room: "Dear viewers, before judging Jack Thompson (formerly Zhang Panshi), let's watch a good show."

Hearing this, the live room viewers' curiosity was immediately piqued, and they all speculated about what kind of "good show" could make the cold-hearted Dark Law Enforcer pause his judgement.

Subsequently, the camera in the live room shifted, showcasing a dim and eerie room to everyone. In the center of the room stood seven people, their gazes as cold as frost, exuding a spine-chilling aura.

After a moment of silence filled the room, Black Mamba, acting as the temporary team leader, took out a phone and dialed a number.

"Boss, the information you provided is incorrect; the target isn't here," Black Mamba said, his voice deep and calm.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the call before a deep voice replied: "Understood, return for now."

Hanging up, Black Mamba coldly ordered, "Retreat!"

"Huh? Why does this room look exactly like the one where Alicia was judged earlier?" asked the "attentive audience" first on the bullet screen.

"Yeah, I noticed too; even the devices inside seem no different," the "agreeing audience" echoed.

"Who exactly are these seven people in the room?" the "curious child" couldn't help but ask.

However, just as the live room audience fervently discussed, the room door suddenly burst open with a loud "bang," immediately followed by over a dozen figures charging in like tigers.

Leading them was a bald brute who, upon entering the room, immediately spotted a person hanging and another seated across. The seven standing in the center were especially conspicuous.

Seeing this, the bald brute instantly recalled the scenes he had seen in the judgement live room, and he was certain that the hanging person must be Alicia, while the seven in the room's center had to be the Dark Law Enforcers they were after!

With this thought, a glint of greed flashed in the bald brute's eyes, and he raised his arm abruptly, pointing at Black Mamba and others, shouting hoarsely, "Brothers, get them! Catch them, and we can claim that hefty bounty!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the bald brute charged forward fiercely, brandishing a shining knife.

"Wow, isn't that the bald man from the west side? He's one of the top three ruthless figures in Los Angeles's underworld, and I've heard there are quite a few lives on his hands—an utterly vicious guy," remarked the "well-informed audience" in the bullet screen.

"The bald guy? I've heard of him too. He's an absolute animal! Last time, he dragged a girl to a hotel and let a dozen of his men gang rape her for two or three days, utterly inhumane!" the "indignant audience" angrily stated.

"A damned beast like him, how is he still alive in this world, why doesn't he just die?" echoed the "righteous indignation-filled audience" with disdain.

"I heard him shout Dark Law Enforcers, could these seven actually be Dark Law Enforcers?" the "puzzled audience" speculated. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire

"No way. They just made a phone call, didn't they? Sounds like they were hired by someone else, not the Dark Law Enforcers themselves," the "rational analyst audience" offered a different viewpoint.

The live room audience intensely discussed while keeping their eyes glued to the broadcast. In the footage, Black Mamba and his group, upon seeing the intruders, displayed an even colder aura, almost simultaneously and harmoniously drawing their personal weapons.

Black Mamba's weapon was a silvery metal pen that seemed utterly ordinary from the outside. He deftly removed the pen cap, revealing that the pen's tip emitted a chilling gleam. The groove for ink on the nib was much broader and deeper than a regular pen, clearly designed as a blood groove. At the end of the pen was a tiny iron piece, just one-tenth the size of a fingernail, matching the pen's body color such that one wouldn't notice it without careful observation. Grabbing this iron piece allowed one to pull out a hair-thin steel wire from the pen's body.

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