Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 147

Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

In the morning, a ray of sunlight shone on Jack's face through the gaps in the curtains, waking him up from his bed.

He turned on his phone and casually looked at the news feed as usual. As expected, it was all about the live broadcast of the execution of the gut-cutters the previous day.

“San Francisco Judge Harriman Accepted a Bribe and Sentenced the Gut-Cutter to Imprisonment! The Gut-Cutter Counterattacked!”

“More than 100 million people around the world watched the live broadcast of the death yesterday!”

“More Than 100 Million People Around the World Watched the Live Broadcast of the Death Yesterday!”

“During the 'Make America Great Again' Protest March, More Than 400 People Were Injured, 14 Were Seriously Injured, and Three Died. Are the Law Enforcers Protecting the People or Harming Them?”

“The Governor of California Has Personally Promised To Amend the State Laws”

“The Governor of California Has Praised the Death Inquisitor for Upholding Justice. Will This Be the Beginning of the Government Accepting the Live Broadcast of Death?”

“The Hero Sheriff, Victor, Who Had Previously Captured the Gut-Cutter, Discovered That the Place of Execution Was in the Basement of the Court! The Death Inquisitor Has Once Again Deceived Everyone!”

“Reveal the Background of the Bowman. The Cousin of One of the Bowmen, Pollitt, Is a Mexican Drug Lord! He Once Raped the Daughter of the Mayor of Mexico City!”

“Judges Protect Criminals, 'Criminals' Uphold Justice. Can We Still Believe in the Law?”

News like these flooded the phone screen. Jack could already foresee the events that would follow this live broadcast.

Jack clicked on the second to the last message and scrolled to the comments section.

“I didn't expect that Paulette was telling the truth during the live broadcast yesterday. I thought he was bragging!”

“What an animal! His whole family is an animal. This cousin isn't good either. There are so many things that haven't been reported. It's worse than digging out intestines!”

“The Mexican drug lords can reach out to the United States and control the judges in the United States to judge cases. It's simply too terrifying!”

“Yesterday, before the judge started broadcasting, he watched the live broadcast on television. That fat judge is simply too disgusting! I really don't know how he dared to sentence him to imprisonment!”

“I can't believe the court in the future!”

“Didn't you watch the comments on the live broadcast? This judge has judged many innocent cases, and who knows how many victims there are!”

“It's better to believe in the law than the Death Inquisitor. I only hope that the Death Inquisitor is a team player, so at least we can judge more bad people!”

“It makes me want to join the Death Inquisitor, but I don't know if they're willing to accept me!”

“There was reliable news from the New York police before. The Inquisitor is a single person, not a team!”

“The Death Judge's live broadcast this time is simply too strong! From the beginning to the end, it was high-powered!”

“That's right! He fooled those people!”

“I can't wait to see the judge's next live broadcast!”

“I'm from New York. Ever since the judge appeared, I feel that the city is much safer!”

“I'm also from New York. Now, there are fewer people outside at night who seem to have problems. I think they don't dare to come out anymore!”

Looking at the comments, the corners of Jack's mouth rose slightly, revealing a dangerous smile.

“Drug lord.”

“Michelson.”

Jack turned off his phone, his eyes revealing a hint of danger.

Michelson was going to be executed sooner or later. Compared to the gut-wrenching hand, Paulette's cousin was the real evil.

But for now, they wouldn't touch him. As for the next target, it had already been decided.

At this time, in Mexico City, 2,000 miles away from Jack…

In a tall building, a man angrily smashed the gold bar in his hand onto the ground. The heavy gold bar was smashed into a corner.

It was Michelson.

Michelson felt that it was not enough to vent his anger, so he smashed another antique crystal cup.

Rokamen, who was standing at the side, remained silent and let Michelson vent his anger.

“This damn guy, how dare he kill Paulette!”

“No matter how useless he is, he is still my cousin! How dare he ignore my promise!”

“Rokamen, immediately mobilize all our manpower in the United States. We must find the true identity of this grim reaper!”

“I don't care if he is the grim reaper or the Death Judge. He must pay the price for Paulette's death!”

Michelson continued to chop up a few antiques and temporarily calmed his anger. He clenched his teeth as he spoke, but the murderous intent in his eyes could not be concealed.

Rokamen calmly said, “Yes, boss. I've already sent the idle people to look for clues about the Grim Reaper yesterday. I'll send all of them out now.”

“It's just that even the American police have sent so many experts, but they haven't found any clues about the grim reaper. After all, we're in Mexico, and we only have less than 500 people in the United States. The chance of finding the grim reaper is not high. Should we send 11 out?”

The man's dangerous gaze appeared in Michelson's mind, and his pupils suddenly contracted. Fearfully, he said, “Fine! Let him go to New York right now! Only he can deal with the god of death. He's also a damn guy. Last time, he dared to ignore my words in public!”

“Boss, why do you care about an assassin? He's just a boor. As long as you say the word, he won't be able to stay in the whole of Mexico,” Rokamen complimented with a smile.

“If this d*mn guy had your emotional intelligence, it would be perfect.”

Michelson knew that Rokamen was complimenting him, but he was also very pleased. He added, “Right, tell him that as long as this thing is done, this number.”

As he said this, Michelson extended a finger. Rokamen nodded and took out his phone to make a call.

At the beach in the Maldives…

A short-haired man in swimming trunks was lying on a beach chair, enjoying the sun.

The man looked very ordinary, but his sharp eyes were like sharp daggers.

Next to him were two beautiful women who were applying sunscreen on him. The two sexy women were wearing bikinis, which made their tall figures even more attractive.

The man reached out and touched their butts. Not only did the two of them not refuse, but they also grabbed the man's hand and pressed it against his fair and plump chest, squeezing it hard and letting out a series of soft gasps.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Interrupting this wonderful moment, the man frowned, took a look at the phone, and then picked up the phone.

“Didn't I tell you that I need to take two weeks off?” the man said impatiently.

An indifferent voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

“Eleven, this time, the boss is the one who spoke personally, and you will definitely be interested in the target. It's death!”And the boss said that after this is completed, there will be a reward.”

When the man who was called Eleven heard the word 'death,' he immediately pushed away the two beauties who were pressing on his body. Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, he immediately said, “I'll take it.” Then, he hung up the phone.

“Grim Reaper? Interesting!”

Eleven licked the scar at the corner of his mouth and spoke in a low voice. His eyes were filled with excitement.

Chapter end