Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 276 – The Police Arrived

“This game setup is not bad. There are two choices. No matter what you choose, you have to suffer a lot. It's a good opportunity to torture them.”

“Actually, I'm more curious about what the device behind them is. It looks very sophisticated.”

“Don't worry. As long as they don't die in this round, they will definitely come in handy. Of course, the good stuff will have to be revealed in the end.”

The netizens were excitedly posting the news in the live broadcast room. Ross and the others were analyzing the game settings for this round.

“I think they can climb up the gasoline barrel and push it into the mud. Won't the fire be extinguished?” Loggins frowned.

Ross shook his head and said, “You're thinking too simply. Even if they push the gasoline barrel into the water, the density of the cars will be smaller than anyone else. In the end, they will still float up. Moreover, the villagers on the shore have the heart to kill them. Even if the fire is put out, there will be hundreds of cigarette butts flying over. They still won't be able to escape the fate of being burned. This method doesn't work in the first place. There's another problem. If they push the car down, the iron chains will disappear. What will they use to stabilize their bodies?”

Hiss!

“Now that you mention it, it's really not simple.” Loggins took a deep breath.

“See if you can step into the water and come out after the car burns up,” Willie said.

Deputy Director Kermie shook his head and said, “The middle of the swamp is four or four meters high. The gasoline won't spread too much. It's enough to burn for four to five minutes. Unless they have a simple breathing device, they will suffocate to death.”

While they were discussing, Monica looked out of the window. She was thinking about a crucial question.

And this question was said calmly by the drunkard beside her.

“Actually, we don't need to think so much. We only need to figure out one question. How did the Death Inquisitor send them in?”

His words woke her up from her dream.

Other than Monica, the carriage was filled with gasps of cold air.

'That's right, so how did we neglect this question? There were swamps all around. How did the Death Inquisitor send them in?'

After Jack finished explaining the rules of the game, Tom roared. His eyes were filled with fear. “You clearly want us to die.”

Others might not be familiar with this swamp, but he knew very well that there were countless deep pits in it. There was no chance of survival if you fell into it. It was like a devil, sucking you tightly and pulling you into the abyss.

Those who did not know the swamp's devouring power had no idea how terrifying it was.

So from the start of the live broadcast until now, the three of them did not dare to move because they knew better than anyone else that the more you struggled, the faster you sank.

They knew that there was only one choice in the second round of the game.

“Death Judge, I am innocent. Everything was instructed by them. I beg you to be merciful. I will be a good person in the future,” Jeff said.

Charles sneered and mocked him. “You are indeed a dog that bites people. Do you think the Death Inquisitor will let you go? Stop dreaming. If you die, you are not innocent at all.”

“You old fart. If you die, it will be because of your old bones. It will definitely be very enjoyable when they burn up.” Jeff's face was full of malice.

“Shut the f*ck up!” At this time, Tom's gaze was fierce. “Don't you realize that the Death Inquisitor's first round was to disintegrate us? We were fooled. Now for the second round, if you don't want to be burned to death, there must be a shortcut.”

Shortcut?!

That's right, both of them suddenly remembered that the death broadcast would always secretly have a better method.

This method might not necessarily let them get away, but it was definitely better than the two options above.

What was it?

Tom racked his brain and finally gave up. He shouted at the people. “What shortcut is it? Whoever says it, I'll give him a million dollars.”

“It's not like there's no shortcut. I'll tell you if you call me grandpa three times.”

“Just drink the gasoline and the fire will go out. It's such a simple thing, yet you have to let Grandpa tell you.”

“If you lower your head into the mud, drowning yourself is also a way to avoid the fire.”

“Haha! Three idiots. They still expect us to save him at this time. How ridiculous. I want to kill him with a fart.”

The three people's faces turned completely black from all the comments. In the past, they were all in high positions and had never heard such vulgar words. However, now that their lives were hanging by a thread, they could not care less even if they wanted to.

At this moment, the police car finally arrived at the live broadcast site. Ross and the others quickly got out of the car and charged forward with live ammunition.

“Please move aside. The police are handling the case.”

The imposing manner of these people was really impressive. They were like fierce tigers. The key was that each of them had rounds of live ammunition in their hands. They did not encounter any obstacles and walked from the back of the crowd to the front.

“F*CK! F*ck, who the f*ck is squeezing in front?”

One of the bald men cursed and glanced back. Dozens of policemen with assault rifles stared at him and his expression immediately changed. “All right, all right. You guys have the biggest hang. I'll give it to you. I'll see how you get there.”

When Ross came to the forefront, there was a dark sludge in front of him. There was still dead water floating on it. The calm atmosphere was shrouded with an ominous and deadly aura.

“Everyone, be careful,” Ross roared.

Ross looked at Tom and the other two. They were in the middle of the swamp. There was not even a blade of grass around them. What the hell? How did they get there?

There were no boats around them. There was not even any means of transportation. Could it be that they really flew there?

'F*ck, if only there was a helicopter.'

Ross cursed in his heart. How did the Death Inquisitor do it?

At this moment, when Tom and the other two saw Ross, their eyes were filled with a strong desire to survive.

“Police comrade, help! I surrender myself. Quickly save me.”

“I'm Tom. I don't want to be burned to death. Save me!”

“What are you guys still doing here? Quickly think of a way to get us out.”

The three of them shouted loudly. Their pleas stimulated the nerves of Ross and the others. When Ross heard them confess their crimes in the first round, he wished that he could shoot them to death. But at this moment, if he just watched them being executed by the Death Inquisitor, he might as well hide in the police station and not come out.

“Death Inquisitor, even if you are the inquisitor, there should be laws governing execution of criminals. You don't have the right to execute them. I demand that you stop immediately,” Ross shouted at the pitch-black night sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out in the crowd.

“Host, I beg you to continue the trial. We support you.”

As soon as this voice fell, thousands of people seemed to be infected and immediately shouted in unison.

“Execute them and continue with the trial. We support you.”

The voice shook the entire area. Even the surface of the water rippled, causing Ross's head to buzz.

“They're rebelling. They're all rebelling.” Ross was so angry that his face was livid.

“Pull up the police cordon.”

The police officers quickly pulled up the police cordon, but the people did not retreat much. There was no difference between pulling up the police cordon and not pulling up the cordon.

Ross glanced around. This was a critical moment, so he could not be bothered.

“Drunkard, do you have any ideas?”

“Monica, do you have any feasible ideas?!”

When Ross asked them, he was also racking his brain. He even put himself in the middle of it. If he fell into a swamp, what should he do?

But, damn it, he could not think of anything.

Cough, cough!

The drunkard suddenly made a sound.

Everyone looked at him. The drunkard rolled his eyes. “What's wrong? My throat is uncomfortable. Can't I even cough?”

Everyone was speechless. Ross also gave up on relying on the drunkard and Monica.

Chapter end