Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Ross's eyes narrowed. All his emotions exploded at that moment. His lips moved slightly, but in the end, he only managed to say one word.

"F*ck! Go to the warehouse immediately!" Ross shouted.

Everyone was stunned. They felt as if there were two big invisible hands. One hand was strangling their necks, and the other hand was continuously slapping them.

The scene of death was really in the police station. This was a f*cking joke!

Soon, everyone gathered with their mouths wide open.

Sure enough, it was really there.

Willie was in charge of sending Loggins to the hospital. Hart began to take photos of the warehouse for a first-class trace examination. Bowman put on gloves, put on his clothes, and dissected Zangwei's body on the spot.

Outside the warehouse, Ross was smoking silently. He was in a terrible mood.

"I think he's not just showing off his skills this time. He seems to be warning us," Monica whispered.

"It's not like that. He must be warning us. But I don't understand. How did he do it?"

"We can only check the surveillance footage."

"It's useless. There are no surveillance cameras here. This warehouse has been abandoned for a year. No one cares about it anymore." Ross sighed and took a deep puff.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang again. It was Willie.

"What's wrong?"

"I just left the police station. There's a large group of reporters blocking the police station's door. You should go and take a look."

"Okay, I got it."

Soon, Ross and Monica arrived at the police station's main entrance. They only saw a group of reporters rushing into the police station like a flood. They kept asking questions, and the loud noise almost blew the police station away.

"F*ck!"

Ross was already in a bad mood. Seeing this scene, his mood became even worse.

Some of the reporters recognized Ross. When they saw the former leader of Task Force Zero coming, they immediately broke through the police at the door and rushed in front of Ross.

"Excuse me, Officer Ross, was it illegal for you to have framed the Death Inquisitor this time? How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Do you plan to let Loggins take the blame himself, just like officer Anthony did last time? You seem to be very good at shirking responsibility."

"Do you really have the ability to arrest the Death Inquisitor?"

Ross could only hear a buzzing sound in his ears. It was like the annoying chirping of cicadas in summer.

"First of all, we didn't intentionally frame him. We indeed encountered a problem with our investigation direction. We will definitely reflect on this problem. Also, as for the Death Inquisitor, we will catch him sooner or later. I swear!"

"Hahaha! Officer Ross is so childish!"

"What I really want to know is this—the Death Inquisitor has tried so many criminals, so why didn't the police do anything to these people before his trial? Is it because the police have failed in their duties, or is it just because you are so incompetent?"

As soon as this question was raised, Ross was furious.

Without the police, why was crime kept at the bare minimum in New York?

Yes, that's right. Of course, there were criminals every now and then, but the police were able to maintain peace and order to some extent.

"That person just now, you have to take responsibility for what you said!"

Ross's voice suddenly became serious. Coupled with his cold and serious gaze, the reporters were shocked.

Ka Ka Ka!

The shutter sound kept ringing.

"Ah! The police threatened me. Everyone saw it. I'm going to have a heart attack! Help!" one of the reporters shrieked.

Ross did not know what to say. He quickly covered his face with his hands.

At this moment, Monica walked over. She glanced at the crowd and said, "Do you see that surveillance camera? That is a surveillance camera with a radio function. We accept formal media interviews, but we do not accept malicious attacks and blackmail. Who said that he had a heart attack just now? Do you want me to get the video out now and post it on the Internet?"

"Ahem. Ma'am, I am all right now. It must not be a heart attack. I might have felt a little uncomfortable just now. I made a mistake."

Monica did not expose him and continued, "Is this really all right? Don't let it relapse. Why don't we go to the hospital to check?"

Just like that, the reporter who was blackmailing was silenced by Monica. He did not dare to speak anymore. When the other reporters saw this scene, they also became serious.

However, at this time, the entire Internet was about to explode and no one could stop it.

During the live broadcast, no one had the time to vindicate the Death Inquisitor. After the live broadcast ended, tens of millions of people gathered together to speak for the Death Inquisitor.

On Twitter and on various online forums—and even on Pornhub—videos of people speaking for the Death Inquisitor appeared.

The experts who had previously jumped out to criticize the Death Inquisitor were now busy deleting their tweets. Some people even deleted all their tweets and changed their names, afraid that they would be caught.

At the same time, because the Zero Major Crimes Unit had previously released information regarding the Death Inquisitor, the news media seemed to have gone crazy as they sent out one news article after another.

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"The Death Inquisitor, The Guardian of New York City!"

"The Live Broadcast of Death, The Nemesis of Evil!"

"The Murder on the Streets: Who Is the Blasphemer of the Law? The Death Inquisitor or the New York Police?"

"The Terminator of Evil, Our True Friend: The Death Inquisitor!"

—

Even the major television and radio programs were talking about it.

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Voice of America: "Today, my theme is 'Evil will be punished, justice is eternal.' He who walks on the edge of evil uses his wisdom to punish every criminal who escapes justice. This is none other than the Death Judge!"

Late Night Road: "Today, we will not talk about our driver friends on the road. Today, we will talk about someone who is regarded as both a criminal and a hero. I believe you have heard his name. Yes, he is the Death Judge!

—

At this time, Jack, glanced at his mobile phone to browse through the news. The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The public now sees him as the avenger or seeker of justice. After all, in the eyes of most people, whether you are playing games or killing people, as long as the people you kill are wicked ones, then you are on the side of justice.

So for all of this, Jack accepted it by default.

After tidying up his clothes and putting a few hundred dollars in his pocket, Jack went downstairs to eat some supper.

The night wind blew on his face, and he felt a little comfortable. Jack leisurely walked along the sidewalk. As he walked, he saw a lot of people surrounded in the distance, and there were lit candles on the ground.

"Sir, you are also here to mourn for Little Bun, right?" said a girl in white who suddenly walked in front of Jack.