Awakening the Daily Intelligence System-Chapter 760 - 321 Timing starts_2

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"Huff... Huff..." Jack Thompson gasped heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably, with waves of spasms coming from his stomach, making his face as pale as paper. However, he also keenly felt that the fishhook was no longer in his stomach but stuck in his esophagus! This brought a glimmer of hope to his heart, believing that if he could just endure a little longer, he might break free from this deadly torture.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the timer beside him, his eyes filled with tension and urgency. Ten seconds left! Time was slipping away like sand in an hourglass, with very little remaining. Jack Thompson knew clearly that he no longer had time to hesitate or pause. He had to pull out the fishhook in one go, or else only death awaited him.

He gritted his teeth, a determined expression on his face, and yanked the fishing line hard!

"Ugh..." Jack Thompson suppressed the excruciating pain, covering his mouth, and let out a low, muffled groan. Immediately, large amounts of blood gushed from between his fingers like a flood, flowing down his fingertips and neck, instantly staining his body in a grisly manner, looking truly terrifying!

"What the hell! The blood spraying is way too exaggerated! It must be fake, no one can squirt out that much blood and not die!" A viewer in the live stream couldn’t help but comment, questioning what they saw.

"You up there, get real! Jack Thompson is the second largest real estate mogul in Los Angeles, with a substantial fortune. Do you think he’d waste his time performing in some staged act? Are you out of your mind?" Another viewer immediately retorted, full of disdain for the former. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

"Exactly, the twisted expression of agony on his face isn’t something that can be faked, anyone can see he’s enduring immense pain for real." Another viewer echoed, empathizing with Jack Thompson’s suffering.

"But isn’t such punishment too excessive, too cruel? After all, he’s a life too," a viewer said with some compassion, a hint of pity in their voice.

"Damn it, why do Holy Mother bitches keep popping up everywhere? If someone demolished your house and cruelly murdered your family while you were asleep, would you still say such things? People like him deserve to die, and letting him endure such little torment is already letting him off easy!" An angry viewer immediately retorted, filled with hate towards Jack Thompson.

"Right, he’s committed so many unforgivable crimes, he deserves to die! This pain is nowhere near enough to offset his sins." Other viewers also expressed agreement, showing no sympathy for Jack Thompson’s plight.

And in the live stream, Jack Thompson was still trembling all over, gasping for breath. After about a second, he mustered all his strength with his right hand to cover his mouth tightly, to prevent any more noises. The fishing line was wrapped several times around his left hand, and then he yanked it up again, his facial muscles twisting into a grimace from the agony.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Jack Thompson kept groaning, his expression becoming extremely grim and grotesque from the intense pain. A large amount of crimson blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, instantly staining his clothes. The blood dripped continuously down his body, forming a shocking blood pool on the ground.

His body trembled incessantly like a leaf in the wind, with cold sweat flowing from his forehead, back, and other places like a spring, mixed with the blood, soaking his clothes thoroughly.

"Ha... Haha... Hahaha..." Just as the audience in the live stream was stunned and murmuring in shock at the ghastly scene, Jack Thompson, sitting in a chair and continuously spouting blood, suddenly started laughing, his laughter filled with madness and despair, sending chills down one’s spine.

Then, he slowly removed his right hand, lowered his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with flesh chunks, a scene that would make one feel nauseous. Meanwhile, his left hand gently pulled outwards, bringing out a fishhook with a key, covered in sticky crimson blood. On the fishhook hung chunks of flesh in various sizes, with thick red-black blood dripping down the edges of the flesh, and the air seemed to be permeated with a strong smell of blood.

"Holy shit, this guy’s hardcore, he managed to yank the fishhook out of his stomach in just a few seconds!" A viewer commented in shock on the bullet screen, finding Jack Thompson’s "courage" unbelievable.

"Jack Thompson spat out so much blood, why isn’t he dead yet? Logically, with such massive bleeding, he should have collapsed long ago," another viewer asked curiously, intrigued by Jack Thompson’s tenacity for survival.

"Gastric bleeding doesn’t immediately lead to death; it requires some time to become life-threatening. However, as it stands, Jack Thompson should have enough time to escape from here and get to a hospital for treatment," a viewer who seemed to have some medical knowledge explained, giving everyone a clearer understanding of Jack Thompson’s condition.

"What now? If Jack Thompson doesn’t die today, there might never be another chance to judge him! Host, think of something, you can’t let him get away like this!" The viewers in the live stream, seeing Jack Thompson holding the fishhook, grew anxious, urging the Dark Law Enforcer, Ye Tian, to quickly take remedial measures, fearing that this heinous criminal would escape punishment.

And in the live stream, Jack Thompson reached out a trembling right hand, detaching the crucial key from the fishhook laden with flesh and blood. His hand shook uncontrollably from the pain and tension, requiring great effort to take the key off. Then he used it to unlock the collar around his neck.

At this point, there were just two seconds remaining. He tossed the collar aside in relief, then slumped back into the chair, as if completely drained of energy. Although the intense pain within him kept crashing against his nerves like waves, he continued to gasp for air, a look of relief on his face, as if he had just returned from a near-death experience.

With a "click," the timer finally stopped. In the silent room, only Jack Thompson’s heavy breathing could be heard.

At that moment, a sudden chime came from the timer. Jack Thompson quickly turned his head, his eyes filled with vigilance and doubt, looking toward the black collar he had thrown to the corner.

The audience in the live stream also fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the collar, filled with anticipation and nervousness, wondering what would happen next.

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However, after waiting for a long time, the collar still lay quietly in the corner, not exploding as they had imagined.

"What’s going on? Didn’t the host say the collar would explode? Why is there no movement? What’s happening?" a viewer asked anxiously on the bullet screen, filled with confusion.

"Is it possible that because the lock was opened, the collar won’t explode? This is so strange," another viewer speculated, trying to find out why the collar hadn’t exploded.

"Impossible! Jack Thompson only unlocked it, the bomb on the collar hasn’t been defused; there’s no reason for it not to explode!" a viewer immediately refuted this guess, insisting that the collar should have exploded.

"Could the bomb be malfunctioning? After all, with such a complex device, who can guarantee it would be foolproof?" A viewer proposed their opinion, thinking that the device might have been faulty.

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