Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 805: 404 Dilapidated Factory Building

“Yeah, I think so too. Think about it, if you only needed one or two people’s red liquid, there would be no need to make five circular holes.”

“I think the host never intended to kill them directly from the start. You see, in the first level, as long as one person got the key to unlock the collar, everyone could get their key. In this second level, five circular holes mean five people can donate blood simultaneously, so each only needs to donate 300 milliliters of red liquid to pass.”

“Listening to you, it all seems to make sense. But why didn’t the host just directly kill these scumbags who have done such unconscionable things?”

“It’s because of hope. If people are placed in a hopeless situation with no hope of living, their resistance will be much smaller. The host set up the mechanism like this to give these scumbags a glimmer of hope for survival. With hope, they’ll obediently participate in the game.”

“I think the person above is only half right. There’s another layer of meaning in what the host is doing, which is to give us viewers a warning that as long as there is hope, we must strive to live and never walk the path of crime.”

“Listening to your analysis, I suddenly feel the host is amazing and great.”

“Cut it out, what’s so great about him? He’s just a killer, doing this only to satisfy his twisted desire to kill. Don’t think of him as so noble!”

“You keyboard warriors always love to use the most malicious thoughts to speculate about others. If the host really was a twisted killer, wouldn’t he have come to your house and captured you by now? Yet you can still mouth off here?”

“Exactly, you trolls are simply unreasonable!”

While the viewers in the live broadcast room were arguing fiercely about Lin Mo’s intentions, Tom from the special task force and Sofia, acting captain of the Los Angeles City Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Team, drove to the gate of an abandoned factory on the outskirts along the back door of Bo’ai Orphanage.

Tom from the special task force sat in the driver’s seat, his hands steadily gripping the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the dilapidated factory building in the distance, and asked in a low voice: “What makes you think they’d be here?”

Sofia thought for a moment, extended a finger, and said: “First, I heard shots and rushed into the room, and it was at most twenty minutes before the Dark Law Enforcer started the live broadcast, so the incident location couldn’t be too far from the orphanage.

Second, looking at the layout of the room in the live broadcast, it looks like an abandoned building. Most of the abandoned buildings around here are factories. Choosing an abandoned factory can disperse the police’s search forces, giving the host enough time.

Considering these two points, plus a third point, a woman’s intuition, I think the Dark Law Enforcer must be in there!”

The burly, muscular Tom nodded, sighed, and said: “Well, since there are no other leads now, if you think it’s here, let’s go in and take a look. You stick behind me and stay safe.”

After saying this, Tom opened the car door, got out, and then pulled a Glock 10mm police pistol from his waist. His right hand tightly gripped the gun, while his left hand took a small flashlight from his pocket. His right hand was steadily mounted on his left wrist, turning on the flashlight, crouching, and quickly walked towards the door of the abandoned factory.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Sofia saw Tom from the task force get out of the car and quickly opened the car door, crouched cautiously, and followed behind Tom. She also took out her gun from the black holster at her waist. Sofia was using a Type 92 9mm standard police pistol, which wasn’t as powerful as Tom’s Glock but was sufficient for cover.

Thus, one after another, they cautiously stepped into the door of the abandoned factory.

On the other side, Oscar and Mark, standing in the room, remained silent for a long time. Finally, Mark broke the silence: “Brother Oscar, time is running out, let’s go together. We can only rely on luck now, hoping that someone will rescue us before we lose too much blood.”

Standing beside him, Oscar remained expressionless the whole time, his eyes flashing with a cold light, his right hand stuck in his pocket, thinking about something unknown.

After hearing Mark’s words, Oscar hesitated for a moment but finally nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the chainsaw inside the iron box was spinning rapidly, emitting a chilling buzzing sound. Below the chainsaw was a slender groove connecting to a tube. It seemed that as long as a hand was extended in, the red liquid would flow along the groove, through the tube, and finally into the beaker.

The two stood in front of the iron box for a long time, neither of them intending to act first, seemingly waiting for the other to extend their hand.

At this moment, Mark glanced at the countdown, which had only three minutes left, and finally made a move.

At this critical juncture, Mark saw the countdown with only three minutes left and could no longer hold back; he took action.

Mark clenched his right fist, and the three keys he picked up in the first room were inserted between his fingers. The sharp parts of the keys protruded, shining with a cold light. He suddenly spun around, his right fist swung swiftly at Oscar’s neck like a bullet from a gun.

Seeing this, Oscar instinctively took a step back and, in the pandemonium, narrowly dodged Mark’s unexpected punch.