Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 795: Chapter 27: Dare to Come?_2
 

Jason never disappointed them.

Not before.

Not now.

And certainly not in the future.

“Go Jason!”

“Take down the other bastards!”

“You’re the strongest!”

…

Fans of Jason began furiously typing on their keyboards.

Although they still had no idea what was going on, why the livestream had started without reaching the finals in Zone F of the “game”, it didn’t stop them from supporting Jason.

Moreover, more and more people were flooding into Jason’s livestream.

Some were just curious.

Others were supporters of the “Electric Demon” originally.

As the “Electric Demon” died and the livestream went completely dark, these fans first sat stunned, then a portion of them cursed and left the livestream.

The rest came to Jason’s livestream.

They were simply curious.

They started watching this big guy wearing a mask, silent as a mute.

Jason noticed the movement of the surveillance cameras.

“Has the entire building’s ’emergency measures’ failed?”

While searching the “Electric Demon”‘s body, Jason thought to himself.

Just a moment ago, these surveillance cameras had been stiff and fixed to the walls, showing no signs of movement.

Now they were moving.

They were obviously being manipulated.

And in this building, there shouldn’t be a few who could manipulate these cameras–the top executives, middle management, and some of the ‘contacts’ all had the capability.

But at this moment, after the Brutalizer held the ‘carnival’, the only ones left able to manipulate the cameras were the building’s top executives.

Including Losa 11.

It could only be Losa 11.

The other executives were clearly involved in the ‘carnival’, one way or another.

Perhaps they were deceived.

Or perhaps they participated willingly.

And whether it was one way or the other, if she was the “Planner” behind the scenes, she’d definitely “urge” these capable assistants to further undermine the building’s defense system.

For example: “confining” emergency measures.

For example: “inciting” him or them to take out Losa 11, creating even more chaos.

Although Jason still didn’t understand the adversary’s real motive now, their approach had always been accompanied by “destruction”.

From small to large.

Like a snowball growing as it rolls.

Thus, if there was a chance to cause greater “destruction”, the adversary would naturally be willing.

And all Losa 11 was left with was “seeking help”!

When conventional methods were futile, all that remained was to use “live broadcasting” as a cry for help.

And this was also what the Planner behind the scenes was pleased to see.

What’s greater “destruction” than taking out a Losa 11?

Of course, it’s to take out all members of the Losa family who come to support!

Accomplishing this wasn’t difficult.

In fact, in some ways, it was quite simple.

Just plant bombs inside this building!

After an explosion, only ruins would remain.

Everything, whether the supporting Losa family members or Losa 11 himself, would be buried.

Of course, the Planner’s “traces” would also vanish among them.

“One ring to the next, almost a completely targeted arrangement,”

“Perfect.”

“And clear.”

“Starting with Send 9, no, not with Send 9, the Planner had begun long before that; Send 9 was only the start of the plan.”

“What exactly does the adversary want to do?”

Jason couldn’t believe someone went through all this “effort” just for the sake of “destruction.”

Unless they were a lunatic who relished in destruction.

But if that were the lunatic in question, there would be more direct methods than this elaborate charade.

As Jason pondered, he stood up.

He found nothing noteworthy on the “Electric Demon”‘s body.

That mutation?

Jason was no scientist; he didn’t know how to collect it.

He was just a “foodie.”

After confirming there was no scent of any “food”, he abandoned the idea completely.

Besides, even if there were, Jason wouldn’t have taken any further action.

As a “foodie”, Jason had his standards.

Standards of humanity.

Jason continued towards the upper floors.

He hoped to find “food”.

So, Jason was exceedingly meticulous.

He “cleared” each floor methodically.

The Brutalizers encountered him one after another.

Each encounter ended with a single strike.

Without exception.

These criminals, perverts, believed beyond normal human imagination to be Brutalizers, were less dangerous to Jason than the everyday pedestrians of Nightless City.

Not just in terms of strength.

Perhaps, in terms of strength, these individuals were more formidable than the pedestrians of Nightless City.

But their behavioral patterns?

They were immature to the extreme.

No concealment, no tricks.

They would just roar and charge straight at you upon sight, engaging in a brute force clash.

Jason enjoyed this.

He liked enemies who were straightforward.

Especially those less powerful than him.

“Is it because of the ‘game’ that they’ve turned out this way?”

“Truly, the ‘taming’ effect is significant.”

Jason thought to himself.

The image of a lab rat pressing a button to receive food, then hammering away at it obliviously and tirelessly, forgetting everything else, came to his mind.

Didn’t the “Brutalizers” resemble that?

Maybe not in appearance.

But on the inside?

Exactly the same.

They had truly become mere materials for “entertainment.”

Perhaps it was bloody.

But the essence remained the same.

And as for that bit of bloodshed?

Nobody cared.