Chapter 189 Good people and good deeds are not named
"This is a provocation to us." The FBI gathered together.
They looked ugly when they heard what the people wearing white crow masks said before leaving the live broadcast room.
"It makes you want to find him even more, doesn't it?" Shuichi Akai touched his gun.
James Blake received the call and his expression became even more ugly.
"Damn it, that lunatic actually broadcast live on the screen in Times Square..." He clenched his cell phone and said angrily.
"Haven't you located the other party yet?" he asked.
"The other party seems to be an expert. According to the address found in the live broadcast room, it is abroad..." The blond woman looked at the computer and shook her head.
"Then find the houses that match the live broadcast room and let the New York police find them one by one." James Blake said solemnly.
In the live broadcast room, three people were imprisoned in a square room with a door behind them.
The man wearing the white crow mask appears again.
Looking at the barrage of comments on the live broadcast room screen, I clapped my hands.
"Very good. Everyone in the audience has made their own choices. Most of them want to kill them."
"But how could I be an unreasonable person? Although everyone couldn't wait to let them die, even I couldn't wait, but I decided to give them a chance."
"Life is in your own hands."
"Three Mr. Trash, am I right?" the person with the false voice politely asked the three people who were tied up.
He waited patiently with his ears tilted for their answer, and then one of them gave them a slap in the face.
"It's polite to answer other people's questions." He said in an angry tone.
"Oh look at me, I forgot to seal your mouths..." He stretched out his white-gloved hand in disbelief and covered his mouth.
"I'm so sorry." He said and ripped off the tape on the three people's mouths.
"I'm warning you, let me go quickly, otherwise..." the three of them said in unison with angry expressions.
But gradually the voice became fainter.
"Otherwise what?" He pointed at their heads.
The man wearing a white crow mask asked curiously.
"Nothing." The three of them shook their heads immediately.
"You three should be willing to cooperate with me." The man holding the gun asked politely.
"..." The three of them looked at the guns, turned to look at each other, and then nodded repeatedly.
"Then... let's go to our real event venue." The man wearing a white crow mask knocked them unconscious.
Drag them into the rear door one by one.
"An ad will be inserted next. This ad is jointly sponsored by the FBI and the White House. Thank you for your support..." A man wearing a mask came to the camera.
The next second, the content in the live broadcast room turned into a discussion scene with the FBI.
The barrage scrolled like crazy.
"What's going on?!"
"when?"
Shuichi Akai raised his gun and shot at the light above.
The live broadcast room suddenly turned into a black screen.
In just a few seconds, the live broadcast resumed again.
The scene has been switched successfully.
This is a small bathroom.
Bathtub, sink, toilet.
One is not enough.
Three people sat on the ground in three corners with their hands on their necks.
Their feet were tied with chains.
The three of them tugged hard on the chain, but to no avail.
Several bloody knives were randomly discarded on the ground.
At the end of their sight was a large door.
Not far from the door, there lay a body covered in blood.
"The key that can unlock the shackles is in your body." A male and female voice came from the corner, but the other party could not be seen.
"A key can only open one lock."
"All three of you are cruel and decisive beings. Let me see if you are one ten thousandth as cruel to yourself as you are to others."
A large amount of white gas began to emit from the room.
"Or you can wait for the FBI's rescue, but..." The words ended here.
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"You're actually making such a big deal? You're actually broadcasting it live on the Times Square screen? Well done." The person sitting in the passenger seat looked excited.
"...It wasn't us." The driver hesitated for a moment and said.
Passenger: Huh?
"...Are you kidding me? Really? We must have done it, right?" The co-pilot couldn't help but reach out and grab the other person's collar and shake him.
"Wait...wait...he's driving! He's about to hit me!"
“Bang——” The car swayed for a while and then hit a pole on the side as expected.
The traffic police came up and knocked on their car window.
A fine was drawn up and prepared to be given to them.
The window was lowered, and the handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes in the passenger seat opened his wallet and handed the traffic police a wad of U.S. dollars.
The traffic policeman looked at the ticket, smiled, tore the ticket into pieces on the spot, and took the dollar bills.
"Be careful on the road," he said.
"Thank you." The blond man with blue eyes waved to him.
The car moved forward again.
"Sure enough, money can solve ninety-nine percent of the world's problems." The blond man with blue eyes said with satisfaction.
"Idiot." The driver complained.
"Who are you talking about?!" The passenger in the passenger seat clenched his fists.
"Whoever is said to be the winner will be excited." The driver rolled his eyes.
"Shut up and apologize to me quickly——!"
"But speaking of it, it's really not us who did it?" The co-pilot's expression was serious.
"It's really not true."
"We can't find out who did it." The driver wiped his face.
"...There are such good people and good deeds?" The co-pilot's tone was full of disbelief.
"I appreciate this guy who does good deeds without leaving his name behind. He's awesome." He said with a thumbs up.
"Haha." The driver sneered helplessly.
I'm just afraid that the other party... the one who comes here is not good.
"And now
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Shuji Tsushima and Haruhiko Oba, one was eating crab meat and the other was drinking champagne.
Watch the action in the live broadcast room.
The three people had become less conscious after inhaling too much white gas.
"We have no intention of letting them survive." Shuji Tsushima put down the empty can.
"The FBI will receive a big gift." He laughed out loud as he watched the police continue to search the house suspected of being the scene of the crime.
"Sir, Officer James Blake is here." A bodyguard came over and whispered.
"Invite him in." Haruhiko Oba said casually.
As soon as James Blake came in, he saw the live scene on the projection.
"I didn't expect that Mr. James would still have time to come here. I thought the FBI was busy investigating." Haruhiko Oba said in a flattered tone, but his expression was gentle and calm.
"Now all the TV stations in the country are broadcasting this live broadcast of the murder. It's really an amazing technology." Haruhiko Oba motioned to the other party to look at the projection, and then said with emotion.
"Other members can naturally solve this case." James Blake said in a low tone.
"I just came here to investigate the previous situation. Those terrorists died in the hands of Alande's bodyguards. They were killed with one blow. Mr. Dating, do you have nothing to say?" He looked serious.
"After all, they all carry guns and explosives..." Haruhiko Oba sighed helplessly.
"It's just self-defense," he said with a gentle smile, leaving no room for doubt.