Chapter 4: The Audience Exploded

"The presentation isn't composed arbitrarily. There are individuals who experience the ill effects of hemophobia, coronary illness, and weakness. Try not to peruse it any longer. It will be significantly more frightening in some time. It's anything but nothing to joke about to be frightened to death. Perhaps he will truly be frightened to death."

"What's there to fear? I'm not terrified of a young lady. This sort of monster ought to be tormented to death with the cruelest techniques! I'll promptly open the champagne to commend his passing!"

Taking a gander at the projectile screens that filled the corridor's screen, Bowen would never have envisioned that he, as a notable oil head honcho, would be in a particularly hopeless state today.

Reluctance and disdain filled his cerebrum!

"Whoever can save me, I'll give him 10% of my resources. No! I'll give him half!"

Similarly as he wrapped up talking, the projectile screens on the screen again erupted with remarks from the watchers.

"Save you? Quit dreaming. On the off chance that you don't kick the bucket, I will not have the option to rest this evening!"

"Indeed, even the police can't save you. Who do you hope to save you?"

"For what reason do I feel like he's expressing this to the appointed authority? The appointed authority will not be enticed, right?"

"Higher up, how about that somebody who do something like this will be paid off by cash?"

"Believe it or not. The appointed authority isn't such an individual. He's doing it for equity!"

"Is it safe to say that he was a numbskull a little while ago? On the off chance that it was for cash, he might have quite recently captured him. How could it be so inconvenient?"

"All things considered, I don't believe it's great for the decoration to do this. All things considered, this is as yet lynching, also killing somebody. This is as of now thought about murder. If wrongdoings somehow happened to be addressed by lynching, how could the police and judges be required? No glaringly obvious explanations there are, it can't conceal the way that this live transmission is a wrongdoing itself. I think the live transmission room will be closed down very soon. The decoration's capture will be the feature of the upcoming news."

"At the point when your significant other is assaulted and killed, and you are cooked and eaten, I genuinely want to believe that you can in any case tranquilly talk about the law!"

"On the off chance that the law was valuable, why hasn't such a rubbish been gotten at this point?"

Similarly as the live transmission room was clamoring with conversations, the live transmission room, which initially had under 20 million watchers, out of nowhere had in excess of 30 million watchers. The quantity of watchers had taken off to 50 million. On the off chance that the live transmission was not kept up with by the preliminary framework, the live stream room would have imploded.

"Passing Judge? What sort of live stream is this?"

"What's happening? The delightful decoration is looking also. What is she doing here?"

"Have you folks took note? This is the main live stream room left on the site!"

"Try not to be restless, new companions. The appointed authority is executing individuals. It's exceptionally invigorating!"

The projectile remarks in the live stream room turned out to be significantly denser, straightforwardly transforming the live stream room into a white screen.

"He really shut down the server straightforwardly? Appears as though he's truly restless."

Jack, who was stowing away in the murkiness, uncovered a weak ridiculing look favorably upon his face, and the environment in a split second turned out to be significantly more interesting.

Seeing the quantity of individuals in the live transmission room increment dangerously, Theodore was in a split second astounded.

There were 50 million people watching!

How negative could the effect of this video be?

"Simpleton! What's happening? Why has the quantity of watchers in the live transmission room expanded all things being equal!"

"Boss, the server closure has fizzled. The other transmission rooms have been closed down, so the watchers have all gotten into his transmission room."

"Then, at that point, pick up the pace and restart the server!"

"Indeed! Be that as it may, the restart will require 15 minutes. There are as yet 13 minutes until Bowen's passing. I'm worried it's past the point of no return."

"For what reason didn't you say so prior! Advise the squad cars to speed up!"

"Indeed!" The cop along the edge concurred and gestured, however he additionally felt exceptionally defenseless. Rebooting the PC took time, and the server would without a doubt take more time.

Similarly as the police headquarters was getting going, a virus voice rang out in the live transmission room.

"The police shut down the server. Just this live transmission room isn't impacted, so all of you bounced here."

"With such IQ, no big surprise you were unable to try and track down any proof of Bowen's wrongdoing."

"Or on the other hand perhaps your IQ checks out. You most likely didn't have any desire to search for it."

As of now, Theodore was furious to such an extent that he was going to go off the deep end!

He was ridiculing everybody around him.

"In any case, simply sit back and relax, I'll be the appointed authority of the wrongdoings that the police couldn't care less about."

"There are as yet twelve minutes until Bowen's passing. There are as yet seven minutes until he couldn't actually move a finger. Around then, he will lose his capacity to save himself. He can trust that the bumbling police will save his life, or he will wind up watching himself kick the bucket."

Jack's capital punishment reverberated in the air. It was brimming with mockery and incitement.

Bowen abhorred the appointed authority at that point and needed to allow him to have a painful but necessary consequence.

Be that as it may, he lacked opportunity and willpower to contemplate this.

As the appointed authority said, there were as yet seven minutes before he could hang tight for his passing. He didn't anticipate that the police should do anything by any stretch of the imagination.

Bowen could save himself!

Thinking about this, Bowen stood up starting from the earliest stage gradually strolled towards the passageway, bit by bit and with extraordinary trouble.

"He hasn't surrendered?"

"What else does he need to do?"

"F*ck. Would it be able to be that he needs to take the key from his child's stomach?"

"True to form of a monster! He will not let his own child off!"

"It's ideal on the off chance that he cuts his child's stomach open. On the off chance that he does, he will have opportunity and willpower to take the counteractant. Both of them will kick the bucket together!"

Bowen was at present battling to move up the steps, each segment in turn. He could at this point not stroll up the steps.

Albeit Little Bowen was his main child, nobody could be an obstruction to his endurance.

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While the watchers were contending on the projectile screen, Bowen had proactively moved up the steps. Since he had no muscles to help him and needed to move up the steps, his hands and feet had lost their fundamental shape. Dark blood streamed out, similar to a heap of spoiled meat holding tight his bones.

"Once more seven minutes to a ridiculous degree and two minutes to loss of versatility," the profound and cold voice reverberated in Bowen's ears.