Chapter 181: Peters Broken Heart

New York was like a big steamer in summer. It was excruciatingly hot and humid.

Crack!

At six oclock, a loud thunder resounded in the sky. A strong wind suddenly rose and dark clouds covered the sky.

In an instant, it was raining cats and dogs.

Jack took his umbrella out of the door. Just as he walked past the door, he saw a Mercedes-Benz parked downstairs. Brady hurriedly got out of the car and opened the back door.

Mr. Jack, Please!

Jack was a little surprised, but since the other party was already there, he couldnt refuse, so he got in the car.

Brady closed the car door, returned to the drivers seat, and started the car to leave.

When they left, there was a woman who was wet all over standing downstairs. It was Jacks neighbor, Hannie.

She watched as the Mercedes-Benz sped off. She felt like she was dreaming.

Wasnt Jack a security guard?

Why was there a private car to pick him up? It was a Mercedes, and the license plate number was probably worth millions!

Was he a young master of some wealthy family? Was he just working to experiencing life?

Oh my god.

Hannie shivered all over.

The car soon arrived at the Blue Coast. Harry was listening to music in the security room. When he saw the Mercedes with license plate B16688, his face instantly broke into a smile.

It had been a few days since Aisha moved in. He had also gotten to know her. Aishas mother was Jennifer, and Jennifer was the boss of the company. Brady was Jennifers younger brother. He was also said to have served in the military, and he was also a special forces soldier.

As for who Jennifers husband was, it was widely discussed on the Internet. Some people said that she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, while others said that Aisha was adopted. No one knew the specific situation.

Jack got out of the car, glanced at Harry, and said, You go back!

I actually dont have anything to do. If I had known earlier, I would have called you and not let you come over, Harry said with a smile.

Okay, go back, Jack said calmly.

Five minutes later, Harry took a taxi and left.

Jack looked at the time. It was still ten minutes to eight oclock. Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, the corners of his mouth revealed a trace of a demonic charm.

There are still four hours left. I wonder if you can still create a miracle?

Because he had killed four people, Peter had left New York City in the past few days. Firstly, he was avoiding the investigation of the police. Secondly, he was looking for the murderer of the serial murders in Shitan City. As long as he found the murderer one step ahead of time, he could set up an ambush and kill the Death Judge.

In a hotel, smoke lingered

Peter exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke. His face was a little irritated. He ran around everywhere, but there was no news of the murderer or the serial murders.

F*ck, death judge, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will stab a dagger into your head.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!

His phone vibrated.

Peter opened his phone and his gaze froze.

Death Notice!

Subject: Peter

Crime: murder, rape, murder, dismemberment, drug trafficking

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: May 9, 2021

After a long time, Peter finally reacted.

F*ck! How could it be me? Im not the murderer of a serial murder case. F*ck you, Death Judge.

Peters heart was broken. Although he was focused on seeking revenge on the Death Judge, being suddenly found by the Death Judge made him feel very unpleasant. There was even a trace of fear spreading in the bottom of his heart.

There must be a mistake. Yes.

His hands trembled as he replied to the message. However, he realized that he could not reply. Hence, he took out a dagger that was flickering with black light and placed it in front of his chest.

Come On, Death Inquisitor. I will definitely kill you.

At the same time, Adonis was also frightened. He did not go out for four whole days. He watched all sorts of news developments, afraid that he would be exposed.

Its eight oclock. There are still four hours left. Will the Death Inquisitor find me? No, he wont. The police havent found me for so many years. Moreover, I havent committed a crime in three years. I will definitely be fine. I will still be the boss of the snack bar in the future. I will continue to play with the bodies of little girls. Hehehe.

Adonis grinned. His smile was very lewd. When he thought of the little girls fair and tender skin, his whole body became alert. His eyes turned white. That feeling was too wonderful.

In the past four days, this was the most relaxed moment for him.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

Theres another push news. Adonis quickly opened his cell phone. It was not news, but information.

Death Notice!

Subject: Adonis

Crime: murder and rape

Executor: Death Judge

Execution Date: May 9, 2021

Looking at the death notice, Adoniss mind went blank.

How could this be? How did he know it was me? Ahhh! Adoniss nerves almost snapped.

He had been worried for four days, but in the end, it still came. He could not understand how the police could not find out after so many years. How did the Death Inquisitor find out? Could it really be like the rumors on the Internet? He was a god, a god of death who wandered around the world to punish evil and spread good.

Although the live broadcast of death was not announced, the netizens still came to the live broadcast room early.

Four hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Ross finally sighed. No miracles happened that day.

Judy, open the live broadcast platform.

Yes!

At this time, the live broadcast platforms homepage featured a mobile game.

However, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room had nothing to do with the game host.

Its almost 12 oclock. Host, come to the bowl.

Will the Death Inquisitor go online like before?

I wonder if the police have caught the murderer yet?

Brother, do you even need to ask? They havent caught the murderer in more than ten years. Do you think they can do it in just four days?

Haha! A mystery case like this must be handled by the Death Inquisitor himself.

Everyone glanced at the bullet screen. They could only feel the burning pain on their faces. It was like they were slapped a dozen times.

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

Rosss face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and they were humiliated again.

In the studio, the countdown has begun.

Ten, nine, eight, seven

Ding!

It was already 12:00 PM sharp.

Ross and the rest also widened their eyes.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Phew!

Ross exhaled.

The livestream isnt on. Could it be that he hasnt locked on to the murderer?

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen flashed. They entered the livestream room:

Livestream of Death