Translator: Simple MTL  Editor: Simple MTL

The Orlando apartment was a very unremarkable bachelor apartment.

After Jack returned, he sorted out the current situation and lit up a cigarette. Just like his plan, he watched the live broadcast while waiting for the police to arrive.

Knock, Knock, knock.

In the quiet early morning, the door was suddenly knocked. If it was anyone else, they would be a little scared. After all, the live broadcast of death these days was indeed very terrifying.

But Jack was the Death Inquisitor himself. He could feel only excitement in his heart!

Soon, he was going to be executed at the police station!

“Who is it? Knocking on the door in the middle of the night? You motherf*cker! You want to die?” Jack cursed as he went over to open the door.

Jack tried his best to act like a normal person. If he was too cooperative and too calm, it would be easier to arouse the police's vigilance.

“Police!”

Willie was so angry that he wanted to kick the door open and then punch Jack to the ground!

Hearing the anger in the other party's words, Jack smiled coldly and opened the door with a click. However, the safety lock was not opened.

“Police? What are you guys doing here? Could it be that watching p.o.r.nhub at home is also against the law?” Jack directly ignored Willie and looked at Monica, who had a hot figure and delicate facial features. Then, he let out a very strange sneer.

He wanted to act like a wretched man and cause the other party to be angry and despise him. The more he acted like this, the fewer chances of them believing that he was the Death Judge.

Willie shouted angrily, “Kid, the police are handling a case. Open the door for me!”

“F*ck! Who do you think you are? Open it just like that? If you say you are the police, then you are the police? You look like a murderer to me. Don't go! I will call the police right now!” As Jack spoke, he took out his phone and opened the dialing interface.

Monica shook her head.

She was very disappointed with Ross's judgment.

How could such a person be the Death Judge?

He was simply a scoundrel! A hooligan!

She thought that although the Death Judge might be a psychopath, he looked like a middle-aged man with very elegant manners. He definitely could not be such a hooligan.

“All right. Stop arguing. This is my identification card!” Monica said as she took out her police officer identification card.

Jack took a look. He pretended to be embarra.s.sed and said, “You really are a police officer. I'm really sorry. I thought you were a criminal. You also know that now that the Death Inquisitor has appeared, I realized how bad the security in New York is. To be honest with you, I'm the same as you. I'm a security guard.” He laughed a little.

Willie smiled coldly and said with contempt, “Security guard and policeman? How can they be the same?”

Jack snorted and said to Monica, “Oh right, officer, this is the murderer you caught, right? Why isn't he wearing handcuffs? Don't let him run away. He looks so strong. It would be very dangerous if he ran away.”

“You are the murderer. I am the police officer!” Willie's burly body trembled in anger as he took out his officer's badge.

Jack took a look and opened the system panel.

Willie:

Sin value: 40 (maximum value of 50)

Force value: 50 (maximum value of 55)

Monica:

Sin value: 30 (maximum value of 40)

Force value: 40 (maximum value 45)

Jack paid a little attention to Monica. There was a hint of wariness in her eyes. Her heart was like a fortress. It was the characteristic of a typical psychologist. This type of person liked to dig into the hearts of others. However, they were also constantly on guard against others. Their occupational attributes could be seen at a glance, but this kind of person had to be careful.

Jack opened the safety lock, and in a serious tone, said, “Officers, why are you looking for me? It's already so late.”

“We suspect that you are related to the recent live broadcast of death. Please follow us back to the police station to a.s.sist in the investigation.” Monica looked at Jack with a scrutinizing gaze.

Jack frowned and asked, “I don't quite understand. What can I have to do with the live broadcast of death?”

“It's nothing. It's just a process. You should be back before dawn,” Monica said lightly.

“All right then. As a security guard, I'll cooperate with your work!”

Monica nodded and glanced around the room. She didn't find anything suspicious, so she said, “Okay. Then come with us!”

Not long after, Jack arrived at the New York police station. The moment he got out of the car, his gaze became somewhat contemptuous. This was a plan without any loopholes. The police had personally invited him here, and then he would kill Hitler and Grimm. No one would find out, and the police would send him back.

He even felt that this plan was so perfect! It was so full of beauty!

Of course, some things were not good if they were too perfect. Having no flaws was a flaw in itself. If there were no doubts about the whole thing, it would look very suspicious.

Jack naturally knew this, so from the beginning, he had left a special impression on Willie and Monica.

Walking in the NYPD, Jack stood very straight.

His face was proud and cold.

“The person is here. Willie is waiting over there. How's the progress on Bowman's side?” Monica entered the office of Task Force Zero and reported.

Ross shook his head and said, “The taxi driver was found. He drove this person to the hospital. Also, there was a nurse called Emana there to receive him. She even gave him medicine. It's all confirmed.”

Monica recalled and said, “Yes, there is medicine on the table in his room! To be honest, that Jack doesn't have the basic qualities of a Death Judge. I can tell at a glance! This person is a little rascal, a little hooligan.”

“Moreover, you all brought him here, but the live broadcast is still going on. Could it be that he can control it remotely? I think you are too nervous!” Judy interrupted.

Ross looked helpless. He felt that Judy and Monica looked at him as if they were looking at a r.e.t.a.r.d.

“Anyway, we brought him here. Let's go through the process and ask him a few questions to see if there are any problems. If there's nothing else, let him go back.”

“I'll ask!” Monica volunteered.

Ross nodded. He had a feeling that he had fallen into the Death Inquisitor's trap. He deliberately let Jack appear in his line of sight and then disturbed his investigative direction, but he didn't say anything. Otherwise, if he had walked into the trap knowing that he had fallen into it, wouldn't he really be a r.e.t.a.r.d?

“F*ck!” Ross gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely.

Although he had made a mistake, there was still progress!

At least both Hitler and Grimm were still safe.

“Death Inquisitor! Aren't you amazing? Aren't you intelligent? You're so amazing and intelligent. Come to the police station and kill someone!” Ross thought as he grunted and looked at the big screen again.