AWAKENING THE DAILY INTELLIGENCE SYSTEM

Chapter 780: 331 Pitiful Victim_2

Alicia Linder, already dazed and confused, had no defense against the sudden collision. Her frail body dropped heavily onto the syringe like a marionette with its strings cut. More needles stabbed into her flesh instantly, spraying blood in all directions, making the scene unbearably horrific.

Jack Thompson’s ruthlessness grew even more pronounced as he pressed his entire weight onto Alicia Linder, his hands like iron clamps. Grabbing her head with unrelenting force, he growled viciously, “Since you’re desperate to die, I’ll grant you that wish today!” At this moment, he had transformed into a true demon, consumed by greed and cruelty that overtook every shred of rationality.

As he spoke, Jack Thompson grabbed a syringe from nearby without hesitation and, like a merciless assassin, viciously stabbed it into Alicia Linder’s carotid artery. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining everything around them in a sea of red.

The unbearable pain caused Alicia Linder to jolt back to full consciousness. Her eyes widened in horror, her gaze filled with endless panic and despair. She screamed loudly like a wounded beast, using all her strength to flail her arms as she desperately tried to escape from Jack Thompson’s grip. Deep crimson gashes marred her face as needles sliced her skin, and her arms were punctured with countless syringes, staining her body in blood. Yet she didn’t stop struggling for a second. Having followed Jack Thompson for so many years, she knew his ruthless character too well—if she didn’t break free now, the fate awaiting her would be far more horrifying.

Alicia Linder’s petite frame, compounded with the drug rampaging through her system, left her resistance pitifully weak against Jack Thompson’s nearly 180-pound weight. She kicked and flailed desperately, swinging her arms wildly, but under the oppressive weight embodied like a mountain, her attempts to escape proved utterly futile.

Seconds later, Jack Thompson yanked the syringe from Alicia Linder’s neck, and streams of her blood gushed out like small, uncontained rivers breaking free. It flowed endlessly through the tiny wound, but this gruesome spectacle was merely the beginning.

Jack Thompson raised his arm high, the syringe in his hand now dyed completely red by blood, radiating a chilling omen in the oppressive environment. Without hesitation, he stabbed the syringe ferociously into Alicia Linder’s neck again. Again and again. The sharp needle repeatedly pierced her fragile skin, turning small punctures into a maddening patchwork of open wounds. Alicia Linder’s struggling tore the wounds apart, unleashing jets of blood that sprayed out like pressurized water through a hose, forming a mist of red that enveloped the scene in a grotesque fog.

“B-Brother, please, I beg you, don’t kill me! I’ll find the key for you; I promise I can find it!” Alicia Linder felt the shadow of death speeding toward her, filling her heart with suffocating terror. She screamed with every ounce of strength, her voice drenched in despair and pleading.

“Hmph, I don’t need you. I’ll find it myself!” Jack Thompson’s eyes gleamed with cruelty and resolve, his voice low and icy, like a demon whispering from the depths of Hell. As he spoke, he drove the syringe into Alicia Linder’s neck again with ruthless precision, each stab filled with brute force and devoid of hesitation.

Hearing Jack Thompson’s merciless words, hopelessness took over Alicia Linder’s face. In her moment of life and death, memories of her carefree days in a small village suddenly surfaced in her mind. Fields bathed in sunlight, joyous laughter with childhood friends on grassy meadows—those days had been so beautiful. But everything was gone now. It was too late for anything else. As the blood sprayed endlessly from her neck, creating strange hissing sounds, Alicia Linder’s pupils enlarged and lost focus, her body slowly falling silent—lifeless.

The blood surging forth resembled an uncontrolled, raging red tide, dying Jack Thompson’s entire form in crimson. From a distance, he appeared to be a demon crawling out from a pool of blood, exuding an aura of bone-chilling terror.

The viewers of the live stream erupted in outrage as Jack Thompson unleashed his monstrosity upon his subordinate.

“This is a demon completely devoid of humanity, killing as casually as slaughtering chickens, and doing it in front of so many viewers! Despicable!” One viewer furiously commented in the chat, every word brimming with anger.

“Such a poor guy! How could he have been so naive as to trust this scumbag?” Another viewer sighed regretfully, showing sympathy for Alicia Linder’s tragic fate.

“Exactly! Jack Thompson clearly isn’t someone worth trusting! That guy was so foolish to believe him—it’s heartbreaking!” Yet another viewer chimed in, lamenting Alicia Linder’s misery.

“Jack Thompson is a beast, an embodiment of evil! How is he still alive after all he’s done? This world is so unjust!” A viewer expressed their rage, condemning Jack Thompson’s horrors with fury-filled words.

Meanwhile, in a police car entering the North Suburb area, David’s brows furrowed tightly, his face flushed red with anger. He never expected Jack Thompson to be so brazen, murdering someone in front of millions watching his livestream. His rage burned hot, a fire threatening to consume him whole.

The young detective Oscar, sitting in the driver’s seat, stole a glance at the grotesque images streaming live, making him feel instantly nauseous. His stomach turned violently, nearly forcing him to vomit. Yet he suppressed the urge, forcing himself to stay focused and calm.

“Captain Zhao, we’re almost there!” Oscar hurriedly said, trying to shift his attention while reminding David of the imminent arrival.

David, hearing this, quickly pocketed his phone and retrieved his handgun, carefully inspecting it to ensure it was ready for use. Then, grabbing the radio, his expression grim, he issued urgent commands: “All officers, we’re about to reach the North Suburb Playground. Check your weapons thoroughly. Oscar, take a team and secure the main entrance.”

“Understood!” Oscar responded immediately, his voice tinged with tension and resolve.

“Tom, you lead a team to secure the side entrance. The rest of you, follow me once we disembark!” David continued to precisely assign tasks.

“Yes!” The radio echoed with synchronized responses, their determination cutting through the tense atmosphere.

Back at the scene, Jack Thompson, seeing Alicia Linder offer no resistance, still felt uneasy. He stabbed her lifeless corpse a few more times to confirm she had truly gone silent. Satisfied, he finally tossed aside the bent syringe that bore the marks of his sadistic fury.

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