Chapter 784: just like being under an immobilization spell

Perhaps it was due to the rage overtaking him, or perhaps the poison in his system had started to take full effect. Just after Jack Thompson finished shouting, his eyes suddenly rolled back, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground. His body began convulsing violently, resembling a seizure patient, foam bubbling out of his mouth. He curled into a fetal position, exuding an agonizing appearance. His face contorted with pain, eyes shut tight, and his forehead was drenched in beads of sweat as thick as pearls.

Witnessing Jack Thompson’s sudden deterioration, David, who had been wearing a grave expression, looked even worse. Burning with urgency, he shouted, “Get out of the way!” He then swiftly pulled the pistol from his waist in one seamless motion. Gripping the handgun tightly with both hands, he aimed firmly at the corner of the glass box, his index finger slowly pressing down on the trigger.

“Bang!” The crisp sound of the gunshot shattered the tension-heavy atmosphere in the room. The previously intact glass, struck by the bullet’s impact, instantly fractured into dull-edged, honeycomb-like shards, densely spreading across its entire surface. Countless fine cracks crisscrossed together like an intricate web.

Next, David quickly holstered his firearm, surged forward two steps, and then leaped high into the air, delivering a powerful kick to the already fractured glass. With a loud “crash,” the glass finally gave way under the force, shattering extensively.

Seeing David shatter the glass with his gun, the keyboard warriors who had been quiet for only a few seconds suddenly became energized, jumping back into action like intoxicated zealots.

“I knew it! How could the Dark Law Enforcer ever stand a chance against the police? Now the person’s been rescued, the place is surrounded tightly by the authorities, and there’s no way the Dark Law Enforcer can escape this time!” One netizen hurriedly posted in the comment feed, as if they could already visualize the police capturing the Dark Law Enforcer.

“Haha, what a joke. To the person who just mentioned the old sow, maybe save her for your own pleasure! Man, I wish I could have my turn, but no chance, guess it’s all yours!” Another commenter replied in a mocking tone, filled with derision towards the previous boastful participant.

“Waiting for the Dark Law Enforcer to get arrested! If he manages to escape this time, I’ll livestream myself in an intense dialogue with my gay friend—promise fulfilled!” Another viewer boldly declared, seemingly convinced that the Dark Law Enforcer had no hope of escape.

“Even though Jack Thompson’s a drug dealer who cruelly tortured and murdered children—heinous crimes—only the police have the authority to apprehend him. What the streamer is doing here is courting death, utterly foolish!” A commenter lectured from the perspective of “justice,” conveniently ignoring Jack Thompson’s heinous crimes.

As the keyboard warriors became feverishly excited once more, the scene showed several police officers springing into action. They carefully pulled the unconscious and still convulsing Jack Thompson out of the syringe-filled glass box.

“Quick! Administer the antidote now!” David cried out urgently to the forensics medic accompanying them, his gaze filled with anxiety and concern. After all, if they couldn’t save Jack Thompson, all their previous efforts would have been for nothing, and they’d have to face immense pressure afterward.

The medic didn’t dare to delay. He swiftly crouched down, grabbed the syringe containing the antidote from the nearby table, and skillfully inserted it into the vein on Jack Thompson’s arm. Slowly, he pushed the syringe’s plunger, injecting the antidote bit by bit into his body.

Fortunately, the antidote took effect remarkably quickly. The moment it entered his system, the violent convulsions wracking Jack Thompson’s body began to subside. Observing this, the criminal investigators present all breathed a collective sigh of relief. As long as Jack Thompson could be saved, the pressure from their superiors and public opinion would significantly decrease.

However, just as everyone thought the crisis had been averted, the countdown timer on the wall reached zero. Immediately afterward, the Dark Law Enforcer’s cold, intimidating voice suddenly reverberated throughout the room: “Game over!”

The icy declaration had barely left his lips when Jack Thompson, who had lain motionless and calm on the ground, suddenly snapped open his eyes, as if struck by some mysterious force. His expression was filled with agony, his hands instinctively clawing tightly at his own neck, his mouth gaping wide as though unable to breathe. His face rapidly turned red from oxygen deprivation, and his bloodshot eyes radiated terror.

Seeing Jack Thompson’s abnormal actions, David’s newly calmed heart clenched once more. His gaze filled with confusion and worry, unsure of what horrifying events might unfold next…

David looked at Jack Thompson’s agonized state, and a strong sense of unease surged within him. Like dark storm clouds, an ominous premonition loomed over him, instantly tightening his previously relaxed mood like a taut bowstring.

“Medic! Quickly, figure out what’s happening to him! Save him now!” David urgently shouted at the forensic medic, his voice brimming with tension and desperation. At that moment, time felt inseparable from life—every second mattered immensely.

In this suffocatingly tense moment, Ye Tian’s chilling voice once again reverberated through the room: “Heh, don’t bother wasting your efforts. High-concentration cyanide has already been injected into his body—he’s beyond saving. From the very start, Jack Thompson wasn’t poisoned. You’re the ones who injected the lethal drug into his veins. You killed him.” The voice was like a thunderclap on a clear day, instantly stunning everyone present into frozen shock, their minds blank.

Back in the live-stream chat, the keyboard warriors who had only just returned to fire off more sarcastic comments froze immediately when faced with Jack Thompson’s near-death state and heard Ye Tian’s explosive words. It was as though they’d been hit with an immobilization spell, their bodies stiffening before their screens, their faces pale as if they’d swallowed something repulsive. Especially upon seeing counter-arguments in the chat feed attacking their earlier taunts—they felt as if thorns were piercing their backs, their spirits sinking into humiliation.

“Oh my god! So that scumbag wasn’t poisoned from the start? And the antidote they injected afterward was actually the toxin? I feel like my brain isn’t processing this—it’s such an outrageous plot twist!” A commenter exclaimed in the live feed, their words laced with disbelief at the shocking revelation.

“Yeah, how incredibly brilliant is the streamer’s mind? How did he calculate that the police would manage to rescue Jack Thompson before the time limit? What if they were late and Jack realized he wasn’t dying—it would’ve been so awkward.” Another netizen chimed in, voicing their confusion at the streamer’s phenomenal, almost superhuman planning.

“To the poster above, did you forget the sea of syringes? Each one was loaded with drugs. When Jack Thompson was rescued, his initial convulsions were just the result of a drug overdose reaction. Don’t ask how I know—back in my youth, I was reckless too and had a similar experience.” A commenter explained with a hint of nostalgia, as though reliving a regrettable past.

“After hearing all these comments, I’ve got to say, the streamer is nothing short of a mastermind. Every step was flawlessly calculated, manipulating everyone like pawns in his chess game. Absolutely brilliant!” A viewer couldn’t help but praise the streamer’s strategic prowess, their words brimming with admiration.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated on Novlove.com