Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The cold monitor displayed the seventh mini-game.
Mission 1: Pollitt cuts off three kilograms of flesh from his body.
Mission 2: Perform a full circumcision on Barzel. All the flesh must be removed.
Choose a mission within ten minutes to complete. Otherwise, all members will be punished by having three kilograms of flesh removed.
Looking at the small game, Monica narrowed her eyes.
“Another surgery mission. What’s the connection between them? What does the Death Judge want to do?”
Bowman replied, “This surgery is a small surgery for men. It’s very routine and there’s less bleeding. But if it’s a full-cut surgery, as long as the man has a slight physiological reaction after the surgery, the wound will tear. Even if it’s fully healed, once there’s a reaction, it will be severely stretched, and even the old wound will be torn open. So when men do this surgery, they usually don’t cut too much. The Death Judge wants to make it impossible for him to get an erection in the future!”
“That’s one thing, but I have a feeling that it won’t be that simple.”
“Yeah, I have the same feeling, but I can’t think of any connection between these two surgeries. What exactly is he guiding them towards?” Ross frowned. He could not find the answer.
At the live broadcast, the four of them looked at each other.
“Barzel, you can do this mission. Paulette has three kilograms of meat. No matter where you cut it, there will be massive bleeding. We only have one medical box, so it will be difficult for us to control the situation!” Rainier said.
“Compared to my mission, your circumcision is nothing,” said Morse coldly as he was lying on the sofa.
Barzel’s breathing was much heavier.
“Paulette, don’t forget that you owe me a circumcision!”
Seeing that he agreed, Paulette also breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded his head with a serious look on his face.
“Don’t worry. As long as we survive, I, Paulette, will never forget you in the future!”
Hence, everyone began to prepare for the surgery. Compared to the first time, the few of them became more skilled. They had turned into chief surgeons and assistants.
At this moment, in the darkness outside the door, Jack was smiling.
‘Have you noticed that your surgical techniques are becoming more and more exquisite, Hehe…’
It was an almost-perfect all-cutting surgery performance. It was almost a perfect suture.
There was a small amount of bleeding, and the pain was within the tolerable range. The minor surgery went very smoothly, and even the audience in the live broadcast room could not believe it.
“F*ck! These bastards actually learned how to perform surgery on their own?”
“Judge, do something exciting. We are not happy watching this!”
“You’re right. Scum like them should have their hands and feet cut off. First, cripple them, then kill them one by one, and slowly torture them!”
“Why are you chatting like you’re the Death Inquisitor?!”
At this moment, Paulette smiled and said, “When we leave this place, I can even open a clinic!”
“Are you going to operate on others? It’s best to remove their testicles too!”
“You’re right! Let them all become transvestites! Hahaha!”
Listening to their conversation, the audience in the live broadcast room was furious.
“F*ck you! You’re still thinking of harming people!”
“The Death Inquisitor must kill them! We can’t let them out! They will continue to harm people!”
“Don’t worry! The Death Judge will never let them out alive!”
“What’s there to talk about with a bunch of scumbags who are worse than animals? They can’t get an erection now! Of course they’ll think of harming others!”
The soundproof card was used for the entire scene, isolating the scene and the sound of the outside world.
At this moment, Jack stood under the tree coldly, listening to their conversation. His gaze was gloomy as he sent the next game.
The monitor flashed an announcement.
The seventh game was completed, and the eighth countdown began.
At the New York Police Department, in the office of the Zero Major Crimes Unit…
Everyone’s gaze fell on Ross, wanting to see what decision he would make. They could choose the most difficult game, but Ross was the person who wanted to capture the Death Inquisitor the most. He would choose the most difficult or the simplest.
“If I choose the simplest game, is it possible to directly disrupt the Death Inquisitor’s overall plan?” Ross looked at Monica.
Monica thought for a moment and said accurately, “Impossible. It’s impossible that the Death Inquisitor didn’t consider this. He must have another plan.”
“I got it.”
After Ross made his choice, everyone looked at the small game that refreshed on the big screen.
The eighth small game.
Mission 1: Morse cuts off one of his hands and one of his feet.
Mission 2: Perform an operation on Rennes and remove his patella.
Within fifteen minutes, choose one mission to complete, or all of them will be severely punished.
Seeing this, Rainier frowned and asked, “What’s a patella?”
“It’s the round bone on the knee!” Paulette answered.
“Then wouldn’t I be crippled?!” Rainier said angrily.
Morse said coldly, “That’s still better than my mission. If I cut off one of my hands and one of my feet, then I would be truly crippled!”
Rainier’s face was full of despair. He looked at the three of them with pleading eyes.
Paulette looked at the scalpel that was stained with blood and then at Barnett who was on the ground. He frowned slightly.
“Do you feel that we have been led by the Death Inquisitor’s hand?”
“Nonsense! He asked us to complete the mission. Of course we are led by his hand!” Barzel said coldly.
Paulette shook his head and said, “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that the Death Inquisitor’s mission is to lead us to a dead end. Just like the first few missions, he slowly led us to Barnett, but Barnett died, and now he’s guiding us again. Patellar resection is not that simple. Our equipment is limited, and you know the consequences. There are still two missions left. If we continue to do as he says, I think we will definitely die. Also, the punishment has now become a severe punishment. What will the severe punishment be? Have you thought about it?”
“That’s right! We can’t be led around! He will kill us!” Rainier immediately agreed. He was not willing to have his patella removed anyway.
Morse snorted and said, “What else can we do if we don’t follow him?”
“That’s right! We have no other way to go!” Barzel said.
Paulette shook his head and firmly said, “We actually have a choice from the beginning! And I think that’s the real way to survive!”
“What way?”
Seeing that they were completely puzzled, Paulette said, “Do you still remember the rules of the game that the Death Inquisitor said at the beginning? The key is in our small intestine. We have two ways to escape. One is to take out the small intestine and find the key and take off the metal ring. That is the real way to break the game!”