Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

He had spent a total of 4,800 dollars. Jack nodded. In the past, he was so conscious about spending large amounts of money. But now, it was different. He could easily earn so much just by opening a death broadcast. Of course, he still tried to keep expenses at a minimum especially when the prize was low.

Jack looked at the money in his hand. His gaze focused and he cut out a stack.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The cash counter was activated. 4,800 was just right. Not a single note was too much, not a single note was too little. This time, even the cashier was shocked.

At this time, the saleswoman had just packed up the clothes and shoes Jack bought. She held them in both hands and waited for Jack to pay before she walked up.

"Can I take a photo with you?"

The saleswoman on the other side had already held her phone in her hand and was waiting to take the photo.

Jack was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that all eyes were locked on him. He had unintentionally used his temperament to conquer these girls.

The more Jack did not like to be noticed, the more he realized that he was the focus of everyone's attention.

Jack took the item over. His expression did not change as he said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he left.

The female shop assistant blushed. She thought that she was very beautiful and had rejected many handsome men's invitations before. She did not expect to be rejected this time as well. The other party only left a cold back view.

"This guy is too cool!"

"Don't be sad. Let me hug you. There will be other handsome men," said the other saleslady.

After leaving the mall, because he had bought too many things, Jack called a taxi. While listening to the song, he scrolled through the news on his phone.

Jack was simply enjoying the afternoon leisurely.

In the New York Police Department, meanwhile…

Everyone was covered in a layer of shadow again.

"The Death Judge is not on this list at all," Judy said.

"What's going on?" Ross asked with a frown.

Judy said, "This list is a trap. I just made a simple plea for peace. There are 7768 names missing. The list we got was a trap set by him to lure us in."

"What about the 7000 dollars? Can we find out where it went?"

"No, it's like it evaporated from the bank vault."

Ross gritted his teeth. Once again, he was infinitely close to the truth, and once again, the truth burst in front of him like a bubble.

"Bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of Task Force Zero's office was pushed open, and a person walked in.

The faces of Ross and the others suddenly became gloomy.

Not anyone coukd just walk into the police station, except for Chief Superintendent Terrence.

The man was about 1.75 meters tall and was in his thirties. He had a well-proportioned build and very short blonde hair. His expression was cold, and his eyes were like an eagle's. His aura was very strong.

"You may not know me, but I know you. You are the ones who have brought shame to the New York Police Department, to all the police officers in the United States, and to the government. You are the ones who have brought danger and unease to New York."

The man snorted and continued, "From now on, I will be in charge of Task Force Zero. I will be in charge of everyone. Do you understand?"

Suddenly, the mysterious man barged into the office and gave this haughty order. They had ugly expressions on their faces. Perhaps Ross could still hold his temper, but the hot-tempered Willie could not.

"Who the f*ck are you? Who gave you the authority to command us? What qualifications do you have?"

The man took out his ID and said coldly, "Look carefully. My name is Loggins. I am the head of the FBI's Special Homicide Investigation Team. From now on, the Zero Special Task Force will be renamed as the Zero Major Crimes Team, and the FBI will directly command it."

Hiss!

They sucked in a breath of cold air.

Ross and Anthony were skeptical. They had to re-examine the identity of this Loggins.

They had once yearned to join the FBI's Special Homicide Investigation Unit, but Terrence valued the two of them so much that he would not let them go. As a result, they were unable to join the FBI's Special Homicide Investigation Unit.

It was said that the people in the special homicide investigation unit were all experts, but it was also the department with the highest casualty rate in the entire system. It was even called the death investigation unit.

And this Loggins in front of them was a hero, of whom they had heard a lot of legendary stories.

One of them said that when he was investigating a skinning murder case, he wore a piece of human skin that the suspect had peeled off on his body. He wore it for three whole days. When he took it off, the human skin had already rotted on his body.

No wonder he was so imposing.

Soon, Terrence also came. Loggins glanced at him, his expression still very cold.

"Chief Terrence, I'll put the things down first. I'll leave this to you. If anyone wants to quit, you can quit now."

After saying that, Loggins turned around and left.

As soon as he left, the people in the office immediately began to discuss.

"So fierce! I was scared. I think he thinks he's better than the Death Inquisitor! He pretends to be a man!" Judy snorted and patted her tall chest. Apparently, she was very dissatisfied with this new commander.

"I don't know if he can still act like a man when he meets the Death Inquisitor," Hart said lightly.

Bowman said seriously, "First of all, he's definitely a man, but I see that his nose is small and his face is not in good condition. On my experience, I can tell his characteristics. He does not look masculine. He only has ten centimeters of pride. He won't last more than three minutes in front of the Death Judge."

When Monica heard Bowman's words, she directly spat out a mouthful of coffee.

Judy smiled and asked, "Bowman, what experience do you have over the years? You seem to have a lot of stories."

Bowman said helplessly, "What are you talking about? Of course it's my many years of anatomical experience. I'm straight."

"Enough! Don't talk nonsense here. This time, seven more people died, and four of them became minced meat. The influence was very bad. The higher-ups are taking the Death Inquisitor very seriously, so they sent Loggins here, hoping to solve the case and catch the Death Inquisitor as soon as possible. In fact, it's better that he's here. In this way, you only need to cooperate with him seriously. The rest of the matter will be left to him to handle. If anything happens, he'll be responsible. Even I, the Chief Superintendent of the Bureau, don't have the right to control him. So you only need to follow her orders and solve the case as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" everyone replied.

Soon, night arrived. Jack changed into a new set of clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. The corners of his mouth rose slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

He touched the money in his pocket, took the keys, and was about to go downstairs to eat.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.