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Awakening the Daily Intelligence System-Chapter 807: Bad to the bone
Chapter 807: Bad to the bone
As time ticked away second by second, Mark, who had been fiercely struggling and resisting, gradually lost his strength and softened. His limbs hung weakly as he knelt on the ground, his cries of pain slowly weakening until finally falling silent.
The room echoed with the chilling sound of the electric saw’s rotation, and Mark’s head had already been halfway sawed through. His scalp and flesh rolled outward, faintly revealing the white bones inside. The red liquid mixed with yellow-white brain matter dripped into the groove, symbolizing the ebbing of life.
Finally, with the countdown having only thirty seconds left, the red liquid in the beaker reached halfway up the scale. The wires at both ends were immersed in this red liquid, and the circuit was finally completed.
Then, as the hydraulic lock was powered, it made a “clack” sound and began to contract. The tightly shut iron door slowly opened with a creaking noise, as if declaring the end of a phase.
Seeing the iron door open, Oscar let out a long breath of relief, releasing the lifeless Mark. He slowly stood up, covered in Mark’s red fluids, with even a nauseating piece of flesh dangling from his right shoulder, making him look disheveled and horrifying.
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At that moment, Lin Mo’s cold, emotionless voice echoed again in the room:
“Congratulations on clearing the second level, the iron door is open, you can leave now.”
Upon hearing Lin Mo’s words, Oscar had no time to react before the viewers in the live stream erupted in protest, expressing their disagreement.
“What? Host, are you really just going to let him go? He just harmed another person; letting him off this easily is too much!”
“Exactly, this scum rotten to the core, how can we just let him off easily? If he gets out, he’ll certainly continue to harm people, he can’t be allowed to escape justice!”
“Host, this doesn’t seem like your style; this scum without a scratch or injury, you’re just letting him go like that, we do not agree!”
“I think the host still has some humanity, letting Oscar go and handing him over to the police is the correct approach, he should be punished by the law.”
While the viewers were fiercely debating Lin Mo letting Oscar go, inside the eerie abandoned factory, Tom and Sofia tightly gripped the guns in their hands, cautiously taking each step, full of vigilance, as they slowly ascended to the second floor of the factory.
The second floor of the factory was smaller than the first. To the right, there was a large open area, which seemed to be a former machine storage area judging by the layout. To the left were four adjacent rooms, which appeared somewhat mysterious and eerie.
The windows and doors of these rooms were sealed tightly with iron plates, making it impossible to see inside from the outside, resembling sealed mysterious spaces.
Seeing this, Tom made several simple yet clear gestures, signaling Sofia for them to split up and search. He gestured to Sofia to fire alert shots should any emergency arise.
Sofia understood, nodding. She pointed to the last room on the left side, then made a walking gesture with her right hand, indicating her search would start from the left. She then took out a black flashlight from her pocket, switched it on, and a bright white beam instantly illuminated the ground a few meters ahead, standing out in the dark environment.
It was already past midnight, and the surroundings were silent, so quiet it was frightening. Amidst this silence, only Sofia’s soft footsteps could be heard. Moonlight pierced through the gaps in the factory, casting shadows on her and elongating her silhouette, giving a sense of loneliness and chill.
She quietly walked to the doorway of the last room on the left side, gripping the flashlight’s tail with her teeth, freeing both hands to grasp a fixed iron plate on the door, using all her strength to pull it outward. However, she found the iron plate was welded firmly into the door frame, impossible to remove, giving her a sense of disappointment.
Seeing this, Sofia released the iron plate, took out the flashlight from her mouth, and swept its bright beam across the wall, hoping to find some useful clues. However, she didn’t find anything unusual and continued walking forward, circling to another wall.
This wall lacked both a window and a door. Sofia carefully scanned it with her flashlight but found nothing suspicious. She frowned slightly and turned to leave, intending to continue looking for other possible clues.
However, the moment she turned around, her peripheral vision suddenly caught a black shadow darting past, moving at great speed like a phantom in the darkness.
“Who!”
Sofia swiftly turned around, flashing the bright light of her flashlight toward the corner where the shadow appeared, sternly questioning with a voice full of vigilance and authority.
However, the corner was empty, with no sign of anyone.
But Sofia was confident in her vision; she was sure she hadn’t mistaken what she saw in that instant. She scanned the surroundings cautiously with her flashlight while silently unfastening the safety of her tightly held Type 92 pistol in her right hand, ready for any potential danger.