Chapter 144 High-Tech Livestream
[My God!]
[Am I seeing this right?]
[Paul Three is live-streaming a murder?]
[This can't be broadcast.]
A group of netizens rubbed their eyes vigorously and typed.
Three minutes later, they confirmed that Paul Three hadn't changed his post and became excited.
[This is too thrilling.]
[Oh my God.]
[Such a bloody thing is horrible! But I really want to watch it!]
[Are you guys dumb? There's no way he's really live-streaming about murder.]
[No matter what you say, this title has successfully caught my attention!]
[I'm not watching the dancing girl anymore! I'm waiting for this!]
[It's so dark that I feel goosebumps all over my body.]
In just ten minutes, the netizens were in an uproar.
This news was spreading rapidly among the crowd, shocking countless people.
Paul Three's single post crushed the promotions of countless live-streaming companies! The effect surpassed ad campaigns worth millions!
No one could have predicted this. Live-streaming was one thing, but live-streaming a murder? This idea was just too novel.
At the Creator Company, Walter, holding his phone, found Alvin. "Mr. Weaver, look at this, Paul Three's move is too weird, isn't it?"
Busy with work, Alvin casually glanced at the phone screen. The pencil in his hand snapped immediately.
"He's completely out of control! I'll give him a call!" Alvin said.
Ten minutes later, Alvin walked toward the office, his expression gloomy. Following Elbert's instructions, he notified all employees: At 12 o'clock sharp, the Gemini app would fully promote the live murder!
Afterward, Alvin hid in a corner and sighed leisurely. He learned that someone indeed planned to assassinate Elbert. But Elbert also planned to live-stream the whole thing! And he smiled, telling Alvin not to worry!
A bewildered Walter finally understood what Paul Three meant by "I'll handle the promotion"!
At Meta Platforms Company Group, Cassius, looking dejected, was constantly smoking a cigar. He suddenly saw Paul Three's update. Cassius laughed maniacally, "You guys go ahead, I don't care what tricks you pull! Because you're about to die!"
"What is this?" Just now, Cassius accidentally clicked on Paul Three's specific content. "Live-streaming about murder?" Cassius jumped up. He hurriedly dispersed the smoke in front of him!
'Did I read that wrongly?' Cassius's pupils shrank sharply, his heart pounded violently, and he almost fainted!
'Hiring a killer? Could it be referring to me? He knows my plan! He knows about Nine of Spades! What's going on? This person is terrifying.'
After pondering a while, Cassius was extremely flustered. He frantically rummaged through his things to find the phone and called Tiger, the intermediary!
As soon as the call connected, Cassius angrily shouted, "Tiger, what kind of mess did you make? Where's that stupid hitman? How are we supposed to carry out our assassination plan? You blew it, you screwed me over! Cancel the plan immediately!"
A desperate, bitter laugh came from the other end. "I'm also falling apart! I just called the hitman dozens of times, and all the calls went unanswered! Now, no one knows where he is! I can't reach Card Club either, and all the calls are unanswered!"
Then, the sound of packing up came through the phone. "Cassius, I suggest you pack up and run!"
The call ended! Cassius was completely stunned!
Cassius stood frozen for a full three minutes. Then he remembered to check the time! There was still an hour and a half before the live stream started!
"Run! Yes, I have to run now!" he told himself.
In the Wavehaven Suburbs, amidst messy bushes, Nine of Spades, wearing a black mask and tight black clothing, carrying a backpack, moved like a ghost. He occasionally looked up to confirm that there were no cameras around. This route was carefully chosen. The first lesson of joining Card Club was how to avoid leaving any evidence!
Ahead, the outline of a white hemispherical building was faintly visible. Nine of Spades took out his phone to check. Everything was normal! He turned off the phone—before the operation, all communication had to be turned off! Then, he crouched down lightly, squinting at the terrain.
"It matched the data perfectly! Poor Elbert, you can't escape!" Nine of Spades sneered.
"This area is desolate! Your body probably won't be discovered for a while after you die! As for my actions, no one will ever find out!"
He laughed harshly and got to work.
Two kilometers away, on a tall streetlamp, a one-armed teenager sat with his legs dangling, holding a cup of Coke. The breeze blew his bangs, revealing a delicate and calm face. He picked up the binoculars beside him and glanced at the bushes in the distance. The figure crouching like a wild dog was the international hitman Nine of Spades.
The teenager took a sip of Coke and touched the headset by his ear. "That idiot is here."
"No rush."
"Elbert, how about I go kill him for you? He's an eyesore."
"Summer, you need to change your personality. Don't always think about killing. I brought you here today for something else. Just take a break."
"Okay," the teenager said, feeling quite bored, and took another sip of Coke.
In Lab Graveyard, Elbert, with his hands behind his head, comfortably leaned back in his chair. In front of him was a huge virtual projection. It showed hundreds of surveillance angles! Every angle within three kilometers of Lab Graveyard was in full view! Including the clueless international hitman—Nine of Spades!
Robert's surveillance was superior, and no hitman could hide from it.
At this moment, Nine of Spades didn't know that countless drone zoom lenses had already recorded him in detail at nearly a thousand meters before him!
Elbert smiled lightly.
Ten minutes remained. At 12 o'clock sharp, these angles would be directly broadcast on the Gemini app!
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