Chapter 374: The First Drop of Blood

Holy country.

This is the hardest hit area of ​​the Frozen Hell.

Although many monsters have been cleaned up, the ice and snow remain.

The climate is also gradually changing.

night time.

slum.

Those who should rest are resting.

It was icy rain, and the cold wind made a whistling sound through the deserted low streets.

The road was slippery and difficult, and there were hardly any people.

On such a night, even the robbery could not find the target.

Those gang members all retreated to nightclubs, casinos, and bars, and one by one, they got drunk.

In the cul-de-sac of the slum, a new, shiny machine suddenly appeared.

It looks like a vending machine, and a bit like a big game machine.

The machine is completely black, with a big "1" on the side.

Willing Force Judgment Machine.

It makes some changes.

In a layer of transparent glass, there are full of cans, snacks, and tightly packaged instant-to-eat lunch boxes.

This is undoubtedly a help in the snow for those poor people who are starving.

In the past few minutes, two groups of homeless and poor people have violently damaged it, trying to break open the glass to get the food inside.

But the machine is intact.

The homeless were all lying on the ground, moaning incessantly.

When they left with each other's arms, a group of half-aged children appeared on the corner of the street.

"Look, they can't break that food machine," said a child.

"Let's go, maybe tonight's dinner depends on it," said another child.

They surrounded the dark willpower trial machine.

Destruction and attack begins.

Every time they made a vicious attack, they were bound to suffer the same damage.

After a while, they were lying on the ground, just like the previous two groups of homeless people.

The willpower trial machine is still intact.

"Damn, what the hell is this?"

A half-year-old boy rubbed his stomach and said bitterly.

None of his accomplices said a word, all of them only cared about the pain.

The willpower trial machine suddenly made a rumbling sound.

"Although you were rude before, since you have asked, I will tell you."

A burst of enthusiastic music played.

"The God of Huangquan showed great mercy and created me in order to satisfy the wishes of all beings."

"Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods."

"I am the ruthless judge of willpower!"

There was silence.

The children looked at each other.

Machines can talk!

And it is obviously different from the general electronic language.

It appears to be autonomous.

In the dark night, such a thing appeared inexplicably.

It's really kind of weird.

The group of slum children stood up silently, supporting each other and staggering along.

Whatever it is, it's best to stay away from it.

They made up their minds and went faster than usual.

However, the last little boy did not give up and said bitterly: "Since you are the mercy of God, then take out your things and give us to eat."

"I'm sorry," the wish-power trial machine rumbled, "there is no free lunch in the world."

Heck!

The little boy gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what can you do?"

"Justice! Judgment of evil! As long as you have such a desire, I can do it for you." Willing Force Judgment Machine said.

The little boy froze.

He is only eleven years old this year, but his family has no money for him to learn a technique, and no way to pave his way.

Only his grandmother was left at home, and she was seriously ill in bed.

So he can only wander the streets, meet some of the same partners, and use stealing as a source of income.

"So, you are a very high-tech thing," the little boy concluded.

"In your words, in fact, I can be regarded as a black technology." Willing Force Judgment Machine said.

The little boy's companion came back and wanted to pull him away.

The little boy said angrily: "Shit! If you are really black technology, you can kill Max."

Max, the gang leader in this block.

He has the final say in all drug trade, human trafficking, robbery and murder, and occupation of the market.

The parents of these children have suffered losses from this person, and some even paid the price with their lives.

The little boy is an orphan.

His father was an unyielding straight character, and Max found an opportunity to kill him, and his mother was sold.

Willing Force Judgment Machine said: "I can't kill an innocent person casually."

The children burst into laughter when they heard this.

"No...innocent..."

"Hahaha, Max is innocent, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"This machine, is there something wrong with the intelligent settings?"

There was deep disappointment in the little boy's eyes.

"But!" Willing Force Judgment Machine said, "If you are willing to put him on trial, and after the trial you find that he is a wicked person, I will find a way to kill him."

"Will you let me judge him?"

"Of course I do!" the little boy shouted.

His companions also said: "Yes! Yes!"

"Okay, please donate your blood." Willing Force Judgment Machine said.

Quiet all around.

The Willing Power Judgment Machine explained: "The blood of all living beings is contaminated with the thin Willing Power, and only the Willing Power can drive this machine."

"Go, this is a weird thing," said the little boy's companion.

They pulled the little boy and quickly left here.

The street corner was quiet again.

It didn't take long.

The little boy stood in front of the willpower trial machine again.

He wiped the rain off his face and asked, "Can justice really be done?"

"Yes, as long as you donate your blood." Willing Force Judgment Machine said.

"How much?"

"I guess you are dealing with a sinful guy, so the final judgment must be launched."

"How much?"

"As I just said, a lot of blood will be needed, because blood contains sporadic willpower."

"How much?" The little boy was shaking all over, his eyes full of longing.

In the tragic and dark fate, the little boy is so eager for a glimmer of light - although it may well be a prank, he is willing to try.

A light from the Judgment Machine of May Force swept across the bony body of the little boy.

After a long time, the Willpower Judgment Machine let out a sigh.

"You are our first customer in the whole world, so just a symbolic drop of blood," it said.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am willing to shed this drop of blood!"

"You are a great boy who dared to fight against evil. Now, press your palm on the black area to my left."

"is that so?"

"Right, that is it."

"--All right!"

The little boy withdrew his hand and looked carefully in front of him.

No wounds.

It seemed like I didn't feel anything just now.

Indeed, just a drop of blood.

Even a little boy who has been hungry all day can take it.

The willpower trial machine made a roar.

"Ah, I got my first blood!" it said in a low voice.

"Dear customer, please name the sinner you want to judge and who he is."

The little boy shouted expectantly: "Max, the gangster Max!"

The willpower trial machine made a rumbling sound.

"The trial is about to begin."

It is stated in a solemn tone.

"Because it is an opening trial, it needs to be treated with caution."

"Searching for the way of judgment in this world."

"In this world, the most intriguing trial method has been found."

"The global optical brain projection will soon be used to broadcast the trial live."

"The presiding judge of this world is being selected."

"In this world, the most feared presiding judge has been found."

"Invitation to the Killing Clown cameo at the opening trial."

"Pay the price."

"The Killing Clown has agreed."

"Now, the trial begins!"

All the instruments on the entire planet that can display images light up at this moment.

The scene of the killing clown trial of the eternal champion reappeared in front of all human beings.

Wearing a cold and stiff smiling face clown mask, a dark armor, behind a pair of black light wings.

The Killing Clown came out of the darkness with a spotlight that happened to shine on it.

The clown put his palm upright to his mouth and whispered, "I've found a new job."

It looked around nervously, and took a long breath to breathe.

Out of nowhere, I took out a crumpled note, and the Killing Clown spread it out and said, "Then, tonight's guest is—Max, Max of the Holy Nation!"

Joker begins to applaud earnestly.

Suddenly a person appeared beside it.

With a big back, wearing a black vest, hooked nose, black beard, and holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Gangster, Max.

Max appeared suddenly, obviously stunned for a moment.

"Kill the clown..." He looked at the clown and swallowed hard.

Max reached for something in his arms.

The next second, he seemed to realize what kind of existence he was facing.

His hands froze, a smile on his face: "What do you want?"

The Killing Clown grabbed his hand and held it.

The clown said: "Congratulations, I really want to chat with you for a while, but our live broadcast time is limited and we have no advertisers to sponsor us, so now we will start the trial directly."

"Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch!"

Screen switching.

All the evil things that Max has done in his life appear on the screen one after another.

Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection fees, taking drugs and dealing drugs, opening casinos, making money, killing people and families.

Those heinous atrocities, those extremely heinous and inhuman crimes, appeared on the screen scene by scene.

Each scene lasts for a few seconds, explaining to people the beginning and end of a crime.

It took a few minutes for the picture on the light curtain to disappear completely.

Killing Clown and Max are in front of everyone again.

The Killing Clown let go of the opponent's hand and said, "Choose according to Mr. Max's crimes, and find a classical punishment that suits him."

Five ropes flew out and wrapped around Max's hands, feet, and neck.

The rope was quickly tied into a dead knot.

The other end of the rope sank into the darkness with no end in sight.

"Damn, what the hell is going on." Max struggled.

The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes became.

The five ropes became more and more tense, and in the end Max could barely move.

He was in the shape of a "big" and was pulled in the air by the rope.

"Now, the time is handed over to everyone." Killing Clown said.

"Please start voting."

"If you agree with Max dying, please spend a drop of blood and cast him to death."

"Oh, yes, of course you can cast a few more votes."

As soon as the Killing Clown finished speaking, a line of red numbers appeared on Max's chest.

Below the red numbers, is a stopwatch that has not yet moved.

Killing Clown explained: "Every 1 point increase in the red number means that someone has spent a drop of blood in the hope that Mr. Max will die."

"In three minutes, when the red number reaches one million, Mr. Max will accept the classic car split."

"Then now, the timer begins!"

The stopwatch immediately started beating.

In reality, a line of prompts appeared in front of everyone.

"Are you willing to use blood to decide the death of the gang boss Max?"

Some people are vigilant and ignore the willpower trial machine.

But more people don't think so.

Max's life was full of evil, and he committed countless crimes that were outrageous and resentful. Any ordinary person would be filled with righteous indignation when he saw it.

There are always people who don't know him, and don't hesitate to spend a drop of blood to die for him.

all around the world.

"Bah! Such scum, it's really damn!"

"Old man, calm down."

"Calm down, anyway, I have lived so long, even if the Killing Clown wants to kill me, it doesn't matter to me."

"I want to donate blood!"

another place.

A man persuaded: "Wife, calm down, don't pay attention to Killing Clown, it's a terrifying monster."

His wife's eyes were red, and she said, "Fuck! This Max is so hateful. I don't care how many people he has killed, I want to shed a drop of blood!"

Saying that, she donated a drop of blood.

After thinking about it, she was not reconciled.

Facing the line of words in the void, she asked, "I want to donate more, can I?"

The line of words changed and turned into a new line of words: "Of course, you can donate as much as you want."

"I'll donate ten more drops of blood!"

Fuxi Palace.

"Your Majesty, you seem a little dangerous like this." A minister advised.

"It's okay, I know killing the clown, this is very interesting, let me try it."

"I donate twenty drops of blood to make Max die."

Queen Varona said the above words as if she had discovered some novel toy.

Holy country.

Gangster Casino.

A person who looked like a boss said: "It turns out to be Max, just right, the last revenge hasn't been avenged yet, everyone should donate blood."

"Boss, aren't you afraid that this is a trap?" a subordinate asked.

"The world has become like this. What else is there to be afraid of? Besides, although the Killing Clown is terrifying, he has never done anything to civilians. You should pay attention to this."

As the gang boss said, he donated a drop of blood.

"You too, donate."

"Yes!"

Those who know Max and those who don't have made a decision at this moment.

Not to mention that in the entire slum, there are not a few people who hate Max to the core.

On the spot, many people chose blood.

The red numbers start to grow rapidly.

In just twenty seconds, one million drops of blood had accumulated.

This is just the beginning.

People found that after donating a drop of blood, it did not affect themselves.

More bystanders are starting to get involved.

The numbers representing blood keep growing.

Three minutes passed quickly.

time up.

"The accumulation of one million drops of blood is completed in twenty seconds."

"Three minutes, eighty-nine million drops of blood."

"It's a moving scene, everyone is so passionate about other people's deaths." The Killing Clown sighed.

"Mr. Max, you've got an amazing approval rating and you've won Car Sunder."

"Please enjoy, I won't disturb you."

After killing the clown, the whole person disappeared into the darkness.

Only Max was left.

The ropes wrapped around his arms, ankles, and head quickly tightened.

In the next second, a huge and irresistible force came from the rope, making everyone watching tighten their hearts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Max let out a miserable cry.

It takes a lot of effort to chop off a person's head and limbs, let alone a slow pull.

The pain suffered by the prisoners can be imagined.

It took ten seconds.

Whoa!

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Five ropes disappeared into the darkness with Max's hands, feet and head.

All that was left was Max's body.

This corpse has no head, no hands, and no feet. It is Max who was torn to death by a car.

All he had left was his torso.

"The first trial is over." Willing Force Trial Machine said.

"The trial cost one million vows, and the remaining vows are an auspicious number - eighty-eight million."

"Because of the extra willpower, this machine will be used to solve the problems left by Max."

"All his property will be converted into credit points and distributed to those who have been framed by him according to the degree of damage."

"This trial is over, please look forward to the next trial."

All the light curtains were automatically turned off, and the projection equipment on the entire planet returned to normal.

The trial is over.

The little boy stood in front of the trial machine.

"Max really died?" he asked.

"Yes, he has already gone to hell to report." Willing Force Trial Machine replied.

"Is this true? It wasn't a dream, was it?" the little boy asked in disbelief.

"Of course it's not a dream. I converted a credit point and deposited it in the Holy Country Bank in the name of you and your mother. The password is eight 8s."

"Next - please turn around and face back."

The little boy turned around.

His mother stood behind him, wiping her tears while watching him tenderly.

"Mother!"

The little boy threw himself into his mother's arms.