Chapter 783: just like being under an immobilization spell

“The Dark Law Enforcer’s intelligence is just so-so, nothing different from an ordinary person. Maybe he’s even dumber than me! If I were him, I’d definitely never let myself get into such a passive situation.” Another netizen started critiquing the Dark Law Enforcer’s intellect, as if they were standing atop the world, looking down their nose at everyone else.

“Exactly! If the Dark Law Enforcer somehow escapes this time, I’ll live-stream myself doing a donkey! Who’s afraid of who?” Another netizen followed the trend and made a “bold declaration.” For a moment, negative remarks doubting the Dark Law Enforcer flooded the chat, as if they had ascended the twin peaks of moral and intellectual superiority.

However, just as these keyboard warriors were spewing brash remarks, seemingly ready to tear the heavens apart, the livestream screen abruptly shifted to an image that left them utterly dumbfounded. The young policeman was seen raising a folding chair high above his head. His eyes were filled with determination and resolve as he exerted his strength and hurled the chair fiercely at the glass box.

“Bang!” A deafening boom echoed like thunder cracking across a quiet field, reverberating throughout the room. The immense impact generated a forceful backlash, quickly transmitting through the young officer’s arms. His grip loosened, and the folding chair flew from his hands, tracing an arc in midair before colliding heavily against the wall, emitting a dull thud.

But when everyone’s gaze fell upon the glass box struck by the chair, they realized the outcome was entirely contrary to their expectations. The glass box didn’t shatter into shards as imagined. Instead, the struck area showed not even the slightest hint of a crack. It remained completely intact, as if the fierce blow had been nothing more than a gentle tap.

Seeing this, Jack Thompson, who had been casually perched on Alicia Linder’s corpse, froze completely. The smug smile at the corner of his lips vanished without a trace, replaced by sheer terror. His eyes widened like copper bells, as if he’d witnessed the most horrifying thing in the world. He grasped the magnitude of the setback in his rescue plan that had seemed foolproof.

At that moment, the timer on the wall ticked mercilessly down, with only five seconds left. Jack Thompson leapt up from the corpse as if he’d gone insane. His body trembled slightly from agitation and fear as he screamed hoarsely at the officers outside the glass box, “What the hell are you idiots doing? Stop standing there like fools! Find a way to get me out! Are you all useless or what?” His voice, hoarse with anger and despair, echoed through the room, saturated with helplessness.

Meanwhile, in the livestream chat, the keyboard warriors fell completely silent upon witnessing the unexpected result, as though struck by an immobilization spell. One by one, they were dumbfounded, unable to type another character on their keyboards, as if their hands had been chopped off. The chat room abruptly became eerily quiet, so still that one could almost hear people’s heartbeats. Those who had always supported the Dark Law Enforcer, nursing pent-up anger from previous taunts, seized the opportunity and started typing furiously in the chat, preparing for a ruthless counterattack.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Not gonna keep going? Weren’t you all dancing pretty lively just now? What’s with the sudden silence? Cat got your tongue?” One viewer typed gleefully in the chat, their words dripping with satisfaction.

“Who was it that said the streamer was dumber than them? Honestly, the streamer must have an IQ of 280, while you? 820? More like a complete idiot!” Another viewer fired back mercilessly in response, leaving no room for those who had mocked the streamer earlier.

“To whoever vowed to do a pig earlier–well, my family happens to have a sow in heat. I’ll reluctantly give her up for your ‘honorable’ promise. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to deliver!” Yet another commenter teased, triggering a flood of laughing emoji reactions from viewers who supported the streamer.

“Oh, they’ll just ‘do’ it, huh? With someone like that, the pig would probably sue them for assault, haha!” Yet another viewer joined in, turning it into a game of mockery as laughter filled the livestream from those backing the streamer.

“Haha, the person upstairs hit the nail on the head! These types who only shout nonsense behind a keyboard are probably just cowards hiding in dingy corners of reality, venting at walls.” A viewer summarized sarcastically with humor, their comments sparking waves of approval from supporters of the Dark Law Enforcer, filling the screen with excited messages venting their suppressed emotions.

In stark contrast to the newfound jubilation in the livestream chat, Jack Thompson was consumed by a growing terror. The police he had pinned his hopes on seemed formidable at first, but reality had cruelly dashed his prospects. The timer was close to running out, yet he remained trapped in this hellish glass box, haunted by the encroaching shadow of death.

“You idiots! Are your guns just for show? Shoot! Hurry up and shoot to shatter this damned glass!” Jack Thompson roared again, his voice brimming with desperation and fury, his every word seemingly wrung out forcefully from deep within.

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