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Chapter 188 Horrifying Live Broadcast! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The television camera shook violently, and the woman's screams and the man's roars echoed throughout the live broadcast room.

After the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, all the television crew members and viewers watching the live broadcast heard Rorschach's playful voice:

I want to play a game.

In a dilapidated old house in Brooklyn, Steve stared intently at the television screen, his fists clenched tightly.

"It's Rorschach! It really is Rorschach!"

When they met at the World Trade Center site a few days ago, he had a vague suspicion about the other person's identity.

But at the time, he was so heartbroken that he only wanted to seek justice for his dead brothers and didn't care at all whether the other party was the "number one terrorist" reported in the news every day.

But now, he's certain!

Aside from that man known as the "Judge," who else will stand up for ordinary people like them, who have been wantonly trampled upon by politicians and capitalists?!
"Rorschach Butcher."

Steve was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the live stream.

This midday talk show used to be his favorite program, but he hasn't watched it since something happened.

Until a few minutes ago, an anonymous text message made him watch it again after many years, and now, his eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation that he hadn't seen in ten years.

At this very moment, tens of millions of viewers across the United States, like Steve, are glued to their television screens.

"I'm warning you one last time."

Inside the CBS broadcasting building, Rorschach's deep voice echoed in the live broadcast studio, "Remember, this is the last time."

"First, if anyone dares to cut off the call again, the next explosion will be on other floors of the building crowded with staff. Of course, you can organize an evacuation, I have no objection. But..."

"I guarantee that your evacuation speed will never be faster than the speed at which I press the detonator."

In the live broadcast room, all the staff looked at each other in horror, and many of them were trembling with fear.

This is Rorschach Butcher!
Rorschach, who assassinated the Speaker of the House, blew up the Justice Department, and destroyed the Statue of Liberty!
This man's terrifying reputation was built on a series of world-shaking attacks, and no one doubted whether he would dare to blow up the Broadcasting Building.

"OK"

Ronion tried to remain calm and raised his hand to signal everyone in the live stream to stay calm.

He faced the camera and said seriously, "We understand. Unless you hang up yourself, this call will remain connected."

"very good."

Luo Xia's lips curled up as he continued, "Secondly, this live stream can only be stopped if I say so. If anyone dares to cut off the live stream signal, no matter who does it, I will detonate another bomb."

"Third, all three of you must sit in front of the camera the entire time. Anyone who dares to leave will face the same consequences."

After hearing these three warnings, the expressions of the two mayors and the host, Ronion, all turned extremely grim.

Clearly, the terrorist's target was the three of them.

Ronion glanced furtively at Bill and Michael. He could understand the two mayors being involved, but he was just a host.
Just as he was puzzled, the current mayor, Bill, sitting on the sofa, frowned and looked at the camera: "Rorschach, I don't know what tricks you're trying to play, but I hope you wake up in time. If you have any complaints, take them out on me, don't drag innocent citizens into it!"

"Don't rush to put on a show, Mr. Mayor. None of the people who are going to die today are innocent."

Looking at the three people on the screen with their different expressions, Rorschach continued, "Now, Mr. Ronion, please put your hand under the table."

Ronion frowned in confusion.

Under the table?

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he carefully reached his hand under the control desk that had been with him for over a decade.

The next second, his expression froze.

To everyone's astonishment, Ronion ripped a tablet computer, which was held in place by tape, from under the table.

“Open it,” Rorschach commanded coldly.

Ronion first looked at the two mayors beside him, then turned his gaze to the program director in the studio.

But no one could give him any advice; everyone was staring intently at the iPad that Apple had released six months earlier in his hand.

"call"

Ronion took a deep breath and then pressed the power button.

The screen lit up instantly, followed by a video that appeared in front of him.

No, this is not a video.

The screen also displays the time in the upper right corner, showing today's date.

This is real-time monitoring footage!
When his gaze fell on the center of the screen, the veteran host, who had seen it all, suddenly contracted his pupils.

"This is."

Ronion swallowed hard, his hand holding the tablet beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

“Point the screen toward the camera.” Rorschach’s voice was like a devil’s whisper.

"No, no, this content can't be on TV."

"Point the screen at the camera!"

A fierce shout echoed throughout the live stream.

Ronion pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned the tablet towards the camera.

In an instant, everyone, from the staff in the control room to the viewers watching the live broadcast, stared in shock.

In the surveillance footage, figures with their heads and bodies fixed in place by special devices are clearly visible.

They varied in height and build, some were white-haired and over sixty, while others looked like they had just reached adulthood. All of them were wearing only thin underwear and stared at the camera in fear.

"Thompson?!"

Former Mayor Michael incredulously called out the name of the man in the center of the screen.

"It seems our mayor knows them, that's good."

Rorschach's voice rang out again, this time addressed to all the audience members.

"Let me introduce this group of 'people'—if they can still be called people."

“Bryan Thompson, CEO of UnitedHealth Insurance Company, has personally handled countless textbook-level denial cases during his more than 20 years in office.”

“Ethan Carter, a board member of UnitedHealth Insurance (UHA) and a partner at a top New York law firm, specializes in providing the most unscrupulous legal support to insurance companies.”

"Ryan Miller, a board member of UnitedHealth Insurance and deputy director of the City Hall Financial Services Department. He should have been fulfilling his oversight responsibilities, but for years he covered up countless dirty deals for UHA!"

"Sophia Brown, Board Member of UHA, Head of Banking at Metropolitan Bank."

One by one, names were announced by Rorschach, each followed by a detailed introduction of the person's identity.

After he finished speaking, all the citizens watching the live broadcast understood—without exception, these people were all top executives of UHA, top elites spread across all walks of life in New York.

In Rorschach's account, they all provided various forms of illegal protection for the insurance company.

The introduction is over.

Bill stared at the UHA executives bound by strange instruments of torture on the surveillance screen, his face showing anxiety.

Is that madman going to livestream the torture of them?
If this footage were broadcast, his time as mayor would be over!
After all, this was a major case that occurred under his jurisdiction, and it was broadcast live across the entire United States!

“Michael,” he turned to seek advice, only to find that the former mayor was in even worse shape than he was.

Large beads of sweat rolled down the other person's forehead, and their entire face was as pale as paper.

"Michael? Are you alright?" Bill asked, frowning.

"Huh? I... I just feel a little hot." The bloated old man picked up his water glass and took two big gulps, feeling slightly better.

Bill glanced at him a few times, and after confirming that he couldn't rely on the old man, he could only grit his teeth and shout at the camera: "Rorschach, what exactly do you want to do? Show the entire nation how brutal you are?!"

"What do I want to do? Hahaha."

Rorschach's mocking laughter echoed in everyone's ears, followed by his icy voice:
"Citizens of New York, do you know what real 'insurance' is?"

"It's not those pieces of paper with beautiful promises printed on them, not the smiling men in suits in TV commercials, and certainly not the guarantees and responsibilities they talk about."

"The real insurance is that when those firefighters rushed into the fire during 9/11, they believed that if they fell, at least their families would be taken care of."

"But do you know what this company called UnitedHealth Insurance has done?"

“They examined every hero’s medical history under a microscope, searched for the smallest loopholes in the terms and conditions with a magnifying glass, and then kicked the orphaned mother and her children out with the dirtiest excuses: ‘Past medical history not declared’ ‘Occupational risks not covered’!”

"At the same time, their CEO sat in his top-floor office, counting the money he had squeezed from the dead, laughing and discussing how much the bonuses had increased this year!"

"This isn't business, this is damn murder!"

“They murdered promises, murdered trust, murdered the last dignity of those who gave their lives for this city!” “Tonight, I am here, not as a terrorist, but as a witness.”

“I have witnessed their greed, I have witnessed their lies, and now, I will make the entire city witness their trial!”

"Because some debts must be repaid with blood."

"And today is their repayment day!"

"Remember this moment, New York. Remember who is protecting you and who is sucking your blood dry."

"Because when the sun rises tomorrow, this city will no longer be able to accommodate these vampires!"

There were already quite a few people in Steve's living room in front of the television.

Most of them are middle-aged women who are widows of firefighters who either sacrificed their lives at the rescue site during the 9/11 attacks or unfortunately passed away due to chronic illnesses contracted during disaster relief.

Steve called them all over to watch the trial of the unscrupulous capitalists!

Everyone present was glued to the television screen, especially when they saw the insurance company executives on the tablet, who were fixed in place by all sorts of strange machines.

Their faces began to show smiles that hadn't been seen in a long time!
On television, Rorschach's voice rang out again, and everyone perked up their ears.

"But look."

Looking at the few people in the live stream who were barely daring to breathe on the screen, Luo Xia stroked his chin and joked, "What I love most is giving people who have made mistakes a chance to atone for their sins, even if they are criminals."

"I believe you can also see that our esteemed CEO is being mechanically secured to the ground."

“His chest was tightly surrounded by twelve C-shaped metal braces that had been inserted into his ribcage and hooked into his ribs.”

"Once the machine is activated, the support frame fixed to his chest will extend backward, pushing all his ribs apart from the outside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned in horror to Thompson, who was being held firmly in place by mechanical instruments in the center of the screen.

At this moment, this member of New York's high society is crying as he looks at the camera, his face full of panic and fear, a far cry from his former glamorous self.

“But like I said, I will give him a chance to atone.”

"See that glass in front of him? It contains the key to open the machine, but the glass is filled with concentrated sulfuric acid. If he can take out the key and unlock the mechanism within the sixty seconds of the machine's activation, he can survive!"

Rorschach said in a deep voice, "Over the past two decades, he has signed countless denied insurance policies, causing tens of thousands of patients who should have received their due medical compensation to die with resentment. Now, it is time for this sinful hand to pay the price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light suddenly flashed above the instrument that was holding Thompson in place, and the mechanical device that had been holding Thompson's hands in place suddenly loosened.

Although he can't move his body yet, at least his hands can move freely.

Under everyone's gaze, he first wailed and fiddled with the steel frame fixed to his chest and abdomen, but the steel frame could not be moved by him at all.

Then, his desperate gaze fell upon the yellow liquid in front of him, which was bubbling with tiny bubbles.
“Shit,” Bill muttered a curse, then abruptly turned to look at the camera.

"Rorschach! Do you know what you're doing?!"

Bill roared at the man behind the camera, "Just because of your baseless speculation, you're going to let the entire nation watch you vigilante justice against an innocent person?!"

"Speculation? Innocent?"

Rorschach calmly replied, "You overestimate the morality of these beasts. You want to see evidence, right? Then I'll give you the evidence. Mr. Ronion, please open the third drawer under the control panel and take everything out."

Ronion silently opened the drawer, which was previously empty but now contained a thick stack of documents and a dozen videotapes.

It was obvious that the other party had already infiltrated the live broadcast room before the interview even began.

"These documents are records of UnitedHealth Insurance Company's handling of policies for firefighters who participated in the 9/11 attacks. Almost every one of them was rejected for various reasons, such as non-compliance with terms and conditions or incomplete information. Of course, you can also argue that the insurance company's reasons are justified. Therefore, I have also prepared surveillance videos of the insurance company's board members meeting at different times during that period."

"It contains their views on the compensation claims of the firefighters involved in the 9/11 attacks. I remember one sentence very clearly: 'Delay it if you can, and don't pay if you can avoid paying. Anyway, they can't cause any big trouble.'"

“They don’t sell insurance—they sell legal despair.”

"Now, do you still think they are innocent, Mr. Mayor?"

Bill flipped through the documents in his hands, speechless for a moment.

He had heard of UnitedHealth Insurance Company's reputation before, but he never expected them to be so blatant. Not only were their reasons for refusing to pay unreasonable and domineering, but they also left behind such offensive evidence during a meeting.

"These idiots."

Bill cursed angrily and was about to stall Rorschach for some time when the image on the tablet changed.

Despite numerous attempts to break free of his restraints, Thompson finally reached out his desperate hand toward the glass filled with concentrated sulfuric acid.

He hesitated several times in mid-air, but soon, the CEO of the insurance company gritted his teeth and forcefully reached his hand in.

“Zizi~~~”

The sound, like hot oil frying, rang out first.

This was followed by Thompson's painful howls!

"Ahhhh!!!"

This unscrupulous CEO, who had indirectly caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people, developed countless blisters on his hands when they were soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid!
"Fake."

Bill frowned as he watched this scene, his expression twisting involuntarily.

Meanwhile, in front of the television, countless families who had been cheated by UnitedHealth Insurance all wore smiles of satisfaction and relief.

"Ahhh!!!"

The cries of pain continued.

Thompson had no idea how many people were watching him. All he knew was that if he didn't get the key and open the mechanism, he would be brutally killed in this warehouse!

Soon, he found the key that was at the very bottom.

At this moment, his right hand was covered in large, bloody wounds, even revealing the pale bone, but it didn't matter, he had already obtained the key.

He gave a bitter laugh, gripped it tightly, and then gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to pull it out!

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

The key, which had been perfectly intact just moments before, was now corroded beyond recognition, with only a small fragment still clinging to it.

"Fake!!!"

He cursed in anguish at his surroundings, but apart from the unfortunate bunch of men who were all firmly pinned down, no one else in the entire warehouse could respond to him.

Thompson stared desperately at the camera as the red timer light above his head went out—

The mechanical device suddenly started!

“Crack—!”

His ribs spread out menacingly to both sides like the wings of a fallen angel!

The sticky entrails poured down with a nauseating sound.
"Oh, God"

The faces of everyone in the live stream were contorted with extreme horror.

The visual impact of this scene far exceeds the limits of human endurance, making it arguably the most horrific execution scene of our time!
In stark contrast, cheers erupted in various impoverished neighborhoods of New York.

"Deserve it!"

Steve clenched his fist, his face a mixture of vengeful pleasure and brutality.

The vampire who exploited them has finally paid the price!

Inside the studio, Ronnie and Bill had long since lost their composure as professional hosts.

They looked at each other in terror, reading the same tremor in each other's pupils.

At this moment, the director suddenly pointed to the teleprompter:
Police are locating the warehouse coordinates to track down Rorschach's hideout.

The president is closely monitoring the situation and is determined to buy time.

However, neither Ronion nor Bill and the others were in the mood to look at the contents of the teleprompter; their attention was entirely focused on the person behind Thompson on the tablet.

The director of United Insurance was strapped to an iron chair, a huge bear trap clamped firmly to his face, metal teeth marks deeply embedded in his flesh.

"This improved jaw splitter is powerful enough to completely dissect the target from the mandible to the top of the skull."

"But that's just right, after all, our dear director is most adept at using vicious language to divide classes and calling laborers barbarians."

"Now, it's time for him to experience the real punishment of having his tongue pulled out."

Bill closed his eyes reluctantly.

Rorschach's voice came through the speakers again:
“One last time, Bill, and Mayor Michael—”

"Have the compensation payments for the families of firefighters been fully and completely paid?"

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(End of this chapter)