[Holy shit? Going big?]
[Really?]
[Probably just big talk, don't forget foreigners can be keyboard warriors too!]
[Aweso! Aren't they afraid of being caught for saying that?]
[FBI: Open up! Check your water ter!]
...
Upon seeing this sentence, Gu Ji imdiately picked up his phone to check the live streaming backend.
His intuition told him this person didn't seem to be lying.
He searched through all of "Art Needs Cruelty's" ssages and found that when they said "to give the strear a little help," that's precisely when the remote-controlled bomb exploded, with a margin of error of no more than two seconds.
If you remove the live streaming delay, it was spot on!
It's real!
Gu Ji's head buzzed.
The last ti there was a public terrorist bombing attack on the dia was by the infamous bomber: Ted Kaczynski!
A child prodigy who went to Harvard at 16, bombed schools across the United States, and played the FBI for 18 years!
From 1978 to 1995, Kaczynski sent a series of increasingly sophisticated bombs to major institutions in the United States, causing public panic.
Most terrifyingly, he anonymously sent letters to nurous dia outlets, publicly "broadcasting live" his attack purposes and demands in the newspapers, and the police were helpless against him.
The FBI tead up with other agencies to form a special group of 125 agents and even offered a $1 million bounty, but it was eventually his own brother who saw through him and led to his capture.
But what era was it when Kaczynski committed his cris?
Back then, criminal investigation and counter-terrorism technologies were in their infancy, and he was using newspapers, which had a significant delay; by the ti the dia received the letters, the perpetrator might have long fled.
And now, what ti is it?
The 21st century.
Even watching porn online leaves a browsing record, let alone speaking in a live streaming room!
This bomber is too arrogant!
So Gu Ji decisively took out his phone and dialed "911," but before the call connected, the dial tone abruptly ended with a "beep beep beep" sound.
Was it a bad signal?
Just as he was about to redial, a scrolling comnt appeared in the live chat.
[Art Needs Cruelty: It seems your assistant is much calr than you, and since I haven't explained the rules yet, this doesn't count as you breaking them. I've placed remote sensing bombs on the three of you. If you take them off or move more than 5 ters away from the live streaming phone, they will explode, powerful enough to kill you.]
[Starting now, you must live stream the whole process of searching for these three bombs I've hidden. I'll send you a clue in a private ssage separately, and during the search, you cannot turn off the live stream, seek police help, or get caught. If anyone violates any of these three rules, I will imdiately detonate the bomb on them. If all three of you die, the entire city of New York will be buried with you!]
The bombs on them?
Passionfruit's heart skipped a beat as they glanced down at the black microphone clipped to their neck, the signal light blinking a bright red.
Gu Ji's heart was pounding rapidly.
He never expected that his action of making a phone call would be caught by the bomber.
Is the person nearby?
Or monitoring remotely from backstage?
Gu Ji leaned toward the latter explanation, no wonder this bomber dared to reveal their identity in a livestream, turns out they're equipped with hacker-level computer skills.
Indeed.
According to the bomber's first demand, keeping a continuous live stream is fundantally impossible, even without considering subjective factors, external and objective factors must be considered.
With such a terrifying bombing attack, the event will quickly spread across the internet, and within hours, it will cause a sensation nationwide and even worldwide.
To reduce the panic and negative impact of the event.
The authorities will definitely ask the software company to shut down the live stream, which is beyond Gu Ji and the others' control.
So to prevent the "cutting the wire" scenario, the bomber needs to lock the live room from the backend or use a virus to crash the company's backend system to ensure it's beyond official control.
Otherwise, it's a deadlock!
[No wonder there are few foreigners here, this is freaking terrifying!]
[Is this guy so arrogant? Aren't they afraid of getting tracked by the FBI?]
[Arican version of "Terror Live"?]
[At first, I thought it was just a prank for show effects, but if it's real, I want to say pulling off a terrorist attack won't end well for you! The CIA, FBI, Seal, Delta aren't for nothing!]
[Aren't you afraid this guy might track you and blow up your computer?]
[Don't be afraid! The master will take action!]
...
In less than a minute, the number of people in the live room skyrocketed from a few hundred to a thousand.
Judging by the comnts, so people chose to believe, so were skeptical, and so insisted the bomber was just bluffing.
anwhile, Dizad shook his head fearfully, seemingly still in shock from the aftermath of the explosion.
"I don't care what prank you're pulling, it has nothing to do with , I'm just a bodyguard..."
As he spoke, Dizard turned to run away.
But just as he ran beyond the 5-ter range from the live streaming phone.
With a muffled "thud," a burst of blood exploded from Dizad's throat, flesh sprayed everywhere, splattering warm and moist pieces on Passionfruit and Gu Ji's faces!
"Ah——!"
"Ah! Soone's dead!"
...
The injured people cried out anxiously, but thanks to Gu Ji's tily warning and the bomb's lower power, there were no fatalities, only injured at the scene.
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