Chapter 374

Holy land.

This is the worst hit area of ice hell.

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

The climate is changing.

At night.

Slums.

Those who should rest, rest.

It was freezing and raining, and the cold wind whistled through the deserted low streets.

The road was slippery and hard to walk, and there were few people.

On such a night, even the robbery can't be found.

Those gang members, all retracted nightclubs, casinos, bars, one by one to drink themselves drunk.

In the dead end of the slum, a new, shining machine suddenly appeared.

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

The whole body of the machine is dark, with a large "1" painted on its side.

May power judge.

It has made a few changes.

A layer of transparent glass, filled with cans, snacks, tightly packed instant hot box lunch.

For those who are starving, it is no doubt that it is a timely help.

In the past few minutes, two groups of tramps and poor people have carried out violent destruction on it, trying to break the glass and get the food inside.

But the machine is intact.

The tramps were all lying on the ground, moaning.

When they helped each other to leave, a group of half aged children appeared on the street corner.

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

"Let's go. Maybe it's up to us for dinner today." Another child said.

They surrounded the dark will trial machine.

Destruction and attacks begin.

Every time they make a vicious attack, they are bound to suffer the same damage.

After a while, they were lying on the ground like the other two groups of tramps.

The trial machine is still intact.

"What the hell is this?"

A half old boy rubbed his stomach and said with hate.

None of his associates spoke, one by one, only concerned about the pain.

All of a sudden, the voice of the trial plane thundered.

"Although you were rude before, I'll let you know since you sent out the inquiry."

A burst of passionate music began.

"The God of the netherworld was merciful and made me to satisfy the wishes of all living beings."

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

"I am a cold willpower judge!"

There was silence.

The children looked at each other.

Machines talk!

And it is obviously different from the general electronic language.

It seems to have a sense of autonomy.

In the dark night, something like this appeared for no reason.

It's really weird.

The children in the slums stood up in silence, helped each other, and hobbled along.

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

They made up their mind to go faster than usual.

However, the last little boy didn't give up and said with hatred: "since you are the mercy of God, take out your things and give them to us to eat."

"I'm sorry," thundered the Willy judge. "There's no free lunch."

Damn it!

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

"Justice! Judge evil! As long as you have such a wish, I can do it for you. " May the justice be judged.

The little boy was stunned.

He is only 11 years old, but his family has no money to teach him a skill, and there is no way to pave the way for him.

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

So he had to wander the streets, meet some of the same friends, and steal as his income.

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

"In your words, I'm actually black technology." May the justice be judged.

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

The little boy said angrily, "shit! If you're really black tech, kill Max if you have any. "

Max, it's the gangster in this neighborhood.

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

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

The little boy is just an orphan.

His father was an unyielding straightforwardness, and Max found a chance to kill him, and his mother was sold.

"I can't kill an innocent person casually," he saidThe children burst into a burst of laughter.

"Nothing Innocent... "

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

"There is something wrong with the intelligent setting of this machine"

the little boy's eyes showed deep disappointment.

"But!" "If you are willing to put him on trial and find out after the trial that he is a villain, I will try to kill him."

"Will you let me judge him?"

"Yes, of course." Roared the little boy.

His companions also said, "yes! Yes

"Yes, please give your blood." May the justice be judged.

It's quiet all around.

"The blood of all living beings is stained with the thin will power, and only the will power can drive this machine," explained the willpower judge

"Come on, it's a weird thing." Said the boy's companion.

They took the little boy and quickly left.

Silence returned to the corner.

It didn't take long.

The little boy stood in front of the will trial again.

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

"Yes, as long as you give your blood." May the justice be judged.

"How much

"I guess you're dealing with a criminal guy, so you have to launch the ultimate trial."

"How much

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

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

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

A ray of light from the Willy trial machine swept the boy's bony body.

For a long time, let the judgment machine sigh.

"You are our first customer in the whole world, so you only need a symbolic drop of blood." It said.

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

"You're a great young man who dares to fight evil. Now, put your palm in the black area on my left."

"Is that so?"

"Yes That's it. "

"-- all right

The little boy drew back his hand and looked at it carefully.

There are no wounds.

I didn't feel anything just now.

Indeed, it's just a drop of blood.

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

May the trial plane roared.

"Ah, I got the first drop of blood!" He said in a low voice.

"Dear customer, please state the criminal you are trying and his identity."

"Max, the gangster boss Max!" the little boy exclaimed expectantly

May the trial plane roared.

"The trial is about to begin."

It says it in a solemn tone.

"Since it is a trial in practice, it needs to be treated with caution."

"Searching for ways of trial in the world."

"The most popular way of trial in the world has been found."

"The trial will be broadcast live with a global brain projection."

"The chief judge of the world is being chosen."

"The most terrifying judge in the world has been found."

"Invite the killing clown to appear on the opening trial."

"Pay the price."

"The killing of the clown has been agreed."

"Next, the trial begins!"

All the instruments on the planet that can display images are lit up at this moment.

The scene of killing the clown and judging the eternal champion is again in front of all human beings.

Wearing a cold and stiff smile clown mask, a black armor, behind a pair of black wings.

The killing clown came out of the dark, and happened to have a spotlight on him.

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

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

From somewhere, he took out a crumpled note, slaughtered the clown, spread it out, and read, "well, tonight's guest is Max, max of the Holy Land!"

The clown began to clap.

Suddenly a man appeared beside him.

He had a big back, a black vest, a hook nose, a black beard, and a glass of wine in his hand.

Gang boss, max.

Max suddenly appeared, apparently stunned."Kill the clown..." He looked at the clown, struggling to swallow the water channel.

Max reached for something in his arms.

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

His hands froze and a smile came out on his face: "what do you want?"

The killing clown grabs his hand. Hold it.

The Joker said, "Congratulations, I'd love to talk to you a little bit more, but we have limited live time and no advertisers sponsor us, so now we'll start the trial directly."

"Max's wonderful life is about to begin. Please watch

Screen switching.

All the evil things Max has done in his life appear in the picture.

Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection fees, taking drugs, drug trafficking, opening casinos, cheating, destroying the whole family.

Those outrageous atrocities, those heinous and inhuman crimes, appear on the screen one after another.

Each scene, lasting for a few seconds, tells people the whole story of a crime.

It took a few minutes for the screen to disappear completely.

The killing clown and Max are back in front of everyone.

The killing clown released his opponent's hand and said, "we have found a classical punishment suitable for Mr. Max's crimes."

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

The rope quickly knotted.

The other end of the rope, in the dark, no end.

"What the hell is going on here?" Max struggled.

The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes.

The five ropes stretched and straightened, and in the end Max could hardly move.

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

"Now, time is up to you." Killing clowns.

"Please start voting."

"Those who are in favor of Max's death, please give him a drop of blood."

"Oh, by the way, of course you can vote more."

As soon as the killing clown's voice fell, a line of red numbers appeared on Max's chest.

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

"Every increase in the red number by one point means that someone has spent a drop of blood in the hope that Mr. Max will die," the killing clown explained

"Within three minutes, when the red number reaches one million, Mr. Max will be sentenced to the classic crack."

"Now, then, time begins!"

The stopwatch began to beat at once.

In reality, a prompt appears in front of everyone.

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

Some people, with vigilance, did not pay attention to the will trial machine.

But more people don't think so.

In his life, Max was full of evil and committed innumerable crimes that ordinary people would be filled with indignation.

There are always some people who don't know him and don't mean to spend a drop of blood on his death.

All over the world.

"Bah! Such scum, what a damned thing

"Old man, calm down."

"Calm down. Anyway, I'm so old. Even if the clown wants to kill me, I don't care."

"Give me blood!"

Another place.

A man advised: "wife, you calm down, do not pay attention to killing clowns, it is a terrible monster."

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

She gave a drop of blood.

After thinking about it, she was not reconciled.

Facing the line in the void, she asked, "can I offer more?"

The line changed into a new line: "of course, you can offer as much as you want."

"I'll give another ten drops of blood!"

Fuxi palace.

"Your Majesty, it seems a little dangerous." One minister advised.

"It's OK. Killing clowns I know. It's interesting. Let me try it."

"I'll give 20 drops of blood for Max to die."

Queen Varona said these words as if she had found something novel.

Holy land.

Gangster casinos.

"It's max, it's just that the last revenge hasn't been revenged. Let's all donate blood."

"Boss, aren't you afraid it's a trap?" Asked one of his men.

"The world has become like this. There is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, although the killing of the clown is terrible, he has not touched the civilians. You should pay attention to this."Then he gave blood.

"You can do the same."

"Yes

I didn't know max for a moment.

Not to mention the whole slum, there are many people who hate Max to the bone.

On the spot, many people chose blood.

The red numbers began to grow rapidly.

In just 20 seconds, a million drops of blood have been accumulated.

This is just the beginning.

People found that giving a drop of blood did not affect themselves.

More bystanders are beginning to get involved in this.

The number of blood is growing.

Three minutes passed quickly.

Time is up.

"A million drops of blood were accumulated in 20 seconds."

"Three minutes, 89 million drops of blood."

"It's a moving scene. People are so enthusiastic about the death of others." Exclaimed the killing clown.

"Mr. max, you've got a phenomenal approval rating and you've won the crack."

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

The killing clown finished, the whole person disappeared in the dark.

Only Max is left at the scene.

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

The next second, a huge and irresistible force came from the rope, which made all the people watching feel a little nervous.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Max screamed.

It takes a lot of effort to cut off a person's head and limbs, not to mention a slow pull.

You can imagine the suffering of the victim.

It took more than ten seconds.

Crash!

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Five ropes take Max's hands, feet and head into the dark.

Only Max's body was left in place.

This body has no head, no hands, no feet. It's max who died of a car crack.

All he had left was his trunk.

"The first trial is over." May the justice be judged.

"The trial cost a million wills, and the rest is a lucky number - 88 million."

"With the extra will, this machine will be used to solve Max's legacy."

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

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

All the light screens shut down automatically, and the projection equipment of the whole planet returned to normal.

The trial is over.

The little boy stood in front of the trial plane.

"Is Max really dead?" He asked.

"Yes, he has gone to hell to report." Said the trial machine.

"Is that true? It won't be a dream. " The little boy asked in disbelief.

"It's not a dream, of course. I converted a credit point and deposited it in the name of you and your mother in the holy land bank. The code is eight eights."

"Next - please turn around and face back."

The little boy turned around.

His mother stood behind him, weeping and watching him tenderly.

"Mom!"

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

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