Chapter 370: first drop of blood

Holy country.
This is the hardest hit area of ​​the ice and hell.
Although many monsters have been cleaned up, the ice and snow have remained.
The climate is gradually changing.
At night.
Slums.
The rest of the people are resting.
There was ice and rain in the sky, and the cold wind passed through the low streets of the unmanned, making a whistling sound.
It’s hard to slip on the road, and there are almost no one.
On such a night, even the robbery could not find the object.
The gang members have retracted to nightclubs, casinos, and bars, and drunk themselves one by one.
In the dead end of the slum, a brand new, shiny machine suddenly appeared.
It looks like a vending machine and a bit like a big game console.
The machine is black and has a large "1" on the side.
Willing to judge the machine.
It made a few changes.
Among the transparent glass, there are full-blown cans, snacks, and tightly packed hot meals.
This is undoubtedly a gift to the poor who are hungry.
In the past few minutes, two groups of tramps and the poor have violently destroyed it, trying to open the glass and get the food inside.
But the machine is intact.
The tramp was all lying on the ground, groaning.
When they left each other, a group of half-sized children appeared on the corner.
"Hey, they can't destroy that food machine." A child said.
"Let's go, maybe today's dinner depends on it." Another child said.
They surrounded the dark willingness machine.
Destruction and attack begin.
Whenever they make a fierce attack, they will certainly suffer the same damage.
In a short while, they were lying on the ground like the two rows of tramps.
May the judgment machine be intact.
"Hell, what the is this."
A half-sized boy licked his stomach and hated it.
His accomplices did not speak, and they only looked at the pain.
I hope that the judging machine will suddenly make a rumbling sound.
"Although you were rude before, since I sent out an inquiry, I will tell you."
A burst of loud music sounded.
"The Huangquan spirit is full of compassion, and has created me to meet the wishes of all beings."
"Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods."
"I am a cold willingness to judge the machine!"
A silence.
The children face each other.
The machine can talk!
And obviously different from the general electronic language.
It seems to have a sense of autonomy.
In the dark night, there is such a thing inexplicably.
This is really a bit strange.
The children of this group of slums stood up silently, helping each other and squatting.
No matter what it is, it is best to stay away from it.
They made up their minds and walked faster than usual.
However, the last boy who fell in the last place did not give up, hate the words: "If you are God's compassion, then take your things out and give us food."
"I'm sorry," I hope the judging machine will rumble, "There is no free lunch in the world."
Hell!
The little boy gnashed his teeth and asked, "What can you do?"
"Exercising justice! Trial evil! As long as you have such a desire, I can do it for you." Willing to judge the machine.
The little boy is holding on.
He is only 11 years old this year, but there is no money for him to learn a technique at home, and there is no way to make a future for him.
There is only his grandmother left in the family, and he is seriously ill in bed.
So he can only wander around the street and get to know some of the same partners, using theft as a source of income.
"So, you are a very high-tech thing." The little boy concluded.
"In your words, in fact, I can count on black technology." Willing to judge the machine.
The little boy’s companion came back and wanted to pull him away.
The little boy angrily said: "Shit! You have to be black technology, and there is a kind of killing Max."
Max is the gangster of this neighborhood.
All the drug trade, the sale of the population, the robbery and murder, and the occupation of the market are all he has the final say.
The parents of this group of children have suffered from this person, and some even paid the price of their lives.
The little boy is an orphan.
His father was an unyielding straight son, and Max took a chance to get rid of it, and his mother was sold.
I am willing to judge the machine: "I can't just kill an innocent person."
The children listened and there was a burst of laughter.
"No...nothing..."
"Ha ha ha, Max is innocent, this is the best laugh I have heard this year."
"This machine, the smart settings are out of order."
The boy’s eyes showed deep disappointment.
"But!" Willing to judge the machine. "If you are willing to let him go to trial, and find him a wicked after the trial, I will find a way to kill him."
"Would you like me to judge him?"
"Of course I am willing!" the little boy shouted.
His companions also voiced: "Wish! Willing!"
"Okay, please give your blood." Willing to judge the machine.
It was quiet on Monday.
I hope that the judgment machine will explain: "The blood of all beings is contaminated with a thin will, and only the willingness can drive this machine."
"Go, this is a weird thing." The companion of the little boy.
They took the little boy and quickly left here.
The corner of the street has returned to silence.
It didn't take long.
The little boy stood in front of the willingness judge again.
He wiped the rain on his face and asked, "Can you really achieve justice?"
"Yes, as long as you give up your blood." Willing to judge the machine.

How much?

"I guess you have to deal with a sinful guy, so you must launch the ultimate trial."

How much?

"As I just said, it will take a lot of blood because the blood contains sporadic willingness."
"How much?" The little boy shivered and his eyes filled with hunger.
In the miserable and dark destiny, the little boy is so eager for a glimmer of light, although this is probably a prank, but he is willing to try.
Willing to force the machine to emit a light, sweeping through the skinny body of the little boy.
For a long time, I hope that the judgment machine will make a sigh.
"You are the first customer in the whole world, so you only need a symbolic drop of blood," it said.
The little boy sighed and said, "I am willing to make this blood!"
"You are a great boy, dare to fight evil. Now, put your palm in the black area on my left."
"Is that right?"
"Yes, exactly."
"All right!"
The little boy retracted his hand and looked at it carefully.
No wounds.
It seems that I didn’t feel anything.
Indeed, it’s just a drop of blood.
Even a little boy who is hungry for a day can afford it.
Willing to force the machine to make a burst of roar.
"Ah, I got the first drop of blood!" it said in a low voice.
"Respected customer, please tell the sinner you are trying to judge, and his identity."
The little boy shouted with anticipation: "Max, gangster Max"!
I hope that the judging machine will make a rumbling sound.
"The trial is about to begin."
It is stated in a solemn tone.

Because it is a trial, it needs to be treated with caution.

"Searching for the world's trials."
"The most tried-and-tested approach in the world has been found."

The global light brain screening will be adopted and live broadcast will be conducted on the trial site.

"The judges of the world are being selected."
"The most feared judge in the world has been found."
"Inviting the killing clown to come to the trial."
"Pay the price."
"The killing clown has agreed."
"The following, the trial begins!"
All the instruments that can display images on the entire planet are lit up at this moment.
The scene when the killing clown judged the eternal champion reappeared in front of all human beings.
Wearing a cold and stiff smiley clown mask, a dark armor, behind a pair of black light wings.
The killing clown came out of the darkness, and it happened to have a spotlight on it.
The clown put his palms upright and whispered: "I found a new job."
It was so nervous that it took a while to breathe a sigh of relief.
I don't know where to pull out a crumpled note, killing the clown to spread it out and reading: "So, tonight's guest is Max, Max's Max!"
The clown began to applaud seriously.
There was a sudden appearance around him.
With a big back, wearing a black vest, a hooked nose, a black beard, and a glass of wine in his hand.
Gangster boss, Max.
As soon as Max appeared, he was obviously stunned.
"Killing the clown..." He looked at the clown and swallowed the mouth.
Max reached out and took something in his arms.
The next second, he seems to realize what kind of existence he is facing.
His hand froze and his face smiled: "What do you want?"
The killing clown grabbed his hand and held it.
Clown said: "Congratulations, I really want to talk to you for a while, but our live broadcast time is limited, and no advertisers sponsor us, so now we start the trial directly."
"Max's wonderful life is about to begin, please watch!"
Screen switching.
All the evils that Max has done in his life have appeared on the screen.
Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, collecting protection fees, drug trafficking, opening casinos, leaving the old and destroying the whole family.
Those atrocious atrocities, those extremely inhuman crimes, appear in the picture.
Every scene lasts for a few seconds, telling people the beginning and the end of a crime.
It took a few minutes to complete the picture on the light curtain.
Killing clowns and Max appeared again in front of everyone.
The killing clown releases the other’s hand and says:
According to the crimes of Mr. Max, he has found a classical punishment that suits him.

Five ropes flew out, in Max's hands, feet, and neck.
The rope quickly hit the knot.
The other end of the rope, immersed in the darkness, can not see the end.
"Damn, what the is going on." Max struggled.
The more he struggled, the tighter the five ropes were wrapped.
The five ropes became more and more straight, and in the end, Max could hardly move any more.
He was in the shape of a "big" and was pulled by the ropes.
"Now, time is handed over to everyone." Killing the clown.
"Please start voting."
"For Max to die, please take a drop of blood and cast him to death."
"Oh, yes, of course you can vote a few more."
The killing clown voice just fell, and Max's chest appeared a red number.
Below the red number is a stopwatch that stops moving.
The killing clown explained: "Each increase in the red number means that someone has spent a drop of blood and hopes that Mr. Max will die."
"In three minutes, the red number reaches one million, and Mr. Max is going to accept the classic car split."
"So now, the timing starts!"
The stopwatch starts to jump immediately.
In reality, there is a line of prompts in front of everyone.
"Are you willing to decide the death of the gangster Max by blood?"
Some people are vigilant and have no reason to judge the machine.
But more people don't think so.
Max’s life was full of sin and sin, and he committed countless crimes of anger and anger. Any ordinary person who saw it would be filled with indignation.
There are always people who don’t know him, and they don’t want to spend a drop of blood to kill him.
all around the world.
"Hey! This kind of scum, really it!"
"The old man, you calm down."
"Calm down, anyway, I have lived so old, even if the killing clown is going to kill me, I don't care."
"I want to donate blood!"
Another place.
A man advised: "Wife, you calm down, don't take care of the killing clown, it is a horrible monster."
His wife turned red and said: "Fart! This Max is too odious, how many people have broken him, I don't care, I have a drop of blood!"
Said, she gave a drop of blood.
Thinking about it, she is not reconciled.
Facing the word in the void, she asked: "I want to give more, can I?"
The word changed and turned into a new line: "Of course, you can do as much as you want."
"I will give another ten drops of blood!"
Fuxi Palace.
"Your Majesty, you seem to be a little dangerous," one minister advised.
"Nothing, killing the clown, I know, this is very interesting, let me give it a try."
"I offer twenty drops of blood and I want Max to die."
Queen Varona is like a novelty that has been discovered and said the words.
Holy country.
Gangster Casino.
A boss-like person said: "It turned out to be Max, just right, the last hatred has not been reported, everyone is donating blood."
"Boss, are you not afraid that this is a trap?" asked one of the men.
"The world has become like this. What else is scary. Besides killing the clown, although it is horrible, he has not touched the civilians. You should pay attention to this."
The gangster said, he gave a drop of blood.
"You also offer it."
"Yes!"
When I met Max and didn't know Max, I made a decision at this moment.
Not to mention that there are not many people who hate Max in the entire slum.
Many people on the spot chose blood.
The red numbers are starting to grow rapidly.
In just 20 seconds, one million drops of blood have accumulated.
This is just the beginning.
People found that after giving a drop of blood, they did not affect themselves.
More bystanders began to participate in this matter.
The number representing blood is growing.
Three minutes passed quickly.
time up.
"Twenty seconds to complete the accumulation of one million drops of blood."
"Three minutes, eighty-nine million drops of blood."
"It’s really a moving scene. Everyone is so passionate about the death of others.
The killing clown exclaimed.
"Mr. Max, you got an amazing support rate and won the penalty."
"Please enjoy, I don't bother."
After the killing clown finished, the whole person was hidden in the darkness.
Only Max was left at the scene.
The rope wrapped around his arms, legs and head quickly tightened.
In the next second, a huge and irresistible force was uploaded from the ropes, making all the people watching it tight.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Max made a scream.
It takes a lot of effort to cut a person's head and limbs, not to mention a slow pull.
The suffering of the prisoner can be imagined.
It took more than ten seconds.
Oh la la!
Blood is like a fountain.
The five ropes with Max's hands, feet and head disappeared into the darkness.
Only the body of Max was left in place.
This corpse has no head, no hands, no feet, and it is the Max that was killed by the car.
He only has his torso.
"The first trial is over." Willing to judge the machine.
"The trial cost a million dollars, and the remaining willingness is a lucky number of eighty-eight million."
"Because of the excess willingness, this machine will be used to solve the problems left by Max."
"All his property will be converted into credit points, and according to the degree of victimization, he will be given to those who have been framed by him."
"This trial is over, so stay tuned for the next trial."
All the light curtains are automatically turned off and the projection equipment of the entire planet returns to normal.
The trial is over.
The little boy stood in front of the trial machine.
"Max is really dead?" he asked.
"Yes, he has already reported to Hell." Willing to judge the machine.
"Is this true? It won't be a dream." The little boy asked in disbelief.
"Of course not a dream. I converted a credit and deposited it in the name of you and your mother at the Bank of the Holy Land. The password is eight."
"Next, please turn around and face the back."
The little boy turned around.
His mother stood behind him, licking his tears and staring at him softly.
"mom!"
The little boy threw himself into the arms of his mother.