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PRI Chapter 52: This Must Be a Fake Live Stream!
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 10:25:55 +0000 UTCWithin just a few seconds, Simone saw the criminal's body on the electric chair gradually begin to tremble.
It seemed the electric shock was taking effect.
His feet lifted up, his body shook like a sieve, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth around the gag.
After a few more seconds, the criminal's struggling intensified. The metal buckles between the chair and the straps swayed back and forth, making noise.
The criminal opened his mouth wide. From his lip movements, you could see he was trying to shout "fuck," but as the current increased, all his words were choked back, leaving only guttural sounds echoing in the interrogation room.
"How thrilling," Simone pursed his lips. Although he had seen many exciting scenes, this was his first time watching such a high-definition live stream.
Live streaming was completely different from videos. Videos had plenty of room for fakery, and the outcome was predetermined but live streaming meant that at this very moment, someone was truly receiving electric torture!
And these viewers could not only participate and gamble, they could even decide this person's life or death!
It was this feeling that made Simone unable to stop.
He stared at the scene on the screen, even forgetting to drink the red wine he had brought to his lips.
The electric shock didn't last long, only 30 seconds but for Cruz on the electric chair, each second felt as long as a year.
Every moment, he felt as if the electric current was going to tear him apart.
His head felt like it was going to split open. He couldn't concentrate but also couldn't completely lose consciousness.
When the electric shock stopped, the demon in the white coat walked up to him and removed his gag.
Then he took out a whiteboard covered with writing and faced him with it.
"Have you ever secretly hidden drugs or money earned from drug dealing?"
At this moment, Cruz's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body couldn't stop twitching, and his pants were soaked through.
He felt that if he continued to be electrocuted, he would really die here.
So he finally became afraid. He opened his mouth and, under the expectant gaze of the live stream audience, said in an extremely weak voice, "Hidden, I've hidden some."
"Fuck!"
"Damn!"
The gamblers who had bet wrong in front of their screens began cursing.
Simone was no exception, but he quickly adjusted his mindset, recharged another $1,000, and began waiting for the next round of betting.
During this time, the masked figure in the white coat in the live stream kept questioning the criminal.
About the addresses and amounts of hidden money.
Simone and the others could hear most of the criminal's words, except for key location-related terms that were covered by "beep beep" censoring sounds.
Just as the criminal finished speaking weakly, he suddenly collapsed backward, as if something had gone wrong.
Someone immediately rushed to the electric chair with medical equipment and began examining the criminal.
Five minutes later, text appeared on the website: [The criminal has fainted this time, live stream ended].
"What? So soon?" Simone looked at the black screen, feeling a bit annoyed, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Who told him not to come in at the beginning?
But soon the live streaming website's text area was updated.
[Next live stream will be in 3 days]
"Three more days," Simone drank all the wine in his glass, exited the website, and continued looking for other similar live streams.
The others in the chat room were also discussing this matter.
[Jack the Ripper: Guys, are there any other high-definition live streams like this? I haven't had enough fun watching yet!]
[Scalp Harvester: Yeah, ones that don't lag!]
[Zodiac: Don't even think about it, current internet speeds simply don't support zero lag, zero delay!]
[Jack the Ripper: Then what do you think is going on with this website?]
[Zodiac: I think they're fake, it's not a live stream at all. As long as you set up the betting content in advance, you can disguise it as a live stream.]
[Jack the Ripper: Really? So this is another scammer website?]
[Vagrant Killer: Anyway, I've browsed all over the dark web and haven't seen such smooth live streaming. I also suspect it's fake.]
[Jack the Ripper: Fuck, I wouldn't have recharged money if I had known!]
[Scalp Harvester: Then should I withdraw all the money I won?]
[Jack the Ripper: Maybe you can't withdraw your money anymore.]
[Scalp Harvester: Get lost, I've already successfully withdrawn it.]
[Jack the Ripper: Anyway, I won't recharge money for the next live stream. Don't try to fool me with videos!]
[Scalp Harvester: Hahaha, I suspect you're just upset because you keep losing bets.]
[Jack the Ripper: Bullshit, I just had bad luck today!]
"All gamblers say that," Although he lost $1,000, Simone didn't care. He was too lazy to discuss with these people.
After getting the conclusion that there were no similar live streams on the internet, he exited the chat room.
But even lying in bed, he was still savoring the comfortable viewing experience that the high-definition live stream had given him.
"Is this really a live stream?" He couldn't help but have some doubts, subconsciously feeling that Zodiac's guess was the truth.
After thinking about it, Simone decided to wait three days and watch another live stream to see if he could find any clues.
Meanwhile, Lind was also discussing the upgrade content for the next live stream with Little Mike, Cohen and others.
"First is the chat room, we need a place for the audience to communicate."
"Then we need to change our live streaming format. The current process is too rigid and looks like it was pre-recorded."
Lind shared the opinions he had thought of while watching, "We need to give the audience a sense of participation."
"Next time, let the audience directly type the questions they want to ask in the chat room, then we randomly select them and use them as questions."
"This should greatly stimulate the audience to communicate."
"And it can also stimulate them to recharge money to participate."
After finishing the update content, Lind looked at the recharge amount in the backend.
This time the website received a total of $50,000 in recharges. With a 10% commission, that was $5,000 in profit.
Not much money, which was due to having little reputation at first and very few viewers.
So the prize pools for the first few rounds of betting weren't much.
It wasn't until netizens spontaneously spread the word in dark web chat rooms that the viewership broke through to 1,000 people.
However, with experience, the live streaming website's user base would soon experience explosive growth. If live streaming could be started every day, the monthly profit would surely be a considerable sum.
After ending the live stream, Lind gave everyone a $1,000 bonus as an opening celebration.
The doctor in the interrogation room, whose loyalty hadn't reached the maximum value, immediately gained 5 loyalty points.
The next day, James led the tactical squad in a surprise raid on the hideout house that Cruz had revealed after being electrocuted, and retrieved $120,000 from it.
On the other side, Alvaro also brought follow-up news about the Grande Gang.
After the tactical squad slaughtered the drug dealers at the Violet Club, police quickly arrived at the scene for investigation.
Reporter hyenas who smelled blood also rushed to the club entrance, trying to investigate the truth of the matter by various means.
However, the police quickly announced that this was a premeditated gang massacre.
They found large quantities of drugs in the Violet Club and believed this incident should be related to drug dealing.
As for Sheriff Smith who died at the scene, the police said he died in the line of duty while investigating drugs, unfortunately killed in action.
For this, they would work hard to eliminate the gang forces in Laredo and seek justice for the fallen officer.
But the reporters weren't fools either. Soon news reports emerged with photos of Sheriff Smith and Grande Gang boss Gian appearing multiple times in restaurants and clubs, questioning internal police corruption and tolerance of drug dealing.
Just as both sides were in an atmosphere of mutual suspicion and denial, the Grande Gang also welcomed a new boss sent by Osiel.
