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PRI Chapter 51: Electric Shock Devil Live Stream Begins
🕑 Added 2025-08-23 10:25:21 +0000 UTC9 PM.
Carter Lane also completed his wish mission.
Under Lind's hints, James arranged several shooting assessments for Carter.
In the end, Carter barely passed and earned James's praise.
The reason Lind didn't dare directly ask James to set some low-difficulty tasks was that if he interfered directly, the wish mission would default to failure.
So he could only give slight hints and see how much James could understand on his own.
Fortunately, the result was happy for everyone.
Carter fulfilled his wish, and Lind also gained a better guard.
[Carter Lane]
[Identity: Guard/Guardian]
[Rating: 34 (Level C)]
[Loyalty: 100]
[Skills: Intermediate Combat, Advanced Marksmanship, Basic Interrogation, Basic Bartending]
His Intermediate Marksmanship had upgraded to Advanced Marksmanship, and his profession gained an additional Guardian.
[Guardian: When performing patrol, alert, defense and other tasks, intimidation effect on prisoners +50%, personal ability +30%]
Now Lind had seen four different professions and wondered how many professions the system had arranged for guards in total.
After Carter's loyalty increased to maximum, Lind also put him in a management position.
Currently, the prison facilities with managers were:
[Cell Block (James): Probability of arguments, fights and other incidents -10%, Fear value increase rate +20%]
[Factory (Andy): Probability of chatting, slacking and other incidents -10%, Production efficiency +10%]
[Interrogation Room (Cohen): Prisoner resistance probability -10%, Fear value increase rate +10%]
[Exercise Yard (Carter): Probability of provocation, fighting and other incidents -15%]
Only by arranging managers this way could all facilities have positive benefits.
Obviously, each guard had their suitable scenarios and couldn't be randomly assigned.
And this suitability, in Lind's view, was determined by each person's profession.
If the prison wanted to assign managers to all facilities in the future, it would definitely need more talent capable of handling different positions.
This also made Lind start looking forward to what effects Angelina would have when her loyalty reached maximum.
Presumably an A-level employee could provide quite good bonuses.
9:30 PM, the prison atmosphere gradually quieted down, with only the electric shock interrogation room brightly lit.
Lind sat across from the electric chair, beside him was Cohen wearing a wig and white coat, along with little Mike operating the equipment, and James and Jimmy watching.
"Buddy, this thing of yours looks really intimidating." Jimmy pointed at the camera on the ceiling, his face full of amazement.
This was also his first time experiencing live interrogation, and he was very excited.
During this period, Jimmy wasn't always in the prison, after all, prison life was monotonous and boring.
He would drive to nearby towns from time to time to find some fun.
And in a while, he would be living together with his celebrity girlfriend, so he was counting the days. Knowing there was entertainment to watch, he immediately volunteered to help Lind.
Lind knew he just wanted excitement and didn't refuse him.
After all, his connections in Texas weren't as extensive as Jimmy's. To make money, he needed Jimmy to bring over those thrill-seeking rich second-generation kids.
At this time, little Mike shouted to Lind, "Boss, the equipment is ready."
"I'm ready too." Cohen chimed in.
"Good." Lind nodded and looked at the time on his wristwatch.
"Countdown 10 seconds..."
...
Simone Nick removed the Vacheron Constantin from his wrist and washed his face with clean water.
Then he loosened his suit tie and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Fuck, so boring."
He had just accompanied his father to a charity dinner at Bush Jr.'s estate.
After toasting with a bunch of government officials and Republican bigwigs for three hours, he finally returned home.
The reason for holding this dinner was because they were all financiers providing funds for Bush Jr.'s presidential campaign.
His father was also one of them, so as the son, he naturally had to learn to communicate with various important figures.
It's just that Simone hated this routine. Since childhood, he couldn't remember how many of his father's drinking parties he had attended.
Each time he would become everyone's talking point, the object of his father's bragging.
"Look at my excellent son who graduated from Harvard Business School!"
He muttered in his father's tone, then smiled helplessly.
He had never felt that studying was difficult, nor did he think it was something worth bragging about.
In fact, he was more curious about why there were people in this world who couldn't even finish high school.
Was getting into college really such a difficult thing for them?
Simone had once gone to poor communities with this mindset to take a look, and he discovered a world completely different from his own.
Chaos, drugs, promiscuity, laziness.
That group of lower-class whites had only skin color in common with whites, but none of the white intelligence. They even ate sweets until they became bloated and fat, but wouldn't move their bodies to exercise.
Seeing such people, Simone only felt disgusted and nauseated.
Although his father was one of America's largest confectionery manufacturers.
After personal investigation, he believed that the greatest value of this group of American poor was to provide sufficient emotional services for the elite class.
Like strip dancing, like playing clowns, like various bizarre challenges.
Although it looked somewhat disgusting, precisely because of this direct comparison, Simone felt his life was very happy.
It's just that people's thresholds are always rising.
Simone was no longer satisfied with watching these shallow things. He needed stronger stimulation to make himself interested in his boring life.
So he began watching various stimulating videos on the dark web.
He also joined some secret chat rooms because of this.
People in the chat rooms were enthusiastic about sharing and discussing bizarre content.
They would update some specialty websites every day.
Like now.
[Jack the Ripper: Look at this website! Wow, they're electrocuting prisoners, live streaming! My God! So exciting!]
Simone was stunned when he saw this message.
Live streaming electrocution?
It sounded good, but the effect probably wouldn't be great.
He had watched similar live streams before, with lag so bad it made him question life. Later he stopped trying to watch live streams.
The website shared by netizens probably couldn't avoid this problem either.
However, just as he skipped this information and continued looking for exciting websites, someone else recommended this website.
[Zodiac: This website actually has no delay? Who knows how they managed it?]
[Jack the Ripper: Are you going to discuss technical issues in a bizarre chat room? Don't think about it, the fifth round of betting is about to start!]
[Scalp Harvester: I bet $100, he'll definitely confess this time.]
[Jack the Ripper: He's a tough guy, he didn't confess the previous two times! I bet $50 that he won't!]
[Scalp Harvester: Then let's wait and see.]
Simone watched these people's chat gradually revolve around this website and couldn't help but become curious.
Really no lag or delay?
He clicked the link to enter the website and quickly saw a live stream room with a dark background.
In the center of the webpage, there was a live stream of a man wearing a helmet with his face invisible, sitting on an electric chair.
Clear, stable, smooth, and no lag.
Far better than any live stream Simone had ever watched.
"Electric Shock Devil Live Room."
He stared at the website's title, then saw a line of introduction below.
[Cruz: Drug dealer, age 37, responsible for drug transportation and drug trafficking...]
"This is information about the person sitting on the electric chair?" Simone looked carefully and found that the website's description of this person was very detailed, from physical characteristics to life details, completely unlike something made up.
Then he looked to the right side of the live stream, where this person's crimes were listed.
[Crime 1: Participated in drug dealing 23 times, transported over 500 kilograms of drugs]
[Crime 2: Killed 3 people from rival gangs, murdered 12 innocent people]
[Crime 3: Unknown]
The crimes weren't complete, as if someone was deliberately using electrocution as an excuse to interrogate criminals.
But this also proved that this live stream room was indeed real enough.
And there was more text below.
[About to conduct Round 5 guessing]
[Round 5 question: Have you secretly hidden drugs or money obtained from drug dealing?]
[Viewers can participate in guessing to win prize money. Guessing will pause after electrocution begins]
[Current odds: Criminal answers/Criminal doesn't answer (1.3:1.5)]
[Prize pool: $23,810]
[Minimum single charge: $10]
"God!" Simone looked at the website in surprise, feeling comfortable for the first time.
Although the content broadcast by this website wasn't that bizarre or stimulating, it had logic and guidance.
And the picture was clear without lag.
In terms of viewing experience, it immediately surpassed all those live stream rooms that only focused on gore that Simone had watched before.
It also hooked his gambling desire.
After thinking for a moment, Simone directly opened the charging interface and charged $1,000 with his credit card.
This money was just a drop in the bucket for him. He just wanted to try it first.
If this website was really as interesting as he thought, he would definitely charge more money.
Of course, he wasn't one of those poor people who would put their entire fortune on the gambling table.
For him, this was just a recreational pastime.
It cost less than playing with women.
After charging money, he clicked on guessing, hesitated for a moment, and finally put $1,000 on the option that the criminal wouldn't answer.
Two minutes later, the website's guessing interface suddenly turned gray.
Simone picked up his wine glass and took a sip, smiling.
The electrocution segment was about to begin.
