Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

"There are three keys in total, one of which is hidden in this sea of needles. As for the remaining two, you'll have to search for them yourselves. Remember, finding just one will unlock the escape door. You only have three minutes." The urgency of the countdown intensified with every word.

"Additionally, I'll give you one more hint: what you need to do is follow your heart. Act quickly. Whether you live or die, it's all up to you." As soon as the voice fell silent, the once-still timer on the wall began ticking away, "tick-tock, tick-tock," each sound resonating like the looming footsteps of the Death God.

"Wow! Looks like the streamer outdid himself this time!" On the other side of the internet, the livestream chat erupted in a flood of comments. "Although this trap is one of the simpler ones compared to the streamer's usual designs, it feels like the most satisfying!" "Exactly! Scum like these deserve to experience the most excruciating pain before they die!" "Punishing scum is satisfying for sure, but is this kind of torment really appropriate?" "Why not? This is tit-for-tat justice! Did you miss the footage of how that scumbag tortured the poor young girl to the brink of death?" The viewers in the livestream were passionately debating, each voicing their opinion.

Meanwhile, inside a speeding police car, David was staring intently at his phone screen, his brows knit tightly into a frown. He said, "If they go into the sea of needles to retrieve the key, they'll likely die from the overdose of injected drugs. But the other two keys? There's absolutely no clue. This Dark Law Enforcer—his methods are ruthless. He never intended to leave those two any chance to survive."

"Hmph! Good riddance—they had it coming! Those two drug dealers should've died a thousand deaths long ago!" Oscar, the young detective at the wheel, spoke angrily, his tone full of disgust and scorn.

"Just focus on driving. If you let the Dark Law Enforcer escape, you'll see what I'll do to you!" David shot Oscar a glare before lowering his head again, his gaze fixed on the tense and gripping livestream feed on his phone.

Alicia Linder and Jack Thompson's wrists were tightly bound to metal pipes with layer upon layer of tape. After considerable effort, they finally freed their hands. Jack Thompson glanced down at the terrifying sea of needles below him. Just imagining the needles piercing his flesh and the agonizing pain that would follow made him shudder, causing his ample flesh to quiver involuntarily.

"You, go down and find the key." Jack Thompson raised his head and commanded Alicia Linder coldly, his gaze brimming with selfishness and cruelty.

"Boss, I'm begging you, don't make me go down there. I'm really terrified." Alicia Linder's face crumpled as he pleaded with desperation in his voice, crying out with a trace of hopelessness.

But Jack Thompson couldn't care less about his fear. His mind was solely focused on staying alive. To him, other people's lives were utterly meaningless. When Alicia Linder refused to go down, Jack's eyes widened furiously, and he barked fiercely, "Stop wasting time! Get down there and find the key, or I'll kill you right now!"

Hearing this, Alicia Linder remained silent for a brief moment, seemingly making some kind of decision. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Fine! I'll go down!" Taking a deep breath, he let out a shout, clenched his eyes shut, and released his grip on the metal pipe.

Without a shred of clothing to protect him, the moment he landed, the gleaming needle tips stabbed into the soles of his feet. "Ahhh!!!" The sharp pain surged through him, and Alicia Linder let out an uncontrolled scream. His legs gave way, and he collapsed with a heavy "thud" into the sea of needles.

"Ahhh!!!" As he fell, more needles mercilessly pierced his body. Struggling through the pain, he managed to straighten himself, but his chest, abdomen, and thighs were now riddled with syringes, leaving him looking like a porcupine pierced by a thousand needles. The agony caused sweat to pour down his face in torrents, and he curled up in torment, emitting painful groans.

Jack Thompson watched Alicia Linder's horrifying state, his own flesh trembling uncontrollably once again, a flash of terror and regret passing through his eyes. But he quickly shoved these feelings aside. Seeing Alicia Linder remain curled up and motionless, he roared anxiously, "What are you doing just sitting there?! Hurry up and look for the antidote!"

Alicia Linder trembled as he raised his head, his face contorted with pain, flushed an alarming shade of red. Hearing Jack Thompson's words, he clenched his teeth, nodded with difficulty, and extended his trembling hands to slowly crawl forward, inch by inch, in the sea of needles.

Back in the livestream, viewers watching the scene were holding their breath. "Wow, is this guy really that obedient? Jack Thompson told him to jump, and he actually did! Are drug dealers these days learning the art of self-sacrifice? My worldview is completely shattered!" "What a waste of a life. Why would anyone be a drug dealer, harming innocent children like that? What was he even thinking?" "Goddammit, I don't know what he was thinking—what I do know is I want to smash my computer right now! I have trypophobia, and this scene is driving me insane! I came here ready for some excitement, and instead, I'm being forced to watch this nightmare fuel?" "Ugh, this whole thing is mind-boggling! And by the way, upstairs genius, let me remind you—these are two men. You somehow managed to take this to another level entirely!" The livestream chat exploded with comments, as viewers simultaneously vented their horror and frustration while keeping their eyes glued to the screen.

Amid the chatter, the livestream suddenly took an unexpected turn. Alicia Linder let out a primal scream, summoned all his strength, and leapt up, grabbing Jack Thompson's ankle in one swift, violent motion...

In the livestream feed, Alicia Linder erupted with a blood-curdling yell, launching himself upward like a madman. His hands, gripping like pincers, seized Jack Thompson's ankle with a force so fierce it seemed as though he intended to crush it. His expression was filled with determination and fury, clearly resolved to drag Jack Thompson down into this sea of needles—Hell itself.

Jack Thompson never anticipated Alicia Linder would retaliate like this. The sudden turn of events left him no room for reaction, and his ankle was firmly caught in Alicia Linder's death grip. Shock and rage surged through him, his eyes bulging like saucers as he bellowed, "Damn it! Alicia Linder, have you lost your mind? What do you think you're doing?" His voice, filled with disbelief and fury, echoed hauntingly through the eerie space.

In that instant, Jack Thompson reacted quickly, lifting his left foot and unleashing a powerful kick toward Alicia Linder's hands gripping his ankle, attempting to break free of the surprise attack. The kick landed with a force capable of snapping thick wood.

Alicia Linder grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood, his smile twisted and chilling, a grotesque mix between laughter and despair. Still clutching Jack Thompson's right ankle with relentless resolve, his face, distorted by anger and pain, spit out venomous words: "What am I doing? Hah! I'm dragging you down to Hell with me!" His gaze burned with the wildfire of revenge, as though intent on consuming the one who had oppressed him for so long.

"You've never treated me like a human being, always ordering me around and using me like a tool. Now, with death staring us in the face, you still want me to sacrifice myself for you? Why? I've had enough!" Alicia Linder roared in righteous anger,