The Live Broadcast Part 2

With rushing music, the narration sounded...

"Twenty-three hunting dogs, two policemen who knew and broke the law, before death found them. We were fortunate to capture a cherished conversation between them before death."

The screen changed, and in a lavish room, a man in a leather jacket waved a cigar in his hand, his face full of satisfaction.

As the camera panned across the screen, a man in a leather jacket appeared, waving a cigar. His feet rest on the table as he lies on his expensive chair. His face was satisfied as he boasted about the exorbitant cost of his prized possession.

(CLICK)

A lighter is lit.

The shadows surrounding him retrieve in fright of the light. His features become more evident as he brings the lighter toward the cigar in his mouth.

A tough Mediterranean man wearing a black tuxedo is seen. He has long black hair reaching his shoulders, and a scar runs through his left eye, blinding it.

The fire from the lighter illuminates his entire face, thus revealing his identity before the world.

"Jerico Fernandez. Jerico Fernandez is a high-level character in the gang, responsible for managing the "construction site," The narrator's voice sounded.

The video continued...

Jerico slowly took a long puff of the cigar and asked the subordinates beside him.

"How many did you get in total today?"

"Three….. inferior goods." The subordinate answered him slowly.

"What? Only three? And inferior?" Jerico frowned.

"The police told us to restrain ourselves recently..." the subordinate said with trepidation.

"Restraint? Why didn't they restrain themselves when they took my money!"

"A bunch of greedy vampires and hypocrites!" Jerico sneered.

"Don't worry about that. The goods must be caught, especially the high-quality ones. They bring the most money."

On the spur of the moment, he distanced himself from his younger brother with the cigar in his hand.

"Do you know how much this cigar costs?"

"No." The subordinate shook his head.

"You just need to know that one of these cigars is more valuable than an inferior good."

His words echoed in the viewers' minds, leaving a bad taste in their mouths.

"This valuable dialogue allowed them to survive longer, which is bad news. But, in the meantime, the good news is they are dead. Before heading to our next destination, we captured some of the most realistic scenes from the construction site. Enjoy." The narrator said.

A hand holding a shotgun can be seen. It walks into long aluminum-plated small boxes. These are display boxes.

The boxes are so small that an adult can't fully stretch them. The curtains of the box can be opened at will, lying in it, naked, pale, and his expression is controlled by drugs And the woman who had gone mad...

There is no music but dead silence. Even the people watching all this in front of the TV had gone silent.

The images were chilling, the naked and pale figures lying in cramped cubicles, their expressions controlled by drugs.

"This is what they call inferior goods." the calm voice of the narrator sounded.

As the narrator spoke the unsettling words, the audience was transported to a scene of devastation. The heart-piercing screams of a man beyond recognition echoed through the room, leaving everyone shaken to their core.

Alex hadn't seen this scene with his own eyes because he was doing something at the police station then, and Brian was in charge of the interrogation.

"No, you promised me... No!!!"

The heart-piercing screams were gradually pulled away, and the screen turned black as ink.

"Now you have seen most of those who I killed. Do you still think I am a killer?" The narrator said with venom in his voice...

Countless people have already clenched their fists. They recall the news they have read from the reports these days, remember what they have been told, and recall the scene just seen and how they were fooled. But it didn't stop there. The flames intensified.

"The resistance of the culprits was meaningless. We had already caught the true culprit behind everything. Was this what the authorities told you? Well, they lied..." The narrator's voice sounded.

As the camera panned to the auction venue, it was clear that something was amiss. The gate was open, and corpses littered the ground. The people recognized prominent businessmen and women, politicians, and even financial giants among those corps. And then, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

The scene changed to Jerico Fernandez strapped to the electrocution chair.

"His crimes were too numerous to count, and his sins were enough to make him die thirty times over. But somehow, he had managed to immigrate to Paris, using his original name and appearance to continue his criminal activities." The narrator said coldly, continuing to unravel the dark secrets...

As the live broadcast continued, shaking like a sieve, Patrick, the Minister of Information & news of Paris, called the TV station countless times, but no one answered.....