Chapter 47 - Minced Meat

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In less than two hours, six people were eliminated.

Only Marcellus and the four people following him were left.


Jack glanced at the live broadcast room. The four people were still running desperately.

But could they escape Fate’s arrangements?

In the face of Fate, life was very fragile. In fact, everyone faced many dangers every day, but animals had a sense of danger, so they instinctively filtered out many dangers.

What could not be filtered out was Fate’s plans.

Jack only needed to slightly change the microscopic existence, and he could magnify the danger that was filtered out, so much so that it could take their lives.

This process was life’s design.

“Then, let us continue!” The corners of Jack’s mouth rose slightly, revealing a deep sneer.

“Big Brother Marcellus, I wonder how the few of them are doing? Why don’t we call and ask?”


Marcellus scolded them. “Call my ass. We managed to shake off the police with great difficulty. The moment you turn on your phone, we will be immediately located!”


“Big Brother Marcellus, the person we hit at that time seemed to be Dafasi,” Mona Lynn said.

“That’s impossible. They were driving an off-road car. It was a sedan,” Marcellus added coldly, “Even if it was Dafasi, his death was worth it. Don’t tell me you want to go to jail?”


When the three of them heard this, they immediately shook their heads.

The next hour was very calm. Nothing happened. The viewers were starting to feel a little bored. Their eyelids began to become heavy. Some people fell asleep on their computer tables.


After an unknown period of time, the calm broadcast room suddenly came alive again!

“F*ck! This is awesome!”

“The exciting part is here!”

“It’s finally here!”

“I was about to fall asleep just now, but now I’m awake!”

“That’s right. My body trembled when I saw it, and I was so scared that I almost peed.”


“When I woke up and saw this scene, I was almost scared to death!”

“I’m not even sorry that I waited for an hour! This is so satisfying!”

“This is too bloody! It’s so exciting!”

Looking at the live broadcast room, Pokan’s arm had been ground into meat paste by the wall. Pokan’s flesh and blood were all over the right side of the SUV and the wall of the tunnel.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop the car! Stop the car!” Pokan’s screams sounded like the screams of a ghost in the tunnel in the early morning.


It turned out that Marcellus had dozed off while driving. Pokan was sitting in the front passenger seat. He put one of his arms outside the car and dozed off as well.

In the end, the car tilted to the right and directly stuck to the wall.

Squeak squeak.

In an instant, Pokan’s bones had been ground into pieces.

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