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Chapter 101 Everyone has a Death Note (1100 extra for first order)

What kind of city is Detroit?
When people think of this city, all they can think of is crumbling infrastructure, rampant crime, and a shrinking population.

The city's economy has been in decline for decades, racial conflicts have become more intense, and crime has continued to grow.

Anyone who wants to live a normal life has already fled the city.

All that is left are gangs, guns, crime, pornography, gambling and drugs.

Sin City, Crime Capital, Ghost Town, these are its names.

Even Shabak shook his head when he saw it.

But no matter what, this city is still the largest city in Michigan. If Shabak opens his mouth, will Detroit be destroyed?
No one among the netizens who watched the live broadcast wanted to believe it.

This city is so big, no matter how powerful the demon is, it will take several days to destroy it, right?

But if you really do this, what kind of style will the devil have?
Modern weapons can easily destroy a city!

However, Shabak dismissed these netizens' questions.

How many steps does it take to destroy Detroit?
The answer is one step.

Shabak stretched out a hand, and a huge magic circle appeared in the sky, completely covering the entire city.

Then people saw something completely beyond their imagination.

A city, a city hanging upside down, a city hanging upside down, a complete replica of Detroit!
It fell out of the magic circle and collided hard with Detroit on the ground.

Impact, collapse, destruction...

In just the blink of an eye, Detroit, which was still towering above the earth, became a ruin!
Silence, complete silence!

Everyone watching the live broadcast held their breath and couldn't believe their eyes.

it is true……

The devil just waved his hand and a city was destroyed!
Although the destruction of this city is not innocent, what if the devil targets his own city next time?
Under such terrible power, can he escape?
The feeling of powerlessness in life spreads in everyone's heart.

It seems that in the next second, their lives are hanging by a thread!
At this time, Shabak looked at the camera again, and he showed what he thought was a hearty smile: "How is my performance? Didn't I disappoint everyone?"

No answer, no one dared to answer.

"Huh? Is the live broadcast interrupted?"

Seeing that no one spoke in the comment area, Shabak was a little confused. He clicked on the watch list and muttered something.

"Let me see who are online but not replying to me."

In an instant, it was like an explosion of data. Countless comments appeared at the same time. Because the screen refresh rate was so fast, even Shabak, the devil's eyesight, felt a little unclear.

"Awesome!", "Strong!", "Unexpected!"...

Since the typing time was so short, only a few easy-to-type phrases appeared, but I have to say that they were all positive comments.

Good guy, who dares to say something bad about this?

Beware of the devil coming to you along the network cable!
Seeing such enthusiastic feedback from the audience, Shabak also smiled with satisfaction.

As expected of him, he could think of such a clever method for live streaming.

He also learned this from the man who live-streamed the shooting in Detroit.

"Okay, everyone has seen my strength. I hope everyone can actively support my justice plan and write more names of enemies on the website. Don't worry about my hard work. I still have a lot of demon brothers!"

The comment section immediately started flooding the screen.

"Okay, okay!", "I will definitely support it!", "Go and sign up now!"...

The live broadcast ended, and Shabak breathed a sigh of relief.

Live streaming is really a nerve-wracking thing!But fortunately, I had so many people supporting me when I opened my business for the first time.

It seems that everyone is looking forward to justice!
After doing all this, Shabak quickly escaped into the void and returned to the Shadow Parliament.

He did not forget the speaker's reminder that there was a powerful old woman who was inquiring about his whereabouts.

Just because I burned down that guy's house.

Damn it, I will burn it next time!
Outside the screen, those netizens watching the live broadcast couldn't calm down for a long time as they looked at the darkened live broadcast room.

They know that the end of this live broadcast is just the beginning of the great terror!
I couldn't help but click on the website link below the live broadcast room, and the words "Justice Plan" suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

The power of demons...

Some are still hesitant, but some have already taken action.

They have long been full of grievances about life. Now that they have such an opportunity to vent, how can they not take advantage of it?
Boss, boss, predecessor...

Too many enemies!

Slowly, some people made a surprising discovery after uploading a name.

No review!

It was published immediately after registration, and the essay they wrote below was not changed at all!
And publishing by yourself is completely anonymous, and you don’t even need to register an account!
What does this mean?
It means you can make it up as you like!
The execution list is based on voting. As long as you make up a tear-jerking human tragedy, are you afraid that no one will vote?

Even if no one votes, how can he feel at ease when his enemies find out that his name appears on the website?
Instantly, feelings of guilt grew among everyone who viewed the site.

They feel like they are touching the devil's territory.

Just move your fingers and you can take away a life...

That person may even be a stranger to me, just because I made up a short composition.

This is a Death Note for everyone!

When they returned to the home page and saw the words Justice Plan.

I just feel extremely ironic.

But what can they do?Deny this ability?
What if he didn't write it and his enemies did?
At this moment, the suspicion between people was infinitely magnified, as if they were being tempted by demons, they typed out names one after another.

……

Nick Fury kept walking around the office with his cell phone in hand.

Since just now, he has received phone calls one after another from senior federal officials, congressmen from various places, and from monopoly capital.

If you want to say that you have many enemies, who has more enemies than this group of people?

Even the Secretary of State himself called at the end.

"Before the death vote starts at twelve o'clock tomorrow, this demon called Shabak must be dealt with! Otherwise, what awaits you will be more than just removal from office!"

The threats still ring in my ears.

Nick Fury felt like his head was pounding.

It’s not like I haven’t seen the devil’s methods. He can easily destroy a city. Who can stop this?

Ok?
Suddenly, a name shot through his brain like lightning.

If anyone can really stop this demon, it can only be him!

Full of hope, he made a phone call.

"Hello? Lorraine, it's me, your good uncle Fury!"

(End of this chapter)