The scene fell into chaos again as the two groups argued and even shoved each other. The livestream chat exploded with comments from both sides and the viewer count shot past two hundred million.
Vincent looked at my twisted, pained face. A brief hesitation flashed in his eyes, then turned into pure hatred. He suddenly pulled out his gun and fired into the ceiling.
“Quiet, all of you!” The gunshot stopped every argument and the room went silent. “Even if he dies today, I will uncover the truth! My sister’s pain will not be for nothing!”
He turned to the technician. “Set the machine to full power! And bring me the strongest neurotransmitter!”
The technician, pale and unsure, said, “Captain Newton, full power already exceeds human limits. Adding more neurotransmitters will burn his brain!”
“Do as I say! I’ll take full responsibility!”
The technician, too afraid to refuse, adjusted the machine with shaking hands. Another officer came with a syringe of blue liquid and gave it to Vincent.