Marvel’s Big Villain

After withdrawing far enough, Franklin took out the detonator, pushed open the safety cover, and pressed the red button hard.

boom!

In the majestic New York Police Department headquarters, a huge flame suddenly appeared, followed by deafening explosions.

The ruthless fire devoured all the people and objects in the hall on the first floor, and then broke through the glass of the doors and windows with a destructive momentum, rushing towards the surrounding roads.

The violent shock wave generated by the explosion blasted everyone in the hall into pieces of meat, and the blood rain mixed with minced meat fell down, and the police station hall instantly turned into a terrifying Shura hell.

A hundred meters away, innocent passers-by were attracted by the explosion and turned their heads to look in the direction of the police station.

But in the next second, they were overturned by the shock wave and passed out.

Franklin was more than 200 meters away from the police station, and he still felt pain in his eardrums, and the ground under his feet was constantly shaking.

He got out of the car, raised his head and looked into the distance.

The headquarters of the police station was already on fire, and the billowing smoke drifted out in all directions, as if it was going to dye the sky black.

"I even buy Karma!"

"Oh my god! What happened to the police station!"

"What happened to New York when there were explosions in just a few weeks!"

Passers-by stood there stupidly, looking at the thick smoke rising straight into the sky and talking to themselves.

It worked!

Franklin looked ecstatic, and couldn't help pumping his fist excitedly, his inner sense of accomplishment completely exploded.

With so many people killed and injured, the federal government must attach great importance to Jason's affairs. As long as he works harder, maybe the boss will be released from prison.

Franklin drove the car to a remote alley, ignited gasoline to burn all the clues, and finally left a note to the federal government.

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A few hours ago, the Long Island Prison in New York.

Jason sat on the iron chair for interrogation, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just now, a high-ranking official of the federal government was sitting across from him, trying to get him to reveal the information he knew.

Unexpectedly, Jason resorted to his ancestral mouth and sprayed the bald senior official into doubting his life. He was furious, and finally slapped the table and left angrily.

Since Jason was imprisoned, he has been in the interrogation room almost every day.

He is a celebrity in New York. Forty or fifty visitors make an appointment to meet him every day. If they are late, they may have to queue up.

Among these people are high-ranking officials in the police and political circles, and they want to give out information empty-handed.

There are sociologists who want to understand his childhood and family situation, so as to verify the influence of family on children's future.

Some psychiatrists want to explore his spiritual world through conversation.

There are even lawyers who want to become famous overnight, helping him to fight a lawsuit with the federal government, or to defend his innocence.

These people had different purposes for interviewing Jason, but none of them could hold on to Jason's mouth for half an hour.

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Daniel walked in with a gloomy face.

Jason licked his dry lips and asked, "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."

I've been talking too much lately, and my mouth is dry.

Daniel picked up the paper cup on the table, then watched him, and slowly drank the water in the cup into his mouth.

He rinsed his mouth vigorously, then spit water into a paper cup and handed it to Jason's mouth: "Drink!"

Jason leaned back in his chair, looking at him with disdain.

Because Jason was injured, Daniel didn't dare to use lynching, so he could only use some dirty methods to disgust him.

Like spitting in his meal.

For example, deliberately wake him up in the middle of the night to prevent him from sleeping well.

Apart from these innocuous small punishments, he, a violent warden whose mind is full of beatings and killings, can't think of any other way.

With an angry expression, Daniel splashed water on Jason's face, then grabbed his hair and screamed.

"Little bastard, you've been very arrogant these two days, do you think this is your kennel?"

"This is the Long Island Prison. I am the warden of the prison. All prisoners must obey my orders!"

"Don't say let you drink mouthwash, I just let you eat shit, you have to lick me clean!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted up the iron chair for interrogation and let Jason face up to the sky.

Then he took out a towel from his pocket and covered his face, and finally picked up the kettle on the table and poured water on the towel continuously.

"Little bastard, aren't you crazy? I'll let you have a taste of waterboarding."

Waterboarding is a form of torture that originated in the ancient Babylonian period. It will make the victim feel as if he is suffocating and drowning. After thousands of years of continuous improvement, waterboarding has become a common interrogation method used by violent institutions in the United States.

According to official data, 80% of those who enjoy waterboarding will succumb, and the remaining 20% ​​will be tortured to death.

"Woo woo woo..."

A minute later, the oxygen in Jason's body was exhausted and he began to choke on water.

He scratched his hands and kicked his feet, his expression looked extremely painful.

Two minutes later, the range of scrambling and kicking increased.

Blood discharge from eyes, nostrils and mouth.

Three minutes later, Jason began to convulse.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, Daniel stopped torture and overturned the iron chair to the ground.

"Cough cough! Cough cough! Cough cough!"

Jason lay on the ground and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his entire lung.

Daniel put the kettle on, walked over and knelt down and threatened.

"Little bastard, listen to me. The visitor below is not an ordinary person. You'd better shut your stinking mouth and cooperate, or I will let you taste waterboarding every day."

After speaking, Daniel pushed the door and walked out.

He called the prison guards to pack up the interrogation room, and then walked to the office building to receive this special visitor.

Prison Office.

A beautiful woman in a white coat was sitting on a chair quietly checking the information, and Jason's photo was printed on the front page of the information.

Blonde, tall and tall, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the woman is full of wisdom and intellectual taste.

Daniel knocked lightly on the door, pushed the door open and walked in after getting permission.

"Keeping you waiting, Dr. Harleen Quizell!"

Seeing Harleen's alluring face, Daniel's heart beat faster, and he even stuttered when he spoke.

"Haileen...the prisoner you are going to talk to today is actually a crazy murderer and has little research value. I think you can change the prisoner, or I can treat you to lunch."

Harleen Quizell is an authority on criminal psychology in New York and a specially hired psychological consultant for inmates at the Long Island Prison.

Harleen stood up, showed a charming smile, and shook her head playfully to refuse: "I'm sorry Daniel, talking to patients is my profession. And I don't think Jason Walter is a simple murderer."

"His unreasonable and extremely crazy thinking logic is a treasure of psychology. I want to understand his mental structure and the secrets hidden in it."

"You are such a strong woman!" Daniel shrugged, his face could not hide the loss: "Let's go, the interrogation room has been cleaned."

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