Marvel’s Big Villain

Withdrew far enough away, Franklin took out the detonator, lifted the safety cover, and pressed the red button hard.

Boom!

At the magnificent New York Police Department headquarters, a huge flame appeared in an instant, followed by a deafening explosion.

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

The violent shock wave generated by the explosion blew everyone in the hall into pieces of meat, and the blood mixed with minced meat rained down, turning the police station hall into a terrifying Asura **** in an instant.

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

But in the next second, they were knocked to the ground by the shock wave and fainted.

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

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

The police headquarters has been set on a raging fire, and thick smoke is wafting out to the surroundings, as if to dye the sky black.

"I buy it!"

"My God! What happened at the police station!"

"There have been explosions in a few short weeks, what happened to New York!"

The passers-by stood stupidly where they were, looking at the thick smoke rising into the sky and muttering to themselves.

It worked!

Franklin's face was ecstatic, he couldn't help shaking his fist in excitement, and his inner sense of accomplishment exploded completely.

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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Hours ago, Long Island Prison, New York.

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

Just now, a high-ranking official of the federal government was sitting opposite, coercing and enticing him to tell him what he knew.

Unexpectedly, Jason used his ancestral mouth to escape, and sprayed the bald high-ranking official into doubting his life. He became furious, and finally left the table angrily.

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

He is a famous person in New York. Every day, forty or fifty visitors make an appointment to meet him. If he arrives late, he may have to wait in line.

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

There is a sociologist who wants to understand his childhood and family situation, in order to verify the influence of the family on the future of the child.

A psychiatrist wants to explore his spiritual world through conversation.

There is even a lawyer who wants to become popular overnight, helping him fight a lawsuit with the federal government, or a special defense of innocence.

These people have different purposes for interviewing Jason. The same thing is that no one can stand under 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 recently, and my mouth is dry.

Daniel picked up the paper cup on the table, then watched him, slowly drinking the water from the cup into his mouth.

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

Jason leaned back in the chair and looked at him with disdain.

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

Like spitting in his meal.

For example, he was intentionally woken up in the middle of the night to prevent him from sleeping well.

Apart from these innocuous little punishments, he, the violent warden who was full of beatings and killings, couldn't think of any other way.

Daniel looked angry, splashed water on Jason's face, grabbed his hair and roared.

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

"This is 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, and you have to lick it clean for me!"

After all, he lifted up the iron interrogation chair and turned Jason on his back.

Then he took out a towel from his pocket and put it on his face, and finally picked up the kettle on the table and kept pouring water on the towel.

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

Waterboarding is a kind of torture originating from the Babylonian period. It can make the victim feel like they are suffocating and about to be drowned. After thousands of years of continuous improvement, waterboarding has become a common interrogation method in American violent institutions.

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

"Uuuuuu..."

A minute later, Jason's body was depleted of oxygen and began to choke.

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

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

The eyes, nostrils and mouth are accompanied by blood flow.

After three minutes, Jason began to cramp all over.

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

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

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

Daniel put the water bottle away, walked over and crouched down and threatened.

"Little bastard~www.novelmt.com~ Listen to me. This visitor below is not an ordinary person. You'd better close your stinky mouth and cooperate well, or I will give you a taste of waterboarding every day. "

After speaking, Daniel pushed open the door and walked out.

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

The Warden's Office.

A beautiful woman in a white lab coat was sitting on a chair and quietly looking at the information. The homepage of the information was printed with Jason's photo.

Blonde and blue-eyed, tall and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the woman is full of wisdom and intelligence.

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

"I kept you waiting, Dr. Harleen Quetzel!"

Seeing Ha Lin's alluring face, Daniel's heartbeat couldn't help speeding up, and he even stuttered when he spoke.

"Harleen... The prisoner you want to talk to today is actually an arrogant murderer, and he doesn't have much research value. I think you can change the prisoner, or I can invite you to lunch."

Harlene Quetzel is an authority on criminal psychology in New York City and an inmate counselor at Long Island Prison.

Harleen stood up, smiled charmingly, shook her head playfully and refused: "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're such a strong woman!" Daniel shrugged, his face unable to hide his disappointment: "Let's go, the interrogation room has been cleaned."

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