I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 39 The Best Way to Protect Secrets

Fran saw David approaching and tried to escape but couldn't.

"Help, help!"

He tried to shout, but the sound was heard far away, but no one would come to this abandoned suburban factory.

David approached step by step, and the footsteps struck his heart like the death knell of hell, making him unable to bear the fear.

"Listen, imprisoning and injuring a detective is a federal felony!"

Fran swallowed, and said.

A 17-year-old high school student may just be impulsive. He wants to persuade and intimidate David to give up his irrational behavior.

Snapped!
David unhurriedly put down the flange who was tied to the chair, straightened his head with force, and spread a wet towel on his face.

"Since its birth in the Middle Ages, waterboarding has been known as one of the most inhumane criminal laws in human history."

The flat and stable voice contained a faint coldness that made people feel cold.

"I like this criminal law, it's simple, efficient and doesn't require blood."

"no no!"

Realizing what was about to happen, Fran yelled in panic.

The head tried to struggle, but the hand was like iron clamps, motionless, unable to struggle.

Whoa!
David held a bucket of tens of kilograms steadily with one hand, and poured the water slowly and steadily, rushing into the mouth and nose of the flange under the towel.

"Save...Save..."

Fran's words of begging for mercy were drowned by the current, and he coughed and couldn't speak.

Trying to breathe but the soaked towel clings to his face, blocking oxygen.

In less than 30 seconds, with the rapid consumption of oxygen in the blood, the pain of suffocation as if he was about to drown began. The veins on his neck burst out, his legs were like strangled rabbits, and his pedals twitched.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

This is the moment when the interrogation really begins, David reminded him kindly.

The lack of oxygen made people breathe uncontrollably and swallow, causing a large amount of water to choke into Fran's stomach, lung lobes, and bronchi, making him suffocate even more painfully. submerged.

Shinto's screams came from the abandoned factory.

"From the Spanish Inquisition to modern intelligence agencies, 80.00% of those who have been waterboarded have submitted.

I hope you're not that 20.00%, Jakes Fran. "

There was hope in his tone.

"Because the rest are all victims who were accidentally tortured to death by the executioner."

"Uh...uh..."

Intense pain and fear swept through Fran's body and mind, destroying his not-so-tough will. As soon as he felt the pain of suffocation 30 seconds later, he began to try various methods to convey the meaning of confession.

But he couldn't speak, his hands and feet were tied, and he, who clearly wanted to confess, was still being tortured to make him confess.

In the darkness and suffocation, two extremely painful minutes were spent.

Frank's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his hands and feet began to twitch abnormally.

"It's almost there, and the scene won't look good if it continues."

David put down the bucket.

People who suffer from waterboarding will become incontinent over time.

"vomit……"

The towel on his face was removed, and the tearful Falan saw the light again, instinctively breathing in the air greedily like a fish landing on the shore, and it took more than ten seconds for his pupils to focus, wanting to turn around from the gate of hell, his face was pale, his body Trembling with fear, he looked at David as if he wanted to say something.

"Oh, right!"

Seeing his expression, David raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if he had just remembered something.

"I forgot to tell you in advance, how should you notify me if you want to confess."

Fran couldn't see any trace of sudden memory on David's face. He seemed to see a devil with wide-eyed eyes, fear written on his face, and chattering teeth.

"The devil... the devil!"

"You've wasted a lot of my time, it's time to tell me what I want to know!"

Lifting the chair, David suppressed his smile and said slowly.

"Still, you want to come to the second round."

"I... I said!..."

Like an electric shock, Fran hurriedly begged for mercy. If he hadn't been bound by the chair, I believe he would have knelt on the ground and kowtowed, willing to give everything in order not to suffer from the pain just now.

Snapped!
Press the space button, and the scheduled emails will be canceled and deleted. David looks up at the terrified Frank and closes his notebook.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You...you are not an ordinary person." Fran shivered and hugged his body, his voice trembling.

"What did you say?"

David didn't seem to catch it.

"Your hands were like iron tongs just now. They were so powerful that they pinched my face. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't shake it."

Recalling the severe pain that his cheekbones were about to be crushed just now, Fran understood everything at this moment, and stared at David as if looking at a terrifying monster, his eyes widening.

There is only one explanation for why Clark would be so hostile to his younger brother's actions, Clark clearly agreed to him, but then disappeared.

"You are a stronger monster than your brother!"

"I don't like the word monster."

David walked in front of him, condescending, and the shadow shrouded him.

"I just have some tricks for dealing with Clark."

"You...what do you want to do?"

Sitting on the chair, Fran's heart was gripped by a big hand that turned into fear, and he was so uneasy that he felt remorse in his heart, that he shouldn't have provoked the other party.

"Let me go, please!"

"I'm sorry, but the best way to keep people secret is--dead people!"

David flicked his fingers, and the fifty-cent coin was like a bullet ejected from the chamber, easily piercing through his head, and embedded in the brick wall behind with bloodstains.

Fran stared at his eyes, not looking back at his death, and fell backwards with the chair, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Even if you lose, the fifty cents will still be given to you."

……

"You killed him, David?"

After school in the afternoon, in the attic of the warehouse.

After waking up at noon, he kicked the kryptonite into the sewer. Clark searched for two or three laps outside the town at noon and after school but couldn't find Fran, so he rushed up angrily.

David looked calmly at the night outside, "Not bad."

"He's a police detective!" Unexpectedly, his younger brother would admit it so easily, Clark was stunned for a moment.

"I handled it very cleanly."

He has no principle of not killing. He didn't kill those capable people before, but to maximize his emotional points, and this Frank is an ordinary person, so it's useless to keep it.

The body is buried under the concrete floor of the abandoned factory building, and no one will find it.

"I mean he probably didn't commit any felonies at all."

Clark said in a deep voice.

It's unlikely that the detective who's so good at threatening people will be a good cop.

But he may not have violated the law seriously, otherwise he may have been found and thrown into prison while working in the police station.

"Your innocence makes people laugh, my brother."

David had expected him to think so, and shook his head.

Turn the laptop around on the loft table and press play.

(End of this chapter)