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

Fran saw David coming and tried his best to escape but couldn't.

"Help, help!"

He tried shouting, but his voice carried far away, but no one would come to this abandoned suburban factory.

David stepped closer, and the sound of footsteps struck his heart like the death knell of hell, making him unable to help but feel fear.

"Listen, it's a federal felony to imprison and harm a detective!"

Fran swallowed and said.

A seventeen-year-old high school student, perhaps just on impulse, wanted to persuade David to give up his irrational behavior.

Snapped!

David slowly put down Flan who was tied to the chair, straightened his head with force, and laid a wet towel on his face.

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

The calm and steady voice contained a coldness that made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"I like this kind of criminal law. It's simple, efficient and doesn't involve blood."

"no no!"

Fran yelled in panic as he realized what was about to happen.

My head tried to struggle, but the hand was like an iron pincer, motionless and unable to struggle.

Wow!

David held a bucket weighing several dozen kilograms steadily with one hand, and the water poured down slowly and steadily, rushing into Flan's mouth and nose under the towel.

"Save...save..."

Fran's pleas for mercy were drowned by the water, and he was choked and speechless.

He wanted to breathe but the soaked towel clung to his face, blocking oxygen.

In less than thirty seconds, as the oxygen in the blood was rapidly depleted, the pain of suffocation began. Veins on his neck popped out, and his legs bounced and twitched like a strangled rabbit.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

This is the moment when the interrogation really begins, David reminds me kindly.

The lack of oxygen caused people to breathe and swallow uncontrollably, causing a large amount of water to choke into Fran's stomach, lungs, and bronchial tubes, making it even more painful and suffocating. submerged.

Shen Ren's screams came from the abandoned factory.

“From the Spanish Inquisition to modern intelligence agencies, 80 percent of those who have been subjected to waterboarding have succumbed.

I hope you're not the 20 percent, Jax Faran. "

There was hope in his tone.

"Because all that's left are victims who were accidentally tortured to death by their executioners."

"Well...well..."

Intense pain and fear swept through Fran's body and mind, destroying his already tough will. As soon as he felt the pain of suffocation thirty seconds later, he began to try all kinds of methods to convey his intention to confess. .

But he couldn't speak, and his hands and feet were tied. Even though he clearly wanted to confess, he was still being tortured in order to get him to confess.

Two extremely painful minutes passed in darkness and suffocation.

Fran's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his hands and feet began to exhibit abnormal twitching.

"That's almost it. If it continues, the scene won't look good."

David put down the bucket.

People who are tortured by waterboarding will become incontinent over time.

"vomit……"

The towel on his face was taken off, and the tearful Fran could see the light again. He was like a fish that landed on the beach, breathing greedily. It took more than ten seconds for his pupils to focus, and he wanted to turn around from the door of hell. His face was pale, and 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 with a smile on his face, as if he had just remembered something.

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

Fran couldn't see any trace of a sudden memory on David's face. It was as if he saw a devil with eyes wide open, fear written on his face, and teeth chattering.

"Devil...Devil!"

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

After holding up the chair, David suppressed his smile and said slowly.

"Or do you want a second round?"

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

As if he was electrocuted, Frank hurriedly begged for mercy. If it hadn't been for the chair binding, I believe he would have been kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, willing to give everything just to not suffer the pain just now.

Snapped!

Pressing the space bar, the scheduled email was undelete. David looked up at the shocked Fran and closed the notebook.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You...you are not an ordinary person." Flan hugged his body, his voice trembling.

"What did you say?"

David didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Just now, your hands were like iron pliers, with abnormally strong strength. They pinched my face. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't shake it."

Recalling the severe pain that nearly crushed his cheek bones just now, Fran understood everything now and looked at David as if he were looking at a terrifying monster, his eyes widening.

There is only one explanation for why Clark was so hostile to his brother's actions. Clark obviously agreed to him and 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 shadows shrouded him.

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

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

Sitting on the chair, Frank's heart was grasped by the big hands transformed from fear. He felt so uneasy that he almost regretted that he shouldn't have provoked the other party.

"Let me go, please!"

"Sorry, the best way to keep a secret is to die!"

David flicked his finger, and the fifty-cent coin came out of the barrel like a bullet, easily piercing his head and embedded in the brick wall behind with blood stains.

Fran stared, eyes unblinking, and fell backwards with the chair, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Even if you lose, this fifty cents is still given to you."

…

"Did you kill 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 outside the town for two or three times at noon and after school but couldn't find Fran. He came up angrily.

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

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

"I handled it very cleanly."

He didn't have a no-kill principle. He didn't kill those with abilities before just to maximize his emotional points. But this Flan was just an ordinary person, so there was no use keeping him.

The body was buried under the cement floor of the abandoned factory, and no one would find it.

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

Clark said solemnly.

It's unlikely that the detective who was an expert at threatening people would be a good police officer.

But maybe he has not seriously violated the law, otherwise he might have been found out and thrown into jail while working in the police station.

"Your innocence is amusing, my brother."

David had expected that he would think so and shook his head.

Turning the laptop around on the loft table, I pressed play.