Beautiful Man

Withdrawing far enough, Franklin took out the detonator, opened the safety cover, and pressed the red button hard.

boom!

At the magnificent New York Police Department headquarters, a huge fire suddenly appeared, followed by a deafening explosion.

The ruthless fire swallowed all the people and things in the first floor hall, and then broke through the windows and doors with a devastating aura, rushing towards the surrounding roads.

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

A hundred meters away, innocent passers-by were attracted by the explosion and looked back in the direction of the police station.

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

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

He got out of the car and looked up into the distance.

A raging fire has ignited at the police headquarters, and billowing smoke is drifting around, as if to dye the sky black.

"Omika!"

"Gosh! What happened to the police station!"

"There were explosions in just a few weeks. What happened to New York!"

Passersby stood silly on the spot, muttering to themselves as they watched the smoke rising up into the sky.

Succeeded!

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

With so many deaths and injuries, the federal government must attach great importance to Jason's affairs. As long as they work harder, the boss may be released from prison.

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

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

Jason sat on the iron chair of the interrogation with a triumphant smile.

Just now, a high-ranking official of the federal government was sitting across from him, all kinds of threats and tricks wanted him to tell him what he knew.

Unexpectedly, Jason used his ancestral mouth to escape and sprayed the bald-headed high-ranking official into doubting life. He became angry and left the table angrily at the last time.

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

He is a celebrity in New York. Every day, forty or fifty visitors make appointments to meet with him. You may have to wait in line if you are late.

Among these people are high-ranking officials in the police and political circles, and they want to give out intelligence without their gloves.

There are sociologists who want to understand his childhood and family situation in order to verify the influence of the family on the future of the child.

Some psychiatrists want to explore his spiritual world through conversation.

There are even lawyers who want to become popular overnight to help him fight the federal government, or it is a plea of ​​innocence.

These people want to interview Jason for different purposes, the same is that no one can hold on for half an hour under Jason's mouth.

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 have talked too much recently and my mouth is dry.

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

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

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

Because Jason was injured, Daniel did not dare to use lynching and could only use some dirty tricks to disgust him.

Such as spitting in his meal.

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

Apart from these trivial punishments, he was a violent warden who was full of killings and could not think of other ways.

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

"Little bastard, you have been arrogant these two days, do you think this is your doghouse?"

"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 it clean!"

After all, he lifted the interrogation iron chair and made Jason face up to the sky.

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

"Little bastard, aren't you very rampant, I will let you taste waterboarding."

Waterboarding is a torture originating from the Babylonian period. It will make the victim feel suffocated and drowning. After thousands of years of continuous improvement, waterboarding has become a common method of interrogation by violent agencies in the United States.

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

"Woohoo..."

One minute later, Jason ran out of oxygen and began to choke on water.

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

Two minutes later, the range of scrambling kicks increased.

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

Three minutes later, Jason began to convulsions.

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

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

Jason coughed violently on the ground, as if to cough up his entire lungs.

Daniel put the kettle in, walked over and crouched down threateningly.

"Little bastard, please listen to me. The visitor below is not an ordinary person. You'd better close your stinky mouth and cooperate well, otherwise I will let you taste the taste of waterboarding every day."

After speaking, Daniel opened the door.

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

Warden's Office.

A beautiful woman in a white lab coat is sitting on a chair and quietly viewing the information. The front page of the information is printed with a picture of Jason.

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

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

"Have you waited so long, Doctor Harlen Quezel!"

Seeing Harlem's face, Daniel couldn't help but speed up, and even his words became stammered.

"Harlem... the prisoner you are going to talk to today is actually an arrogant murderer. It doesn't have much research value. I think you can change to another prisoner or I can treat you to lunch."

Harlem Quezel is an authority on criminal psychology in New York, as well as a psychological counselor specially hired by Long Island Prison.

Harlen stood up with a charming smile, and 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 pure murderer."

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

"You are really 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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