Chapter 42

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

Boom!

At the grand headquarters of the New York Police Department, a huge fire appeared in an instant, followed by a deafening explosion.

The relentless fire swallowed up all the people and things in the hall on the first floor, then broke through the door and window glass with a destructive momentum and rushed to the surrounding roads.

The violent shock wave generated by the explosion blew everyone in the hall into pieces of meat, and the blood rain mixed with minced meat fell, and the police hall instantly became a terrible Shura hell.

Hundreds of meters away, innocent passers-by was attracted by the explosion and looked back at the police station.

But 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 the eardrum ache and the ground under his feet was shaking.

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

The headquarters of the police station has lit a raging fire, and thick smoke is flying around, as if to dye the sky black.

"I buy GA!"

"Oh, my God! What happened to the police station! "

"There have been explosions in a few weeks. What's the matter with New York?"

The passers-by stood in place, looking at the smoke rising into the sky and talking to themselves.

succeed!

Franklin's face was ecstatic, he couldn't help punching excitedly, and his inner sense of achievement exploded completely.

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

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

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Hours ago, long island prison in New York.

Jason sat on the iron chair of interrogation, with a proud smile on his lips.

Just now, a senior official of the federal government was sitting across from him, threatening and luring him to tell what he knew.

Unexpectedly, Jason used his ancestral mouth to escape and sprayed the bald senior official into doubting life. He was furious and left angrily with the last slap on the table.

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

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

Among these people are senior police and political officials who want to get information out empty handed.

There is a sociologist who wants to understand his childhood and family situation, so as to verify the impact of family on children's future.

A psychiatrist wants to explore his spiritual world through conversation.

There are even lawyers who want to be popular overnight to help him file a lawsuit with the federal government, or is it a defense of innocence.

These people want to interview Jason for different purposes. The same thing is that no one can persist in Jason's mouth for half an hour.

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

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

I've talked too much recently. My mouth is dry.

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

He rinsed his mouth vigorously, 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 didn't dare to lynch him. He could only disgust him by dirty means.

Like spitting in his meal.

For example, deliberately wake him up in the middle of the night and don't let him sleep well.

In addition to these trivial punishments, he, a violent warden full of fighting and killing, can't think of any other way.

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

"Little bastard, you are arrogant these two days. Do you think this is your kennel?"

"This is long island prison. I'm the warden of the prison. All prisoners must obey my orders!"

"Don't let you drink mouthwash. I just let you eat shit. You have to lick it for me!"

Then he lifted the iron chair of the interrogation and asked Jason to face up.

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

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

Waterboarding is a kind of torture from the ancient Babylonian period. It will make the tortured feel suffocated and drowned. After thousands of years of continuous improvement, waterboarding has become a common interrogation means for violent organs 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..."

A minute later, Jason ran out of oxygen and began to choke.

He scratched his hands and pedaled his feet. His expression looked extremely painful.

After two minutes, the range of scribbling and pedaling increased.

Eyes, nostrils and mouth with blood outflow.

Three minutes later, Jason began to convulse.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Daniel stopped his punishment and overturned an iron chair to the ground.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! "

Jason coughed violently on the ground as if he were coughing out his whole lung.

Daniel put the kettle away, came over, squatted down and threatened.

"Listen to me, little bastard. The following visitors are not ordinary people. You'd better close your mouth and cooperate well, or I'll give you a taste of waterboarding every day. "

With that, Daniel pushed the door out.

He asked the prison guard to tidy up the interrogation room, and then went to the office building to receive the special visitor.

Warden's office.

A beautiful woman in a white coat is sitting in a chair quietly checking the information. Jason's picture is printed on the front page of the information.

Blonde, tall and wearing a pair of black framed glasses, women are full of wisdom and knowledge.

Daniel knocked on the door, pushed the door in when he was allowed.

"Keep you waiting, Dr. Harlem quezel!"

Daniel's heart beat faster and stuttered when he saw Harlem's face.

"Harlem... The prisoner you want to talk to today is actually a arrogant murderer. It doesn't have much research value. I think you can change a prisoner or I can invite you to lunch."

Harlene quezel is an authority on criminal psychology in New York and a special counselor for patients in long island prison.

Harlem stood up, smiled, shook her head playfully and refused: "sorry, Daniel, talking to patients is my career. And I don't think Jason Walter is a simple murderer. "

"His unconventional and crazy thinking logic is the treasure of psychology. I want to know his spiritual structure and the secrets hidden in it."

"You are such a strong woman!" Daniel shrugged and couldn't hide his loss on his face: "come on, the interrogation room has been cleaned."

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