I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

"Could he have changed his mind?" He thought of something, a sinister look appearing on his face, and he said sharply.

"No, he can't come for the time being."

David slammed down a punch, grabbed the unconscious Fran like a chick, and disappeared from the spot.

……

An abandoned factory.

When Fran woke up, he found himself tightly bound to a chair with ropes, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

"You're awake?" a voice called out.

A laptop sat on a wooden table. David sat leisurely in the chair, pushed a fifty-cent coin forward, and under the horrified gaze of the man, put on surgical gloves, smiled, and slowly stood up.

"Our bet has begun."

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Chapter 39 The Best Way to Protect Secrets

When Fran saw David approaching, he tried desperately to escape, but he couldn't get away no matter what he did.

"Help, help!"

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

David approached step by step, his footsteps like the tolling of a death knell in hell, filling him with unbearable fear.

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

Fran swallowed hard and said.

A seventeen-year-old high school student may have acted on impulse, trying to persuade and intimidate David to abandon his irrational behavior.

Snapped!

David slowly and deliberately laid down the chair tied to the flanker, forcefully turned his head back, and placed a wet towel on his face.

"Since its birth in the Middle Ages, waterboarding has been regarded as one of the most inhumane forms of punishment in human history."

His calm and steady voice subtly conveyed a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"I like this method of punishment; it's simple, efficient, and doesn't involve bloodshed."

"no no!"

Realizing what was about to happen, Fran cried out in panic.

The head tried to struggle, but the hand was like an iron clamp, completely immobile, and it could not struggle.

Wow!

David held a bucket weighing several tens of kilograms steadily with one hand, pouring the water slowly and steadily into the mouth and nose of the person under the towel.

"Save...Save..."

Fran's pleas for mercy were drowned out by the water, and he coughed and could not speak.

I wanted to breathe, but the soaked towel clung to my face, blocking out the oxygen.

In less than thirty seconds, as the oxygen in his blood was rapidly consumed, the agonizing pain of almost drowning began. The veins on his neck bulged, and his legs twitched and convulsed like a strangled rabbit.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

The interrogation truly began at this moment, David kindly reminded him.

The lack of oxygen caused him to breathe and swallow uncontrollably, causing large amounts of water to enter his stomach, lungs, and bronchi, making the pain and suffocation even more intense. He cried out in despair, but before he could utter a complete syllable, he was submerged by the water.

Terrifying screams echoed from the abandoned factory.

"From the Spanish Inquisition to modern intelligence organizations, eighty percent of those who underwent waterboarding succumbed to it."

I hope you're not in that 20%, Jax Farron.

His tone revealed a sense of hope.

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

"Uh...uh..."

Intense pain and fear overwhelmed Fran's mind and body, destroying his already weak will. Thirty seconds later, as soon as he felt the pain of suffocation, he began to try every possible way to convey his intention to confess.

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

I endured two excruciatingly long two minutes in darkness and suffocation.

Fran's consciousness gradually faded, and his hands and feet began to twitch abnormally.

"That's enough. If we continue, things won't look good."

David put down the bucket.

People subjected to waterboarding will eventually become incontinent.

"vomit……"

With the towel removed from his face, Fran, who was snotting and crying, regained his sight. Like a fish out of water, he instinctively and greedily inhaled the air. It took him more than ten seconds for his pupils to focus. As if he had just returned from the gates of hell, his face was deathly pale, and his body trembled with fear. He looked at David as if he wanted to say something.

"Oh, right!"

Seeing his expression, David raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, as if he had just remembered something.

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

Fran saw no trace of sudden realization on David's face; instead, he saw a demon with wide eyes, a face filled with terror, and teeth chattering.

"Demon...devil!"

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

David straightened the chair, his smile fading, and said slowly.

"Or do you want to play a second round?"

"I...I'll talk!..."

As if electrocuted, Fran hurriedly begged for mercy. If he hadn't been bound by the chair, he would surely be kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, willing to give anything to avoid the pain he had just endured.

Snapped!

David pressed the spacebar, canceling and deleting the scheduled email. He looked up at the still-shaken Fran and closed his laptop.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You...you're not an ordinary person either." Fran, cowering and hugging himself, said in a trembling voice.

"What did you say?"

David seemed not to have heard clearly.

“Just now your hand was like an iron clamp, with abnormally strong force. You grabbed my face, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t budge it an inch.”

Recalling the excruciating pain of his cheekbone being crushed, Fran understood everything now. He stared at David with wide eyes, as if he were looking at a terrifying monster.

Why was Clark so alarmed by his brother's actions? Clark had promised him, but then disappeared. There's only one explanation.

"You're a monster even stronger than your brother!"

I don't like the word "monster".

David walked up to him, looking down at him, casting a shadow over him.

"I just have a few tricks for dealing with Clark."

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

Sitting in the chair, Fran felt his heart gripped by fear, a powerful unease washing over him. He was filled with deep regret, thinking he shouldn't have provoked the other party.

"Let me go, please!"

"Sorry, the best way to keep a secret is—a dead person!"

David flicked his finger, and the fifty-cent coin flew out of the barrel like a bullet, easily piercing his head and embedding itself in the brick wall behind him, stained with blood.

Fran stared wide-eyed, dying with his eyes wide open, then fell backward in his chair, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Even if you lose, you'll still get these fifty cents.

……

"You killed him, David?"

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

After waking up at noon, Clark kicked the kryptonite into the sewer. He searched around town two or three times during lunch and after school but couldn't find Farhan. He stormed up to the town in a rage.

David gazed calmly at the night outside. "Not bad."

"He's a detective!" Clark was taken aback, not expecting his brother to admit it so easily.

"I handled it very cleanly."

He doesn't have any principle of not killing. He didn't kill those ability users before only to maximize his emotional points. But this Fran is just an ordinary person, so there's no use keeping him alive.