39 The Best Way to Prevent Secret Leaks

When Phelan saw David approaching, he tried to escape but couldn't even move.

"Help, help!"

He tried to shout, but his voice was not heard far away, and no one would come to this abandoned suburban factory.

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

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

Phelan swallowed and said.

A seventeen-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 straightened up Phelan who was tied to the chair, adjusted his head with force, and spread a wet towel over his face.

"Since the birth of waterboarding in the Middle Ages, it has been known as one of the most brutal and inhumane torture techniques in human history." The flat and stable voice contained a faint coldness that made people feel cold.

"I like this type of torture. It's simple, efficient, and bloodless."

"No...no!"

Phelan yelled in panic, realizing what was about to happen.

The head tried to struggle, but the body was like being held by iron clamps, motionless, unable to struggle.

Crash!

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..."

Phelan's words of begging for mercy were drowned by the water current, and he was unable to speak as he coughed.

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

In less than thirty 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 were bulging, and his legs were like strangled rabbits, twitching every second.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

At the moment the interrogation really started, David reminded him kindly.

The lack of oxygen made him breathe and swallow uncontrollably, causing a large amount of water to choke into Phelan's stomach, lung lobes, and bronchi, making him suffocate even more painfully. He screamed in despair and was submerged in water before he could spit out a full word.

Sam's screams came from the abandoned factory.

"From the Spanish Inquisition to modern intelligence organizations, 80% of those who have been subjected to waterboarding have succumbed. I hope you are not the 20%, Sam Phelan."

There was hope in his tone.

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

"Uh...uhm..."

Intense pain and fear swept through Phelan's body and mind, destroying his not-so-strong will. As soon as he felt the pain of suffocation thirty 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 painfully long minutes were spent.

Phelan'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 incoherent over time.

vomit...

The towel on his face was removed, and the tearful Phelan regained his sight. Like a drowned person landing on the shore, he instinctively breathed in the air greedily. It took more than ten seconds for his pupils to focus, and he seemed to turn around from the gate of hell. His face was pale and his body was shaking with fear.

"Oh, that's right!"

Seeing his expression, David raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face, as if he just remembered something.

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

Phelan could not see any traces of sudden memory on David's face. He seemed to see a devil, speaking with wide eyes, 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!"

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

"Still I think you want to have a second round."

"I...I confess!..."

Like an electric shock, Phelan hurriedly begged for mercy. If he hadn't been bound by a chair, David 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!

Pressing the button, the scheduled emails were canceled and deleted. David looked up at the terrified Phelan and closed his laptop.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"You...you are not an ordinary person." Phelan, who shrank and hugged his body, said while trembling.

"What did you say?"

David didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Your hands were like iron tongs just now, with abnormal strength. When you pinched my face, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't shake it a little bit."

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

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

"You are a monster stronger than your brother!"

"I don't like the word monster."

David walked up to him, condescending, and a shadow shrouded him.

"I just have some tricks to deal with Clark."

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

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

"Let me go, please!"

"Sorry, the best way for people to keep a secret is---dead people!"

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

Phelan stared at his eyes with his eyes open, not knowing when he died, and fell backward with the chair, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Even if you lose, the fifty cents will still go 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 Phelan, so he asked him angrily.

David looked calmly at the clouds outside, "That's right."

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

"I dealt with it very cleanly."

He didn't have any principle of not killing. He didn't kill those capable people before, just to maximize his emotional points, and this Phelan is an ordinary person, so it's useless to keep him.

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

"I mean he may not have committed any felony 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.

He turned the laptop around on the loft table and pressed play.