I made up myths in America

Chapter 40 What sounds good is a good start
Crazy, the boss is crazy.

Hearing that Wilson Paul did not say some soft words to beg for mercy, but instead intensified his provocation of Frank Clinton, his subordinates who were locked up in the same detention cell with him showed incredible shocked expressions, wishing they could draw a clear line with him right now and surrender to the "devil" in front of them.

But it was too late, before they could take any action.

After hearing these words, the string of 'reason' in Frank's mind completely broke.

Endless anger and negative emotions grew from the bottom of his heart, making the aura he exuded so deep and dark that he no longer resembled a human, but more like the image of a demon in film and television dramas.

And these strong negative emotions happen to become the best nutrients for the burning of karma.

Then, almost in an instant, the black flames quietly attached to Frank's body suddenly expanded and exploded, turning into a terrifying fire tornado, sweeping across the entire detention room in front of him, and even everything in the entire 120th Precinct.

The expressions of fear and terror on the faces of Wilson Paul's men were forever frozen at that moment.

Their bodies burned in the raging flames even faster than Kaz Dotteri's. In the blink of an eye, they all turned to ashes.

The entire 120th Precinct was now engulfed in a strange and terrifying sea of ​​black fire.

Except for Frank himself.

Only Wilson Paul was still barely alive.

"Ha ha"

Wilson Paul, whose whole body was severely burned, couldn't even smile at this moment.

He could smell himself being roasted bit by bit as he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. He knew that Frank didn't want him to die easily.

He managed to raise his face, revealing a terrifying smile on his burnt face, with gums that had been burned off most of the skin. “Frank, dear little Olivia and I will be waiting for you in hell.”

Before he could finish his words, Frank grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand.

Zizzi! !
This time, Frank did not try to control the flames on his body. The horrifically high temperature of the flames burned Wilson Paul's entire body until it was sizzling.

"Ahhhh!!!"

He finally couldn't hold back his screams, and his voice became more and more miserable.

Frank, who didn't intend to let him die easily, shared his healing ability with others for the first time.

This saved Wilson Paul's life, but also gave him an early taste of what hell was like.

"Ahhh, kill me, please kill me!!"

The shrill howling, like that of an evil spirit, made even the people outside the sea of ​​fire shudder.

Frank tortured him for three hours with an expressionless face, crushing his flesh and bones bit by bit, then helping him heal, crushing again, and then healing again.
No one can endure this kind of inhuman torture!!!

From the initial wailing, to cursing, to begging for mercy, to the final stupidity, Wilson Paul, the former New York gangster, was completely tortured to insanity.

Until this moment, Frank finally vented some of the seemingly endless anger in his heart.

However, this is just the beginning for him.

Click.

Frank mercifully killed the dazed Wilson Paul before him, extracting his entire skull, including his cervical vertebrae, and holding it at eye level. "I'll make you regret ever coming into this world, you scumbags!"

His tone was cold as he crushed the skull in his hand with his bare hands.

boom! boom! ! !
From the outside, this strange black fire burned for three hours, turning the entire 120th Precinct into a white ground.

No one knows what Frank Clinton did after he went in, not even the investigation team.

Because the miniature cameras they installed throughout the police station were all burned the moment the flames broke out.

Only some sporadic fragments were received, as well as the crazy and provocative words that Wilson Paul said before that.

But this was enough to shock most of the investigation team.

If they remembered correctly, according to the information they had collected, Frank Clinton's youngest daughter was only eight years old.

Those people actually...
At this moment, even someone as strong-willed as George Gently closed his eyes wearily. After a moment, he reopened them and said to Ray Kelly in front of him:
"Chief, this is my mistake. I simply thought that Wilson Paul had abducted Frank's daughter due to personal grudges and brutally murdered her afterwards. I didn't expect..."

George Gently didn't say anything else.

He also didn't expect that those people above could be so cruel and crazy.

"Well, George, it's not your fault."

Ray Kelly raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the capable man in front of him, sighing continuously.

He had only heard some similar rumors before, but he didn't expect those people to actually go so far.

How can we govern America with these damn insects?

"Hey"

Ray Kelly, who started out as a Texas Ranger and worked his way up to his current position, sighed when he thought about this.

He and George Gently tacitly agreed not to mention the matter of having Frank join the investigation team.

Because just thinking about it you know it's impossible.

What they need to think about now is another question.

Should we stop Frank Clinton from leaving Staten Island?

Because everyone knew that after Franklin left Staten Island, he would definitely go on a killing spree in New York.

None of the big names named by Wilson Paul can escape!!

"Chief, boss, this is bad! Christine's power suddenly went out of control and she's fainted!"

As the two looked at each other silently without anyone speaking first, Nathan Porritt, a member of the investigation team, ran over and reported a piece of news in a very exaggerated tone, which was not sure whether it was good or bad for them.

"It seems someone has already made the choice for us."

A smile appeared on George Gently's face.

(End of this chapter)