Superman's Journey

Chapter 296

Even though Lincoln gagged his mouth, Sam's piercing voice still echoed in the park, but this was just the beginning.

In the end, he couldn't shout anymore, and even his eyes were tortured to be dull.

But as soon as the salt and hot oil passed, his whole body came alive again.

Under the extreme pain, every inch of his body trembled...

Lincoln used his own energy to keep his spirit awake and ensure that his body never died. This torture, which no one has ever done in human history, was completed by Lincoln.

The whole person was firmly bound to the pillar, and tears kept running down the corners of Sam's eyes.

For half an hour, he wanted to die every minute and every second within half an hour, but he couldn't get relief. He extremely regretted his previous remarks, and even began to regret why he had to live in this world .

He seemed to be able to feel his flesh and blood being dehydrated by the salt, and his body being scalded by hot oil. His body was trembling almost to the point of collapse, but he insisted on maintaining the most extreme sobriety.

With a click, Lincoln cut the ball's chain short, and it fell to the ground with bloody spit.

As if realizing that his mouth was free, Sam looked up at Lincoln, his eyes full of fear and longing: "Please! Please! I know I was wrong, I shouldn't scold you! Please kill me!" Kill me! Kill me quickly! I was wrong!"

"It's not that simple." Under Sam's desperate eyes, Lincoln slowly shook his head: "If an apology is useful, what else do you need the police for?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, now is the legal killing day, and the police station will not work until seven o'clock tomorrow morning. Since there are no police, then I am Wang Fa!"

"Are you ready? You must be hungry after standing for so long?"

While speaking, Lincoln used utensils to remove the small and exquisite pieces of meat hanging from his body under the effect of hot oil.

"No, no!" Sam couldn't even care about the pain of being forcibly torn from his flesh and blood. "You can't do this! You can't do this! I'm a human, I'm a human!"

"Human? You actually said that you are a human?" Lincoln sneered, "I am no longer a human, so how can you be considered a human?"

"Be obedient, otherwise, I'm not sure what I'll do next."

There was a hint of demon-like crimson in Lincoln's eyes, who was smiling but not smiling. Sam felt chills all over his body, and the fear of Lincoln in his heart had reached the extreme extreme in history.

alive?

He no longer longed for himself to be able to live in this world, and now he only hoped that he could die quickly so that he would not have to endure this inhuman torture from Lincoln.

He knew that if Lincoln disagreed, he would continue to live and suffer.

But, but he really couldn't stand it anymore!
Sam was trembling all over, and tears slipped out immediately: "Please, kill me!"

Lincoln didn't speak, just pulled out the meat balls on his body, and then withdrew his own energy, causing him to die suddenly.

It was just torture, and Lincoln had nothing to do with it.

Through the cameras set up in the park, everyone who can access this device can clearly see what Lincoln is doing.

In this place with a short history that can be written with a few sheets of toilet paper, even the most cold-blooded and cruel people can't help but feel their hairs stand on end when they see the punishment Lincoln prepared for Sam, as if they saw a complete demon .

Sam, who didn't have even a piece of complete flesh and blood on his body, was hung on the pillar, like a crucified Jesus, warning future generations of the consequences of offending Lincoln, and in front of him was a dinner plate.

After removing the messy and filthy surroundings, the picture in front of me is enough to form a painting called "The Devil's Dinner".

The screams and wailing in the park disappeared, and as Lincoln's figure disappeared into the darkness, sneaky figures emerged from the woods.

Each of them held a gun in their hands, but after looking at each other, they wisely did not choose to shoot at the people around them, but cautiously explored the middle of the park together.

Everything is very quiet, as if no one is here.

It wasn't until they approached the center that they saw a terrifying scene in front of the pillar.

The corpse covered with hideous wounds has surpassed the limit of their imagination. Looking at the dinner plate dotted with food and Sam, everyone realized what he had suffered.

All of a sudden, even though they had experienced many killing days and killed many people under their command, they couldn't help but feel nauseous.

And with it comes fear, a deep fear of the demonic Lincoln: "He, he's not human!"

"It's not good for you to speak ill of people like that!"

A deep voice suddenly came from the darkness behind them, making those thugs tremble as if they had Parkinson's disease.

Under the alignment of the guns, Lincoln snapped his fingers and tapped, the originally dark lights came on, and his figure sitting on the chair appeared in front of everyone, as if perverted: "How is it? What do you think of my works?" Do you want to participate in art creation too?"

Looking at Lincoln who was like a playwright, all the thugs felt in a trance that what they were holding in their hands at this moment was not a gun that could dominate the life and death of others and bring them a sense of security and control, but a useless gun. Fire stick.

Facing Lincoln with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, they didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger on Lincoln in their hearts, but they kept stepping back: "We have no grievances with you."

"Stop joking." Lincoln spread his hands. "Since we've already come out to participate in the statutory killing day, is it important to have grudges? I've taken a fancy to you, so, do you want to join in?"

(End of this chapter)