Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 296 Fortune Teller

Even after being gagged by Lincoln, Sam's heartbreaking voice still echoed in the park, but this was only the beginning.

By the end, he could no longer scream, and even his eyes were dull from torture.

But as soon as the salt and hot oil passed, he came to life again.

Under the pain of reaching the limit, every muscle in his body trembled...

Lincoln used his own energy to keep his spirit awake and ensure that his body would not die. This torture, which had never been done by anyone in human history, was completed by Lincoln.

The whole person was tightly bound to the pillar, and tears continued to flow from the corners of Sam's eyes.

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

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He seemed to be able to feel his flesh and blood being dehydrated by salt, and his body being cooked by hot oil. His body was trembling so much that he almost collapsed, but he managed to maintain the most extreme sobriety.

With a click, Lincoln shortened the chain of the ball and let it fall to the ground with saliva mixed with blood.

Seemingly realizing that his mouth was free, Sam looked up at Lincoln, his eyes full of fearful 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." In Sam's desperate eyes, Lincoln slowly shook his head: "If an apology is useful, what else should the police do?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, now is the statutory killing day. The police station will not be working 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 there for so long, right?"

As he spoke, Lincoln used cutlery to pick off the pieces of meat hanging on his body that appeared small and exquisite under the influence of hot oil.

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

"Human? You actually say you are a human?" Lincoln sneered: "I am no longer a human, so why can you be considered a human?"

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

A trace of devilish crimson appeared in the eyes of Lincoln, who was smiling but not smiling. Sam's body was filled with chills when he looked at him, and the fear of Lincoln in his heart had reached the highest level in history.

alive?

He no longer desires to live in this world. Now he just hopes that he can die quickly so that he does not have to endure this inhuman torture from Lincoln.

He knew that if Lincoln did not agree, he would continue to live and suffer torture.

But, he really couldn't stand it anymore!

Sam's whole body was trembling, and tears immediately slipped out: "Please, kill me!"

Lincoln didn't say anything, he just pulled out the meatballs on his body, and then removed his own energy, causing him to die suddenly.

It was just torture, and Lincoln had no objections to 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 whose history is so short that it can be written down on a few pieces of toilet paper, even the most cold-blooded and cruel person can't help but feel his hair stand on end when he sees the punishment Lincoln prepared for Sam, as if he has seen a complete devil.

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Sam, without even a piece of intact flesh and blood on his body, was hung on the pillar, like the suffering Jesus, warning future generations of the consequences of offending Lincoln, and in front of him, there was a dinner plate.

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

The screams and howls in the park disappeared. As Lincoln's figure disappeared into the darkness, sneaky figures emerged from the woods one by one.

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

Everything was quiet, as if no one was here.

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

The body covered with hideous wounds had exceeded the limit of their imagination. Looking at the dinner plate dotted with food, Sam, everyone realized what had happened to him.

Suddenly, even though they had experienced many killing days and had killed many people under their command, they couldn't help but feel sick to their stomachs.

Along with it came fear, a deep fear of the demonic Lincoln: "He, he is not human!"

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

A low voice suddenly came from the darkness behind them, causing the thugs to tremble as if they were suffering from Parkinson's disease.

With the muzzles pointed at each one, Lincoln snapped his fingers and the originally dark lights came on. His figure sitting on the chair was revealed in front of everyone, as if he was abnormal: "How is it? What do you think of my work?"

? Do you also want to participate in artistic creation? "

Looking at Lincoln who was like a fortune teller, all the thugs suddenly felt that what they were holding in their hands at this moment was not a gun that could control the life and death of others and give them a sense of security and control, but a useless gun.

Burn a fire stick.

Facing Lincoln with a slight smile on his face, they didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger on Lincoln. They just kept stepping back: "We have no enmity or grudge against you."

"Don't be ridiculous." Lincoln spread his hands and said: "Since we have already come out to participate in the statutory killing day, is grudges and other things important? I have taken a liking to you, so do you want to join in?"

(End of chapter)