Chapter 216 Do you think death is the end?

Frank now somewhat understood the thinking of the young man in front of him.

A normal person, even a normal person who has become a giant beast (although there are not many such people among giant beasts).

When they see something that makes them unhappy or meet someone who makes them unhappy, what do most of them do?

Most of them will use their own strength to solve the problem on the spot.

On the other hand, some people who cannot find the source of the problem will initiate relationships to investigate the source.

Then use your own strength to solve the problem on the spot.

But what is Bai Tang Jing’s tendency to solve problems?

He couldn't find Armstrong, and at this time he was deeply unhappy with what Armstrong had done and the consequences he had.

Then, his choice is——

Destroyed the international status and prestige of the United States on the spot!

Armstrong, he is yours, and what he does is what you acquiesce to.

Then I will put my "fist" on your heads and let you know the truth: you may all be crushed to death at any time!

If you want to retain the last dignity, no matter how extreme it is. If you want to survive, then hand him over yourself!

I won't put in this effort, but I guarantee that if you don't want to put in this effort for me, then your ending will definitely be "good-looking".

Bai Tangjing's insight into the thinking of living things through the power of giant beasts was revealed for the first time just now.

Frank had no information on this at all.

So when the young man revealed the plans of him and the group behind him in just a few sentences, even the city government, who had been immersed in officialdom for decades, couldn't help but get tongue-tied and break into a cold sweat.

But after all, he was able to rely on officialdom battles to rise from a humble fighter with no background to a talent of the level of Secretary of State of the United States.

Among the entire human race, he is undoubtedly the top player.

So after panicking for only three or four seconds, he roughly guessed Bai Tangjing's ability.

Then less than two seconds passed. Frank, who had no supernatural power to block his mind and no Edward Wu's common family skills to calm his mind, found his own way.

If my thoughts cannot calm down, then I will stir up a storm!

Countless chaotic thoughts began to surge in his mind.

The donkey-elephant political ecology of the two parties, family disputes, extramarital affairs, the neighbor's dog, and the morning barbecue ribs.

Thoughts extend into a messy and complicated thread that is impossible to understand.

Even he himself couldn't remember what he was thinking two seconds ago.

The maze-like thinking made Bai Tangjing, who was looking at Frank's thoughts like flipping through a book, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This kind of flexibility of thinking can only be achieved by a guy of Kuroki Gensai's level in combat mode, right?

The level of confusion made it impossible for Bai Tangjing to find the answer he wanted in the other party's mind.

But not having an answer is itself a leak of information.

"My palms did not deliberately choke your oxygen supply vessels, so you can still think clearly now."

"But if your entire weight of more than 70 kilograms is pulled off the ground by a mere cervical vertebra, you will die within a minute and a half."

Bai Tangjing looked at Frank, who had turned pale, with interest.

"But why aren't you panicking at all?"

"In the two minutes before you disturbed your thoughts, I have already determined that you are not the kind of person who can die generously."

"In other words, you think you won't die?"

Bai Tangjing suddenly chuckled.

"Ha! How interesting!"

"There are no strong men around who can snatch people from my hands, and there are no marks left by your telekinesis ability on your body."

"Have you also mastered the mind transfer technology?"

The moment the conclusion came out of his lips, Frank's pupils trembled very slightly.

This confirmed Bai Tangjing's speculation.

Sure enough, how could a technology that allows thoughts to be transmitted and continued between bodies be exclusively used by a group of not-so-strong killers?

This technology seems to have existed before the creation of Behemoth.

Then the "Western Conquest of Wu", which did not even have the power of a giant beast at that time, would have been even less able to privately maintain this technology that could carry all its ambitions.

"I'm quite curious. Can the free will that you believe in really accept the ethics of 'mind transfer' and 'body cloning' technologies?"

Bai Tangjing asked curiously.

And now that this secret technology has been revealed, a white politician named Frank Underwood is no longer too lazy to pretend.

His most hidden thoughts, the secrets and darkness brewing in the deepest part of his heart, were like reptiles swimming out of the shadows at the corner of the room.

It slowly "squirmed" out.

Smooth and disgusting, vicious and vicious.

"Hehe. Haha!"

"Young friend, let me tell you a secret."

"The meaning of life is to hold power."

"As for humanity, self, perseverance, and independence? These shit-like things are not even worthy of carrying shoes for 'power'!"

"For the sake of power, what people can sacrifice is far beyond your imagination!"

The communication between thoughts is clear and direct.

But Bai Tangjing seemed to be able to hear the other person's throat in these words, the greedy saliva secreted when talking about the word "power".

Judging from just his fighting spirit and obsession, Frank is a pure "monster" who is as good as Takemoto Jiuan!

"You should have had augmentation surgery, Frank."

Bai Tangjing gave advice sincerely.

"Based on your ambition alone, you have this qualification."

After saying that, the young man's palm began to slowly tighten.

He hopes to use this method of slow death to break the opponent's will so that he can dig out more things.

But Frank did live up to Bai Tangjing's evaluation of him.

The blood vessels and trachea were tightened, and the chest sent violent nerve signals to the brain like a knife. The muscles throughout the body began to weaken, and the sphincters gradually lost control.

Death by suffocation is one of the most painful ways for humans to die.

So much so that the mere prelude to death is enough to be included among the intelligence organizations' most effective forms of torture.

But Frank?

——He doesn't care at all.

Dirty filth soaked into the expensive suit, and his consciousness was leaving his body and dissipating. But his eyes did not care.

It was as if death was no longer the end of everything for him.

As a person whose neck was being strangled, he just watched Bai Tangjing's palms gradually close together, crushing his life.

The destruction of his life by the young man at this time will only make him look forward to it more and more.

When I see him again in decent clothes, when he sees his complete plan, how wonderful will the other person's expression be?

Is it helplessness? Is it rage? Or is it

Just thinking about how complex emotions the strongest human being in front of him would show in front of him made Frank's heart surge.

Power means "the ability to influence others."

And if the mentality of the strongest human being could be affected, what kind of "power" would this mean he would have at that time?

At this thought, Frank's body even found indescribable pleasure from the suffocation.

My chest was twitching as if it was about to explode, and my body was also raised.

Until the young man in front of him spoke again.

“Friend, what do you think of the ‘mentally ill’ group?”

A group of garbage who can't even control their own will. They don't know what they are pursuing, and they don't know how to pursue it. So they can only and only deserve to hide in their own sad world and revel and let loose.

Frank's heart instinctively gave him a cold response that fit his character.

"Very good, it's your style."

Bai Tang couldn't help but nodded, and then the topic changed, and the temperature in his words dropped sharply.
To be continued...