Chapter 850: Their Respective Rounds

The middle-aged man sitting opposite the lawyer was silent. The lawyer was not in a hurry.

He had seen many people, all sorts of people. He knew how to find their weaknesses from their external expressions.

After about a dozen seconds, he opened his mouth and asked, "How old are you this year?"

The refugee attacker answered after a few seconds, "Twenty-eight this year, sir."

"Twenty-eight, a good age!"

"Are you married?"

The refugee attacker shook his head and said, "No."

"Are you planning to get married?"

The lawyer's words made the refugee attacker fall silent.

He actually... already had a girl he was fond of. This girl was also in the Federation, and they were even living together now.

They had never had a child. For him, to have a child after getting married was to be truly married, but he had never had this plan.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but simply that he couldn't.

He couldn't provide a stable life for that girl. He couldn't just have her marry him in a simple tent on the side of the road, and have a child.

She might die.

Although he didn't know the relationship between sanitary conditions and the survival rate of childbirth, he knew that in such a terrible environment, she might die.

The reason why he had participated in this attack and plan was because Carl had promised to give them a sum of money, and to find them a stable job.

When he was asked about this matter, his expression was a little unnatural.

The lawyer had noticed the change in his expression, but he did not continue to press the question. This might have the opposite effect.

"Actually, it's a good choice for you not to plan to get married, because for a short period of time, you won't be able to, and you won't have the chance to get married."

"I noticed that less than forty of you have been arrested. Do you know what this means?"

He looked at the refugee attacker, who shook his head. Only then did he continue, "This means that the thirty-something of you will have to bear the consequences of eleven deaths and several hundred injuries."

"Legal responsibility, moral responsibility. The society and the people of the Federation will all spit on you, be hostile to you. You will have to bear all the evil consequences!"

"This means that it is very likely that you will all start at ten years."

"And the nature of this case is very bad. The targets of the attack are a group of people with the largest number and the greatest influence in the federal society."

"The working class."

"You may not be so familiar with this term. I don't know if your hometown has this, but in the Federation, here."

"This word represents power, and a certain degree of compromise."

"The federal government will, in order to appease their emotions, give you a heavy sentence."

"You will be sentenced very heavily. Five years is only the most ideal state, for example, if you can do something to make the judge think that you are not the same kind of person as them."

"Otherwise, I think a starting point of ten years is the most likely."

"You may also be restricted from sentence reduction. You may have to stay in prison for eight, nine, or even a full ten years before you can get out."

"After ten years, how old will you be?"

He saw that the refugee attacker was not speaking, and helped him to answer, "At that time you will be thirty-eight."

"Thirty-eight, have been in prison, and it seems that you do not have any special survival skills. Will a girl wait for you for ten years, and then marry a person with no money?"

The refugee attacker still did not speak. The lawyer continued to output, "Actually, whether she waits for you to come out, and is willing to marry you again, has no meaning."

"Because you will be deported, and in the process of these ten years, there is a high probability that she will become a person of the Federation."

"And it is possible that she has already married a person of the Federation, has started a family with him, and has had children."

Seeing that the refugee attacker's fists were clenched, the lawyer continued with a smile, "You know, many girls, in order to stay, are willing to do anything."

"Some have married a homeless person, some have married a person who is old enough to be her grandfather, and some have even married several brothers in a family."

"It's possible that when she is being pressed down by a fat man who is much older than her, with acne all over his belly and exuding a foul smell, she will remember that past relationship."

"No one cares where you go. Maybe your family has already forgotten you, or because of some accident, has lost contact with you."

"The second half of your life will be lived in hardship because of the negative impact of these lost ten most beautiful years."

"Your life, from the moment you have made the decision to serve your sentence, is on a downward slope. The end of the road is hell, is the abyss."

"And the purpose of your doing so is just for a little money, a promise, or other promises that cannot substantially make up for your loss!"

The lawyer's series of outputs made the refugee attacker's body tense up.

The lawyer took out a cigarette, lit one, and then handed it to the refugee attacker. "Do you remember what I said to you just now?"

"We are too, and we can too!"

"We can give you double, triple the money, can give you and your family a stable job, can let you and the girl you like have a stable life."

"The children you have will be people of the Federation, and from birth they will be closer to the finish line than others."

"The most crucial point!"

The lawyer's finger tapped on the table. "I will have the Labor Federation and some of the family members sign a letter of understanding, and also state your role in this matter to the court. There is a high probability that you will not be sentenced."

"Look!"

"On one side is a long prison sentence and a miserable life, and the changes and vicissitudes that none of us know."

"On the other side is a happy life for you and your family, and there is no need to bear any negative consequences. People will also praise your noble character for bravely standing up and telling the truth!"

The refugee attacker was in a struggle. Carl had promised to give him a large sum of money, to give his family a good job, a good job that could let his whole family live a good life, and had also let his girlfriend also have a decent job.

And he only needed to pay a period of "time" as the price.

The lawyer added more fuel to the fire. "You know that you are not the only attacker who has been arrested this time. You can't guarantee that everyone will not cooperate with us."

"We only need one or two, two or three people, and I will only see you this once."

"After you leave here, we will not meet again, and naturally the conditions I have offered you will also become meaningless."

"You have five minutes. You think about it."

"Before I finish this cigarette!"

He took another puff of his cigarette. There was only half of the cigarette left, which made the refugee attacker's heart even more tormented.

After about a dozen seconds, he licked his lips and said in a low voice, "They said we wouldn't be sentenced so heavily."

The lawyer was actually not as relaxed as he had appeared, but at this moment, he was really relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief and said with a laugh, "A military officer, in order to deceive the soldiers to crawl out of the trenches and to charge at the enemy's positions, will often tell these soldiers that the enemy has no more bullets."

"If he told you that you would have to spend the most important ten years of your life in there, or even longer, do you think you would accept his conditions?"

The refugee attacker shook his head. "I wouldn't."

The lawyer continued to increase his output. "You have not betrayed anyone. It was they who deceived you first, so you don't have to guarantee anything at all. You have not let anyone down, nor have you betrayed anyone."

"Now, please tell me, who organized you, who instigated you to attack the workers in the parade!"

A few minutes later, the lawyer, satisfied, rolled the notes with some of the content recorded into the shape of a cigarette, and then put it into a cigarette case.

"I will first arrange for your family and your girlfriend. you will be able to see them again soon."

"Before the trial, we can meet again. At that time, I will bring them along to let you understand our sincerity!"

After the lawyer had finished speaking, he walked to the side of the door, opened it, and said to the police officer outside, "This one is done."

The police officer glanced at him sideways and then frowned. This person's time was a little longer than the others.

He did not show it, but just silently kept it in his heart, and then looked at the refugee attacker. "He didn't do anything bad to you, did he?"

The refugee attacker shook his head and did not speak.

The police officer did not say anything more, but took his handcuffs and had him stand up. "Now we go back."

The lawyer still had to see a few more "suspects." In fact, just one witness was not enough. From the lawyer's own point of view, without concrete evidence, even if there was a little unimportant evidence, it would be impossible to nail Lance's men.

Only by finding a few more witnesses, to form more testimony and a common testimony of the witnesses, would it be useful in court.

For a whole day, he had been soaking in the police station, including his colleagues.

After the day shift at the police station was over, they were also asked to leave the police station.

The group of people returned at nine o'clock. Mr. Walter had them sit down and had also gotten them some wine.

As long as you have money, you can always buy wine. The hotel provides wine service.

Just as many hotels also provide escort services, they do everything, it just depends on whether you can afford the price.

"You've worked hard," Mr. Walter said while beckoning them to sit down, and also signaling for them to relax for a while now.

On the table, besides the wine, there were also some snacks.

"I have had someone prepare a great meal. It will be sent over in a while. First, have a little something to fill your stomachs. The wine is also in unlimited supply."

As he spoke, he looked at the leader of the legal team. The lead lawyer had loosened his tie. To maintain a dignified appearance all day was actually not an easy or comfortable thing.

He picked up his wine glass and took a sip. His whole person seemed to have quickly relaxed. He picked up a slice of bread, rolled some ham, bacon, and vegetables in it, and took a large bite.

After he had eaten the bread in his hand, he lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and then let out the air in his body as if he were sighing.

"We have dealt with five people. They have confessed to a Slad gang leader named Carl. He claims to be Lance's..." the lawyer's expression was a little strange, a little like he was trying to hold back a laugh.

After about two or three seconds, he finally said the word—

"Running dog!"

Mr. Walter nodded. "This Carl is very important."

The lead lawyer nodded. "Yes, but we have a big trouble now."

"Even if they testify against this Carl, it will be very difficult for us to take any actual, effective countermeasures."

"Because Likalai State, from top to bottom, is all Lance's people, or rather, even if some of them are not Senator Cleveland's people, they are not willing to offend them."

"So it is very difficult for us to get close to the truth here. It can be said that it is impossible."

Mr. Walter shook his head. "What if we have a way to have Carl be tried in another state?"

The lead lawyer was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted. This had nothing to do with him. "If we can ensure that he goes to a state that can remain neutral, then we can dig out a lot of valuable secrets from him."

In fact, how many "neutral" states are there?

In a political atmosphere like that of the Federation, the so-called neutral states, the swing states, in the end, it is just that these regions do not have an excessive dependence on the federal government.

They have the ability to resist the federal government!

Otherwise, it would not be their turn to be neutral. They would have chosen their own stance under the federal finances and policies.

The political forces of these states are also relatively independent. They do not depend on Congress and the Presidential Palace, so to transfer Carl to these states can get the result they want.

These people are very formidable. They not only dare to directly confront the demands of Congress, but they also dare to point at the president's nose and curse. Sometimes they will also threaten the federal government.

So they will definitely be very happy to see such an outcome, an outcome that can bring trouble to the federal government!

Mr. Walter nodded. "Very good. You are in charge of the legal problems. Leave the rest to me."

This matter could not be handled right now. It still had to go through a court hearing. In court, these people would testify against the key suspect, Carl, and then the prosecutor's side would arrest Carl and open a case for investigation.

At that time, it would be when he would find a way to transfer Carl to another state, not now.

To start operating now would be too easy to make a mistake.

The hotel chef had already prepared a sumptuous dinner. A waiter knocked on the door from outside. Mr. Walter did not stop him, but had them push the large and small food carts in.

The lawyers were indeed hungry. They did not stand on ceremony with Mr. Walter and went directly to the dining room and sat down, and then began to eat and drink in a not-so-elegant manner.

Mr. Walter, on the other hand, stood by the French window, a smile always on his face.

He did not feel that the current situation was so bad. Although it was indeed quite bad, it was not that there was no way at all.

This was the most interesting part of the struggle between people, to set a trap and to break a trap, to see whose means were more fatal, more brilliant!

Chief Bruce, after these lawyers had left, had given Lance a call and had recorded the names of the people these lawyers had seen in the afternoon, and about how many minutes they had talked.

"My jail cells here are not enough to hold everyone individually, so I have arranged for a police officer to be at the detention center's side to keep an eye on them and not to let them talk or make any small movements."

"The ones who were questioned for the longest time are all being held individually. I think they are the most suspicious."

Lance was not very much in agreement with his point of view. "It's also possible that they did it on purpose. I'll have Carl go and pick out the traitors. you cooperate a little."

Chief Bruce agreed.

Then Lance had Carl come to his own office. He had Carl sit down.

In fact, the current Carl, it was already very difficult for people to tell at a glance that he was a Slad, let alone to find that he was a refugee.

Exquisite clothes, and the strong self-confidence brought by wealth and power on his body. Besides the fact that his skin was a little darker, he was actually not much different from a person of the Federation.

"Our opponents have already been to the police station to see the people you have chosen. They have used a whole day's time. I believe you cannot guarantee that every one of them is firmly on our side."

Carl nodded. "What should I do, Mr. Lance?"

"Kill them?"

Lance shook his head. "If you kill everyone, on the contrary, it will make some people, because of fear, stand on our opposite side."

"What you need is to find out the people who have betrayed us, and to use their lives as a means of warning others, to tell people to watch their mouths."

Carl nodded. "I see."

Lance did not ask him what he planned to do. This could also be considered a manifestation of ability.

Half an hour later, Carl appeared in the police branch office. Chief Bruce received him at the entrance.

The fact that Carl could work for Lance, and had done such a big thing, showed that Carl had already caught Lance's eye. In the future, he might also become a popular person by Lance's side.

He had a special place that other cadres did not have, and that was that he was a Slad.

Because of the war, a large number of Slad people and people from the surrounding countries had poured into the Federation. Slad, as a country that had been severely damaged in the early stage of the war, and had the largest number of fleeing population, this group had exploded in number in the Federation.

As long as Carl could obtain a certain status, an achievement, he would definitely be able to recruit more Slad people to follow him. This was his advantage.

Sometimes Chief Bruce also quite envied these ethnic minorities. As long as they were bold enough, rational enough, and had a little brain, it was very easy to succeed in the Federation.

Too many people wanted to use them!

Whether it was to sell out their own people, or to unite the people around them and use these people, were both good choices.

Soon Carl had gotten a list, and in the first room, he had seen the one who had taken the longest.

Seeing Carl come in, the person sitting in the chair was clearly stunned for a moment. The astonishment in his eyes was very obvious, but soon he showed a smile. "Why are you here?"

Carl had been observing him. He did not smile, nor did he show any expression, but just sat opposite him.

He stared at this guy and asked in a not-so-serious, but on the contrary, a somewhat indifferent tone, "Why did you betray me?"

The person sitting opposite him was stunned for a moment. "How is that possible?"

"This must be their conspiracy!"

"Carl, you have to believe me. I didn't betray you!"

Carl was still so calm, not at all as excited as this guy opposite him. "But they said that you are going to be a witness and testify against me..."