Chapter 853: Respective rounds

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

He had seen many people, all kinds of people, and he knew how to find their flaws from the outside they showed.

After about ten seconds, he asked, "How old are you this year?"

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

"Twenty-eight, a very good age!"

"Are you married?"

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

"Do you intend to get married?"

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

He actually… already had a girl he liked; this girl was also in the federation, and they were even living together now.

They had never wanted children; for him, having children after holding a wedding was considered truly married, but he had never had this intention.

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

He couldn't provide the girl with a stable life; he couldn't let her get married to him in a simple tent on the side of the road and give birth to a child.

She might die.

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

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

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

The lawyer noticed the change in his expression but didn't continue to force him, which might have the opposite effect.

"Actually, not intending to get married is a very good choice because you can't, and you won't have the opportunity to get married in a short time."

"I noticed that there were less than forty of you arrested; do you know what this means?"

He looked at the refugee attacker, and the latter shook his head; only then did he continue, "This means that the thirty-something of you have to bear the consequences of eleven deaths and hundreds of injuries."

"Legal responsibility, moral responsibility, society and federal people will all spit on you, be hostile to you; you have to bear all the evil consequences!"

"This means you are very likely to start at ten years."

"And the nature of this case is very bad, and the target of the attack is the group with the largest scale and greatest influence in the federal social group."

"The working class."

"You might not be so familiar with this word; 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 give you a heavy sentence to appease their emotions."

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

"Otherwise, I think ten years starting is the biggest possibility."

"You are also likely to be restricted from sentence reduction; you might need to stay in prison for eight years, nine years, or even stay for ten years before you can come out."

"Ten years later, how old are you?"

He looked at the refugee attacker who didn't speak and helped him answer, "At that time, you are thirty-eight."

"Thirty-eight, been to jail, and it looks like you don't have any special survival skills; will there be a girl waiting for you ten years later and then marrying a person without money?"

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

"Because you will be deported, and in the process of these ten years, she is very likely to become a federal person."

"And it is possible that she has already married a federal person, formed a family with him, and given birth to children."

Watching the refugee attacker's fists clench, the lawyer continued to smile, "You know, many girls, in order to stay, they are willing to do anything."

"Some married homeless people, some married people old enough to be their grandfathers, some even married several brothers in one family."

"It is possible that when she is pressed under a fat man who is much older than her, whose belly is full of acne, and whose whole body exudes a foul smell, she will remember that relationship."

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

"Your second half of life will live in hardship because of the negative impact of losing these best ten years."

"Your life, from the moment you made the decision to serve your sentence, is going downhill; the end of the road is hell, is the abyss."

"And the purpose of you doing this is just for maybe a little money, a promise, or other promises that cannot substantially recover your losses!"

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, 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 give birth to are federal people, born closer to the finish line than others."

"The most critical point!"

The lawyer's fingers tapped on the table, "I will let the Labor Alliance sign a letter of understanding with some family members, and state your role in this matter to the court; you are very likely not to be sentenced."

"Look!"

"On one side is a long prison term and a miserable life, as well as changes and transitions that none of us know."

"On the other side is a happy life for you and your family, and you don't need to bear any negative consequences; people will also praise your noble character of bravely standing up and telling the truth!"

The refugee attacker fell into a struggle; Carl promised to give him a large sum of money, give his family a good job, a good job that could let his whole family live well, and even let his girlfriend have a decent job.

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

The lawyer added another fire, "You know that you are not the only attacker arrested this time; you can't guarantee that everyone won't 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 won't meet again; naturally, the conditions I offered you will also become meaningless."

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

"Before this cigarette of mine is finished!"

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

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

The lawyer didn't actually look as relaxed as he appeared, but at this moment, he was really relaxed; he let out a sigh of relief and smiled: "In order to deceive those soldiers into crawling out of the trenches and rushing to the enemy's position, the officer often tells these soldiers that the enemy has no bullets."

"If he tells you that you have to spend the ten most important years of your life inside, or even longer, do you think you will accept his conditions?"

The refugee attacker shook his head, "No."

The lawyer continued to increase the output, "You didn't betray anyone; it was them who deceived you first, so you don't need to guarantee anything at all; you didn't let anyone down, nor did you betray anyone."

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

A few minutes later, the lawyer satisfiedly rolled the notebook that recorded some content into the shape of a cigarette and then put it into the cigarette case.

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

"Before the trial, we can meet again; by then I will bring them together to let you understand our sincerity!"

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

The police officer squinted at him and then frowned; this person's time was longer than everyone else's.

He didn't show it, just silently remembered 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 didn't speak.

The police officer didn't say much either, carrying his handcuffs and letting him stand up, "Now we go back."

The lawyer still had to see a few more "suspects"; actually, one witness was not enough. From the lawyer's own perspective, if there was no definitive evidence, even if there was some unimportant evidence, they couldn't nail Lanse's people.

Only by finding a few more witnesses and forming more testimonies and joint testimonies of witnesses would it be useful in court.

All day, he soaked in the police station, including his colleagues.

After the police station's day shift ended, they were also required to leave the police station.

The group returned at nine o'clock; Mr. Walter let them sit down and got some wine for them.

As long as there was money, one could always buy wine; the hotel provided wine service.

Just like many hotels also provided call services; they did everything, just seeing if you could afford the price.

"You've worked hard.", Mr. Walter greeted them to sit down while signaling that they could relax for a while now.

Besides wine, there were some snacks on the table.

"I had people prepare a big meal; it will be delivered in a while; eat something to pad your stomachs first; wine is also supplied without limit."

He said this while looking at the leader of the lawyer team; the lead lawyer tore off his tie; maintaining demeanor all day was actually not an easy and comfortable thing.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip; the whole person seemed to relax quickly; he picked up a slice of bread, rolled some ham, bacon, and vegetables, and took a big bite.

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

"Got five people; they confessed to a Slader gang leader named Carl; he claims to be Lanse's…", the lawyer's expression was a bit strange, a bit like he was holding back laughter.

He took about two or three seconds before saying that word—

"Running dog!"

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

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

"Even if they testify against this Carl, it's very difficult for us to make any practical, effective response measures."

"Because Liklai State is Lanse's people from top to bottom, or rather, even if some people are not Senator Cleveland's people, they are unwilling to offend them."

"So we want to approach the truth here, which is very difficult; it can be said we can't do it."

Mr. Walter shook his head, "What if we have a way to let Carl stand trial in another state?"

The lead lawyer was a bit surprised, but soon he reacted; this had nothing to do with him, "If we can ensure he goes to a state that can maintain neutrality, then we can dig out many valuable secrets from him."

Actually, how could there be so many "neutral" states?

Under such a political atmosphere in the federation, the so-called neutral states, swing states, in the final analysis, meant that this region had not formed excessive dependence on the federal government.

They possessed the ability to resist the federal government!

Otherwise, it wouldn't be their turn to be neutral; they would have already determined their position under federal finance and policy.

The political forces in these states were also relatively independent; they didn't rely on Congress and the Presidential Palace, so transferring Carl to these states could obtain the results they wanted.

These people were very powerful; they not only dared to resist Congress's requirements head-on, but also dared to point at the president's nose and scold, and sometimes they would threaten the federal government.

So they would definitely be very happy to see such an ending, an ending that could bring trouble to the federal government!

Mr. Walter nodded, "Very good, you are responsible for legal issues; leave the rest to me."

This matter was not something that could be handled now; it still needed to go through a trial, where these people would testify against the key suspect Carl in court, and then the prosecutor would arrest Carl for filing and investigation.

This was the time when he would find a way to transfer Carl to another state, not now.

Starting to operate now would be too easy to make mistakes.

The hotel cook had already prepared a sumptuous dinner; the waiter knocked on the door outside; Mr. Walter did not stop them and let them push the large and small dining carts in.

The lawyers were indeed hungry; they didn't stand on ceremony with Mr. Walter, went directly to the restaurant to sit down, and then began to eat and drink in a not-so-elegant way.

Mr. Walter stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a smile always hanging on his face.

He didn't feel that the current situation was very bad, although it was indeed quite bad, but it wasn't that there was no way at all.

This was the most interesting part of the struggle between people: setting up a trap and breaking the trap, seeing whose means were more fatal and more exciting!

After these lawyers left, Chief Bulu called Lanse and recorded who these lawyers had met in the afternoon and about how many minutes they talked.

"The cells here are not enough to detain everyone independently, so I arranged for police officers to watch them at the detention room, not allowing them to talk or make small movements."

"Those who were questioned for the longest time were detained separately; I think they are the most suspicious."

Lanse didn't quite agree with his point of view, "It's also possible they were intentional; I'll let Carl pick out the traitors for this matter; you cooperate."

Chief Bulu agreed.

Soon after, Lanse found Carl in his office and let Carl sit down.

Actually, it was now very difficult for people to discover at a glance that Carl was a Slader person, and even harder to discover that he was a refugee.

Exquisite clothes, strong self-confidence brought by wealth and power; except for his skin being slightly darker, he actually didn't have much difference from federal people.

"Our opponents have already been to the police station to see those you picked; they spent a whole day, and I believe you can't guarantee that everyone stands firmly on our side."

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

"Kill them?"

Lanse shook his head, "If you killed everyone, it would instead make some people stand on the opposite side of us because of fear."

"What you need is to find out those who betrayed us, use their lives as a means to warn others, and tell people to manage their own mouths."

Carl nodded, "I know."

Lanse didn't ask him how he intended to do it; this could also be considered a manifestation of ability.

Half an hour later, Carl appeared in the police branch, and Chief Bulu received him at the door.

Carl could work for Lanse and did such a big thing, which meant Carl had already entered Lanse's eyes, and maybe he would become a big red man beside Lanse in the future.

He had a special place that other cadres didn't have, and that was that he was a Slader person.

Because of the war, a large number of Slader people and people from surrounding countries poured into the federation; as a country that suffered heavy damage in the early stages of the war and had the most fleeing population, this group increased explosively in the federation.

As long as Carl could obtain a certain status and achievement, he would definitely be able to recruit more Slader people to follow him; this was his advantage.

Sometimes Chief Bulu also envied these ethnic minorities; as long as they were bold enough, rational and calm 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 betraying their own people or uniting the surrounding people to use these people, it was a good choice.

Soon Carl got a list and met the one who spent the longest time in the first room.

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

Carl had been observing him; he didn't smile, nor did he show any expression, just sitting opposite him.

Staring at this guy, he asked in a tone that wasn't very serious, but rather indifferent, "Why did you betray me?"

The person sitting opposite him was stunned, "How is it possible?"

"This must be their conspiracy!"

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

Carl was still that calm, not at all as excited as the guy opposite him, "But they said, you want to turn into a witness to testify against me…"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 854 =====