Chapter 227: Important codes should be used in troubled times
A court in California.
A black robber with a dissolute behavior and a relaxed face is waiting for the final verdict.
The judge presiding over the trial was an older judge, about fifty years old, and a black man. He had met with prisoners wearing orange shirts several times.
Yes, the black robber in front of me is a habitual criminal. His name is Philip. He was sent to a juvenile detention center for theft at the age of fifteen and served half a year. At the age of eighteen, he was caught for robbery and was sentenced to three years in prison. On the third day after he was released from prison at the age of eleven, he was sentenced for home invasion and rape.
Unfortunately, every time Philip committed a crime, he would be sent to prison by the judge in front of him.
It's just that he may have to stay there for many years this time.
Because in addition to burglarizing the house, Philip also knocked out the female house owner with a stick. This guy didn't do it lightly and directly broke the back of her head.
Afterwards, Philip not only did not flee the scene, but returned to his old business and forcibly had sex with the unconscious female house owner, causing the other party to lose the best time to rescue her.
But Philip, who accidentally killed the female housekeeper, was not worried at all.
As an idle person with no professional skills, I wish I could be sentenced to a few more years and have food and housing in prison, unlike outside where I have to pay for everything.
Although there was a lot of free food, Philip didn't like those relief items at all. Most of them were terrible to eat, and the few that were delicious were not available every day.
You still have to queue up and fight with others, if you slow down you won’t even get it.
This is not the life he wants.
As for whether the food in the prison cafeteria tastes good or not, there is no need to worry at all.
Because the people who live there have no choice and no room for choice, they will naturally have no worries...
"Philip, after the jury unanimously ruled that you are guilty of burglary and first-degree murder, you are sentenced to...the death penalty according to law! Probation for thirty days!"
As the judge's heavy hammer fell, Phillip, who looked relaxed, suddenly shook his body, and sweat poured out from his face.
What's going on?
It was obviously manslaughter, why did it become first-degree murder?
And even if it's murder, it's still a life sentence! During the years he served in prison, he met many inmates who were sentenced to life. How come it was his turn to be sentenced to death?
Is it because of discrimination?
Phillip looked at his own skin color, and then looked up at the judge's skin color. They were all black. If the eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother, there is no discrimination.
If it’s not discrimination, then why?
Philip, who couldn't figure it out, grabbed the iron fence in front of him and shouted hysterically: "I protest, I demand a retrial..."
"The protest is ineffective."
"No, I want to protest! It was manslaughter, not murder..."
"Take him down."
The judge was full of dignity and looked upright.
Philip, who kept shouting, was quickly taken out of the court by the tall and muscular court police.
Sitting in the prison car leading to the prison, Philip felt like he was mourning for his heir.
He thought he only had thirty days left to live.
But when he arrived at the prison, Phillip realized something was wrong. There were many death row inmates in the prison who should have been sentenced to life, decades, or centuries.
The prison guards locked them in a place, and they would be taken away if they filled a carload.
The moment he was rushed into the prison car as piggies, Philip saw a bright smile on the prison guard's face, as if he could get stacks of colorful banknotes by selling them 'piglets'.
"What crime did you commit? Why were you sentenced to death?"
Realizing that something was wrong, Philip sat down and punched the fat white death row prisoner with his hand.
"I didn't commit a crime, I didn't kill anyone..."
The white prisoner was very excited and shouted loudly: "They wronged me. Emily had sex with me voluntarily. She is my girlfriend. I was just bigger and accidentally crushed her to death. I, I...really didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."
A fat man of over two hundred pounds was crying like a child at this moment.
"Hey, man, don't get excited. I committed manslaughter too, so I was sentenced to death!"
"I'm different. I set a fire to retaliate against my ex-wife. As a result, the fire spread and accidentally burned the man next door to death. Then I was convicted of first-degree murder. But it doesn't matter. My ex-wife and her adulterer are both dead. My life is worth it." ”
"..."
Phillip's inquiry caused twenty prisoners in a car to start chatting one after another.
They would not have been sentenced to death originally, but at most they would have been sentenced to life in prison, or their sentences would have been stacked up to dozens or even hundreds of years. The number of people sentenced to death has increased, which will inevitably attract the attention of interested people.
However, no matter how much they investigated, they could not find out the truth. Some people who found out something through connections either disappeared mysteriously or received severe warnings and did not dare to continue the investigation.
This matter involves a wide range of people, and no matter how powerful the organization is, they dare not delve into this matter, because the funds for their activities may come from one of them.
Even private prisons whose profits have been harmed can only watch as prisoners who should have been sent to their prisons to serve as cheap labor are sent to New York in batches.
……
At the same time, at Ares' home.
John Wick carefully helped his wife Helen into the room, turned to look at Cheng Long, and begged: "Mr. Long, Helen will be left to you."
"Go and wait outside." Cheng Long waved his hand.
After John Wick walked out of the bedroom, he came to Helen, took out the blood-thirsty beads, grabbed a ball of blood in front of her, and poured it into Helen's body.
Helen, who was weak and pale just now, suddenly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her breath gradually became longer.
The cancer cells in her body were wiped out by the essence and blood energy in less than twenty seconds. The remaining essence and blood energy, under the control of Cheng Long, turned into a warm current and poured into a corner of Helen's body. .
In an instant, a strong feeling of relief made Helen moan uncontrollably.
"..."
John Wick, who was guarding the door, changed his face when he heard this. Just as he was about to push the door open and rush in, his shoulder was held down by a white jade hand, making him unable to move.
"Don't move. If you rush in now, you will disturb the dragon. He doesn't like to be disturbed."
Ares warned coldly.
Having acquired the physique of a super soldier, she has already regarded Cheng Long as a god in her heart and cannot tolerate interference from outsiders. Let alone Cheng Long's serious treatment of diseases and saving people, even if he is not, she will not hesitate to stop Wick.
"Wick, when Mr. Long treats people, the noises made by the patients can easily cause misunderstandings. This is normal. Don't think too much about it." Winston, who personally led people to send Helen here, persuaded him.
He has a good relationship with an old man in the Locke family and knows a lot of inside information.
Many people will make sounds involuntarily when they are in a coma, not to mention people like Helen who receive treatment directly.
After some persuasion, John Wick's mood eased a lot, but when he heard his wife making um and ah sounds in front of other men, he always felt like his head was green.
……
In the building opposite the apartment building.
GI special forces commander Duke, Miss Zhen and others noticed the sick Helen through astronomical telescopes. Cheng Long injected a blood-red mist into her face, and her complexion began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each and every one of them spoke in surprise. Can't even tell.
Master Cheng Longyi was bold and treated diseases and saved people without any hesitation, just to let them and other forces see the powerful effect of blood-thirsty beads.
Its purpose is self-evident.
Let people use their imagination to snatch the blood-thirsty beads.
In this way, he can kill a lot and collect more practice materials...
"The red bead in Mr. Long's hand is so weird. If you look at it from a distance through an astronomical telescope, you will feel a sense of palpitations. You can even vaguely see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."
Sadako patted her plump breasts and took the initiative to give up her position, not daring to look further.
Miss Zhen on the side had the same feeling and sighed: "If nothing unexpected happens, the red mist stored in this bead is refined by plundering the blood of death row prisoners. It is a powerful life energy. If our scientists can By obtaining some red mist, you might be able to develop a method of refining it and obtain the same substance from animal blood, thereby making products that can extend your life and strengthen your body.”
The stumbling block asked: "Do you want to report it?"
The Duke touched his chin and nodded: "Of course, there are more than just our forces in the building, there are also several groups of people. If we don't report, others will."
"It seems that soon some people will lose their patience."
The roadblock shrugged, his tone laced with unprecedented worry.
Cheng Long treated Helen so openly and openly, and made it clear that he would ask them to report the news, which aroused some people's twisted thoughts.
This is not a good sign.
(End of chapter)