Chapter 941 Cat’s Revenge 32
Xining was very surprised: "You haven't slept yet?"
Death: "I am God, I don't need to sleep."
Porridge: "Meow, meow, meow~"... I don't need to sleep even if I die.
Xining rolled his eyes: "But this will waste your energy. You are willing to stay up late, don't ask me for it."
After asking her what happened while she was sleeping, Senneko Zamyoumi saved her.
The answer is that he was saved, but it was a little late. The coast patrol didn't know what was going on. After receiving the report, they boarded the boat. The navigation system was broken because they didn't know what was going on!
Xining looked at Porridge, and Porridge immediately said "meow" to indicate that it was not him.
Well, if you do too many unjust things, you will die. If you do too many bad things, you will be unlucky.
The patrol boat circled around on the sea, and when it finally found the right direction and arrived, G was about to drag F, who was still breathing, onto the deck and throw him into the sea. He was caught on the spot.
Xining played back the video to when G was caught. F's miserable look made her eyebrows and eyes wrinkle together. It was so ugly and disgusting. Is this still a human being?
Now F was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, while G was sent directly to the police station.
After G requested a phone call, he remained silent. No matter what the policeman who took the confession asked, he just wouldn't say anything.
The policeman became anxious and slammed the table with a hint of threat, warning him to cooperate with the investigation. As a result, the lawyer came!
Now I know that G is the fourth son of the famous G consortium. But the situation was special. The person was still being rescued in the hospital. The injuries were so ugly that he was not allowed to be released on bail. But G said it was self-defense and a coincidence. All the injuries were caused by tools brought by F, which he brought onto his boat with evil intentions.
After negotiation, G's father paid a sky-high bail fee and promised not to disappear, leave the country, or leave the sight of the police before the trial.
Isn't it just money? G Consortium has plenty of money.
After Xining learned about the process, F's injury had stabilized. It looked terrible, but in fact, his internal organs were not injured, so he couldn't die. And G probably wanted to see him struggle and drown in the sea for the last time, so he didn't give him the final blow.
So cruel! The corners of Xi Ning's mouth curled up. Evil people need evil people to grind them down. It seems that it is right to let scum deal with scum. Looking at Porridge's happy face, his big eyes narrowed into two inverted moons.
Death stretched, stood up, and went to another room.
Xining shouted: "Hey, you won't work today?"
The God of Death yawned involuntarily: "I haven't had a job for hundreds of years."
"Come on!" Xining mocked: "Who doesn't know that you take private jobs? You are also a god of death from another sect."
The God of Death explained very calmly: "It belongs to labor dispatch. If I don't work, people will not die, and there will be chaos."
Okay, forgive her for being short-sighted, but she didn’t know that the gods have been communicating with each other for a long time and dispatching labor.
F woke up. He was lying on the hospital bed and almost vomited blood when the lawyer sent by the police gave him an answer. In those groups, G has disappeared. G has always kept a low profile and has never revealed his true identity. Even if someone in the group knows G, they only say that they often see him giving rewards, and even if the rewards are frequent, they are only small things, a little more expensive than ordinary people.
The police went to check those two cars. The place where he got into the car was in a blind spot and there was no surveillance. Even if the corresponding car was found based on the time he got in the car, and the license plate was used to check, nothing was found, and the car was nowhere to be found.
The official will file a public prosecution, but the police also remind him that the G Consortium is very wealthy and will hire a very powerful team of lawyers. Those small lawyers chosen by the government who are free of charge for public welfare are simply unable to fight back. Instead, they might sue him for breaking into his personal yacht and bringing a large bag of tools with him with evil intentions.
The court summons has been sent and the trial will begin in about ten days. Why was the trial so anxious? It was because F, who had not recovered from his injuries, appeared in the courtroom to gain sympathy from the jury and win more support.
After the lawyer left, he lay on the hospital bed, so angry that his heart and liver ached.
G had a premeditated plan to kill him. Even if he was caught, he would have an excuse. The jury is randomly selected from all walks of life. As long as more than half of the jury feels that G is not guilty, G can go free.
All the teeth in his mouth are now knocked out or pulled out, and a section of the tip of his tongue has been cut off, making his voice slurred when he speaks. And his face was even more horrifying. One of his eyeballs was gouged out, and the bridge of his nose was broken. G also used a sharp razor to scratch his face in random directions.
He didn't even have the guts to look at his face at this time.
But those tools all belonged to him, and his vague fingerprints were all on them, and not a single G's fingerprint was found.
Except for the testimony of eight people from the coast patrol, which proves that he was on the boat at the time and was dragged to the deck by G covered in blood and wrapped in plastic wrap, nothing else can be proved.
Just now, the lawyer even reminded him to be prepared for the worst. G's lawyer would find all kinds of evidence to prove that he was a person with serious personality problems and that the injuries on his body were actually caused by him. G only found him after sailing the boat. On the ship, they dragged him up from the cabin, but he was discovered by the patrol.
What is this? Can he hurt himself like this?
But such an impossible thing can be made reasonable by a brilliant barrister who speaks lotus and confuses right and wrong.
He hates it so much, hates it so much! Why do you believe in G so much, and the result is that he is not a human being, and a ghost is not a ghost.
Are these really retributions? Is it retribution for those cruel things he did?
"Yes, it's retribution!" A voice sounded.
"Who?" F turned his remaining eye quickly to see who was speaking in the empty ward.
From behind the curtain, a young girl wearing all black gothic clothing came out, whom she had seen before.
F looked at her in horror, seeing her look was no less than seeing a ghost.
Xining walked to the chair next to the hospital bed and sat down. This chair had just been occupied by the lawyer: "Why are you afraid of me? I will bring you hope and peace."
"What do you want to do?" F asked with difficulty in a vague voice, his fingers trying to press a small switch next to it, which was the alarm bell leading to the nurse's desk. He knew that this seemingly innocent girl was not an ordinary "person".
"I want you to get money!" Xining said seriously: "If you lose the lawsuit, all the medical expenses will be recorded in your account. According to your future situation, the only choice is to declare bankruptcy and rely on social assistance. Jin spent the rest of his life without money, without a house, sleeping on the street, and finally died on the street, in a corner, under a bridge, or in the subway... If you move your fingers and call people over, this is how you will live in the future."< br>
(End of chapter)