Chicago 1990

This kind of iron cage is generally used by the police to temporarily hold suspects pending for processing or micro-criminals in ultra-short-term custody. There are still some handcuffs on the benches in the aisle outside, most of them are drunks, waiting for family members to pick up or sober up Release, so there is an unpleasant sour smell mixed with wine and vomit, sweat, and musty in the air.

Song Ya held his breath for a while, and finally had no choice but to adapt. In fact, he had been here once, when Tony carried out the illegal gun case for Little Lori, many years ago, the current Nancheng Police Station should be renovated. He remembered that these drunks were all huddling around the wall of the hall, together with the waiting area where they came to work and lead people.

　　 It took a few minutes to look at the environment inside and outside the iron cage. The Nancheng Police Station is very large, and it is full of male prisoners. I heard that in some police stations, the cages for female prisoners are even next to each other, and they are not divided at all.

　　 There is a quartz wall clock on the outside wall. I didn't expect it was almost twelve o'clock. I thought it was too early. Maybe it was because I was too focused on watching the confrontation between my lawyer and the special prosecutor.

　　 This is good news. After the bail court on the court side goes to work in the afternoon, you can leave this ghost place by yourself. It only takes about two hours to endure.

　　 "Hey! Look at my APLUS, are you deaf?"

　　 "I like your clothes APLUS, give it to me!"

　　 "This kid is rich, especially rich...Hey! APLUS, help me! I can be your Mariah Carey!"

　　 "You smell so good!"

　　 The ‘prison buddies’ kept talking strange things behind their backs, some of them were indescribable, and finally they sang their own songs collectively. Something like ‘You\’rewaytoobeautifulgirl’ is extremely cheap.

　　 The Hell Bobcat that Kenneth asked him to bring, oh no, several black members of the gang who had changed their name to Carter pushed, frightened, and squeezed them before they gradually fell silent.

Song Ya looked back, and the other prisoners probably realized that Kenneth and the others were here to'take care of' themselves. After all, they were petty criminals. Most of them were honest. They gathered on the other side of the iron cage and peeked at Kenneth with fearful eyes. They and themselves, only the white tramp who wanted to grab a mink coat before, may not be in a normal mood, still yelling and shouting.

　　 This kind of gangster has nothing to do with him, so they have to drive him to the corner.

　　 "How did you get in?"

　　 "Fight."

"with who?"

　　 "He, hahaha! How about you?"

　　 "I broke a car glass across the street."

　　 "Which street?"

　　 "The one behind the police station, in front of the three uniformed police officers! Hahaha!"

The little brothers Kenneth brought in should be new ones that have grown up. They have never seen them. They are very satisfied with the effect of the gang dominating this place, and they started to show off to each other how they deliberately committed misdemeanors in the morning to get their wish. Came in and triumphed about their'intelligence'.

　　 Wait, what's the matter with my superior mentality? The so-called elite consciousness in Samuel? They were deliberately looking for something to get into the situation, but they were really forced to come to the case...Who can look down on who?

　　 was thinking wildly, "Are you okay?" Kenneth came over and stayed in the iron cage, looked elsewhere, and cared quietly.

　　 "It doesn't feel good."

Song Ya smiled bitterly, "Thanks, Boss Kenneth." There were few people inside who kept him from entering, so Old Mike greeted Kenneth in advance, and the former Hell Bobcat was in Little Binnesina. After the incident, Roja was closely'care' by the FBI and Chicago police. Kenneth returned to power and could only change his name in a low-key manner and barely maintain a small site around the nightclub opposite Lao Qiao Music.

　　 There are too many newcomers in Carter's gang now, and besides Kenneth, I don't dare to trust the faces of his underlings, so I can only trouble him to run.

　　 Kenneth waved his hand. He knew very well that he didn't deserve to be called the boss by APLUS now. In fact, he was a little gloat for this kid. He flew so high and ended up being locked in like us? "Your life is complete, Nger." He quipped.

"Ha ha……"

　　 Song Ya reluctantly laughed, and after speaking, he can brag about the "qualifications" in jail in the song like 2PAC and others...

　　 呸 呸! Since what 2PAC! Really bad luck! He shook his head.

　　 "Is there something to order?"

　　 At twelve o'clock exactly, the police officer opened the iron door and came in to ‘put the meal’, and took the two disposable lunch boxes through the iron railing and passed them to Song Ya.

　　 "Hey! Why didn't I have it!?" The idle prisoners who had just disappeared pointed to the lunch box and loudly protested, "We demand the same treatment!"

　　 "So you are also billionaires?"

　　 The police officer stunned them in silence, "Hurry up! Out of date!" He took out a small notepad and pen.

It’s much more expensive to order. "Hamburger set meal, coffee, thank you." Only Kenneth ordered it for him and his little brothers. Most of them didn’t say anything, and looked at Song Ya's hand eagerly. Lunch box.

　　 Song Ya sniffed again and opened the scented lunch box, which contained neatly arranged rice-style sushi rolls, and the other box contained juice and some seasonings.

　　 "I'm not hungry, please divide it up."

　　 I was in a bad mood just now and didn't think of a treat. Now that the police officer has left, he handed the lunch box to Kenneth's little brother.

　　A few people are not welcome, they quickly took it to the bench to share, and gobbled it up in a few seconds without using any mustard.

　　 Others only drool with envy.

　　 The police station can’t leave the prisoners hungry. Those who don’t order have free rice pudding. They say it’s rice pudding. In fact, it’s just a big chunk of half-dried rice, which doesn’t taste very good.

　　 I ate very full in the morning, but Song Ya didn’t know how he really felt a little hungry, especially after the burger set meal ordered by Kenneth was delivered, the aroma was more attractive than sushi.

　　 "Come on?" Kenneth handed over a hamburger.

　　 "No more."

　　 Song Ya touched her stomach, but declined, not wanting to take any risks.

　　 At noon, police officers sent people one after another and took them away. Song Ya was standing by the iron cage and staring at the second hand on the wall clock, living like years.

Later, he thought of a way to pass the time to study the latest Apocalypse song in his mind: Can\'tHoldUs. This song was originally sung by the white rapper who sang a second-hand store. Six years later, the Apocalypse reached his number one. Two songs.

Although the lyrics are very inspirational and very suitable for his situation, the original singer seems to be in conflict with the big record company. "Sometimes dreams will end in the dark. If you want to succeed, you must work hard, because only in this way can you prove courage. exist. He sang at the end.

　　 But... what do you mean? End? Mark the beginning to the end?

　　 The same person, from the second-hand store to Can\'tHoldUs...

　　 Song Ya couldn't stop thinking about it, feeling a little bad.

　　 Maybe using a pseudonym to engage in underground distribution will help win public support? But when I thought that it might be discovered by Sony and cause copyright disputes, I dismissed this idea. After all, there was only more than a month left in the release agreement.

　　Unknowingly, his feet were a little sour and he was impatient, but he was motionless like a mountain, and he hasn't moved a place since he entered.

　　 "APLUS."

　　 At half past one, finally, the two police officers who had sent themselves in came, and Song Ya was relieved and secretly vowed that he would never come to this place for the second time, never!

There was no torture during the whole process. The two police officers sent him into the transfer minibus of the court. There were no other prisoners in it. The investment in the law enforcement agency in Chicago was effective. He once again saw the old Mike who was greeting him from afar. Goodman and Sloan could not help but stubbornly throat.

　　 raised his chin to them and got into the minibus. Old Mike should be able to drive along. He drove around the nearby court without surprises and dangers, and he drove on the road for about ten minutes.

　　 The bail court is not necessarily open, but you can’t run the risk of being arbitrarily ordered by the judge to go out.

　　Click

After staying in the small waiting room for nearly an hour, Song Ya walked in another court passage that he had never experienced in the field. Only the sound of police officers and bailiffs stepping on the floor was heard, "Here." A bailiff opened the wooden door, which turned out to be the door for the defendant to enter and exit, and Sughnet was taken into custody in court through this in the news.

Entering is the bail court, there is an auditorium, but there is no one, the judge is high above, a recorder, each door is guarded by bailiffs, and their dream lawyers have a full seat, and their lawyers hold them. The various documents and materials that had been prepared were "punished" behind them.

　　 On the other side were the prosecutor trio, and Childs, and Childs was also standing, as if preparing to make the main speech.

　　 "Good afternoon, APLUS."

　　 The judge is a black woman, and she greeted her when she saw herself come in.

　　 "Hello, Your Honor."

　　 My heart is a little more settled, but not necessarily. Black elites sometimes...

"sit down."

"Ok."

　　 Forget it, don't think about bad things, the boss scared yourself, Song Ya walked between Cochrane and Diane Lockhard, and took a seat for him.

"Your Honor, I just remind you that Alexander Song, also known as APLUS, is a suspect who illegally traded prohibited technologies with foreign companies. He is at risk of absconding. The prosecutor asked him not to be released on bail." Chalz came up. Just play hard.

"Your Honor."

　　 On my own side, cross-crossing expert Will Gardner is in charge of the court defense. There have been rumors that the title partner of the top Chicago law firm has an excellent relationship with the local judge and often plays basketball in a club.

　　 But this bail judge is a black woman, he wouldn't play basketball with a black girl, right?

　　 Song Ya muttered again in his heart.

　　 "I don't think we need to introduce more, what kind of public figure our agent is? He is actively involved in local charity in Chicago..."

　　 Will Gardner listed a lot of his own good deeds, "There is also equal rights, feminist cause..."

Given that the judge is a black woman, Wil Gardner asked his assistant to take out materials such as the affirmative organization that he funded Michelle and the Claire Feminist Organization, and submit it along with other proofs of good deeds, "He is innocent, we think he Being persecuted by the prosecutor..."

　　 "Will, this is the bail court. We only need to pay attention to whether he has the intention to abandon the bail and whether it will cause harm to the society during the bail period."

　　 The judge looked at Song Ya directly, "APLUS, can you promise me?"

　　 "Of course, uh... of course, Your Honor."

Song Yagong stood up and replied: "Before I wore second-hand clothes and went to New York, I lived here in a very bad neighborhood in South City, but I have never participated in any criminal activities, no criminal record, no criminal record, you know this. It’s not easy to do."

"He is suspected of being involved in a large number of hip-hop shootings! The nightclub shooting in Harlem, New York, the radio shooting in Compton, I can list a lot, he is still carrying multiple charges, including rape, waiting for us to tear down With his hypocritical mask, you will know that this is a hidden gang leader and one of the most dangerous figures in the United States!"

　　 Childs interrupted loudly, pointing at himself: "Let him go out may mean more lives are gone!"

　　 "Shit!"

　　 Will Gardner scolded him in court, "Can the prosecutor openly use unconvicted charges and urban legends as evidence in court to slander?"

　　 "Pay attention to your words, Will."

　　 The judge warned him, "My court does not allow swear words."

"Your Honor." Diane submitted some new documents. "This is a work contract signed by my client and other companies, including the gospel symphony rehearsal with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra next month, which will be broadcast live on the New Year's concert. , Dedicated to the audience of all meters."

"BabaYetu?" The judge can't understand the Swahili of the chorus, but there is an English translation of the Lord’s Prayer below, and there are phonetic symbols for folios for the choir, "You know Swahili , Also familiar with the Bible?" she asked.

　　 "I don't understand, but this is the native language of the president of my record company. She taught me a little bit. The Bible, of course, is familiar."

　　 Song Ya answered.

　　 "Which one do you like?"

"what?"

　　 "Which of the two do you like?"

　　 "Uh, I like the new and the old..."

　　 "So I called the people and the disciples, and told them, if anyone wants to follow me, he should deny himself..." The judge came on the spot for a while, and then looked at Song Ya.

　　 This is an incision between believers~www.wuxiaspot.com~Uh, uh..." Song Ya racked his brains and recalled wildly, "Pick up his cross? "

　　 "Come and follow me."

"what?"

　　 "Take up his cross and follow me. Gospel of Mark." The judge added.

　　 "Oh, yes, yes, sorry, Your Honor." Song Ya wiped the sweat.

　　 "It's pretty good." The judge looked satisfied.

　　 Will Gardner turned around and gave himself a thumbs up.

Childs was anxious. "I repeat once again that the suspect is a dangerous hypocritical person. His illegal transactions with foreign companies may even include acts of treason and espionage. In that transaction, he caused millions of illegal profits. A huge loss of US interests!"

　　 The judge ignored him and directly picked up a small hammer. "The bail is allowed, but you cannot leave the U.S. during the bail period, and you are not allowed to take a private aircraft. The bail is 2.5 million dollars."

　　 "What!? No, no!" Song Ya held the back of his head with both hands like Sugnet, originally thought this lady was biased towards herself! Damn it, "I'm going on a global tour next year!"

　　 The prosecutors were also not satisfied, "We can't accept it either." Childs protested.

　　 But the judge has hit the hammer.

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