Chicago 1990

"Thousands of miles are transferred for trial? Can you find a worse reason? My client will be in San Diego in less than a month to attend the appeals trial. Can the Chicago prosecutor not afford a few detectives to go to San Diego? Travel expenses!?"

In the warden's office, Barron furiously pointed his finger at the white man behind his desk: "I know what tricks you play, but this time, I tell you that you have found the wrong person this time! I have been practicing in Chicago for decades. Yes, my client is not someone you can use indecent tricks to frame at will!"

"It's too late, Barron, Little Lori committed a second-degree murder last night." The warden replied leisurely, shaking his body in the swivel chair.

"Fxxkyou!"

Barron was angry. "Isn't it because you sit and watch that habitual offender wailing until dawn in the cell!?"

"No way, I'm understaffed this night, and who would have thought that your star client would be so irritable and bloodthirsty."

"Shit! Lie! This is a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy..."

Barron was so angry that he went into a circle, "Little Lori is a celebrity, wait for the accused to be exposed, you violated all procedures."

"What program?"

"Interrogation requires the knowledge of the client's lawyer!" Barron punched on the desk.

"But there is no need to transfer to prison. We planned to call you this morning to make an appointment."

The other party fluttered and put a document on the table, "But who would have thought that he would dare to kill people the first night he came to me? It's really unlucky, he will be deducted by the management agency for hurting my prison..."

"How about the cell allocation? You didn't dare to arrange people to live with that dangerous person before!"

"Just transferred to a large group of prisoners, the room is tight and Barron, I am not a hotel."

"Your rhetoric can only be used to deceive the hairy boy who just practised!"

Barron didn't bother to look at that document. He understood the rules under the water. Since the warden came prepared, it would not be an accident, and the whole system would not be caught by outsiders in the legal process. He broke the index one by one, "I will find media reporters, as well as African-American affirmative organizations, the Chicago Bar Association, and your superiors! You are waiting to be investigated internally! Haven't you seen Shawshank's redemption which was released not long ago? You and the warden inside! Also, you can't decide second-degree murder, because my client did it out of self-defense when the deceased committed an assault!"

"Please, but admit it. Your client is a scumbag, and you are just an unscrupulous lawyer representing gang members."

The warden replied: "He deserves to be kept in jail for the rest of his life. Maybe you have a chance to come to me as a guest?"

Barron was so angry that the door was knocked when he was about to answer his mouth, and a handsome white man in a suit and leather shoes walked in. "Mr. Warden, we are here to interrogate Lowry." He put a document into it. On the desk.

"Sorry, something happened. Little Lori killed a roommate in my place last night." The warden pointed to Barron. "It just so happens that this is his lawyer."

"Hahaha..."

A brawny bald man leaning against the door with a Chicago Police Department badge hung on his waist laughed, "Will he be detained for a long time? I would have known that I would not be in a hurry."

"Vick McGee..."

Barron gritted his teeth and stared at the "celebrity" of the stormtrooper. "Why didn't you go to the street today for extortion?"

"Because I caught a big fish, Barron." Vic chewed gum, grinning smirkly.

"Uh, I'm very busy, you can find another place to talk." The warden picked up the microphone and called the secretary in.

"We got a tip, and Sinaloa, the gang leader in Nancheng who has been very popular recently, is probably this person, little Binny."

The warden’s secretary led them into a small unmanned visitation room. Vick McGee and three police comrades stood against the wall. The prosecutor showed Barron the wanted photo of Little Binney, "You are in prison. The celebrity client here should be aware that it was for him to seek revenge from a New York rap singer before committing the Harlem nightclub shooting."

"Nonsense." Barron asked blankly, but his heart began to beat a little, "What evidence do you have?"

"It's not convenient for you to see it for the time being, and we don't trust you, Barron, given the customer base you serve."

The young prosecutor said: "But this does not affect our cooperation. We guess that Lori should still be in contact with Binny, Sinaloa, so... we can provide him with a very, very cost-effective He helped us trap Binny, or Sinaloa, and then act as a witness for the prosecution to testify against the other party. We can help him to reduce his sentence, free of charge, how about it? What if Binny was convicted? He will be released in court immediately. Before and after that, we will provide him with the best witness protection."

"Ha, he doesn't need it, he will succeed in his appeal in less than a month."

Barron suddenly thought of something, "Oh! I see, you want to trade for the second-degree murder he just committed? Do you think this trap is very cleverly laid out?" He looked back at Vic McGee and them. "Still the same sentence, don’t let me dig into the evidence of your collusion with the prison, otherwise you will all be ruined. He is not a second-degree murder, just a legitimate exercise of civil self-defense. I will help him continue to defend."

"What collusion? What sentence do you think I'm using to deal with you?"

The prosecutor smiled, "It's not Lori's crime of trafficking, or last night's homicide, but the Harlem nightclub shooting, which is a multiple murder. He is a participant, and may even be the mastermind."

"But you didn't catch Little Binny, so you don't have evidence. How can you talk to my client about a prosecution deal because of an unproven accusation?" Barron fought back sharply, "And you are robbing The work of the FBI~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I remember this case was taken over by the FBI."

"The FBI can't promote us, haha."

After the prosecutor finished talking with Vic McGee, they all laughed, "Also, Barron, you helped Little Lowry travel between the two places under the name of the legal aid project of the law firm under your name. This is unreasonable, right? Little Lowry can afford a cheap local San Diego lawyer. He is not a reasonable target for legal aid."

"Just legal." Barron stood up quietly and opened the door.

"Barron, when we take Little Binney and bring him to justice, Little Lori will never have the chance to gain freedom." The prosecutor said to his back, "You better not let us find out that there is something illegal with the trafficker. Money exchanges."

"I don't understand what you are talking about, you found the wrong person."

Barron slammed the door and left, and saw the current State Attorney Charz rushing by, and he nodded and greeted each other before passing by.

"Argus."

Childs pushed open the door he had just closed. "Can you explain why you are here?" He asked the young prosecutor, "Still mixed with this group of people." He glanced at Vic McGee et al.

"Uh, Vic and they found some new evidence of murder in a nightclub in Harlem, so..."

Argus stood up in a panic.

"Go back and submit a detailed report to me." Childs ordered.

"OK." Argus nodded obediently.

"Hey! Childs, this case can't be finished in a month..." Vic started teasing Childs.

"As long as I am still in office, I must do my duty."

Childs replied: "You and the people behind you won't be able to wait for a month, right?"

"I can't wait to catch the criminal tomorrow."

Vic McGee didn't kill him, and left a word with his men swaggering away.