The door was gently closed, but the last sound was like a thunderbolt exploding in John's heart, making him dizzy for a moment.
He quickly sat back on the chair, leaned over the table, lowered his head and gasped for air. Saliva dripped down the edges of his teeth, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't control his body. The feeling came and went quickly. When he looked up again, he was horrified to find that he was lying in the prison's medical room.
The strange smell of alcohol filled the nostrils, and some nurses were walking around, checking the physical conditions of the prisoners on the beds.
Prisons can never be as "peaceful" as people imagine; they are a microcosm of society. From the perspective of the prison director and prison guards, these prisoners are just prisoners. But among the prisoners, there is a complete social form.
There are politics and politicians, and the gangs here are like parties, and their leader is naturally the leader. They will sit together and discuss how to make the society in the prison better, so that everyone can love this place from the bottom of their hearts, regard it as their own home, and even formulate some rules that everyone must abide by.
There are capitalists, those who have a way to get things from outside. They will take apart cigarettes and sell them by the stick or even by mouth for a lot of money. The price of renting out a clothed female poster for one night is enough for them to find a skilled girl to have fun outside for three nights.
There are the middle class, the bottom class of society, and the "enforcers" who maintain internal order... This is a miniature society, and what can be seen outside can also be seen inside.
Wherever there are people, there will be conflicts. The conflicts inside are more bloody and violent than the conflicts outside, and they are also simpler. These injured people may be the losers in a conflict, or the victors.
John moved his fingers, tilted his head and asked the guy in the next bed for today's date. The other person answered impatiently, and John realized that it was already two days later. This time he was in a coma for two days, which made him feel a kind of fear, as if his body was gradually losing control, and God was slowly stretching out his arms to him.
He shook his body and forced himself to sit up, and a nurse came over immediately.
Without waiting for the nurse to say anything, he said: "I want to see Mags. I will plead guilty, but I must see Mags. There are conditions."
The little nurse did not dare to delay such important information. Anyone who read the newspapers these days knew what happened. She worked in the prison, and it was the number one prison in the empire. She also had a certain sensitivity to politics. She immediately reported the matter to the warden of the First Prison in the Empire, and then the news passed through several departments and was transferred to Mags.
Magus thought about Old John's request and agreed. He and John were "old friends". They had known each other more than 20 years ago. At that time, John was very high-spirited and kept "annexing" other newspapers. He had already merged three newspapers. Feature News Agency has become the largest press release supplier in the empire. After that, they would sometimes keep in touch, usually when something important was going to hit the news, or when the news went too far.
Although he is not a good friend, he is definitely an old friend.
With Maggs' warrant, Mr. John met Maggs in his wheelchair that evening.
Looking at Mags who was very energetic and his back was particularly straight, John could only sigh helplessly. Time is always the biggest enemy of intelligent creatures. Because we really love this world, we hate time. But people hate time, but they miss the years...
"I will plead guilty. I will plead guilty in front of everyone. No matter what charges you plan to add to me, I will plead guilty." John knows Maggs' character, and he will not tell you a lot of useless things. , and then give you an answer in ambiguous words that you don’t even know whether it is yes or no, "But I have a request. As long as you agree to me, the deal will be completed."
Mags sat opposite John, with his hands clasped together and his raised knees, looking like he was listening carefully.
"I want to change my will..., and I hope someone can accompany me to hell!"
When Mr. John said this, there was cold hatred in his tone. He squinted his eyes twice, then rubbed his eyes and stared straight at Mags.
Mags tilted his head and thought for a while, "No problem, but we need something to allow Mr. Arthur to be with you."
Mr. John stretched out his hand, "Deal!"
On Thursday, some news about Namirindes came out in the newspapers. A new mayor had taken over and a gag order was issued. It is said that Todd did not die, but just left Namirinds to take office elsewhere. As for the gunfight in the villa area, it was a fight between local gangs. For this reason, the new mayor jointly launched a gang-clearing operation in the city of Namirindes with the police department and the Police Investigation Bureau.
Sometimes a lie seems stupid to you, but there are also many people who think it is true, especially lies that are not related to their own personal interests. People are more willing to believe the official statement. Some people who know the truth have been warned, and the entire city has returned to its former tranquility. For this tranquility, more than 300 gang members were sent to the Imperial Capital Second Prison, and 39 of them will be publicly shot. .
Because they were involved in a vendetta against the police chief of Namirinds City. The reason was that the police chief withheld a batch of goods worth more than 200,000 from them. Under the premise that they could not bribe the recipient of the "Imperial Hero Medal", They developed a very extreme sense of revenge against the police chief and planned the murder.
It no longer matters what the truth is. People who know the truth of this matter have been frightened by Du Lin's tactics. People who don't know the truth are still living their happy and joyful lives.
Some people may not be very happy.
It was still Thursday, the same day. Arthur was wearing dark clothes and sitting in the first seat on the left in the first row of the church. He was wearing sunglasses and looked expressionlessly at the priest presiding over his brother's funeral. Mark lay quietly in the crystal coffin. After being dressed by the makeup artist, he looked like he was asleep, and his face was very rosy. Listening to the priest's boring prayer, the corners of Arthur's mouth twitched, not because he didn't like these eulogies, but because he remembered the fact that he was about to take over the power of the family.
He controlled his laughter. Laughing at this time was obviously a very excessive move.
As long as he arranges for two people to go in and "discover" that Mr. John has hanged himself or committed suicide for some other reason, then everything belongs to him, this family, these industries, and decades of accumulation.
He glanced at Nasha, who was sitting across the aisle, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses. He not only had his brother killed, but also his father, in a very short time. Arthur's mind and character have undergone tremendous changes. If this change had occurred earlier, perhaps there would not have been the ending today.
He was thinking about when to make Nasha disappear too, so that no one in the family could interfere with him.
At this moment, the door of the church opened with a bang, and the loud and clear kicking sound made people involuntarily turn their heads to look at these uninvited guests, who disturbed this sacred funeral.
The people who came were all wearing black trench coats and round felt hats, and some were wearing sunglasses. The way they walk in the wind makes them look like they're not a good person.
But facts always slap people on the cheek, and then stuff "experience" into people's mouths, forcing them to swallow it.
The guy who was the first to walk stood beside Arthur and took out his investigation bureau ID with the coat of arms. "I am Tom, a senior agent from the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau. Could you please Mr. Arthur to come with us?" "There are some things that you need to explain." Jerry showed Arthur a copy of the arrest warrant issued by the court.
Arthur tried his best to maintain his calmness, but his constantly beating apple muscles betrayed his panic, "I don't know what happened. I want to see my lawyer. I will only talk to him if the lawyer is present..."
Tom didn't talk so much nonsense to him, but punched him in the stomach. After Arthur curled up into a shrimp amidst everyone's exclamations, Jerry immediately put handcuffs on him.
"This is an arrest warrant, not a summons. You have no choice, Mr. Arthur." Tom took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes, which seemed to pierce Arthur's heart like a knife, "As for you If you want to find a lawyer, we will let you contact the lawyer when you get to the investigation bureau!" He grabbed Arthur's collar and lifted him up, then pushed him towards the door.
Arthur's calves were shaking. If he had been in the past, he would have jumped up and gone crazy, but he had done so many bad things, and he could no longer be as careless as before.
A small thing happened..., no, it was a thunder that did not interrupt the continuation of the funeral. After Mr. Mark's crystal coffin was gently placed in the grave and filled with soil, Nasha moved towards it with tears in her eyes. Go to the cemetery gate.
John is in jail, Max is dead, and she has no relatives left.
She was at a loss, not knowing what she should do or how to do it. Just when she was about to get in the car and leave, a blond woman came over.
"I am Senior Agent Lilith from the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau. There is a case that requires your cooperation. This may be related to the cause of your father's death. We have found the murderer!"
When she finished speaking the last word, Nasha's anger and violent flames, which she had never felt before, rose from under her feet and ignited her entire body. The flames seemed to come from hell. She clenched her teeth and squeezed out a word.
"good!"
(End of chapter)