Chapter 1120? Before the Abyss

"Chicago 1990 ()"

Tony threw the bouquet in front of Mawota's tombstone, and then pushed the silencer of the wheelchair of the bodyguard with the broken leg, while Song Ya's wheelchair was pushed behind by the old Mike himself.

This was the first time he came here after waking up. When he was also holding a bouquet and staring at the tombstone, the silencer next to him sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Those useless law enforcement agencies, there is only one shooter left, and they haven't caught it yet!" Tony yelled resentfully.

"I need quiet, Tony... you guys go over there first."

Mawota was very honest and never went out with Tony, but Songya knew that they got along well before, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and sent Tony and the others far away.

Only old Mike stayed quietly in front of the tombstone with him.

"Oh!" Song Ya sighed, and threw the bouquet in front of Mawota's tombstone, "I should have been more vigilant, Mike."

"Can you recall what happened?"

Old Mike was very careful not to mention the situation on the day of the shooting to himself before. The old man knelt down and arranged the bouquet neatly.

"certainly."

Song Ya gave an affirmative answer, paused, and said, "Mike, you've been spending too much money recently."

"..."

Old Mike was a little speechless, "I thought you were missing Mawota in your mind."

"One thing, I guess you're still investigating the whole thing, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Too many doubts..."

The old Mike said: "The driver who caused the accident in Beverly Hills got a plea agreement and changed his name and disappeared. His direct instigator, Anthony Pelicano, died of a strange cause. I managed to get his autopsy report... Los Angeles local police closed the case in a hurry."

"Also, one of the dead gunmen, McTownley, his face was smashed by the FBI, but he is the most critical figure among the four gunmen, he is the brain, the action planner and commander, but running Really simple-minded Trevor? McTorney is not even Italian, he only knows a captain of the Mafia Colombo family, middle-level personnel."

"Giuliani took this opportunity to wipe out his old enemy, the Colombo family."

"The FBI's performance in the whole incident was also a bit weird. They arrived later than the local police, but they arrived at the place where the gunman escaped and hid the fastest..."

"Maybe I should give Motura a good look... but at the time... I didn't think about it that much."

"This is the problem Mike, if there is a bigger conspiracy behind the shooting that day, if you continue to investigate like this, you will put me in a dangerous situation again."

Song Ya interrupted the old man's chatter, "None of the Los Angeles prosecutors, Giuliani, FBI...or the people behind Motura would like to be approached by you to the truth."

"Don't you want to find out the truth?" Old Mike asked back, "Aren't you afraid that they will continue to attack you?"

"At least not now. Let's make an agreement Mike, before you catch or kill Trevor, you don't do it so hard in other directions. If there is a big conspiracy behind the scenes, the private detectives you paid for can't keep it safe." secret."

Song Ya said lightly: "As for whether you will continue to attack me... If it is for the past..."

He turned his head and looked around, making sure that no one would hear the conversation, and said, "Even if the six bullet holes in my body and five months of coma paid for the death of the FBI detective... and other murders Blood tax, I'm not a good person in the strict sense, and I don't think I'm completely innocent, Mike, you know very well. As for whether those people think that they will let me go or continue to kill me, I accept it, I There can be no more enemies for the time being, and your continued pursuit will make those people feel unsafe, and even rekindle their murderous intentions."

"Don't worry, I won't let them notice." Old Mike said, "I want to avenge you and Mawota. Don't your politician friends want to catch the ghost?"

"You're not an all-knowing, infallible person, Mike,

For example, you have been deceived by the driver who caused the accident, and no one can completely hide from the scrutiny of the violent state machine. In fact, I can probably guess a little bit... Politicians may leave in two years, four years, five years, and the affairs officers who have been paid until retirement may be the ones who really control the machine. If they are the so-called Inner ghost... You must know that the death of Commander Kennedy is still unclear. "

Song Ya looked at Sloan walking in the distance, "Sloan taught me this passage, but you must promise me, Mike."

"Okay, I promise you." Old Mike was persuaded, "But it's only temporary, you promise me too?"

"certainly."

"well!"

Sloan, who didn't hear the conversation between the two, also dropped the bouquet in his hand, and sighed at Mawota's tombstone for a while, "You don't know that your blood... gurgled out, it was scary. Forget it, don't mention this."

"Is it time to go to the court?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes."

Sloan said: "Also, we have basically negotiated with Goodman and Hamlin. If there is no accident, Hamlin will return to the United States within a few days, pay back part of the money, and surrender as a tainted witness."

"Where did he come from?"

"I don't know, he may still regret it now."

"Wow, I seem to be waiting for today's trial to end."

Song Ya smiled instead.

"Shall we go?" Sloan took over the old Mike and pushed the wheelchair to the distant convoy.

"Well, Tony, we're leaving!" Song Ya called Tony, and then looked back at the tombstone deeply.

At this time in Mexico, Hamlin had already put on his makeup, stuffed the long-distance bus ticket into the inner pocket of his suit, carefully poked his head out of the window of a broken hotel in a small town, stared at the public phone booth on the street downstairs, and rushed to It takes more than ten hours to get to the nearest Mimo border. He is not in a hurry and is still waiting for a miracle.

"The Mexican financial crisis in 1994, the Mexican financial crisis in 1994..."

New York, Carl Icahn's office, his pro-faith pushed the door open and walked in, "Kuros is really in the limelight now! Boss, he brought a hedge fund to attack Thailand, and repeatedly campaigned in the country to prevent the government from repeating the rescue of September 4th Just like the Mexican financial crisis of 2015, we are throwing money at our allies in Southeast Asia."

"Um."

Carl Icahn is also watching related news, "In order to save domestic finance, the book has withdrawn funds from Southeast Asia on a large scale, which has given Karus an opportunity. How about the bankruptcy crisis of Takushoshu Bank in Hokkaido?"

"See if the government can save you or not."

The confidant replied: "Wall Street's hot money is messing with Russ. Many people are laughing at you, saying that you are addicted to mud fights with that kid from APLUS."

"Is he a kid? Hehe..."

Carl Icahn was not angry, "I have to defend Marvel, no matter what others say."

"Perelman and Deputy Commander Gore are at odds. APLUS will not take the risk of going against Gore to cooperate with Perelman. I personally don't think it will. No substantive agreement has been reached." The close aide reminded.

"Anyway, let's wait until today is over to make a decision, and don't let other people disturb me." Carl Icahn sent him out, then picked up the remote control to change the channel, "Damn it, it's all ex-British princesses, British ex-princesses... ..."

The American media has been eating the former British princess’ melons for a long time, and they have been spreading all kinds of conspiracy theories, most of which are negative to the British royal family. Some radicals even publicly called on the British royal family to ‘step down’. The media industry and Hollywood here like There are not many in that family.

The news that Song Ya entered Chicago's South City Federal Court surrounded by dreamy lawyers was hardly found in the national media. This case has been tried twice before, and most media who don't know the truth feel that this time is no different from before.

"I told you not to come."

Mariah Carey appeared behind the dock holding little Rhaegar. After the hospital transfer, the relationship between her and Aunt Susie hadn't recovered yet, so they sat a little far away. My one-year-old son said, "Wow, he's growing up so fast, he looks more and more like me."

"Hmm, they say bringing the kids will help inspire jury sympathy." Ex-wife showing off her newfound knowledge.

"Maybe, thank you anyway." He felt the sideways glances of the spectators who were sitting full, and there were actually some familiar faces, such as the deputy commander Gore, and a lawyer assistant of John Liu. These people make eye contact.

"Ahem." Cochran beside him coughed.

Song Ya turned her head and saw the judge staring at herself as she was walking towards the judge's seat. She smiled at him, sat down, and touched the red ribbon on her chest by the way.

"Looks like you can stand up?" But this time the judge did not make any more speeches calling for the prevention and treatment of HIV.

"Uh... yes, but some assistance is needed, Your Honor."

Song Ya was trembling again...

"Everyone stand up!" The bailiff had already received a signal from the judge.

Song Ya shut her mouth, and with the help of Cochrane, she stood up and stood crookedly.

"The trial has begun." In Sunnyvale, Delay also waited for the call in the office. Due to long-term tension and insomnia, he is now very emotionally irritable, and he has not found relevant news after changing several channels.

'A well-known producer of CBS Sports' baseball program has just voluntarily resigned. It is generally believed that it is related to the anti-discrimination class action initiated by Cochrane. There is evidence that he raped an African-American woman eight years ago... CBS is the fourth media personality to resign or be fired because of the allegations. '

But he stayed on this newsletter for a while, and he couldn't help becoming more nervous, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!" Suddenly, a man shouted madly in the office alone, praying, "Guilty! God proved him guilty!"

"Mr. General Manager."

The trial lasted for half an hour. The former general manager of the Bahn Fluorescent Agent Factory sat on the witness stand. After laying his hands on the Bible and swearing, he was first questioned by the prosecution's Childs, "Actually, you only need to answer one question. Who gave the order to let the Huaguo company take away some technical information that does not belong to the scope of the transaction?"

The general manager and Song Ya looked at each other, hesitated for a while and pointed their fingers over.

"It's APLUS, that is, Mr. Alexander Song, right?" asked Childs.

"Yes."

"Please describe the situation accurately, do you remember?"

"Remember."

"Then please repeat to the jury the content of your conversation at that time."

"Uh... He, APLUS was very angry at that time, and he yelled at me angrily, saying: Money! I want to see the money as soon as possible! Understand? Let the big ship leave the port quickly, don't drag me! Uh... I omitted some in the middle bad language."

"No problem, what next? Did you explain to him the sensitivity of the technical information?"

"explained."

"How did he respond to you?"

"He said that the factory is his, and he has the final say." He deliberately ignored some things, such as the content of the conversation involving the former commander.

"Then you'll do as you're told?"

"He's the boss."

"OK, I'm done asking my questions, Your Honor." Childs glanced this way with a smile, and went back to sit down.

"Defense counsel."

The questioning master Will Gardner buttoned up his suit and walked up to the general manager, "Do you know the age of APLUS at that time?"

"certainly."

"How old was he?"

"Seventeen or eighteen years old."

"Ha! Please note, jury, APLUS was just a 17-year-old African-American hip-hop star who had just become famous, and our general manager has managed the company for many years and is a well-known scientist in the industry. Am I right? ' asked Will.

"Yes." The general manager nodded.

"How do you usually communicate and work with him? He doesn't understand the chemical industry, right? He was just a high school student at the time!"

"Uh, just try to make things as simple as possible, APLUS is very smart, he can understand."

"for example?"

"Uh, for example, directly demonstrate the practical effect of the fluorescent agent, let him see our products with his own eyes..."

"Even at the expense of lying, misleading, right?"

"What?"

"You lied to him and misled an African-American high school student, your boss, for your own personal ends," Will said.

"I disagree, Your Honor!" cried Childs. "He's really slandering witnesses and misleading jurors."

"The objection is valid, please pay attention to the wording of the defense lawyers."

"I will." Will apologized, "Let's put it another way. Let me give you an example, Mr. General Manager. Do you remember a time when your factory's fluorescent agent product was questioned by a paper that it was harmful to the human body? What did you say to APLUS?"

"Uh... please remind me? I don't remember exactly."

"Have you ever told him that the substance in question, a polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbon, is only used as a catalyst in a chemical reaction, the content is extremely small, and at the beginning..."

"It was a reaction at first. Yes, I said that," the general manager admitted.

"You are lying! According to the testimony of our chemical expert witness, the catalyst will not be reacted at all, and the total amount of substances before and after is unchanged!"

"Uh, I just use colloquial expressions so that laymen can understand as much as possible." The general manager replied.

"You're lying again! That kind of polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbon is not a catalyst at all, it's actually a sensitizer!" Will propped up the witness stand with both hands, looking directly at him to exert pressure.

"No! Your Honor!" cried Childs again. "It's slanderous and irrelevant to the case."

"I have the testimony of an expert witness to support what I just said." Will presented the documents to the judge, "The witness's behavior proves that he has been using professional knowledge in management and chemical engineering to mislead my client from the beginning to the end! Of course and This case is relevant!"

"The objection is invalid, and the witness has the obligation to explain this matter clearly." The judge ruled after reading it.

"Uh... the difference between a sensitizer and a catalyst is too complicated to explain in detail, and it is even more difficult for non-professionals to understand what a sensitizer is..."

"So you admit that you are lying and misleading APLUS?"

"I'm just out of goodwill. This explanation can save a lot of trouble. APLUS probably understands a little about the principle of catalysts, which is already very rare..."

"Is it really out of good intentions? I have another piece of evidence here. During the operation of the company, you once suggested that APLUS recruit more than 30 workers, right?"

"Yes, there is such a thing."

"Has APLUS agreed?"

"He didn't."

"Why didn't he agree?"

"Uh, it should be...he thinks it will lead to higher costs."

"Then why do you still suggest that he recruit these workers?"

"Production lines, sales needs..."

"Ha! Your Honor, all jurors, I have two witnesses who accompanied the general manager to visit APLUS. Please pay attention to what they heard from the general manager."

Will raised the corner of his mouth and distributed the documents, "Let me ask again, what did you say to your former colleagues before you met APLUS?"

"Uh..." The general manager wiped his sweat.

"Before you entered APLUS's home, you once said to your colleagues: APLUS doesn't understand the chemical industry. He doesn't know whether the production line is short of people and how many people are missing. When the time comes, you will agree with me to fool him. Bring back old Bahn & Company employees who were laid off before. Right?"

The general manager looked at the signatures of his former colleagues on the document and fell silent.

"Answer me!" Will slammed the wood on the railing of the witness stand, "Do you need me to read it aloud from beginning to end?"

"Yes, I said it." The general manager lowered his head and admitted with a gray face, "No, there's no need..."

There was an uproar among the jurors, who were more than half black.

"You are a repeat offender who deceived the boss into not understanding the chemical industry to achieve personal goals, not just this time! I have other evidence! You took advantage of APLUS's age and lack of professional knowledge to manipulate him! It has always been like this! Sold to Huaguo Enterprise The same is true for the technical information! You exaggerated the storage cost to him, and used his fear of losing money to lure him to achieve your personal goals! Those money was earned back by APLUS, which was not very famous at the time, traveling all over the United States to perform business shows very hard! A African-American high school students who don’t know anything about the chemical industry stupidly bought your factory after being tempted! You should be in the dock!”

Will spoke impassionedly pointing at him.

"Whoa, Will, you're really big in court."

During the recess at noon, Song Ya high-fived Tony, his ex-wife and others who were celebrating enthusiastically, and then complimented Will Gardner, who successfully resolved the testimony of the general manager.

"Don't be too happy. Heinrich in the afternoon doesn't have so many flaws. He has a good personal image and reputation, and he is a former military officer. He is not easy to deal with. And you have to testify in court yourself, so you can wake up APLUS."

Will was not very optimistic, and Diane and Cochran also reminded him seriously.

"APLUS! Wait a minute! Mr. General Manager is still in charge of Dow's fluorescent stick production line, although he has been marginalized due to poor performance, and Heinrich..."

Cochran found an opportunity to catch up from behind alone, "Will's defense in the afternoon may involve some sensitive parts, otherwise it will be difficult to refute Heinrich, but that would be a bit of a foul for us." He was very worried, "Politicians..."

"Hehe, did we foul?" Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, and they smiled tacitly.

'Ring ring ring. '

The public phone booth outside the hotel rang suddenly, and Hamlin ran down to answer it, "Oh, oh... I see, help me in the afternoon... Well, I will notify you of the new number at four o'clock. Yes, wait a little longer , I definitely won’t be able to go back today, tomorrow… or maybe we’ll see it again.”

He went back to the room stroking his fake Mexican beard thoughtfully, then picked up his battered travel bag and moved.

"Mr. Doug, the prosecutor is free, please follow me."

In New York, because of cracking down on financial crimes, the office of Manhattan District Attorney Spitzer, known as the Sheriff of Wall Street, went out to invite Doug, the chief of staff of the House Party Whip Office, a colleague of the Donkey Party who was sitting on a bench in the waiting area of ​​the corridor.

"Not for now." Doug put down the phone next to his ear.

"What?" The female secretary was a little puzzled.

"I mean I'll see him at a more appropriate time, just stay here for now," Doug said.

"But in the afternoon, I don't know if Mr. Prosecutor has time..."

"He will." Doug gave her an ugly grin.

"wack!"

The female secretary walked away and looked back at Doug, who was lonely, with his legs together, silent like a robot, who had been holding a briefcase on the bench for a long time. He took out a sandwich from the bag and Gu Zi chewed slowly as if no one was around.

"Rout! Mr. General Manager is rout!"

Carl Icahn, who was also in Manhattan, also received the call, rubbing his forehead in thought.

"idiot!"

Delay in Sunnyvale smashed a landline, "I was stupid before, if it wasn't for the fluorescent party we invented to expand the market, this guy would be laid off and screwed on the production line!"

"Afternoon, afternoon! God bless! God bless!" He began to pray crazily and crying again.

"No no, something is wrong, there is a problem, there must be something wrong here! Something went wrong..."

After Carl Icahn's long-term exam, he suddenly got excited, muttered to himself, picked up the receiver, and dialed, "It's no time to wait for the afternoon, call the intermediary, forget it, the operation is suspended. Then... contact APLUS, I would like to Reconcile with him, as soon as possible, give practical action today!"

"APLUS!"

Song Ya, who was waiting for the afternoon court session with relatives and ex-wives, heard Diane's surprised voice from afar, "Heinrich's lawyer suddenly withdrew his testimony, and he won't show up in the afternoon!"

"Oh, I see. Beep..."

Song Ya agreed very flatly, and continued to hold up and giggle. Little Lei gnawed fiercely, rubbing his son's small face with stubble.