Chapter 600: Bait

Barron drove the car in a trance, haggard as if he was ten years older than the lawyer who was questioning loudly in prison just now. Suddenly, the car bumped violently and made a rattling noise, and he noticed He felt that the right wheel had pushed out of the road, so he turned quickly to save it.

beep!

A car trying to overtake from the left honked its horn crazily, and he was about to wave his hand to apologize, but found that the other party was those nasty guys from the stormtroopers, who all poked their heads out of the car and stared at him silly, " Old thing, the car is too scared to drive!?" Vic laughed loudly.

Rolling down the car window, and pointing out the middle finger, they got even louder laughter. Fortunately, they had no intention of entanglement, and quickly left themselves far behind and disappeared in the curve ahead.

Just as the window was closed, the phone rang.

"Excuse me, are you Barron, Little Lowry's attorney? There are rumors that he brutally killed a..."

"Hey! Please wait." He interrupted the other party's question, "You are..."

The other party reported the name of the media, "Can you tell me the details? Barron's lawyer."

"How did you get my phone number? And..." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Where did you get the inside news from the prison at this point in time?"

"Mr. Barron, it is inconvenient for me to reveal my source. Do you have anything to say through the media? Is there any other insider information about this case?" the other party continued to ask.

"Sorry, I have no comment at the moment."

After hanging up the phone and being disturbed by these two incidents, his mental state recovered a bit, and he simply turned the car into the side road leading to the outskirts of the city and drove on.

The phone rang several times again, and the caller numbers were all unfamiliar. He refused to answer them all, but he could feel that the media knew everything. He turned on the radio, and he heard, "The former hip-hop star Lowry is suspected of murdering his inmates. The police have intervened." Surveys' and the like.

The scenery outside the window was getting more and more desolate. He saw a lonely public telephone booth standing on the side of the road. He suddenly slowed down the speed of the car, and at the same time carefully observed the front, back, left, and right sides until he confirmed that there was no one and no car nearby, and then he pulled over the car. .

But he didn't get down immediately, but sat in the car in a daze.

At this time, the phone rang again, and he picked it up to take a look. It was APLUS's personal lawyer Goodman calling, needless to say, it must be to inquire about news.

"Hey, Goodman." He pressed the answer button.

"What's wrong with little Lowry? APLUS asked me just now." Goodman asked straightforwardly.

"Uh, he's in a bit of trouble. I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. I'll explain it to him when I have time later," Barron replied.

"Ah, don't come, at this time..." Goodman said: "Everyone is a lawyer, please describe briefly."

Alas, that young man who was as cunning as a fox, Goodman followed him to make a fortune, how could little Lowry be so stupid? Barron complained to himself for a while, "Okay, it's like this..." He concealed the part where the prosecutor proposed a plea deal, and compared the murder process that the other party admitted when he met Little Lowry in the morning with the prison's abnormal transition. The prison behavior has been said again.

"Second-degree murder? Do you think the defense is successful in self-defense?" Goodman asked.

"I'm not sure, there is a lack of witnesses, and the prisoners in the prison don't know how to testify. Maybe the prison will cooperate with the behind-the-scenes and use the conditions of commuting sentences to pull out prisoners who are willing to cooperate with them as witnesses for the prosecution..." Barron understood very well. Dao said inside, "Can you ask APLUS to help out with his upper-level connections?"

"The black hand behind the scenes?" Goodman ignored his request directly.

"Yes……"

It was not easy for Barron to reveal the young prosecutor's proposal for a deal, so he could only say, "Anyway, everything in this matter is abnormal from the beginning to the end."

"Oh, by the way, you really don't know where Old Joe went?"

"I really do not know."

"Okay, I understand." Goodman hung up the phone directly.

"asshole!"

Barron cursed into the phone,

Finally made up his mind, took out a few coins from the glove box, got out of the car and walked into the phone booth, dialed a paging number, "Leave a message, please call back, yes, this number."

"Yo!" After waiting for about ten minutes, the public phone rang, and the topic came from Little Binny, oh no, Sinaloa's violent voice, "Who is looking for me? Huh? Talk to me!"

"Uh...cough cough."

Barron cleared his throat, "I'm Barron."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Sinaloa didn't seem to have seen the news, and he was in a good mood, "How long do I have to wait to pick up Brother Lowry from prison?"

"Uh...it's like this, this morning..."

Barron took a deep breath and tried to use a calm tone to suspect Lowry of the second-degree murder. The whole case will not be finished in a year or so, and even if it is finished, it may not be able to get the best result of self-defense murder. Tell each other.

"So now he can't come out again?" Sinaloa asked.

"Nearly impossible to come out in a year, with two lawsuits to fight, and..."

"Fxxk! You incompetent lawyer! It's your fault! It's your fault!"

Sinaloa suddenly became furious, "You...you M-Fxxk must fish him out, it must be done! Otherwise...or I will kill you!"

With a bang, a busy tone came from the microphone.

Barron held the receiver in a daze for a while before recovering, and quickly dialed the home phone again, "Honey, call my daughter and take her children to the tropics together? It's too cold in Chicago, go to Well, pack your things now...I don't have time...no problem, it's all mine, I'll write the check."

"call……"

Barron came out of the phone booth, his body was already drenched, he tremblingly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, kept wiping the sweat from his face and neck, and sat in the car again, there were several missed calls on his phone, After looking through, only Goodman's number was familiar, so he called back.

"APLUS wants to see you, you go to..." Goodman gave an address.

A hope rose in his heart, APLUS is very powerful in Chicago, with his help, maybe things will turn around?

He hurriedly drove the car back to the urban area. In a high-rise parking lot, he saw the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz that APLUS used to sit in. Mawota was guarding the car.

"Hey..." After getting out of the car and saying hello, Mawota opened the rear door and let him in.

"Barron, long time no see."

The young man in front of him calmly smiled and put down the magazine in his hand, "What's wrong with you? I don't think you're in a good condition?"

"It's not about Little Lowry." How did this guy become so aura after becoming a billionaire? Unknowingly, Barron felt himself a head shorter, and hugged him cautiously, "You have to help us, otherwise..."

"Sorry, Barron, you have to stand up."

The old Mike in the driver's seat interjected: "Lie your body on the back of the front seat, yes, like in the movie The Godfather..."

"WTF?" Baron suddenly felt insulted, looking at APLUS, the young people around him had already cast their gazes out of the window.

"Please cooperate, we are all old bones, let's help each other out." Old Mike said.

He had no choice but to stand up halfway and search Old Mike, "Hey! Where are you touching?!"

"I'm really sorry, it's ok, no weapons, no bugs." Old McCleass ended the search.

"What are you doing!? APLUS, you think you can surpass us hapless bastards now, right? NGer!?" Damn it, the black accent came out of anger.

"Barron."

Song Ya stopped being polite to him, "Is your client bothering me, okay? What happened last night?"

"He stabbed his cellmate to death, and he did it to himself. You have nothing to worry about. To some extent, this result is a good thing for you! No, it's a good thing!" Barron suddenly flashed in his mind after speaking. A bold and terrifying guess, his eyes involuntarily fixed on the young man in front of him.

"Fxxk, I don't think that's a good thing now, what do I want? Huh? Barron, what I want is stability, what I want is not to be dragged down by those rotten people and rotten things on the street..."

Song Ya talked eloquently, "My career and family can't be messed up because of Little Lowry or some other lunatic who comes out today and tomorrow. You are a lawyer. We passed old Joe and Bob a long time ago. Rob met, do you know why I replaced you with Goodman on Tony's case? Because you always have some unpredictable madman standing behind you, you can't do this, understand? You now A choice must be made..."

Baron watched the successful NGer in front of him moving his mouth, mouthing a lunatic, and all his attention was on it. He knew who the other party was alluding to, and he understood it all. This guy is so fucking hypocritical, but... he Can already have such a strong energy in Chicago?

Those prosecutors, the warden, the stormtroopers...

"Do you agree with me, Barron?"

"What?"

"Do you agree with me?"

"I..." understood that it was time to make a decision, "I agree, you are right APLUS."

"Okay, let's solve this together, Mawota." Song Ya greeted the outside.

"Hey..." The co-pilot's door was pulled open by Mawota, and the bald captain of the stormtroopers who had just met came in, "Baron, you have now joined our 24-hour witness protection plan..." He threw Come over with a document, "You are a lawyer, you can try it yourself, right?"

"Where's APLUS?" Barron looked at Song Ya, "Don't he need to sign?"

"I don't need..." Song Ya looked like a sage who has nothing to do with it, "I have already sublimated, I am detached."

The only bait is himself, Barron has nothing to say, maybe everyone wants to get rid of that lunatic, it’s good to get rid of it...

He finished reviewing the documents, signed them, and was led away by Vic McKee in dejection.

"Goodbye, Barron, I may give you some business after finishing this matter, don't keep acting as an agent for those dangerous people." Song Ya's voice sounded from behind.

"Ho! Your car is not bad, BMW?"

Vic and one of his men got into Barron's car directly, looked around, and checked by the way.

"Don't touch my picture, Vic."

Barron said helplessly, "Okay, what should I do now."

"You know my style, the simpler and more direct the more effective, you can ask out that little Binny, you can go anywhere, as long as he can come." Vic said.

"For what reason?"

"Just say that Little Lowry is willing to testify against him as a witness for the prosecution in order to get rid of the crime. You have no choice."

Damn so cruel, "Okay, then we..."

"Go back to the prison, let's stabilize little Lowry first." Vic whistled, and the two cars drove back to the prison one after the other.

"Lowry, calm down, it is the best choice for you to reach a plea deal with the prosecution for second-degree murder now."

Barron said coldly to Little Lowry who was holding the microphone and weeping on the other side of the glass.

"I don't want to stay in there any longer..." Little Lori cried, "Can't you find Xiao...can you find a way with him?"

"Of course we will find a way, but you'd better authorize me to talk with the prosecution first, and be prepared for both paths, so as to be prepared." Barron advised.

"Okay..." Little Lowry signed the document and pushed it out through the narrow opening under the glass.

Baron took the documents, left the meeting room of the prison, and pushed into the arms of the young prosecutor Argus, "My family..."

"Don't worry, my colleagues will covertly protect them during their vacation in Florida... That's a fucking good job, haha!" Vic laughed: "Next, you should call Sinaloa gone."

"I want to speak to my family."

"Can."

"Honey, where's your daughter?" Barron, Argus, and Vic picked up the phone at the same time and dialed his wife's phone, "It's okay, don't call her, have you packed up? Go out as soon as possible, um..."

Chatted with some parents, "Oh, by the way, did little Ken Liss test results come out? Why is it like this again? Next time you fail the test, you will restrain her."

Argus glanced at the family member list of the Barron family in his hand, and typed on the name of his granddaughter Kenlis with a pencil.

"Well, okay, goodbye, have a good time." Barron put down the microphone expressionlessly.