Chapter 1039

This kind of iron cage is usually used by the police station to temporarily hold suspects or micro criminals in ultra short-term custody. There are still some handcuffs on the bench outside the corridor, most of them are drunk. They wait for family members to pick up or sober up before releasing. Therefore, there is a kind of smelly sour smell mixed with alcohol, vomit, sweat and mildew in the air.

Song Yaxian held his breath for a while, but finally he had no choice but to adapt to it. In fact, he had been here once. When Tony was carrying the illegal gun case for little Lori, many years ago, the current Nancheng police station should be renovated. He remembers that before, these drunkards were directly handcuffed by the wall of the hall, together with the waiting area where they came to work and lead people.

It took me a few minutes to examine the environment inside and outside the cage. Nancheng police station is very large. There are male prisoners here. It is said that the cages for female prisoners in some police stations are even close to each other, and there is no division at all.

There is a quartz clock on the wall outside. I didn't expect it was nearly 12 o'clock. I thought it was still early. Maybe it was because I was too focused on the confrontation between our lawyer and the special prosecutor.

This is good news. After the bail Court on the other side of the court goes to work in the afternoon, I can leave this ghost place. I only need to endure for about two hours.

"Hey! Look at me aplus, are you deaf? "

"I love your clothes aplus, give them to me!"

"The boy is rich, especially rich well! Aplus, give me a hand! I can be your Maria Kelly

"You smell so good!"

The "inmates" kept saying strange things behind their backs, some of which were indescribable. Finally, they sang their own songs together, such as "you're way to be autistic", which was very cheap.

The hellcat Kenneth asked him to bring. Oh, no, after several black members of the gang, who had been renamed Carter, pushed, bared their fists, threatened and crushed them, they gradually died down.

Song Ya looked back. The other prisoners probably realized that Kenneth was here to "take care of" themselves. After all, they were light criminals. Most of them were honest. They gathered on the other side of the cage and peeked at Kenneth and himself with fear. Only the white tramp who wanted to rob mink clothes might be mentally ill and still yell at him.

This kind of man, the gangsters had no choice but to drive him to the corner.

"How did you get in?"

"Fight."

"With whom?"

"He, ha ha! And you? "

"I broke a car glass across the street."

"Which street?"

"The one behind the police station, in front of three uniformed policemen! Ha ha ha

The younger brothers Kenneth brought in should be a new "growing up" crop. They are very satisfied with the effect of the gang's dominating the area. They begin to show off each other how they deliberately committed misdemeanors in the morning, and are so proud of their "intelligence and intelligence".

Wait, what's going on with my superior mentality? The so-called elite consciousness in Samuel's words? They are trying to find something to get into the Bureau, but they are really forced to come to the case Who can look down on who?

I was thinking, "are you ok?" Kenneth came over and held the cage, his eyes focused on the rest of the room, and whispered his concern.

"It doesn't feel so good."

Song Ya wryly smile, "thank you, boss Kenneth." There were few people inside. He didn't dare to come in. So old Mike said hello to Kenneth in advance. The case of the former helltail cat in Binnie Sinaloa was closely monitored by the FBI and Chicago police. When Kenneth came back to power, he could only change his name in a low profile and barely maintain the small area around the nightclub opposite old Joe's music.

Now there are too many new people in the Carter gang. Besides Kenneth, he can't trust his new faces, so he has to go there in person.

Kenneth waved his hand. He knew very well that he didn't deserve to be called the boss of aplus now. In fact, he was a bit gloating at the boy. He flew so high that he was finally locked up like us? "Your life is complete, nger." He was joking.

"Ha ha..."

Song Ya reluctantly laughs and says that he can boast about his "qualifications" in prison like 2pac

Pooh! Compare yourself to 2pac! What bad luck! He shook his head.

"Do you have anything to order?"

At twelve o'clock sharp, the police opened the iron door and came in to "put the rice", and took two disposable lunch boxes through the iron railing and handed them to song ya.

"Hey! Why didn't I? " The idlers, who had just stopped, pointed to the lunch boxes and protested loudly, "we want equal treatment!"

"So you're also billionaires?"

The police officer said, "come on! Out of date He took out his little notebook and pen.

It's much more expensive than the outside, "hamburger set meal, coffee, thank you." Only Kenneth ordered for him and his younger brothers. Most of them didn't say a word. They looked at the lunch box in Song Ya's hand.Song Ya sniffed again and opened the fragrant lunch box. There were rice style sushi rolls arranged neatly in it. Another box contained juice and some spices.

"I'm not hungry. Divide it up."

He was in a bad mood and didn't want to treat him. Now the police officer has left. He hands the lunch box to Kenneth's younger brother.

A few people are not polite, quickly get to the bench to share, a few seconds will gobble up, mustard seasoning is not used.

The rest of us have to envy and drool.

The police station can't starve the prisoners. Those who don't order meals have free rice pudding. In fact, rice pudding is a lump of rice that is half dry and not thin. It must not taste very good.

In the morning, she was very full, but Sonya didn't know how to feel a little hungry. Especially after the hamburger set meal ordered by Kenneth came in, the flavor was much more attractive than sushi.

"One?" Kenneth handed me a hamburger.

"No

Song Ya touched his stomach, but he refused to take any risks.

At noon, police officers sent people and took them away. Anyway, song Ya stood by the iron cage, staring at the second hand of the wall clock.

Later, he thought of a way to kill time and study the latest Tianqi song in his mind: can't hold us. The original song was the white rapper from the second-hand shop. Six years later, he found his second song.

Although the lyrics are inspirational and suitable for their own situation, the original singer seems to have a conflict with a big record company. "Sometimes dreams end in the dark. If you want to succeed, you have to work hard, because only in this way can we prove the existence of courage." He sang at the end.

But what do you mean? The end? Mark the beginning to the end?

The same person, from a secondhand store to can't holdus

Song Ya can't stop thinking, feeling that the head is not good.

Maybe it's helpful to win public support by holding underground distribution meetings under pseudonyms? But the thought that it might be discovered by Sony and lead to copyright disputes, so he gave up the idea. After all, there is only one more month left for the release. Let's go, and it will be over.

Feet unknowingly stood a little sour, and anxious, but he did not move like a mountain, from entering to now has not moved the place.

“APLUS。”

At 1:30, finally, the two police officers who sent themselves in came. Song Ya was relieved and secretly vowed that he would never let himself come to such a place again, never!

He was not tortured in the whole process. Two police officers sent him to the transit minibus of the court, and there were no other prisoners in it. The investment in Chicago law enforcement units was effective. He saw old Mike, Goodman and Sloan who were greeting him from a distance again, and his throat was choked.

He lifted his chin and got into the minibus. Old Mike should have followed them. The nearby court, which had no fear or danger, was driving on the road for more than ten minutes.

In fact, the bail court is not required to be opened, but it can not take the risk of being judged by the judge as an out of court injunction.

Da da da

After staying in the small waiting room for nearly an hour, song Ya walks in another court passage that he has never experienced on the spot. There is only the sound of the police officers and bailiffs' shoes on the floor, "here we are." One of the bailiffs opened the wooden door, which turned out to be the entrance and exit of the defendant. It was here that sugnette was detained in court in the news.

In the bail court, there is an auditorium, but there is no one. The judge is high above him. There is a recorder. There are bailiffs at each door. His dream lawyer group makes a full seat on one side. His lawyers are "punished" behind them with all kinds of documents and materials prepared.

On the other side were the trio of prosecutors and charltz, who also stood, as if to be the main speaker.

"Good afternoon, aplus."

The judge, a black woman, said hello when she came in.

"Hello, your honor."

I've settled down a little bit, but not necessarily. Sometimes the black elite

"Sit down."

"OK."

Forget it. Don't think about the bad and scare yourself. Sonya goes to the middle of Cochrane and Diane Lockhart and sits down for his free seat.

"Your honor, I just want to remind you that Alexander song, also known as aplus, is a suspect in illegal trading of prohibited technologies with foreign companies. He is at risk of absconding, and the prosecution demands that he not be released on bail." Charlotte's a tough guy when he comes up.

"Your honor."

Wil Gardner, a cross examination expert, is in charge of the court. It has been rumored that the named partner of Chicago's top law firm has a good relationship with local judges and often plays basketball in a club.

But the bail judge is a black woman. He's not going to play basketball with black girls, is he?

Song Ya murmured again."I don't think it's necessary to introduce what kind of public figure our agent is. He is actively engaged in the local public welfare undertakings in Chicago..."

Wil Gardner listed a lot of his good deeds, "and the cause of equal rights, women's rights..."

As the judge was a black woman, wil Gardner asked his assistant to present materials such as his own aid for Michelle's equal rights organization and Claire's women's rights organization, together with other charity certificates, "he is innocent, we think he is being persecuted by the prosecution..."

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

The judge looked directly at Song Ya and said, "aplus, can you guarantee me?"

"Of course, er Of course, your honor. "

Song Yagong stood up and replied: "before I went to New York in second-hand clothes, I lived here, a very bad neighborhood in the South City, but I never participated in any criminal activities, no criminal record, no criminal record. You know, it's not an easy thing to do."

"He's involved in a lot of shooting in hip-hop! I can also list a lot of them. He is also charged with many charges, including rape. When we tear off his mask of hypocrisy, you will know that this is a hidden gang leader and one of the most dangerous people in the United States! "

"If you let him out, it could mean more lives gone," charltz interrupted, pointing to himself

"Shit!"

Will Gardner swearing at him in court, "can the prosecution now openly use the unsubstantiated charges and urban legends as evidence to slander him in court?"

"Watch your words, will."

The judge warned him, "no swearing is allowed in my court."

"Your honor." Diane presented 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 all over the meter at the new year's concert, dedicated to the audience."

“BabaYetu？” The judge did not understand the Swahili language of the chorus, but there was an English translation of the main prayer and the onomatopoeia marked with phonetic symbols for the choir to use, "do you know Swahili and know the Bible?" She asked.

"I don't know, but it's the home language of the president of my record company. She taught me a little. The Bible, of course

Song Ya replied.

"Which one do you like?"

"What?"

"Which of the two do you like?"

"Well, the new and the old like..."

"So he called all the people and his disciples and said to them, if anyone wants to follow me, let him give himself up..." The judge came on the spot for a while and then looked at Song ya.

This is the incision between believers, "Er, er..." Song Ya racked his brains and recalled crazily, "take up his cross?"

"Follow me."

"What?"

"Take up his cross and follow me. The gospel of mark. " The judge finished.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm sorry, your honor." Song Ya wiped sweat.

"Already good." The judge seemed satisfied.

Wil Gardner gave himself a thumbs up as he turned around.

Once again, I repeat that the suspect is a dangerous hypocrite, and his illegal dealings with foreign companies may even involve treason and espionage. In that transaction, he illegally seized millions of profits and caused great losses to the interests of the United States

The judge ignored him and directly picked up the hammer. "Bail is allowed, but you can't leave the U.S. during the bail period, you can't fly in a private aircraft, and the bail money is $2.5 million."

"What!? No, no Song Ya held the back of her head with her hands like sugnette. She thought she was biased towards herself! Damn it, "I'm going on a global tour next year!"

The prosecution is not satisfied, "we can't accept it." Charles protested.

But the judge has knocked down the hammer.

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