America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 371 Judgment
There were also fights and people were caught.

But what Chen Jianqiu is thinking about now, these things are by no means accidental.

Whenever this kind of thing happens, it is mostly politicians who are behind it.

This is a card.

The best card Scott could think of.

Sure enough, within the next week.

All over New Mexico, some frictions between whites and local Chinese began to appear.

The beginning of these things often comes from the provocation of a few white people.

The newspapers controlled by the Republican Party followed suit and began to report on these frictions at length.

They deliberately exaggerated the seriousness of the incident, exaggerated the impact of the incident, and vilified the image of the Chinese.

For example, the Chinese in New Mexico are depriving local white workers, and even Mexican workers, of job opportunities.

For another example, the living habits of these Chinese laborers have already brought troubles to the people of New Mexico.

A lot of it is cliché, just like what was published in those California newspapers before.

It's just that they kept pace with the times and added the bill, claiming that the origin of citizenship of these Chinese is unknown and should be investigated.

Scott is trying to turn New Mexico into a second California.

His plan is divided into several steps.

The first step is to send people to create trouble, and then let the Republican newspaper fan the flames.

The second step is to bring people around to give speeches, propagating the "Yellow Peril Theory", and directing the contradiction to Chen Jianqiu and the connivance of the Democratic Party.

The third step is to mobilize the people and even the militia to further create friction around Roswell.

Based on his understanding of Chen Jianqiu, this man will never swallow his anger, but no matter whether he directly leads the militia to take action or joins forces with Mexico.

The federal army stationed near him will clean him up.

At that time, no one will dare to protect him.

Although this move may cause chaos in New Mexico, it may also cause many deaths.

But Scott didn't care.

With the federal army wiping his ass, what is he afraid of.

Scott thought the plan was seamless.

However, what he never expected was that this plan would remain at the first step forever.

Because of something more exciting than a Chinese brawl, it attracted the attention of everyone in New Mexico.

The current state congressman, the leader of the Republican party, and the leader of the Santa Fe political group, that is, Scott, was sued by a Mexican businessman.

Charged with killing his father.

This incident was disclosed in the "Santa Fe Star" and other Democratic newspapers.

These newspapers began to publish Scott's crimes one after another, and only Scott's crimes were published.

All the spearheads were focused on Scott alone.

More and more people sued him, like mushrooms after rain, and appeared in Santa Fe, Albuquerque and other places at the same time.

With the deepening of the reports, it was found that the crimes of this senator were too numerous to list, involving corruption, bribery, kidnapping, murder, etc., and they could not be published in a week or two.

Scott wasn't worried about it at first.

Because the judges in several big cities in New Mexico are all his people.

He began to let the newspapers he controlled fight back as he had done with the slanders of the past.

But this only fueled the fermentation of the incident itself.

Scott felt a little strange. He asked his subordinates to collect those newspapers and hand them over to him.

The more he read those reports, the more frightened he became.

It is more detailed and accurate than the previous report on the governor.

In the weeks that followed, it wasn't just the Democratic papers that were fighting.

In the central squares of various cities, people gave speeches, criticizing political corruption in New Mexico.

Even an old silverfish and murderer like Scott has not been brought to justice, but has been in control of state politics for many years.

This is simply a disgrace to American democracy!

Everything started to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Public grievances boiled over, and public opinion turned. He, Scott, became the target of public criticism and became a street rat.

Even theaters in Santa Fe began rehearsing for Scott's story.

Anyway, the details are clearly written in the newspaper, and after a little processing, it becomes a script.

Scolding Scott is now a traffic password, tickets are easy to sell.

Scott began to receive court notices to appear.

Because the evidence provided by the plaintiffs was too sufficient, they had to choose to file a case.

At the beginning, with the help of a lawyer, he could cope with it calmly, but in the end, he was only exhausted.

And today, Scott had to face the hearing of his case in the state Supreme Court.

He was prosecuted by a Democratic state attorney.

"As I said, these allegations are unreasonable. My lawyer will explain to the court whether the chain of evidence is logical."

Scott stood on the dock with a tired expression, but there was a hint of arrogance in his words.

This caused bursts of dissatisfaction on the jury side.

The old man used to be out of reach in the eyes of most of them.

But you're now in a lawsuit, what the fuck?
Scott's lawyer cleared his throat:
"As my client said, the evidence does not prove the crimes he committed, and I will explain them to the court below."

He began to defend point by point.

According to him, the prosecutors accused a lawyer named Dylan of the robbery, robbery and murder.

Without his testimony, these allegations are very difficult to establish, and they are considered dead without proof.

"Where is this lawyer now?" the judge asked.

"I resigned a long time ago. I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know exactly where he went." Scott said.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This man died long ago, and he didn't even know where his body was buried.Where are you going to find him?
The prosecutor raised his hand towards the judge:

"Your Honor, he almost died, but he is still alive!"

A man in a suit and top hat walked into the courtroom under the gaze of everyone.

He went to the witness stand and took off his hat.

Scott's eyes froze.

Who is this person, not Lawyer Dylan?
"Your Honor, I am Dylan. Most of the allegations submitted by the prosecutors were done at the behest of Scott, or provided advice for him!"

Dylan said slowly while handing over his identification to the staff.

"I protest! The prosecution has provided new witnesses without communication. We cannot accept it!" Scott's lawyer shouted.

However, the judge stated that the protest was invalid and motioned Dylan to continue.

Dylan looked at Scott's lawyer, his eyes were cold and frightening:

"I used to be his lawyer, but just three years ago, he tried to kill me!"

Scott's lawyer was a little at a loss. He glanced at Scott and felt that this person was a little strange.

Scott closed his eyes dejectedly.

This lawsuit can no longer be fought.

In the end, almost all charges against the Republican party leader were established.

He was thrown into prison.

What awaits him is life imprisonment.

However, Scott doesn't think so.

Perhaps, his political career has come to an end, but he will never spend the rest of his days in prison.

Having been operating in New Mexico for many years, he has long prepared his back road.

A few months later, one night outside Santa Fe.

A carriage quietly drove out of the prison in the western suburbs of Santa Fe.

Scott sat in the carriage.

He was going to leave the New Mexico border, go to Canada, or go to Europe, in short, to live in another place.

Or maybe, he will come back, in a different way.

Scott began to close his eyes and meditate. This trip will be very long and tiring.

However, for some reason, the carriage stopped.

The old man felt a little strange.

He opened the curtain of the carriage and looked outside.

In the moonlight, he saw a man standing beside a black horse, smoking a cigarette with his back to him.

Around the man's waist were two golden revolvers.

He finished his cigarette and turned around, grinning at Scott.

This smile made the old man feel cold all over his body.

"Chen Jian."

Before Scott finished speaking, a gunshot sounded in the wilderness.

Chen Jianqiu put the revolver back into the holster on his waist.

He glanced at Scott's body, and just said softly to the coachman:
"Find a place and bury it."

(End of this chapter)