The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The vultures were speechless at this time. No one knew better than them what a dum bomb was.

The pilot's survival weapon itself pursues maximum damage at close range. Considering escape, the smaller the noise, the better, so a silenced pistol was chosen.

This type was specially designed for Special G to perform secret missions. It was very powerful at close range and the sound was very small. However, he ignored one thing. Once caught, the hatred level would be directly increased.

"This is their flight manual that was captured before. There is a provision in it that the pilot needs to carefully check the weapons and life-saving equipment he carries before boarding the plane. It is impossible for him not to know that the weapons he carries will harm our personnel. What consequences!”

"So, it doesn't matter whether you aim or not. When he pulls the trigger, he should have anticipated the consequences!"

The prosecutor in the security area took out a flight manual in a foreign language from the document bag and pointed out which item in it. The cover of the manual was a little yellowed. It seemed that it had not been short. He didn't know which box he took it from. This thing that I invented actually came in unexpected use here.

After finishing speaking, the prosecutor directly slapped the flight manual on the wooden fence in front of the vulture so that he could see clearly.

The pilot's eyesight is very good, and the vulture can recognize the model of the fighter jet printed on the cover of the manual at a glance.

The F86 "Saber" is probably the grandfather model of my U2.

"His purpose is to escape. Among the three, only the victim has a weapon in his hand, and it is in a state of being activated. As long as he is hit, his chance of escape will be greatly increased~!"

"No, I didn't~!"

Facing the prosecutor who was lying with his hands outside the fence and looking at him, Vulture's explanation was unusually pale.

"Comrade presiding judge, I would like to invite witness No. [-] to the stage. He was a witness at the time and was also the target person in the vulture photo!"

After pinching the hem of his clothes and looking at the timid eyes of the vulture, the prosecutor picked up the flight manual, faced the trial stand, raised his head and asked for instructions.

"Permission, Witness No. [-]!"

The rich voice spread throughout the hall, and the prosecutor glanced contemptuously at the vulture behind him. What he did was so despicable. No matter which country it is on the world, going back on one's word is synonymous with shame and shame in the dictionary of soldiers. The military uniform on his body.

The heavy wooden door on the right opened again, and everyone looked at Mr. Dalvi standing at the door. Some people were still curious about this bearded man.

"FUK, I swear, you will never go back in your life, you damn bastard, despicable guy!"

Faced with the vulture's glare at him, Dalvi was furious and stared back without hesitation. Prisoners also have dignity, okay? Your act of pretending to surrender is to drive all the Z prisoners to death.

Fortunately, it happened after him, otherwise Dalvi would shudder when he thought about it.

"My name is Dalvi. Maybe everyone can tell that I am not from this country. You read that right. In fact, there is no difference between my identity and his!"

Dalvi, who was standing in the hall, was also someone who had seen big scenes. Facing the gazes of everyone, he introduced himself fluently and pointed to the vulture on the right.

"But, here, I receive the treatment I deserve. No one will take away our personal belongings. I am very grateful to the victim, not because of his identity, but because of his treatment of me and my companions." Respect, and trust.”

"Just a dozen days ago, we released a dove symbolizing peace at the Friendship Building here. Yes, that's right, Mist Lee and I got to know each other thoroughly in front of the building square, and we became friends who talked about everything. Friends, in the saying here, are called turning conflicts into jade and silk!"

Although Dalvi's Chinese pronunciation is very non-standard, everyone can hear the mixed feelings in his heart.

The transformation from opponent to stranger, from stranger to friend, and from friend to confidant is all because of that young man who is still lying in the hospital.

"After we discovered the downed plane, Mister Lee was the first one to rush over. He was very brave. The wing of the plane fell next to us, and there was a swirling fire in the sky, but he still bravely led the way. We rushed forward."

"It's this despicable guy who has no chivalry at all. He hid behind the seats to deceive us and shamefully attacked Mist Lee when he was talking to another translator!"

"You don't deserve to be a soldier~!"

Dalvi, with red eyes, clenched his fists and roared at the vulture. If it weren't for the "MP" with a white helmet next to him, he might have been unable to resist going up to give the vulture a look.

The atmosphere at the scene was very heavy. No one expected that there would be such a tortuous story here. Mister Li, the audience, were really curious.

"No, I just want to survive, what's wrong with me!"

Maybe it was the last sentence that really hurt the vulture's heart. It was so irritating that the blood vessels in his neck burst out. He leaned forward and sprayed towards Dalvi.

"If you want to survive, just be like us. They respect the Geneva Convention. They treat us fairly, respect us, and treat us like friends. They will even give us bread even when they are eating it themselves. Serve meat!”

The two sides were facing each other, with four cameras, two aimed at the vultures and two aimed at Dalvi, clearly recording this passage.

Of course, the amount of saliva spitted by both sides was also relatively high. Overall, Dalvi steadily surpassed the vulture in terms of momentum and voice.

"Your Excellency Officer F, according to the T contract I signed, I should actually go back, but I still chose to come here. Mister Li is a good person, he is really a good person, and he does not deserve to be treated like this."

After describing what he had witnessed, the recorder checked it, and Dalvi signed it. Only then did he feel much better. At least, he was worthy of Li Feng, both as a person and as a person of his trust.

After Dalvi withdrew, whispers of discussion resounded throughout the hall again. This matter was so noisy that even outsiders couldn't stand it. They were filled with indignation and volunteered to testify. How could they not be angry.

Although you couldn't point your nose and curse at the scene, there was a lot of spit from people next to the seats.

"Does the client's defense lawyer have anything else to say? We also have Witness No. [-]!"

While Vulture's fellow villager was racking his brains to think of how to save the situation, the prosecutor asked him in a leisurely manner.

"Sorry, so sorry~!"

Even a top law student has his claws numb at this time. He has all the witnesses and materials, and he can't quibble even if he wants to.

This person still agrees with what Dalvi said. After all, this is how he came here in the first place. However, his curiosity about the culture here prompted him to stay here for 12 years.

What the vulture did, whether it was on the table at the height of the broken ball or just on this land, was indeed very despicable, and even he was very ashamed.

"I am willing to compensate for my actions. I, I, have gold and watches in my survival box. I will try my best to compensate and make up for my mistakes~!"

The vulture, who was scolded, became a little more honest and recognized the reality. Now his life is saved, but it seems not very safe. If this accusation is true, in his hometown, he will have to press a button. In terms of murder, one's own use value is not unlimited.

The two handcuffed hands were spread out. Now he had no other choice. The witness was dead, and the lawyer had no choice but to save himself. "In my survival box, there is a gold chain, a gold pendant, two gold rings, and a watch. There is also 500 knives under the box. I am willing to pay compensation to the victim's family and pray for their forgiveness!"

If what the bearded man just said is correct, then the survival box should be your own thing. Use your own things as compensation to gain understanding. In my hometown, there is settlement compensation.

At this point, money has become an external thing, and he can't see it anyway. He just wants to see if he can exchange for understanding.

After translating the original words of the vulture, the people on the trial platform looked at the prosecutor. They still didn't know whether what the vulture said was true and needed to be verified.

On the prosecutor's side, the three people hurriedly rummaged through the materials they had brought, and after a while, they found a list of supplies.

"Well, there are these things, but the victim is a member of the G family and a member of the military system. Whether he is injured or dies, we will naturally provide treatment and compensation, and it is not your turn!"

The prosecutor's words shattered Vulture's hopes. At this moment, he really regretted why he was so quick.

"The parties involved want to try their best to make up for their mistakes, and hope that the presiding judge can still give them a chance. After all, the vegetative state will also implicate the victim's family, causing them endless pain and busyness!"

Seeing that he was rejected mercilessly, the defense lawyer stood up, bowed to the stage, and frankly expressed his thoughts. He was in a vegetative state. If he stayed alive for a day, he would not be able to get the funeral expenses for a day, and the family would be in trouble. Being dragged through the day.

Even the three-dimensional trial on the stage was entangled at this time.

There is no doubt that the foreign lawyer knows something. If he refuses on behalf of the family without mercy, it will undoubtedly make the family in trouble worse.

The law also needs to be tempered.

"I don't need~!"

The door on the right was opened again, and cold words resounded throughout the courtroom. Huang Yaqin, who looked calm, walked out from behind the door with one hand on his stomach and the other on his waist.

The eyes of everyone present were focused here again, and without exception, their eyes revealed doubts.

who is she.

"Dear presiding judge, and all witnesses, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. I am a family member of the victim!"

The cold voice was so calm that there was no tremor in the voice. Even without the help of a microphone, it was heard throughout the entire hall.

Just as Huang Yaqin was about to bend down to apologize, the three people on the court over there waved their hands at the same time. After all, with such a big belly, there was no way she would be allowed to bend down again.

"No, we are also discussing this matter. Since you are a family member of the victim, you are here at the right time. We will also ask for your opinion!"

The presiding judge looked at the short lesbian. The victim seemed to be from the capital. Unexpectedly, she was pregnant and had traveled thousands of miles to arrive at the scene in person.

When the translator told Vulture that Huang Yaqin was the victim's wife, the pilot felt as if someone had stabbed him in his heart.

What on earth did you do?

If someone has a big belly, wouldn’t he kill their husband?

God, the guilt in his heart caused the vulture to lower its head deeply and hit the wooden fence hard, only to be stopped by the person behind him.

Before the child was born, his father "died" by his own gun. He couldn't help but think of his own body and how his mother struggled to raise him when he was young.

You really deserve to die!

The vulture, which had not taken it seriously before and only wanted to survive, has finally found its conscience. When one sees one's own shadow, or even the existence of one's own shadow, in another person, no one will remain indifferent.

The deep guilt made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Sorry, I'm sorry~!"

He couldn't imagine that there was another one of himself in this world, and it was the result of his own hands. He punched the wooden fence with his fists in hatred.

"I don't accept his apology, and I don't need his compensation. I just hope that my husband will be given an explanation and that what he did should be punished as he deserves!"

Huang Yaqin doesn't like money and gold, but this is her husband's life. He is still lying on a cold hospital bed. Taking this money, Xiao Huang will only think that his hands are dirty.

Now that she is here, she will not just watch the person who shot her husband escape punishment.

Killing for life is a matter of course, and this applies everywhere.

After bowing again, Xiao Huang straightened his back, walked out of the door again, glanced back at the murderer, and then left calmly.

Just like when you entered the door just now, come softly and leave softly.

Father Huang had been standing outside the door. When his daughter came back, he patted his daughter on the back.

"Dad, let's go back!"

Instead of wasting time here, Xiao Huang just wants to go back to Li Feng and let the child in his belly remember that his/her father is a great hero who is upright and upright.

"He is my friend. I am leaving. This is for you. This is a testimony of my friendship with him~!"

Dalvi, who did not leave, spoke curry-flavored English, regardless of whether they could understand him or not. He took off the watch he bought with a year's salary from his wrist and placed it in Huang Yaqin's palm, then turned around. Leave.

In court.

Huang Yaqin said those firm words with a full belly, which was the last sharp sword to stab the vulture.

As the father and daughter left, the gavel struck the table for the last time in the hall.

"Pah, death penalty, suspended for two years~!" (End of chapter)