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Chapter 129 "Yes, I am not alone." (asking for monthly tickets)
"Do you know what 'plea bargain' is?"

"That's the dirtiest trick in this country's justice system!"

six years ago.

Brooklyn Criminal Court.

In an ordinary meeting room, the air was so stagnant that it was suffocating.

Black prosecutor Nixon loosened his tie and tapped his fingers impatiently on the table.

All this was because no matter what he said, the man opposite refused to accept his proposal, which made his attitude become more intense.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? The judge used an exception clause to exclude the DNA and the bloodstains on the clothes!"

"But, but that's DNA evidence. Why can even DNA be ruled out?"

"Rule 403 of the Federal Rules of Evidence states that a judge has the right to exclude evidence when its prejudicial nature outweighs its probative value! You haven't read the law, so I can't explain this to you, Clyde!"

"There are also witnesses! I am the witness! I saw those two beasts in front of me with my own eyes."

"Clyde! You were shot and bleeding, and you were in a semi-comatose state! Your testimony will not be accepted at all!"

Clyde's hands began to shake.

His eyes were red and he stared at the table.

DNA, murder weapon, eyewitnesses... all the evidence is there, yet he can't convict the murderer of his wife and daughter?!

Nick looked at the man on the verge of collapse, sighed, and softened his tone. "Although there's no solid evidence to sentence both men to death, I have good news. The murderer, Darby, has accepted my plea bargain."

"He will act as a tainted witness and identify his accomplices in exchange for a reduced sentence. This will ensure that at least one person is sentenced to death."

Clyde suddenly looked up, staring at the prosecutor representing justice in disbelief, his lips trembling. "Kokodabi is the main culprit. I saw with my own eyes that he was the first to rape my daughter, and he was also the first to use a gun."

"What you saw and heard isn't important!" Nick interrupted sharply. "What's important is what we can prove in court!"

He stood up and looked down at Clyde condescendingly. "I've made the best choice for you. If you don't do this, you'll spend a lot of time and money on this case in the next few years, and you may not even be able to convict both of them!"

Clyde suddenly grabbed Nick's hand tightly, "Please! Please don't make a deal with him. That's my wife and child. I'm willing to do anything to get them convicted."

Nick gently pried his fingers apart. "Sorry, Clyde, the plea bargain has been agreed upon."

"What? How could you?"

"This is how the justice system works. I know you're not happy with it, but this is the best possible outcome."

After saying that, Nick pursed his lips, tried to avoid the other person's gaze, picked up his briefcase, and left.

Outside the door, another colleague had been waiting for a long time.

When he saw Nick nod slightly at him, a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He patted Nick on the shoulder and congratulated him, "With this case completed, your conviction rate has reached 98%, which is an amazing statistic."

Upon hearing this, the gloom on Nick's face disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows proudly: "Call everyone in the office, I'll treat you tonight."

"Where's Sheila? That new assistant is your little fangirl." A colleague teased.

"Hahaha, of course, let's ask her to come along."

At this moment, in the conference room, laughter could be heard outside.

The tears in the eyes of the man who lost everything gradually dried up.

Puzzled.

despair.

finally--

Turned into a fierce and murderous light.

Time returns to the present.

The warehouse door was pushed open from the inside by a hand. After taking a deep breath of the relatively fresh air outside, Rorschach couldn't help but look back.

Under the dim light, a man who remained absolutely calm even though his heart was burning with murderous intent was meticulously wiping each weapon.

His movements were as precise as a machine. On a yellowed list, the names of those seeking revenge were ticked off one by one.

Perhaps he knew that it would be impossible to stop or report him with Rorschach's identity, or perhaps after years of fighting alone, he needed an audience to vent his pent-up desire for revenge.

So just now, Clyde had told him everything that had happened, even his revenge plan.

When the story ended, Clyde looked at Rorschach with a look of anticipation, like a student who had completed a masterpiece and was waiting for appreciation.

After all, with his former military background and trading channels with the Pentagon, it is not difficult to understand what the man in front of him has done under the cover of the media.

This is a man who is even more paranoid and crazy than him on the road of revenge!
And Rorschach did give a positive answer.

The plan designed by this husband who wanted to avenge his wife and daughter was perfect.

Within three days, he will be able to manipulate the entire New York judicial system at his fingertips and bring disaster to the city's politicians.

Faced with such an Avenger who has both strategy and execution ability, there is actually not much Rorschach can do.

He only needed to do some simple checking and filling in the gaps - to help this fellow and let the flame of revenge burn more perfectly!
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The next day, early in the morning.

After checking several properties under Clyde's name, the New York police finally arrested him in a remote wooden house in Queens.

At the scene of the arrest, Clyde was naked. When he saw the police, he immediately surrendered, put his hands on his head, and knelt on the ground.

There was no resistance at all.

The police have no excuse to do some American-style Iai.

In the interrogation room.

Prosecutor Nick looked at the man in front of him and felt a little uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that the law-abiding citizen back then would now dare to secretly replace the death penalty drugs in prison and kidnap Darby who had been released.

"You disappoint me, Clyde."

Nick sighed, "You have a wealthy fortune, a brilliant mind, and a strong body. You could have started a new life, but you chose to walk yourself into the quagmire."

He looked directly at the other person and said, "You were the one who secretly replaced the drugs used in the lethal injection, right? And Darby, if I'm not mistaken, he has already been killed by you."

"hehe."

Clyde smiled slightly and nodded in agreement, "I am indeed the person who wants to kill them the most in this world. Every night in my dreams, I kill them thousands of times."

"So you planned these two murders?" Nick wrote down with a cold face.

"I planned it countless times, over and over in my mind, for six years."

"Very well, I think our conversation is over."

Nick put away his notes and prepared to leave, but was stopped by Clyde:

"Nick, I suggest you cancel your lunch with the judge today. And for the next two days as well. You'll be very busy soon." "I don't think you understand yet, Clyde." Nick turned to look at him. "I've already recorded your confession. After the court session this afternoon, you'll be thrown into jail."

"is it?"

Clyde shrugged and replied calmly, "I just said that I wanted those two criminals dead and that I had planned to kill them. Is that a crime? I didn't admit any crime at all."

Nick pointed at him sharply, "Stop pretending, Clyde! We all know it was you who did this!"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Clyde's expressionless face.

He slowly raised his head, staring at the prosecutor who had troubled him for six years, and asked softly, "Do you remember what you said back then?"

"What?" Nick frowned.

"What you see and hear is not important! What matters is what you can prove in court!" Clyde suddenly shouted, his voice exploding in the interrogation room.

Nick gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger: "You can make conditions. Tell me the conditions for your confession."

"Pfft hahaha!"

Clyde suddenly laughed. "Look, Nick, if I'm not mistaken, this is your favorite plea bargain? To maintain your impressive conviction rate?"

"You don't have to mention it, but sooner or later we will find evidence to convict you!" Nick said expressionlessly.

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then, let's get a Simmons mattress ready. I'm not used to the hard beds in prison."

"."

Police officers immediately surrounded them in the corridor.

The next second, they heard the prosecutor with the highest conviction rate in New York coldly order: "Prepare a Simmons mattress."

"This"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but had no choice but to carry out this ridiculous order.

"Nick." The tall female assistant Sheila couldn't help but ask, "If we give in like this, we'll have to wait until the next interrogation."

"Don't worry, next time I'll come to him with evidence that can nail him!"

Nick turned to look at his assistant and said seriously, "Prepare the materials. When the court opens this afternoon, even if there is no evidence, he cannot be released on bail. Lock him up first!"

"It should be fine." Sheila frowned and replied, "Judging from Clyde's attitude, he seems to be ready to go to jail."

Nick took a last look at Clyde, who was resting with his eyes closed behind the glass. His years of prosecutor's intuition made him feel uneasy.

He always felt that there might be some unexpected situations in the afternoon trial.

And the fact was exactly as he expected.

in court.

Clyde, handcuffed, was making an impassioned speech:
"According to the Fourth Amendment, which excludes illegally obtained evidence, there is absolutely no possibility of convicting me based on the evidence the prosecution currently has!"

"Under the Fifth Amendment's presumption of innocence, the prosecutor bears the full burden of proof, and if the case cannot be proven 'beyond a reasonable doubt,' the jury must find the defendant not guilty."

"I'm a law-abiding citizen, a husband who lost his wife and daughter! This is the first time I've been accused of a crime, and I didn't even resist when I was arrested!"

"To forcibly detain me and deny me bail without any valid evidence is an outrage and a step backwards."

"Haven't we learned our lesson from Dave MacDonald's case, case number 041325?"

The judge and jury fell silent.

Nick and Sheila at the next table also looked at each other in shock.

When did this guy become so familiar with legal provisions and cases?

Clyde looked at Nick's stunned expression and chuckled. "Relax, Mr. Attorney. Six years ago, you said I didn't understand the law, so I've been studying some legal books over the past six years. I've found it's easier than I thought."

After communicating with the jury, the judge also made the final judgment.

"Because the prosecution has no convincing evidence to justify the restraint of Mr. Shelton, I will grant bail at the amount of."

"clap clap"

Just when Nick was feeling depressed, applause suddenly broke out beside him.

Clyde clapped his hands and looked at the judge with a sarcastic look:
"So, you're letting me go? Even though I obviously killed those two bastards, you're still going to let me go?! Is this the judge's verdict?"

"Excuse me?" The female judge frowned and looked at Clyde.

"Fake Squid!"

Clyde suddenly flew into a rage, yelling, "Do you think I've forgotten you? Six years ago, you were the one who judged my wife and daughter's case! Six years later, you're still a blind loser! I just made up a few cases and you believed them! Do you even deserve to wear this robe?!"

This statement completely shocked everyone in the court.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The female judge reacted and slammed the gavel angrily: "Bail denied!"

But Clyde continued to curse her angrily until the bailiffs arrived and took him back.

Listening to Clyde's cursing voice gradually fading away, Nick looked at his female assistant strangely.

"Is this guy trying to avoid legal punishment by claiming to be insane?"

This is not without precedent; there are far too many cases in this country where people have relied on mental illness to escape conviction.

Sheila looked at the direction Clyde left and shook her head slightly, also confused.

The judge had clearly agreed to release him on bail, but he suddenly changed his usual behavior and started swearing and showing contempt for the court. It's all so strange.

At this moment, Nick's cell phone suddenly rang.

After answering the phone, his expression changed suddenly.

In the prison cell, Clyde was lying comfortably on a Simmons mattress. After nodding politely to his cellmate, he closed his eyes and rested, swaying on his toes as if waiting for something.

Soon, the person he was waiting for arrived.

Nick rushed in with a group of policemen.

"You Sangaofu bitch!" Nick cursed fiercely, "The lawyer who defended Darby and the others six years ago disappeared! Did you do it too? You're not alone, you have accomplices!"

Clyde glanced at him lazily and said indifferently, "You want to know? Why not use your 'plea bargain' trick and ask."

"What do you want?" Nick suppressed his anger.

"A 20-ounce prime steak from Denny's, medium rare, slightly burnt, with French fries, asparagus, and creamed cucumbers."

Clyde said casually, "Get him there by 1:30 p.m., and I'll tell you where he is."

Although Nick and others were angry, they could only try their best to meet the other party's demands under the current circumstances.

Just as everyone turned away angrily, Clyde suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Nick, you just asked me if I had any accomplices."

He looked directly into Nick's eyes, a chilling smile forming on his lips.
"Yes, I'm not alone."

(End of this chapter)