Abyss Train

Chapter 837 Tantrum④ · Judge's Iron Fist
[Part①·Possessed by a Ghost]
"This is the last questioning before the trial. It's not an interrogation of you. You are going to be a witness, Ben Rickett."

The sheriff is trying to get you to tell him something in the interrogation room -

—You know, this is a common situation. You've seen it too many times.

But you don't want to lie anymore. Maybe it would be more comfortable to stay in a cell for the rest of your life. At least you have a clear goal, which is to live to death.

This goal is a luxury for the vast majority of Americans.

“I did the murders in the Bay Area.”

The county police were not surprised at all, and instead began to persuade you.

"You have no blood relationship with those two little beasts, Ansai and Rhodes. I have checked you, Mr. Ben."

"You have a history of drug abuse, and you're a police officer—"

"—You revoked the prosecutor's daughter's driver's license and fined her two thousand dollars."

"The Orlando Police Department has more or less heard about this, but that's no reason for you to cover up for a criminal."

You are a little scared and dazed, as if you and the police officer in charge of the interrogation are not speaking the same language, and there is a thick barrier between you.

You always just want to tell the truth, but now telling the truth has become a privilege, an unimaginable and unattainable power.

"I really"

The police officer was a little impatient: "Since you said that, then let me ask you, Mr. Ben, who do you work for?"

“That’s it.” You were speechless and suddenly speechless.

Because you really don't know who you killed, what is the name of that top YouTuber? You don't even know his real name!

The police officer then asked: "What about the second one? You said that on the beach, you beat out the implant of a female anchor, leaving her face covered in blood and disfigured, and no one came to treat her. You didn't call the police, right?"

You are getting more and more uneasy: “Yes.”

"She was indeed dead, but unlike what you said, she was still alive, and then she found that her live broadcast room was blocked." The police officer emphasized: "She didn't have time to treat her injuries, but kept calling YouTube to ask her to resume broadcasting. She was also calling advertisers - constantly calling."

"Through the phone records, we know that her business orders have been reduced by more than half. She has no chance of turning things around."

"She couldn't pay her car loan and credit card bills next month, so she committed suicide by jumping off a building."

Hearing this, you started crying again -

—You don’t want to do this, you know, the demons in your head seem to have taken over.

You kept wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes, almost crying.

"No, officer, I didn't mean to do that."

"I was overcome by rage and I felt she was lying"

"I don't understand why so many people, so many people, are willing to give their hard-earned money to people who have nothing to do with their lives - and are willing to listen to these lies."

"I don't."

"Ben Rickett." The police officer interrupted you coldly: "Don't discuss things that are not related to the case. Your behavior now makes people more suspicious. You are not an unforgivable criminal - you are just an insider."

"Perhaps you are protecting Ansai and Rhodes. Do you think these two brats can be saved? Can they still accept social reform? Do they have a chance to become a person who is valuable and has a positive influence on the United States?"

"They killed the chief of Orlando. There is suspicion of a terrorist attack and retaliation against the police. This is an aggravated crime!"

"You used to be a police officer, how could you fall to such a level? Just because you were soft-hearted? Are you going to protect them?"

You can hardly speak, and keep shaking your head: "No, I don't mean to protect them. I also killed the man behind, in the motel. There must be surveillance video, right? At the exit of the parking lot."

"No, it was just a traffic accident." The police officer denied it flatly: "The on-site surveillance showed that the freight vehicle was driving normally from the exit to the road in the direction of Green Palm. This idiot was going to enter the parking lot from the exit, and was suddenly squeezed into the oncoming traffic."

"We don't have cameras that comprehensive, and Miami is very particular about privacy."

"You also want to say that you were the one driving at the time?"

You immediately responded, "Is there a fingerprint test?"

"This cannot be the key evidence, Mr. Ben." The police officer shook his head: "You must sit in the witness box and accuse Rhodes and Ansai of intentional homicide - this is your mission."

They didn't give you any chance, even if you confessed your guilt.

It seems that these three murders have nothing to do with you in an instant.

——This ridiculous judicial system makes you feel cold all over and you feel like you are living in a primitive tribe.

Ansai and Rhodes really deserve to die! You have no intention of protecting them at all.

And you deserve to die, too! Ben Rickett!
This world is so gentle that it can accept a large group of idiots and a bunch of liars, and allow them to live peacefully, eat and drink their fill, and enjoy a free life.

Only you, you set yourself on fire, and the phantom pain brought by the flame is so fierce, it almost pierces your heart and bones, making you feel unbearable pain.

You raised your head and looked into the cold headlights of the interrogation room.

"When will the trial begin?"

Police officer: "This afternoon, I will ask the bailiff to take you there."

"Which court?" You only care about the trial process. Maybe there is still a chance to overturn the verdict in court, and you can find the key to prison.

The police officer shook his head helplessly: "The Orlando County Court in Florida is a small, remote court. There have been too many cases recently."

Twenty minutes later, you were taken to the county court along with six other criminals.

As for why you, a witness, are being held with criminals? Because you have another case - you owe a student loan to the University of Florida, so you need a trial for this civil lawsuit, and the guarantee agency has brought you to court.

Your case is scheduled last, and the previous ones are all talented and unique people in Florida.

In addition to Ansai and Rhodes, there is another gang member with a bad temper.

The presiding judge was an elderly white man named Hank Lewis.

You know him, a tough guy who often appears in various MEME videos as a Twitter celebrity. He likes to bang on the table and use pawns as projectiles to hit criminals when they are in contempt of court.

His temper is worse than that of a criminal - but he has the support of the procuratorate in everything, and he is in his seventies and still has not retired.

The previous trial had not yet ended, and there were only four bailiffs guarding the prisoner on the scene.

It can be seen that the police force at the county court is very tight.

If nothing unexpected happens, it seems like another accident is going to happen - and you realize that this is not a good sign.

[Part②·Raging]
There were not many people on the jury. There were only two lawyers from the legal aid department who were arguing about something. Perhaps they were trying to turn around their careers. These lawyers never talked about justice. If they won, they could show their superior strength and then find the right sponsor.

On the other side, Rhodes was eager to try. He said to Ansai beside him: "I want to run."

Ansai followed and whispered, "How to run?"

Rhodes: "From the back door, there are only two people watching us. Even if one person comes after us, we can run separately." You quickly said: "Can you outrun a bullet, Rhodes?"

Rhodes: "I don't care. The stinky policeman who escorted me said that I would be in prison for at least 20 years. Who wants to stay in prison for 20 years?"

Ansai smiled and said, "Yes, the bail is 7,500 dollars. Where can I get so much money from?"

Rhodes sneered, "Besides, they won't shoot. We are still handcuffed, and these marshals are not as ruthless as the county police or the state police. As long as we run fast enough, they can't catch up with us even if they pull out their Tasers."

The reporter who was recording the trial turned his camera around.

Rhodes remained undeterred and raised his middle finger towards the camera.

The other white guy next to Ansai also began to get restless.

——It seemed that he had heard the black brothers’ plan and was ready to run away.

You decide to do something, and as you stand up from your chair, the bailiff immediately tells you—

"—It's not your turn yet! Ben! Sit down!"

At this moment, Judge Hank banged the gavel.

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"The verdict is as follows: the suspect is guilty of burglary, rape, and manslaughter and is sentenced to 160 years in prison."

The criminal in the dock was almost stunned.

——Because this was not what he expected.

Judge Hank was confident and dignified, and spoke to the defendant fiercely.

"You killed Jennifer's family, raped a pregnant woman, and killed her thirteen-year-old daughter! What's wrong? Do you still want to get out of prison? You can be paroled after twenty years of a life sentence! I sentence you to one hundred and sixty years, and you will die in prison! Bastard!"

The defendant seemed unable to accept the verdict. He was so angry that he suddenly stood up from the defendant's seat, grabbed a chair with all his strength, and threw it at the old judge!
At this moment, the bailiff who was guarding you rushed to subdue the defendant.

Rhodes did not hesitate. He was a boy who was very good at seizing opportunities, and he rushed out of the courtroom.

Ansai followed closely behind, and then the white guy who had been hesitating - he also ran after him!

There were three other criminals at the scene. Another bailiff was hesitant and wanted to draw his gun but was afraid of accidentally shooting innocent people at the scene.

Instead of sitting there and waiting for death, you ran out!

Mr. Hank took off his judicial robes in court and chased out, cursing.

The two bailiffs guarding the gate did not react at all. Their fat bodies seemed to slow down their brains!
Rhodes rushed into the emergency passage and ran all the way downstairs. Ansai followed his brother closely. Because he couldn't swing his arms, his body suddenly lost balance and he fell. He quickly got up with blood all over his face.

"Hahahahahaha!" Rhodes' laughter echoed in the stairwell.

Ansai was also laughing, as if this was just a game.

If you want to catch these two little beasts, at least make sure they receive procedural justice!
If they ran away, it would probably be the beginning of another tragedy. The sentence made by old Judge Hank just now was the best example - the murderer who broke into the house and robbed it showed no remorse at all. When he heard that he was sentenced to 160 years, he seemed to feel wronged! ?

When they reached the first floor, Rhodes had already run outside and onto the street.

You see Ansai in his yellow prison uniform. He falls again. It seems that the drugs have completely destroyed his motor nerves—yes, and you too.

You were gasping for breath, unable to imagine why your body had become so weak.

It's only been three years, only three years since I left the police force!

You're almost a cripple, Ben Rickett!
Catch him and keep him here!
At least judicial justice cannot be tarnished by these two beasts again.

"Fuck it! Take my punch!"

The old judge followed and kicked the panicked white guy down.

Then Hank comes like a god, two or three old punches that make you see stars. This old man in his seventies is still as powerful as ever. After knocking you down, he immediately rushes to Ansai - catch the brown-skinned kid and beat him up!
You have no idea what's happening, it's like being kicked in the head by a wild horse!
The old judge's fists are covered in blood. It seems that the beating is not enough for him, so he turns around and punches you twice more.

"—don't try to escape from my court! Fucking nigger! And you!"

"Why are you running?! Hey!"

Hank grabbed the white guy by the collar and pulled the terrified guy with blood all over his face to him.

"Why are you running!"

The white guy shook his head, feeling dizzy.

"You were driving drunk! Why were you running after these guys?" Hank yelled, "You can get out of jail today! You can get out of jail by paying two thousand dollars?! Why are you running?"

White guy: "I don't know. I saw them running and I was scared. I wanted to run too, but I was afraid I couldn't run."

Judge Hank was incredulous. "Oh my God! Now you're going to face a sentence of more than six months! You little brat! Can't you lie? Why don't you change your story?!"

The white guy shook his head: "Change your words? Change what?"

"You can say you ran out to catch niggers!" Hank covered his face and threw away the confused and stupid drunkard.

He beat and kicked you, not sparing any of you, not even his white compatriots.

This judge was upright and even had an evil aura. He had been in the profession for many years and had seen similar scenes before. He could run faster and was more skilled than the criminals.

Because all kinds of accidents may happen during the trial, there was once a gang of criminals who chose a pen from the defense lawyer's stationery and wanted to assassinate the witness in court.

This is not some anecdote; it is what actually happens in U.S. courts.

A gunshot brought you back to reality, followed by continuous gunfire in the block.

You crawled a few steps outside and saw Rhodes lying in a pool of blood, and finally gave up all your fantasies.

This guy never had the chance to stand in the dock. He lost all his power, including the power to be a "suspect". He became a dead man.

Four county police officers surrounded him, as if they had been prepared to lynch him as soon as this guy ran out of the corridor to avenge the retired police chief.

You don't know how you got through this day.

In addition to Ansai's trial, you will need to provide some strange testimony.

Then Hank sat back down in his seat and put his robes back on.

The old judge ruled that since you are unable to repay the debt, you must perform seven to fifteen days of public community service and find another job in the human resources department of a relief center.

As for Ansai, he was sentenced to forty-five years in prison, similar to his previous sentence, with no chance of parole.

You were returned to the detention center, and your escape from court was deemed to be under the influence of mental illness.

Yes, you have schizophrenia, which is certified by an authoritative doctor. This cannot constitute the fundamental basis for a criminal offense, and your testimony is invalid. It can only serve as a reference for the jury and the judge, and cannot be key evidence.

You slept in the cage, and tomorrow morning -

——A new creation again.

(End of this chapter)