Chicago 1990

Barron drove the car with a dazed expression, haggard as if he was ten years older than the lawyer who had just been questioning in prison, when suddenly the car bumped violently and made a squeaking noise before he noticed it. Feeling that the right wheel had been pushed out of the road, he hurriedly made a direction to save him.

Toot!

A car that wanted to overtake from the left honked its horn frantically. He was about to beckon to apologize, only to discover that the opponent was the disgusting stormtrooper. They all stuck their heads out of the car and stared at him silly. Old stuff, the car is too scared to drive!?" Vic laughed loudly.

Rolling down the car window, sticking out the middle finger, but in exchange for a louder laughter, fortunately, they had no intention of entanglement, and quickly left themselves far behind their heads and disappeared into the front curve.

Just after closing the car window, the phone rang.

"Are you Barron representing Lori? There are rumors that he brutally killed one in prison last night..."

"Hey! Please wait." He interrupted the other party's question, "You are..."

The other party reported the name of the media he was working for, "Can you tell me the details? Attorney Barron."

"How did you get my phone number? And..." He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Where did you get the internal prison news at this time?"

"Mr. Barron, it is inconvenient for me to disclose the source of my information. Do you have anything to say through the media? Is there any other inside information in this case?" the other party continued to ask.

"Sorry, I have nothing to comment at the moment."

After hanging up the phone and being disturbed by these two incidents, his mental state recovered a bit, he simply turned the car into the fork road leading to the suburbs and kept driving.

The phone rang a few more times, and the number of the call was all unfamiliar. He didn't answer at all, but he could feel that the media knew it all. Turning on the radio, he really heard, "The former hip-hop star Little Lori is suspected of murdering a cellmate. The police have intervened." "Investigation" and so on.

The scenery outside the window became more and more desolate. He saw a lone public telephone booth standing on the side of the road, suddenly slowing down, and at the same time carefully observed the front, back, left, and right until he confirmed that there was no one nearby, and there was no car, then he pulled over. .

But he did not get down the first time, but sat in a daze in the car.

At this time, the phone rang again. He picked it up and looked at it. It was APLUS's personal lawyer Goodman who called. Needless to say, it must be for information.

"Hey, Goodman." He pressed the answer button.

"What's wrong with Lori? APLUS asked me just now." Goodman asked straightaway.

"Uh, he's a bit troublesome. I didn't make it clear on the phone. I'll go and explain to him in person when I'm free." Barron answered.

"Ah, don't come, this time..." Goodman said: "Everyone is a lawyer, you can briefly describe it."

Alas, that cunning young man like a fox, Goodman followed him to make a fortune, why is Little Lori so stupid?Barron felt sorry for himself for a while, "Okay, it's like this..." He concealed the paragraph where the prosecutor proposed the prosecution bargain, and transferred the homicide that the other party admitted when he saw Lori in the morning and the prison's abnormal transfer. The prison act said it again.

"Second-degree murder? Do you feel that the success rate of defending a murder in self-defense is high?" Goodman asked.

"I'm not sure, there is a lack of eyewitnesses. The prisoners don't know how they will testify. Maybe the prison will cooperate with the behind-the-scenes to use the terms of a reduced sentence to pull out prisoners who are willing to cooperate with them as prosecution witnesses..." Barron understood very well. Inside, "Can you let APLUS use his upper-level relationship to help?"

"Behind the scenes?" Goodman ignored his request.

"Yes……"

Barron couldn't tell the young prosecutor's offer of the deal, so he had to say: "Anyway, this matter has revealed abnormalities from beginning to end."

"Oh, by the way, don't you really know where Old Joe went?"

"I really do not know."

"Okay, I see." Goodman hung up directly.

"Asshole!"

Barron cursed at the phone.

"Yo!" After waiting for about ten minutes, the public phone rang, and there was little Binny in the conversation, oh no, Sinaloa's violent voice, "Who is looking for me? Huh? Talk!"

"Uh...cough cough."

Barron cleared his throat. "I'm Barron."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Sinaloa didn't seem to see the news, and was in a good mood. "How long will I have to wait to get Brother Lowry out of prison?"

"Uh...that's it, this morning..."

Barron took a deep breath and tried to use a calm tone to arrest Little Lowry for second-degree murder. The whole case will last for a year or a half. Even if the fight is over, he may not get the best result of self-defense murder. Tell.

"So he can't get out now, right?" Sinaloa asked.

"It's almost impossible to come out in a year, there are two lawsuits to fight, and..."

"Fxxk! You incompetent lawyer! I blame you! I blame you!"

Sinaloa suddenly furious, "You...you M-Fxxk must get him out, you must do it! Otherwise...or I will kill you!"

With a bang, a busy tone came from the microphone.

Barron held the microphone for a while before he came back to his senses, and quickly dialed the phone at home, "Honey, call my daughter, and take her children to the tropics together? Chicago is too cold, go Okay, pack things now...I don't have time...no problem, it's all mine, I'll write the check."

"call……"

Barron came out of the phone booth, his body was soaked, and he tremblingly took out the handkerchief from his pocket, and kept wiping the sweat from his face and neck. He sat in the car again. There were many missed calls on his phone. After flipping, only Goodman's number was familiar, so he called back.

"APLUS wants to see you, you are..." Goodman reported an address.

There is hope in his heart that APLUS is very energetic in Chicago. With his help, maybe things will turn around?

He quickly drove the car back to the city. In a high-rise parking lot, he saw the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz that APLUS often sits with, and Mavota stood by the car.

"Hey..." After getting out of the car and saying hello, Mavota opened the back seat door and let him in.

"Barron, long time no see."

The young man in front of him smiled calmly and put down the magazine in his hand, "What's wrong with you? I think you are not in good condition?"

"It's not the trouble with Little Lori." How did this guy become so strong after becoming a billionaire?Barron felt himself short before he knew it, and hugged him cautiously, "You have to help us, otherwise..."

"Sorry, Barron, you have to stand up."

The old Mike in the driver's seat said: "Put your body on the back of the front seat, yes, like the movie Godfather plays..."

"WTF?" Barron suddenly felt insulted. He looked at APLUS, and the young people around him had already cast their eyes out of the window.

"Please cooperate, it's all old bones, help each other out." Old Mike said.

He had to stand up halfway and search old Mike, "Hey! Where are you touching?!"

"I'm really sorry, it's okay, no weapons, no bugs." Old McLeiss finished the search.

"What are you doing!? APLUS, you think you can now be above our hapless guys, don't you Nger!?" Damn, got angry out of black accent.

"Barron."

Song Ya stopped being polite to him, "Your client caused me trouble, okay? What happened last night?"

"He stabbed the cellmate to death. He made his own mind. If you are troubled by anything, this result is a good thing for you to some extent! No, a great thing!" Barron suddenly flashed his mind after speaking. A bold and terrifying guess, eyes involuntarily fixed on the young man in front of him.

"Fxxk, I don't think that is a good thing now. What do I want? Huh? Barron, what I want is stability, what I want is not to be dragged down by the bad people and bad things on the street..."

Song Yakan talked freely, "My career, the family can't come out today because of Little Lori or other lunatics, and come out tomorrow. You are a lawyer. We passed Lao Qiao and Barb a long time ago. Luo met, do you know why I used Goodman to take care of Tony’s case? Because there is always some unpredictable lunatic behind you. You can’t do this, understand? You are now A choice must be made..."

Barron looked at the successful Nger in front of him, his mouth moved, a mouthful of a lunatic, all his attention was on it, he knew who the other party was alluding to, he understood it all, this guy was really damn hypocritical, but... he Can you have such a powerful energy in Chicago?

Those prosecutors, wardens, stormtroopers...

"Do you agree with me? Barron?"

"what?"

"Do you agree with me?"

"I..." Knowing that it's time to make a decision, "I agree, you are right APLUS."

"Well, let's solve this together, Mavota." Song Ya greeted the outside.

"Hey..." The co-pilot's door was opened by Mavota, and the bald captain of the stormtrooper who had just met got in, "Barron, you have now joined our 24-hour witness protection plan..." He lost Come over a document, "You are a lawyer, you can try it yourself, right?"

"What about APLUS?" Barron looked at Song Ya, "Don't he need to sign?"

"I don't need to..." Song Ya looked like a sage who had nothing to do with everything, "I have sublimated, I am detached."

The bait is only oneself, Barron has no F to say, maybe everyone wants to get rid of that lunatic, or get rid of...

He finished reviewing the document, signed it, and was frustrated and taken away by Vic McGee.

"Goodbye, Barron, after finishing this matter, I may be able to give you some business, don't be the agent of those dangerous elements." Song Ya's voice sounded from behind.

"Ho! Your car is also good, BMW?"

Vic and one of his men got directly into Barron's car, fumbled around and checked.

"Don't touch my picture, Vic."

Barron said helplessly, "Well, what should I do now."

"You know my style, the simpler and more effective it is. You can make an appointment with that little Binney, and you can make an appointment anywhere, as long as he can come." Vic said.

"For what reason?"

"You said that Little Lori was willing to be a prosecutor's witness to testify against him in order to exonerate him. You are not recruited."

Damn it's so cruel, "Yes, then we..."

"Back to jail, let's hold Little Lori first." Vic blew a whistle, and the two cars drove back to the jail one after another.

"Lori, calm down, now it's the best choice for you to reach a second-degree murder plea deal with the prosecutor."

Barron said coldly to Little Lori who was holding the microphone on the other end of the glass and crying.

"I don't want to stay inside anymore..." Little Lori cried: "You can't find Xiao... Find him and think of a way?"

"Of course we will find a way, but you'd better authorize me to talk to the prosecutor first, and be prepared for both ways," Barron advised.

"Okay..." Little Lori signed the document and pushed out from the narrow mouth under the glass.

Barron took the documents, left the prison meeting room and pushed into the arms of the young prosecutor Argus, "My family..."

"Don't worry, my colleagues will secretly protect them during their vacation in Florida... That's a damn good job, haha!" Vic smiled: "Next, you should call Sinaloa Up."

"I want to talk to my family."

"can."

"My dear, where's my daughter?" Barron, Argus and Vic picked up the receivers at the same time and dialed his wife's phone. "It's okay, don't call her, have you packed up? Go out as soon as possible, um..."

I talked a little bit about the parents, "Oh, yes, did little Kenris get her test scores? Why do you do this again? If you fail the exam next time, you will ban her."

Argus glanced at the Barron's family member list, and tapped his granddaughter Kenris' name with a pencil.

"Well, okay, goodbye, have a good time." Barron put down the microphone blankly.