Shadow Empire

Chapter 693 As long as the result is good, it is justice

"Please notify a few people for me." Mr. Charles said a few names. He believed that with the lawyer's status in the legal industry in Jingang City, he must have heard of these people's names.

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I want to reduce unnecessary trouble." He looked at the lawyer, and the lawyer looked at the first prize and wrote down the names.

In fact, lawyers often encounter this situation when handling cases. They are not averse to double insurance, and even hope that the people mentioned by Mr. Charles can directly help him solve the case.

In this way, the lawyer only did a little of what he was supposed to do, but he got every penny he was supposed to earn and made a lot of money.

After recording the names, he reminded, "I can't be with you during the inquiry work at the Procuratorate. If you encounter a question you are unsure of, you can refuse to answer and ask to see me."

"I will not leave until the questioning is over. I will be waiting for the results of your questioning in the lobby."

Mr. Charles nodded, and eventually the lawyer turned and left the room.

The prosecutor outside came in and motioned Mr. Charles to follow him. They walked through a corridor and came to a room that looked to be of a slightly higher level.

There is a table in the room with some chairs on both sides of the table.

The staff motioned for him to sit on the chair facing the door, and then left.

After about four or five minutes, several prosecutors came into the room.

"Mr. Charles?"

Mr. Charles nodded, his eyes lingering on the prosecutors for a moment, memorizing their appearances.

As people at the top of the pyramid in this city, even if these prosecutors were just doing their job, Mr. Charles suffered the biggest and most malicious offense ever!
He looked at these people, and could not see any negative emotions or ferocity in them, but there was a hint of palpitation in his eyes.

The prosecutors seemed unaware and sat behind the table in front of him.

Then the prosecutor sitting in the middle opened the document bag he brought with him and took out some documents, including photos and some paper records.

"Do you know this girl?" He first showed a photo of a girl.

"It's a bit familiar." He said what his lawyer told him.

Although the crime of soliciting prostitution is a "crime", for rich people like them, members of the privileged class, this crime is like singing while taking a bath at night, and will not bring them irreparable consequences.

Of course, he didn't say he knew the person right away, and he mentioned the other person at least twice.

The prosecutor nodded, then produced another document and handed it to the staff member beside him.

The staff member took the material to Mr. Charles and showed it to him.

Those were two pages in a notebook, each page only showing part of the content, with the rest of the content covered by white paper.

It records the time and other information related to his outings, such as what kind of girl he required and who the manager chose.

How long did he play for in total, what was the girl's condition when he left, and how he paid for the prostitution.

Although the content recording these events is very concise and lacks any literary quality, let alone storytelling, it is just a few very straightforward words that make up the content.

But it is enough to let people see the truth of the matter.

Looking at these words, Mr. Charles couldn't help but curse a few times.

He wasn't scolding the prosecutor, but those damn managers of Red High Heels and that girl!

At the same time, he also felt a little thrilling and frightened. If Red High Heels had a notebook, would other companies that specialized in providing entertainment in the Bay Area also have something similar?

"Do you admit that the above content is true?" the prosecutor asked again.

There was a recorder at the scene. Mr. Charles hesitated for a while, but finally nodded and said, "I admit that what is said here is true."

They then listed some actual evidence of his soliciting, including photos of girls, specific notebook contents, and even a check!
Looking at his handwritten signature on the check, and the prosecutor saying that his fingerprints were found on it, he really didn't want to say anything.

"I admit to all the crimes you have charged me with..."

He was very cooperative and there was no need to make a big deal out of a minor crime.

After several prosecutors discussed for a while, the prosecutor sitting in the middle asked, "Mr. Charles, your attitude is very cooperative and friendly. We will write it in the report submitted to the court. Now there is a question."

Mr. Charles nodded. "Can I have a cigarette?"

The prosecutor asked the staff to give him a cigarette. He took a puff and relaxed a little. "Please tell me, what's the problem?"

"Because you have pleaded guilty, according to our current process, the next step is to go through a court trial and give you the punishment you deserve."

“The question now is, do you want us to file the case in the fast-track court or in the city court number three?”

Court No. 1 and Court No. 2 are courts used to try serious criminal cases. The jury system is introduced in criminal cases or some special cases, and the jury decides whether the criminal is guilty.

This requires that the layout and decoration of the court be different from that of an ordinary court. They need to arrange a schedule for the jury and build a confidential and soundproof room for the jury to allow them to discuss freely without being influenced by the outside world.

But not all cases require a jury.

For example, in non-criminal cases, special cases with huge impacts, juries will not be introduced, so there are courts specifically for these cases, and the judges are also different.

In addition, there are fast-track courts.

Under federal Justice Department regulations, cases with a maximum sentence of less than one year can be tried in fast-track courts.

Of course, there can also be defense lawyers in the fast-track court, and most cases that go to the fast-track court are those where the evidence is solid and the defendant has already pleaded guilty, so the trial will be very fast.

The judge may just look at the file, ask a few questions, and then make a verdict.

Mr. Charles knew some of this, but not much. He shook his head and said, "I need to talk to my lawyer."

The prosecutor agreed to his request, and soon he met his lawyer again and repeated what the prosecutor had said to his lawyer.

The lawyer instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"In a fast-track court, you can choose a time and go through the procedure very quickly. For example, if you have time tomorrow, you can go to the trial tomorrow and the verdict will be announced in court."

"If we go through the city standard court, we need to schedule a date. If we are lucky, we can go to court next week. If we are unlucky, we may have to wait two or three weeks, or even longer."

"And there is a possibility that the verdict will not be announced in court. We have to wait for the process to continue. Things are not very clear here."

For example, if the prosecutor suddenly says that he wants additional evidence, the judge will definitely choose to adjourn the court and set a new date to allow the prosecutor enough time to provide additional evidence.

"It's probably going to be a long process because you've already pleaded guilty, so they're going to hold you until the verdict is out."

Mr. Charles frowned, "Can I get bail?"

"I don't want to stay here for a single day!"

The lawyer shook his head. "I already asked about this when you went for questioning just now. They have temporarily denied your bail."

Mr. Charles was very dissatisfied, but he also knew that he shouldn't lose his temper with the lawyer. "When you get out, immediately contact the names and numbers I gave you and ask them to make some moves as well."

He paused and said, "If we go through the fast-track court, will I be able to get out soon?"

The lawyer hesitated this time. "That's the theory."

But he didn't know what the actual situation was.

Mr. Charles walked back and forth for a few steps. He thought for a long time and finally decided to go through the fast court.

If Mayor Williams' ability can affect the fairness of the city's judicial department, then whether it is the fast court or the metropolitan court, the final result will be the same.

He turned and looked at the lawyer. "If we are not happy with the result, we can appeal, right?"

The lawyer nodded again and said, "It just so happens that the Court of Appeal for our area is in Maintenon."

"If we choose to appeal, we can go to Maintenon and fight them."

Mr. Charles no longer has any problems. He has a lot of connections in Maintenon, and those people can help him solve this small problem.

In his, the lawyer's words, this is just a "crime of soliciting prostitution", it's not even a crime!
"Then we'll go to fast court."

After making this decision, the prosecutor immediately began to make arrangements for him. Of course, he could not leave here tonight, and he would be detained in the prosecutor's office until the trial day.

Soon the prosecutor brought him his belongings for the night and took him to a separate room.

Looking at the small and simple house, he cursed a few times, sat on the bed and closed his eyes. He thought it was just a trick of Mayor Williams to disgust him, but he didn't know that he was not the only one who was arrested for the same crime.

In a room not far from him, there was a small wealthy man from the Bay Area sitting in the interrogation room.

The reason why it was an interrogation room and not an office or inquiry room was because his case was quite serious.

"...We have found the buried body from this place. Do you want to see what she looked like at the end?" The prosecutor held up one of the photos with an expressionless face.

The wealthy man being interrogated didn't really want to look at the photo, but he instinctively raised his head.

A pale skeleton was laid out on a metal table, the bones pieced together, although only bones were left.

But in his mind, he vaguely thought of everything that happened that day.

He had no intention of killing anyone, he just wanted to try out some games he had heard of, but the girl fought back desperately and even bit his thigh hard.

His thigh was bitten and bled, and there is still a scar at the bite site.

Under the influence of various desires and emotions, he beat the girl like crazy and accidentally killed her.

He accidentally killed a... call girl. He was scared at first because he had killed a person after all.

He didn't know what to do with the case, and in panic, he called his friend.

But what made him feel incredible and surprised was that his friend told him to call the manager of Red High Heels and the manager would help him with it.

Later, things turned out to be just as his friend said. Red High Heels arranged for three strong men to come over. They were wearing the kind of one-piece rubber suits that people wear when working on farms.

After entering the basement, they saw the body as if it were an animal corpse. They did not have any emotional fluctuations and did not even ask him what had happened.

Then he saw that those people used the tools in his room to skillfully separate the girl into pieces and put them into two suitcases!

Memories of the past came flooding back at him like waves, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a look of pain.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The prosecutor shook his head slightly. "Do you think we can find the tools used to dismember these bodies?"

"Perhaps they are in the basement of your villa, or buried under a piece of grass in your villa?"

When these words were spoken, the eyes of the wealthy man being interrogated trembled slightly.

Those tools are still in his basement until now!

The prosecutor saw that he had stopped talking, raised his hand, and motioned for everyone else to leave.

After the door was closed, the prosecutor said, "Actually... it doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not. What matters is whether we convict you."

"We say that it is valid evidence, and it is valid evidence. Do you understand what I mean?"

The rich man under interrogation seemed to realize something, and he immediately asked, "What do you want?"

"money?"

"woman?"

"Or something else?"

"You name a price, I can give it to you!"

The prosecutor shook his head. “It’s not what I want, it’s what Mr. Lance wants!”

He paused, then took out two more documents from the file bag and held them up. "Here is a share transfer agreement for Jingang Wharf Investment Company. If you sign this agreement, you will only be tried and sentenced for the crime of soliciting prostitution."

"The sentence is most likely only three months. You spend some money, arrange a private prison, and it's like going on vacation."

"It's a good deal, isn't it?"

"If we find out that you've killed someone, there's a high probability that you'll never be able to get out of this life!"

The rich man under interrogation fell into silence. He understood why this trouble suddenly found him.

He didn't want to sign because once he did, he would lose the best investment and greatest wealth in his life.

Although he is still very rich, after losing the shares of the investment company, this money will become like those dandelions, with no risk resistance and will be scattered by the wind.

But...if he doesn't sign, he won't be able to get through the current hurdle.

This is how life is, making choices at each fork in the road, and then coming to the next fork in the road.

Seeing that he remained silent, the prosecutor added, "You are a capitalist. You should understand better than me that the sooner you transfer your shares, the better it will be for you."

"Once Mr. Lance has raised enough equity, it will no longer matter to him whether you sign or not."

"Think about it carefully!"

"I'm going to go out and smoke a cigarette, and you can smoke one too. I'll be back after one cigarette. If you don't make a choice, all the conditions I gave you will be invalid."

"If you don't sign, your family will sign, your wife will sign."

"If your wife doesn't sign, your sons and daughters will."

"If they don't sign, your brothers and sisters will sign. Someone will sign, right?"

He placed a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches in the hands of the wealthy man being interrogated, then turned around and walked out.

Five minutes later, he walked in from the door, still smelling of cigarette smoke, "Have you made a decision?"

"gentlemen?"

The wealthy man under interrogation looked particularly haggard. In just five minutes, he looked much older.

He nodded, "Give me the agreement..."

He quickly signed the equity transfer agreement, which had full legal effect until he was convicted and sentenced.

The interrogation process ended quickly. When the prosecutor finished writing the report and charged the rich man with "prostitution", the apprentice beside him suddenly asked, "Is that it?"

His voice was a little dull and he looked unhappy. The prosecutor looked at him and he seemed to raise his chin a little stubbornly. "We all know that he killed someone, but we don't hold him accountable for the murder?"

The prosecutor couldn't help laughing out loud. He put down his pen and looked at his intern with a smile. He saw that his face turned red but he was still laughing!

His intern couldn't help but shut the door tightly and shouted, "We are prosecutors, we..."

The prosecutor raised his hand to stop him from continuing. "I know."

"Many years ago, I was like you, thinking that we could judge evil, but the facts tell me that we can't."

"If there is no external interference, his lawyer will show the court and the community the charitable work he has done over the years."

"He will tell people how many poor people his company and enterprise feeds and how many families can fill their stomachs and have a place to live."

"His lawyers will tell people that he has repented and continues to repent and is willing to pay more money to atone for his sins."

"He was even able to bribe the victim's family to forgive him for the crime he committed!"

"Guess what the judge will decide?"

His intern's brain was already somewhat unable to function under the continuous information impact, and he subconsciously asked, "How to judge?"

"The jury will think that although he is guilty, he should not be sentenced to death, and the judge will probably sentence him to ten years in prison."

"He was very rich, and he found someone to make connections, and went to a private prison, like living in a villa, for two or three years, and then was paroled for good behavior."

"For these rich people, a human life is nothing more than spending some money and losing two or three minutes."

His intern's three views became unstable, and he was a little confused, and he didn't even know what to say.

The prosecutor lit another cigarette and inhaled slowly, "But now, even though it's only three months, he will never have a chance to get out in his lifetime..."

He turned to look at his intern, "Someone will take care of him!"

(End of this chapter)