The door was gently shut, but at last the sound exploded like a thunderbolt in John's heart, making him dizzy for a moment.

He quickly sat back in his chair and leaned down on the edge of the table, his head down and gasping for air. Saliva dripped down the edges of his teeth, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't control his body a little. The feeling came and went quickly, and when he looked up again, he was horrified to find himself lying in the prison infirmary.

The smell of alcohol was in the nose, and some nurses walked around to check on the inmates in the hospital beds.

Prisons can never be as "peaceful" as one might think, and here is a microcosm of society. In the eyes of the prison warden and prison guards, these prisoners are just prisoners. But in the group of prisoners, there is a whole social formation.

There are politicians and politicians, and in this there the gangs are like parties, and their leaders are naturally the leaders. They would sit together and discuss how to make the prison society a better place, so that everyone could love it from the bottom of their hearts, make it their home, and even make some rules that everyone must follow.

There are capitalists, those who have the means to get things in from outside, and they will take their cigarettes apart and sell them by the root or even by mouth. A dressed poster of a woman rented out for one night was enough for them to find a skilled girl outside for three nights of fun.

There is the middle class, the bottom of society, and the "enforcers" who maintain internal order...... This is a miniature society, and what can be seen on the outside can be seen on the inside.

Where there are people, there will be conflict, and the conflict inside is more bloody and violent than the conflict outside, and it is also simpler. These wounded people may be the losers or the winners of a conflict.

John moved his finger and tilted his head to ask the guy in the next bed about today's date, and the other party replied impatiently, and John realized that it was already two days later. This time he was unconscious for two days, and it made him feel a kind of fear, as if his body was gradually getting out of control, and God was slowly extending his arms to him.

He shook his body and barely managed to sit up, and immediately a nurse came over.

Without waiting for the nurse to say anything, he said, "I want to see Mags, I will confess, but I have to see Mags, this is conditional." ”

The little nurse did not dare to delay this important information, anyone who reads the newspaper these days knows what is going on, she works in a prison, and it is also the first prison of the Empire, and she also has a certain sensitivity to politics. She immediately reported the matter to the warden of Imperial Prison No. 1, and then the news passed down several departments to Maggs.

Maggs agreed to John Sr.'s request after thinking about it, he and John were "old friends", they had known each other more than twenty years ago, and at that time John was in high spirits, constantly "swallowing" other newspapers, and had locked three feature agencies into the empire's largest press release suppliers. After that, they sometimes have a connection, often because there is something important to make the news, or some news is out of bounds.

Although he is not a good friend, the old friend is definitely old enough.

There was a warrant from Maggs, and Mr. John met Maggs in a wheelchair that night.

Looking at Maggs, who was very energetic and even his back was extraordinarily straight, John could only sigh helplessly. Time is always the worst enemy of intelligent beings, because they really love this world, so they hate time. But people hate time, but they remember the ...... years.

"I will confess my guilt, in front of everyone. Whatever charges you intend to add to me, I will admit it. John knows Maggs's character, he won't tell you a lot of useless things, and then give you an answer in ambiguous words that you don't know if it's or isn't, "But I have a request, as long as you agree to me, the deal will be closed." ”

Maggs sat across from John, his hands clasped around his upturned knees, listening intently.

"I want to amend my will...... and I wish someone could go to hell with me!"

Mr. John's tone was cold with hatred as he said this, and he narrowed his eyes twice, then rubbed his eyes and stared straight at Maggs.

Maggs tilted his head and thought for a moment, "No problem, but we need something to keep Mr. Arthur with you." ”

Mr. John held out his hand, "Deal!"

On Thursday, there was some news in the newspapers about Namirinders, and a new mayor had taken over and a gag order had been issued. It is said that Todd is not dead, but has just left Namirinders to take up a post elsewhere. As for the shootout in the villa area, it was a fire fight between local gangs, for which the new mayor united the police department and the police investigation department, and launched an operation to clean up the gangs in the city of Namirlinders.

Sometimes a lie seems stupid to you, but there will also be many people who think it is true, especially if it is not related to their own vital interests, and people are more willing to believe the official statement. Some of those who knew the truth had been warned, and the city had returned to its former tranquility, and for the sake of this tranquility, more than 300 gang members were sent to the Second Prison of the Imperial Capital, and thirty-nine of them were to be publicly shot.

Because they were involved in the vendetta against the police chief of the city of Namirinders, the reason was that the police chief withheld a batch of goods worth more than 200,000 yuan, and on the premise that they could not buy the winner of the "Imperial Hero Medal", they had a very extreme revenge on the police chief and planned the murder.

As for what the truth is, it doesn't matter, those who can know the truth of this matter have been frightened by Durin's wrist, and those who don't know the truth are still living their happy and happy lives.

Some people are not necessarily happy.

On Thursday, the same day, Arthur sat in dark clothes in the first row of the church, first on the left, wearing sunglasses and watching the pastor preside over his brother's funeral. Mark lay quietly in the crystal coffin, dressed as a makeup artist and looked like he was asleep, his face was very ruddy. Listening to the priest's boring prayers, the corners of Arthur's mouth twitched, not because he didn't like the eulogy, but because he remembered the fact that he was about to take over the reins of the family.

He controlled his laughter, which was obviously a very excessive act at this time.

All he needs is for two people to go in and "discover" that Mr. John hanged himself or committed suicide for some other reason, then everything belongs to him, the family, the inheritance, and the accumulation of decades.

He glanced at Nasha, who was sitting across the aisle, a fierce look flashed in his eyes behind his sunglasses, he had people kill not only his brother, but also his father, and in a very short period of time, Riarthur's mind and personality had changed dramatically. If this change had happened earlier, perhaps it would not have ended up today.

He was thinking about when Nasha would disappear so that there would be no one in the family who could interfere with him.

At this moment, the door inside the church was pushed open from the outside, and the loud and crisp sound of tapping made people involuntarily turn their heads sideways to look at these uninvited guests, who disturbed this sacred funeral.

The people who came were all wearing black trench coats, yar-caps, and some wearing sunglasses. The way they walk in the wind doesn't look like a good thing.

But the truth always keeps pumping people's cheeks, and then stuffing "experience" into people's mouths and forcing people to swallow it.

The guy who walked first stood beside Arthur and took out his investigation bureau ID with a shield badge, "I'm Tom, a senior agent of the Imperial Capital Police Investigation Bureau, please ask Mr. Arthur to go with us, there are some things you need to explain." Jerry showed Arthur a court-issued arrest warrant.

Arthur tried his best to keep his composure, but his constantly beating apple muscles had betrayed his flustered heart, "I don't know what's going on, I want to see my lawyer, I'll only follow ...... if the lawyer is there"

Tom didn't talk so much nonsense to him, punched him in the stomach, and Jerry immediately handcuffed him after Arthur curled up into a shrimp in the crowd's exclamations.

"This is an arrest warrant, not a summons, and you have no choice, Mr. Arthur. Tom took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes, as if piercing Arthur's heart like a knife, "As for your lawyer, we'll put you in touch with a lawyer when you get to the Bureau of Investigation!", he grabbed Arthur by the collar and lifted him up, then shoved and walked towards the door.

Arthur's legs and stomach were trembling, if he had been before, he would have jumped up and gone crazy, but he had done so many bad things, he could no longer do the previous scruples.

A little ...... happened No, it was a thunderclap that didn't interrupt the funeral, and when Mr. Mark's crystal coffin was gently placed in the grave pit and filled with earth, Nassa walked towards the cemetery gate with tears in her eyes.

John is in prison, Marx is gone, and she has no relatives.

She was at a loss, not knowing what to do or how to do it, and just as she was about to get in the car and leave, a blonde woman came over.

"I'm Senior Agent Lilith of the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau, there is a case that requires your cooperation, it may be related to the cause of your father's death, we have found the murderer!"

As she finished the last word, a rage and raging flame that Nasha had never felt before rose from beneath her feet, igniting her entire body. The flames seemed to come from hell, and she gritted the crown of her teeth and squeezed out a word.

"Good!"

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