I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 131 Wayne Appears in Court (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Henry Barnes, an elite lawyer from a small town in Arizona, became a lawyer at the prestigious K.E. Law Firm in Washington state. He championed procedural justice, but was expelled from the firm for anti-Semitic remarks and became homeless. He desperately wanted to make a comeback.

Inside the meeting room, a middle-aged white man wearing a somewhat worn suit and looking a little flustered stood up and extended his hand with a smile when he saw Wayne appear. "Mr. Wayne, let me introduce myself. I am Henry Barnes. Mr. David has already told me about your situation. Thank you very much for your trust."

Wayne reached out and shook hands with the other man, smiling, "Mr. Henry, hello. Keynes Law Firm is a well-known and powerful litigation firm. I am very honored to have you as my lawyer."

Henry's eyes darkened, and he said with a forced smile, "That's all in the past—I was fired from the law firm because some things I posted online displeased certain people—I'm a private lawyer now."

Wayne said gently, "Of course, I value your personal abilities, not anything else. A person's character is never determined by where they stand."

Henry gave Wayne a grateful look and quickly said, "Please rest assured, my professional experience is quite impressive. I participated in the 2023 Starbucks racial discrimination settlement invalidation case handled by the law firm KeyEye. I was also a member of the criminal defense team, and our white-collar crime defense success rate is as high as 92%!"

As he spoke, Henry's expression instantly became confident, his eyes lit up, and he straightened his back, as if he had returned to the days when he was full of vigor and ambition in the famous law firm.

"According to the information I have received, you will be required to make your first formal court appearance this afternoon. I have prepared all the necessary materials for your court appearance—"

"In addition, when you appear in court, it's best to dress neatly and remain quiet to make a good impression on the judge."

"The core of the interrogation is only three things: confirming identity, knowing the charges, choosing a plea, and the last one is that you can choose to plead guilty, not guilty, or not fight."

"When the time comes, you absolutely must not explain anything to the prosecutors or police, admit to anything, or communicate with anyone else—"

Henry laid out a series of documents in front of Wayne and spoke quickly.

Wayne asked, "After the summons, how long will it take before the trial officially begins?"

Henry quickly said, "The formal trial after the summons needs to be scheduled. Generally speaking, misdemeanors are tried within 3 to 6 months after arrest, depending on the congestion of the courts—by the way, the courts have been extremely congested in recent years due to the large number of cases—you are already in custody and have the right to a fast-track trial, so the trial will definitely be held within 60 days."

Wayne raised an eyebrow and asked, "If I'm detained for several months and then acquitted in court, will the government provide compensation?"

Henry shrugged: "Of course not—but if you believe there were any illegal aspects to the arrest procedure, you can sue the government—you have a 99% chance of losing."

At this point, Henry glanced around, lowered his voice, and continued, "You should know that Seattle doesn't have private prisons, so it's considered good. In some states with private prisons, police officers can receive private subsidies from private prison companies after arresting criminals, charged per person—"

Henry continued, "However, your case is somewhat special right now, so I don't think it will take more than two months—"

"Since your arrest, many community residents and homeless people in South Seattle have spontaneously organized marches and petitions. At least a hundred people have been marching and demonstrating in front of the courthouse every day to protest that your arrest was an injustice."

"The David brothers also contacted our day-wage marching group, hired quite a few people, and marched in front of Seattle City Hall, attracting a lot of media reporters and creating a certain degree of public pressure —"

Wayne pursed his lips.

This daily wage parade is full of hidden talents; it looks like I'll have to recruit some heroes from there in the future.

"It's said that there are voices within the Seattle Police Department's upper echelons regarding your case. Given the current impact, your case will likely be processed through the fast track, with a formal trial scheduled for a maximum of one week after your summons!"

Henry's face showed some excitement.

Cases involving parties with significant social influence are the most favored by lawyers.

Often, lawyers don't even need to intervene; the client's social influence alone can achieve the desired outcome of the case.

Wayne nodded.

For Wayne, the high-risk ward at the Seattle Correctional Center is now almost like home.

It's also a great place to gain experience.

When you have nothing to do, you can spar with those good-looking guys who are prisoners.

They weren't afraid of hurting the children if they hit them too hard.

It was cured on the side.

He wasn't in a hurry to get out of prison.

Of course, the Saints' Foundation is still intact, and there's still the Bronze Sanctuary. If they want to advance the Heaven on Earth mission, they still need to get out of prison as soon as possible.

"In my experience, the odds of winning a not-guilty plea are about 40%, while the odds of winning a plea bargain that results in a fine and community service instead of jail time are about 70%. You see—"

Wayne said calmly, "Of course, it's a not-guilty plea."

Henry smiled excitedly and said, "That's what I meant too. Don't worry, an ordinary lawyer only has a 40% chance of winning, but if it's me, the chances are at least 70%!"

Henry then gave Wayne some more instructions about the summons court, thus concluding the meeting.

Wayne then asked with some curiosity, "Mr. Henry, can you tell me exactly what anti-Semitic remarks you made?"

Upon hearing this, Henry seemed to have been struck in the back, his spirits deflated, and he gave a bitter laugh, saying, "I just posted a tweet to mourn the children who died in Gaza—"

Wayne understood.

Henry is still too kind-hearted.

In the United States, if a lawyer dares to publicly express anti-Semitic views, it will almost certainly lead to a lack of cases, job loss, and ostracism from the law firm and fellow lawyers.

This is essentially equivalent to immediate dismissal and permanent blacklisting from the legal community.

In the American legal profession, anti-Semitism is tantamount to professional suicide.

The top echelons of the legal profession are also largely controlled by Jews.

For example, Dershowitz, a top lawyer, legal shrew, and Epstein's defense attorney.

Although Henry's words were not explicitly anti-Semitic, not being absolutely loyal is the same as being absolutely disloyal.

According to Jewish logic, if you sympathize with the babies who were blown to pieces in Gaza, doesn't that mean you sympathize with terrorists? If you sympathize with terrorists, how can you say you're not anti-Semitic?

My massacre of Gaza children is my business, but your anti-Semitism is a heinous crime.

The afternoon court session arrived quickly, and as arranged by Henry, Wayne swiftly passed through the courtroom and confirmed his innocence plea.

At the same time, we received some good news:

The trial will officially begin tomorrow.

"I just passed the summons hearing, and the trial starts immediately the next day—this is a first in my legal career!"

Henry excitedly remarked as Wayne was about to be taken back to prison.

"It seems the court is also feeling the pressure from public opinion! Mr. Wayne, I'm even more confident now!"

Wayne shook his head slightly as he was escorted by two police officers, without saying a word.

Even if there is some public pressure, given the inhuman efficiency of the American government system at all levels, directly shortening the two-month waiting period to one day is really too bizarre.

This isn't necessarily a good thing.

It seems more like some people want to put an end to the matter before public opinion fully develops, and send him to prison.

But we'll find out tomorrow.

It was already evening when they returned to the high-risk ward of King County Correctional Center. After receiving the news that Wayne's court hearing was the next day, a group of inmates came to cheer him on.

In their simple values, Wayne was clearly wronged by the judicial system.

Listen to this, an unlicensed spiritual medium, is this even a big deal?

Not to mention that the Godfather himself was a real medium.

When did psychic mediums start needing government-issued licenses?

Even Jesus didn't have a certificate from the Roman Catholic Church back then.

"Godfather Wayne, you will surely release him without charge, otherwise this country will surely fall into hell," Marcus said solemnly.

The surrounding prisoners nodded solemnly in agreement.

For them, Wayne's acquittal was inevitable.

If Wayne is actually sentenced, that would be utterly ridiculous.

The prisoners all looked reluctant to see their godfather about to be released.

Like a child about to leave his father.

"Godfather Wayne—after I get out of prison, will I—will I be able to come see you again?"

"My neck is as thick as my head," Leon asked cautiously.

Her eyes were already a little red.

Having been abused by his own father since childhood, his feelings toward the role of father have always been a mixture of love and hate.

In the short few days after meeting Wayne, he felt as if he were facing a true father, and he awakened his true self and began to confront himself.

At this moment, the reluctance in my heart was beyond words.

Lyon's feelings were also those of many of the prisoners present.

Many of these people had received Wayne's kindness or were impressed by his authority. They gathered around Wayne in a circle, their eyes filled with reluctance.

Sensing the reluctance in everyone's eyes, Wayne's expression softened as he slowly said, "Wherever you are, I will be your godfather. Now, if anyone needs my blessing, please step forward."

The prisoners' eyes welled up with tears.

Even as he was about to leave, Godfather Wayne did not forget to bless them.

Marcus hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and whispered, "Godfather, please have mercy, I—I—I beg for your blessing—"

Wayne asked in surprise, "Marcus, my child, you are as strong as a wild horse, why do you need my blessing?"

Marcus turned to look at everyone around him, finally made up his mind, sighed, and said with tears in his eyes, "Godfather Wayne, here's the problem—I've been consistently working out, using drugs like trenbolone, metenolone, and stenbolone, as well as some veterinary hormones, so—so it's caused some parts of me to have severely—severely atrophied—"

As he spoke, Marcus was already in tears: "I can't go back—I can't even function as a fucking man anymore—"

Drug-based fitness?

That's just idle talk.

You are about to proceed to the Dark Court's Inquisition. Successfully granting immunity from trial will result in a reward.