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Chapter 133 Serious Crime Trial (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Hoo-hoo—Respected Warden—"

"No, no—Respected Mr. Victor—there is something I want to tell you—something I want to tell you—"

"Ptooey—Robert, take a deep breath, Robert, you can do it—"

"Your Excellency Warden Victor, I am Robert, the supervisor of the high-risk ward. I have some information concerning prison security that I need—I need—Pah! Robert, you fucking coward, speak properly!"

Outside the warden's office at King County Correctional Center, Robert was holding a document and rehearsing it repeatedly against the wall.

After receiving guidance from his godfather Wayne and obtaining the evidence from his mailbox, Robert had been thinking about how to use these trump cards to maximize his own benefit.

If he were to directly expose these things to the media, it would definitely become explosive news on the spot, and he could clear himself of any wrongdoing, with no one knowing that he was the one who leaked them.

However, if he did that, the benefit he could gain would also be minimal.

After all, with Deputy Warden Cent arrested, no one knew how these positions would change.

The warden's faction could easily find other stakeholders to fill the vacancies, including the four second-level supervisor positions. Although two of them belong to Cent's faction, they may not necessarily be removed.

In the end, he will have worked for nothing and ended up with nothing.

Nothing can be solved.

Therefore, if you want to truly gain the greatest benefit, you still have to get involved yourself and be willing to put yourself at the gambling table.

He was never a fool; it was precisely because of his cleverness that he became addicted to gambling and turned into a gambler.

After a night of deliberation, Robert made a bold decision.

He needs to clearly choose sides.

Standing next to Victor, the newly appointed warden.

As for the bargaining chips, besides the incriminating information about Cent, there was also some information he had gathered over the years about the Seattle justice system from his work in high-risk prison wards.

After all, prisons are never short of inmates, and he often gets inside information from inmates who are willing to pay for services.

For example, there are some wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice, and some deals between outspoken prisoners and judges.

These fragmented pieces of information were of little use to him, the supervisor of a high-risk prison ward.

However, in the right hands, such as Warden Victor, it can produce unexpected results.

He had also heard that Warden Victor had always wanted to do something like a senator's job.

I want to enter the circle of true blue-blooded aristocrats.

This must require a lot of activity and relationships.

In those circles, information, especially dirt on people, is sometimes the universal currency.

Of course, these things must be done discreetly enough, keeping oneself hidden in the shadow of Warden Victor, otherwise one will definitely become the target of everyone's criticism.

Robert never wanted the position of deputy warden; he was content to be one of the four second-level supervisors.

After all, an annual salary of 18 to 20 is not that much different from an annual salary of 20 to 22.

At that moment, the door to the warden's office opened, and a secretary carrying documents came out. She glanced at Robert, who was muttering to himself while staring at the wall, with some surprise, and said to him, "Mr. Robert, the warden wants you to come in."

Although the other party had scheduled this meeting yesterday, they arrived far too early this morning.

And it looks a bit strange, I don't know what's going on.

Robert quickly straightened his collar and tidied his hair before knocking on Warden Victor's door.

"Please come in—"

A strong, resonant voice came from inside.

Robert quickly pushed open the door and entered, where he saw a blond-haired middle-aged white man sitting behind a large desk. He was Victor, the warden of the King County Correctional Center.

The warden of the King County Correctional Center is appointed by the commissioner of the King County Adult and Juvenile Detention Department (DAJD), and the DAJD...

The director is nominated by the Kim County Chief Executive and confirmed by a vote of the Kim County Council.

As a traditionally KMT stronghold, seven out of the nine councilors in King County are KMT members, meaning the KMT effectively controls most of the council's functions.

The elected Chief Executive, the Director of the DAJD appointed by the Chief Executive, and the Warden appointed by the Director, can nominally conceal their party affiliation and are not subject to interference.

But such a hidden system is like a blind man's eyes—just for show.

Who doesn't know who?

Therefore, these officials at all levels are still mainly supporters of the KMT.

As for the officials at all levels in the King County Correctional Center, they are formally appointed by Warden Victor, but there is a lot of political maneuvering involved.

The appointment of Deputy Warden Cent was not Victor's own idea, but rather came from a private request by a county council member.

The reason given was that Cent had worked at the King County Correctional Center for many years and had extensive management experience.

As a result, Cent became very powerful in prison, and seemed poised to challenge the warden.

Upon seeing Robert appear, Victor said with a forced smile, "Robert, what's the matter? You could have just called me."

As a warden who was parachuted in, Victor was always very kind to his subordinates.

After all, he had only just arrived at the Jin County Correctional Center and had not yet figured out many things. Even if he wanted to send his trusted confidants in, he would need time and a reason.

On the contrary, it's the prison ward supervisors like Robert who are the real local bullies.

Robert took a deep breath, trying to recall Wayne's posture in his mind. His expression hardened, and he saluted Warden Victor, saying, "Sir, Robert, the supervisor of the high-risk ward, reporting for duty! I'm here to report on an incident concerning the reputation of the entire King County Correctional Center!"

"As a grassroots administrator who has long served at the Jin County Correctional Center, I can no longer turn a blind eye to certain things happening in the prison!"

As he spoke, tears welled in Robert's eyes: "I love this job, I'm proud of it! Even if it costs me my life, I will tell you the truth! Deputy Warden Mr. Cent, he—"

Victor's expression had become extremely serious. Upon hearing Cent's name, he immediately said, "Although Mr. Cent was appointed by me, I will not protect him if any problems arise!"

"Of course, I won't let a prison administrator who fought for honor shed tears in vain!"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Robert immediately handed over the documents in his hand and said, "These are some photocopies. There's just too much material, and most of it is stored online. Please take a look."

Victor gave him a deep look and immediately took the document.

Upon seeing the photo above of Cent talking to a Latin American gang member on a yacht, along with the accompanying financial transaction details, a hint of ecstatic joy flashed in his eyes.

Robert's lips curled into a slight smile, understanding that the matter was, for the time being, settled.

The courtroom of the Jin County High Court was in an uproar.

Henry froze on the spot, then shouted at the judge, "Sir, you can't do this! My lawyer's license was valid yesterday, why was it revoked on the day of the trial? This is not in accordance with procedure! There must be something fishy going on here!"

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In the gallery, members of the Saints' Gang and local residents who had come to observe the proceedings immediately erupted in curses: "This is a crime! You are deliberately plotting to murder a saint!"

"This is how they treated Joan of Arc! According to canon law, Joan of Arc had the right to a lawyer, but they refused to appoint one for her—centuries later, they are persecuting another saint!"

"Shameless! Utterly shameless! Your actions are a disgrace to America! A disgrace to humanity!"

"This is discrimination against Mr. Saint, because his morality is far superior to yours. So you despicable bastards are discriminating against his holiness, just like the fucking devil wouldn't dare touch holy water!"

"Injustice! Persecution! Despicable!"

The judge slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Silence! Anyone who dares to disrespect or defy the court will be arrested on the spot!"

But the Saints showed no sign of stopping. Thor's mother, Sila, was also cursing: "Arrest me! Put me in jail! Even the damn Southern plantation slave owners treated their slaves better than you treated Mr. Wayne! God should cover his eyes with M&Ms to avoid seeing the sins you've committed!"

Wayne calmly turned to look at his family and friends in the audience, shook his head slightly, and gestured for them to be quiet.

Immediately, the previously noisy gallery fell silent, and everyone sat down as if a mute button had been pressed.

Although their faces still bore the rage of fury, they no longer argued.

They were quieted by the saints.

Wayne's lawyer, Henry, said in a low voice, "Mr. Wayne, I'm so sorry, I haven't handled my own affairs well and have dragged you down—please request a recess to change lawyers. I'll contact my friend at the law firm right now and have him defend you; his skills are just as good—"

Wayne looked at the judge and said calmly, "Your Honor, I would like to defend myself."

Upon hearing this, Henry was horrified and quickly whispered in Wayne's ear, "Sir! Please don't! I suspect there's a mastermind behind your case—you're not ready, and you'll definitely fall into their trap!"

"I suspect this judge was also bribed. His name is Warren Pierce, notorious for his high conviction rate and his penchant for sentencing minors to prison. He's the one who put most of the juvenile offenders in the King County Correctional Center—"

"Please retract that statement immediately and request a recess!"

Wayne, still looking at the judge without turning his head, said to Henry, "Mr. Henry, don't worry, I like this judge."

The judge then quickly said, "Very good, the application for self-defense has been approved, the court can proceed."

The bailiff standing nearby immediately shouted, "Everyone stand up!"

Everyone present stood up, and the court clerk announced loudly, "The court is now in session, presided over by Your Honor, Judge Warren Pierce!"

Everyone took their seats.

Warren's expression turned serious, and he announced loudly, "Today's case is that of Bruce Wayne, an unlicensed psychic profiteer, and his gang's coercion and extortion!"

Warren Pierce, Inquisitor of the Dark Court, hails from Alabama in the southern part of the Demon Realm dungeons. As a teenager, he joined the KKK and had an affair with his cousin, resulting in a stillbirth. He left his hometown to study in Seattle. Deep down, he is a severe racist who has consistently handed down harsh sentences to juvenile offenders of color. He accepts bribes from Cent, the deputy warden of the King County Correctional Center, and harbors a high degree of hostility towards you.