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Chapter 134 Defendant Wayne (Seeking monthly votes)

Maple Street.

Irving Marshall woke up in his bedroom to find his wife had already gone out to walk the dog.

He got up with a sense of satisfaction, made himself a cup of coffee, and slowly sipped it.

Compared to his wife, his golden retriever Joey is the family member he truly cares about.

Since "commanding" Eileen cracked the human trafficking case on the yacht, Owen has been given a week of paid leave.

This is also standard practice in police systems in most states across the United States.

After cases involving gun violence, especially those resulting in death, it is important to provide psychological counseling and paid leave to the police officers involved to prevent excessive stress from causing psychological distortion and abnormalities, which could lead to unpredictable and serious consequences.

Because of this case, Irving has become a rising star in the Seattle Police Department these past two days, and a figure in the spotlight.

After the initial unease, he is now somewhat more at ease.

The reason he went to the yacht to claim credit, saying that he ordered Eileen to do it, was purely because he was coerced by those religious fanatics in the Saints Gang.

Otherwise, he would never dare to step forward.

As a corrupt cop who accepted bribes from Jose's gang, he knew all too well how ruthless the guys in that corrupt system could be.

By doing this, he has essentially become a traitor and will definitely be punished.

Jose's gang alone will not let him off the hook.

Fortunately, he received news yesterday that the leader of the Jose gang had died in prison from an overdose of enhancement drugs.

This is really a good thing, and it puts his mind at ease.

Now that Jose is dead, those hidden hands probably won't do anything to him. After all, this is a case handled by the entire Seattle Police Department, or more precisely, by Eileen. He's just taking the blame.

It's a pity that without the income from Jose's gang, he must find another direction as soon as possible.

Speaking of which, I wonder when Wayne from that Saints Gang will be in court?

I've already given the whistleblower's information to that old Will guy, so we're even now.

Life is so hard, why do I keep running into crazy people like this?

Irving sighed, lay down on the recliner, and was just about to enjoy his paid vacation when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out: "Irving! Irving! Honey! Hurry! They've kidnapped Joey!"

Irving jumped up from the recliner and rushed to the door, where he saw his wife, Catherine, run into the room, her face filled with terror.

Irving's eyes widened as he asked, "What's wrong?! What happened? Where's Joey?! Where's my dog?!"

Catherine pointed outside, breathless, and said, "Right—right by the mailbox in front of our door, two masked men snatched Joey from my hands, and they—they ran north with him!"

"Fuck!" Irving felt his head throbbing with blood. He pulled open the drawer next to him, pulled out his sidearm, and ran out.

His Joey has always been well cared for, is of purebred lineage, and is a valuable show dog.

If someone really wants to steal it, they should ask the gun in their hand if it will allow it!

As he ran out of his house, Irving saw two figures quickly leaving the community.

He immediately sprinted after it, shouting, "Hey! Stop right now!"

He ran very fast and reached the intersection in the blink of an eye.

A roar of an engine followed, and a speeding pickup truck instantly struck him, sending him flying!

Irving flew more than ten meters, rolled several times on the ground, and instantly felt that he didn't know how many of his bones were broken.

There was a traffic accident.

Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance now!

He tried desperately to pull out his phone to make a call, but he couldn't even lift his arm.

The driver who caused the accident will probably make the call for him.

Just then, the roar of the engine started again, and Owen caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the pickup truck was speeding toward him!

Before he could even react, he immediately felt the pickup truck's front wheel run over him.

His sternum and spine were shattered, his lungs ruptured, and blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs gushed from his mouth.

The pickup truck stopped, then swerved sharply to the right, its two rear wheels diagonally crushing Irving's waist and abdomen.

"This is—this is some kind of execution method—"

Irving suddenly recalled some cases he had handled before, including this kind of execution-style execution.

Now it's his turn.

"They still haven't let me go—"

This was also Irving's last thought.

Inside the courtroom, the charges announced by Judge Warren immediately caused another uproar.

Being an unlicensed spiritual medium is a minor offense, punishable by up to six months in prison, or even less than three months.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Gang coercion and extortion are serious crimes, usually punishable by 5 to 10 years, or even longer.

Wayne nodded slightly.

The person behind the scenes went to great lengths, clearly not just to give him a minor sentence.

This is to send him to a serious offender prison and put him to death.

After briefly outlining the case, Judge Warren looked at the jury and said sternly, "Jury, please consider only the evidence, do not believe rumors, and certainly do not use electronic devices to search online."

"Now, I would like to announce the court rules: private communication is strictly prohibited during the proceedings."

Informing the jury and announcing the court rules after announcing the facts of the case is standard procedure for opening a courtroom.

Wayne looked at the 12 jurors on the jury box beside him.

Judging from their clothing, these people are mostly middle class, and four of them appear to be low-income earners.

Gavin Perry, a single mother and restaurant server, has a son with polio who was forced to receive LGBT education at a local elementary school and was subjected to long-term bullying. After being selected as a juror, she lost her salary and was only able to receive a daily allowance of $10 and public transportation subsidies.

[Connor Walker, a goblin engineer from New York, lost his father at a young age and was raised by his mother. He is single, deeply in debt due to student and mortgage payments, and has been selling his blood to pay off his debts. He is also addicted to painkillers.]

Ethan Boyle, a two-headed cannibal food truck chef from the lower class, is constantly extorted by Latin American gangs, threatened by ICE, and struggling to repay his food truck loan.

[Adeleyn Byrne, an adult film actress, took out loans for plastic surgery and filming to pay off her college loans, falling into a vicious cycle of taking out loans for plastic surgery and filming to repay the loans, and becoming addicted to painkillers.]

Martin Harper, a divorced man, was awarded the house to his ex-wife and is required to pay her $2000 per month.

He receives US dollar alimony, lives in a used car in a parking lot, and makes a living by driving a ride-hailing service.

Fred O'Connor, a male goblin worker, was injured on the job and denied insurance coverage, leaving him with enormous medical debt.

Jessica Taylor, an employee of the Orc Bank, has been sexually harassed by her boss for a long time.

Wayne looked up and saw a series of messages appearing above the heads of these people.

Everyone appears glamorous, but in reality, they live very difficult lives.

And this will be the key to his victory.

The trial then proceeded to the opening statements, with the prosecutor from the Jin County Procuratorate beginning to briefly describe the case and the evidence.

"Bruce Wayne — fraudulently swindled multiple people using unlicensed mediumship — organized the illegal Saints Gang," coerced others, and extorted money from them —"

Basically, Wayne is portrayed as a scoundrel who runs an unlicensed medium, scams money, and extorts others by intimidating them with gangs.

The jury members all looked disgusted and frowned.

For ordinary middle-class people like them, what they find most intolerable is fraud and gang-related crimes.

Because each of them could potentially be harmed as a result.

Wayne remained calm, but Old Will and others in the audience were furious, their faces turning red. White even kept his hand inside his pocket.

"The defendant makes his own statement," Judge Warren said solemnly.

Wayne remained calm, surveyed the crowd in the courtroom, activated [Bard Performance], and slowly said, "Whether I am guilty or not is for you to judge."

Upon hearing this, the jurors in the jury couldn't help but purse their lips.

They naturally wouldn't believe the empty words of a defendant.

Wayne then added, "I firmly believe that no one in this world should have to sell their blood to go to school."

"I firmly believe that children with polio should not be discriminated against or bullied."

"I firmly believe that those drug gangs should not bully honest, hard-working people who earn money honestly."

"I firmly believe that a student who wants to receive an education should not sell their body."

"I firmly believe that all workplace sexual harassment should be severely punished —"

Wayne's speech became faster and faster. At first, the jury members were somewhat dismissive, but as Wayne spoke, they gradually became aware of his words and began to nod unconsciously in agreement.

"I firmly believe that racial discrimination should not continue to exist, and I firmly believe that insurance companies should not refuse to insure a hardworking and honest person!"

Wayne glanced at the jury and continued, "If you believe these things are crimes in this country, then I'm willing to accept the punishment."

The prosecutor, standing nearby, frowned and said, "Your Honor, I protest. What the defendant said is irrelevant to this case."

Judge Warren nodded and said, "The protest is valid. Defendant, please state your points relevant to this case, or it will be considered a waiver."

The way he looked at Wayne at that moment was as if he were looking at a fool.

What on earth is this kid babbling about?

It's almost certain that he'll be convicted of a serious crime.

Wayne continued, "Because of these ideas of mine that seem somewhat foolish in this country, some kind people like to gather around me."

"For example, Ms. Silas, a single mother who worked two jobs to raise three children —"

"Take old Will, for example, a former engineer who became addicted to painkillers after being laid off—"

"For example, little Isabella, a good girl persecuted by Latin American gangs —"

"And then there were the Mike brothers, who were refused insurance coverage after the fire and were forced to become homeless with their father—"

"If they are considered violent criminal gang members, then perhaps everyone in this country is a gang member."

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"If comforting others with words is considered illegal and unlicensed psychic work, then the president of this country is also an unlicensed psychic, because he openly comforted Charlie Kirk's widow on television."

Wayne's last words immediately drew laughter from the courtroom.

In blue states like Washington, making fun of the incumbent president is considered politically correct.

Those jurors who had initially scoffed at him now found themselves re-evaluating the man.

Almost every word this person said struck a chord with them.

Can someone who says such things really be a bad person or a criminal?

They also saw the audience members in the gallery. Were those people really members of the "Saints Gang"?

A vicious gang member? That black woman? Or that little girl? Or perhaps that old man with graying hair?

This seems to contradict the prosecution's statement.

Judge Warren frowned and said, "Alright, defendant, most of what you have said is irrelevant to this case. Now we will proceed to the evidence presentation phase."

"Summon prosecution witnesses."