The Last Killer

In yesterday's prison uniform changing room, Daqing changed into a dark suit of ordinary workmanship provided by the prison. After going through a series of procedures, he was held hostage by four prison guards and walked through a long, cold underground passage.

This passage is more than 600 meters long, extending from the underground of the Federal Detention Center (MCC) to the basement of the adjacent Federal Court for the Southern District of New York, and is used exclusively for escorting suspects to court.

I don't know if they received the prohibition order from above, or they were too lazy to talk to the suspect. Along the way, the prison guards looked cold and said nothing. Only the sound of hard-soled leather boots hitting the concrete floor echoed in the narrow space.He didn't ask any questions after he was finished, and was silently taken into the basement of the court, locked in a cell with walls on three sides, and looked out through the only barbed wire.

Occasionally, a few pairs of legs and feet could be glimpsed on the aisle outside the iron fence, but they all passed by in a flash.Sha Qing touched the wrist that was still aching after the shackles were removed, and leaned his back against the wall and thought to himself: According to the normal procedure, today should not be a real court session... What's next, meeting the pre-trial service officer?Or meet with a government-appointed lawyer?

At this moment, hurried footsteps approached from far away, and just a few seconds later, a figure suddenly pressed against the iron bars of the cell, casting a shadow like an eagle pouncing on its prey, intending to snatch its prey in an instant .

Sha Qing raised his eyes and looked at the other party.

It was a Caucasian man in a suit and leather shoes, about 36 years old, with an ordinary appearance, nothing particularly impressive, but there were no defects in his facial features. In short, he was good-looking.His gray-brown hair is combed meticulously, his temples and chin are clean-shaven, and he wears a well-tailored designer suit and shiny leather shoes. Personality is just one of the many white-collar workers in the luxuriously decorated office.

At this moment, the man seemed to lose his composure, clasped his fingers tightly on the fence, his pale face was blushing from violent exercise (or emotional), and he tried his best to lower his majestic voice, and said eagerly: "—— Listen to me! I've paid a lot of money to get here, and the time I have is limited. I'll finish as soon as I can, so please listen carefully—"

A tone that suppresses with authority and suspense, and makes people have to hold their breath.But when placed in a cage, isolated and helpless prisoners, it can have unexpected effects, and the weak latter will obey unconsciously.

...a funny guy.Sha Qing took two steps forward, and saw more clearly the pair of deep-set, slender gray eyes behind the barbed wire.

"I know who you are, and I know what you want," the other party continued quickly, "Maybe you feel that you are unable to move forward, and you are helpless. They have deprived you of your personal freedom, all your rights, and even your life goals for the rest of your life— —But,” he deliberately emphasized the turning point, “before that, you still have a chance to choose, which can help you avoid facing that hopeless situation—right here, right now!”

He held his breath and said this, paused briefly, as if he wanted the other party to concentrate all his attention on listening to the following gospel: "Listen to me, you have to reject that free lawyer appointed by the government, that mediocre qualification who is waiting to die Idiots, and tell them you've chosen me, Canning Gonzalez, as your personal attorney." He slid a small rolled-up paper card through the grid. "Here's my business card. Catch it, Mr. Kill."

The last word cut through the air like a crisp rest, causing a glimmer of light to pass through Sha Qing's eyes.With the FBI deliberately keeping the news secret, even the prison authorities were completely ignorant of his true identity, but this man who claimed to be a lawyer accurately revealed his identity. I have to say, he was quite skillful.

"I don't want to ask how you know my identity, Mr. Lawyer," Sha Qing approached him with brisk steps like a leopard walking out of the darkness, "but you just said that you know what I want. Tell me, tell me What do I want?"

Even though the opponent was separated by the net fence, he still leaned back involuntarily, and then grabbed the barbed wire even more tightly, looking directly at Sha Qing, there was almost a warm light mixed with trembling and excitement in his eyes. "Acquitted! Yes, I believe I can do it, this case is unique, it is simply a legend, once it is exposed, it is bound to cause an uproar in the society! Public opinion will blow up an overwhelming storm—crushing the mast, or blowing the sails, It depends on how you steer the wind, only I can help you steer the storm! Imagine the moment when the jury was convinced, the judge knocked down the gavel and declared not guilty, and you walked out the door in high spirits, shining spotlight , swarming reporters, and screaming crowds will push you directly to the throne of the city hero! Our people need an image of an omnipotent hero who slays evil, even if he himself comes from the darkness!"

Sha Qing slowly tilted his head, as if in order to better examine the provocative language from the grid, he bent the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "——wrong. But, you are very interesting, ambitious, and ambitious Bobo... You want to use me, use this case, and become famous overnight. Your eyes are full of determination to climb up because you are not satisfied with the status quo, and you can accept it no matter what price you pay."

"I like people who are motivated." Sha Qing concluded, stretched out two fingers, and took away the business card in the opponent's hand.

"Thank you!" The other party said happily, "but unfortunately I can't tell you more now, I have to go..."

"You should go, I heard the footsteps of the bailiff."

Like a frightened lynx, Canning jumped up from the net fence, surpassing the athletic players of his age, and quickly disappeared from Sha Qing's sight.

Half a minute later, a bailiff with a weapon on his waist appeared in front of the iron fence with a young man in a suit.

As the languid young attorney, with bags under his eyes still tinged with the night before's party, introduced himself routinely and was about to read a federal indictment to his client, Sha Qing rudely interrupted him, "Public defender? Oh no, I changed my mind and decided to give the state welfare to those who need it more. Sorry to waste your precious time and energy, but you are just going through the motions anyway, so that the trial It's just a legal procedure, so it's not too wasteful, is it, Mr. Lawyer?"

The young lawyer's already out-of-balance complexion became more and more livid. After glaring at him fiercely, he said "God bless you!" through gritted teeth, and then walked away.

Looking at his furious back, the bailiff didn't seem to have reacted yet, and Sha Qing said slowly, "Look, I can't say anything and I can't go to court until my lawyer arrives, so you're going to put me in court right now." Send it back to MCC, or call the number on the card?" He held a rolled-up business card out of the grid.

The bailiff took it over and hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't dare to deal with this emergency without authorization, and planned to report to his superiors first. "We need to verify the identity of the other party," he said, and then hurried away with his business card.

Even if it's just a decoration, the role of a lawyer is always indispensable, but it's just a difference between being stupid and being smart.Canning Gonzalez...hope you have enough IQ not to screw up this good show or add to it.Sha Qing said silently, leaving the barbed fence and retreating back into the shadow by the wall.

Soon, the bailiff came back to convey the opinion of a certain judge. Due to the temporary change of lawyers, some materials needed to be prepared again. The court appearance of the day was postponed, and the defendant had to be escorted back to the MCC to wait for the notice.

The four prison guards put on handcuffs again in order to finish the work, and returned the same way.

After changing the prison uniform, he returned to unit 7R, and Da Qing suddenly found that his bed was occupied by a black fat man. "I just left—" He looked up at the wall clock, and smiled at the prison guard beside him, "In less than an hour, life in the metropolis is really fast-paced."

The prison guard who escorted him was also a little puzzled. At this moment, Ian came over and said, "You should feel lucky, I've changed your room. It's a twin room with a luxurious toilet and writing desk. Maybe you think there's a jacuzzi missing?" The young blond prison guard had his usual sneering smile on his face, as if he couldn't speak without a gun and a club. "Well, go get your things and follow me, Mr. 'There's Someone Up'."

Sha Qing shrugged, walked to the bed and threw his clothes into the cardboard box.

"You can't just walk away and leave me here!" The Hispanic who came in with him suddenly rushed up and yelled, "It's not fair! Why can you go to the double room, but I have to stay in this stinky room?" A place full of scum?! It’s not fair!” He yelled at the prison guards, “You have to change my room too, or I’ll contact a lawyer and sue you for taking bribes, violating rules, and abusing prisoners!”

The mocking smile on Ian's face turned into a cold blade, gouging his skin in the air, and the cruel malice in his eyes made the Hispanic take a step back uncontrollably.

"It's good to have money to hire a lawyer." He said, his voice was as soft as a poisonous snake, "I think you need some solid evidence for your lawyer to write in the charge sheet, don't you?" His gaze The suspects who had glanced at the room, paused for a while on the faces of the two big black men, as if they had issued an invisible order, and then turned their heads and left.

Sha Qing followed behind him with a cardboard box in his arms. Before he walked out of the room, he heard the crowd's footsteps moving, and the thick nasal voice of the two big black men with iron towers: "What did I hear just now? Is it human scum? Huh?"

However, he has no sympathy to give to the Hispanics who are about to suffer.Because he always believes that a person can be not smart, but he has to learn to see the current situation clearly; he can be arrogant, but only if he has the capital to be arrogant.

Taking the elevator up to the 9th floor, Ian led Sha Qing through the surrounding aisles, stopped in front of a row of grid-like cells, and opened one of the thick iron doors. "New apartment, new roommate. But I think you already know each other." He cast his eyes on the man sitting by the bed in the cell, and mockingly said, "Has your wish come true, Mafia? The fly in the ointment is that this kid is a tough guy , be careful to break your teeth."

He pressed the end of his baton against Sha Qing's back and pushed it in, closing the iron door with a bang.

"...Hi, we meet again, Li." The Italian young man with brown hair and blue eyes got up and greeted him with a slightly apprehensive expression.

Sha Qing stared at his outstretched right hand, and asked blankly, "Do you want me to kiss my hand, Alessio? Otherwise, you will throw me into a giant meat grinder?"

The latter withdrew his hand and rubbed his eyebrows in embarrassment, "Don't say that, Li," he explained gently, "That's all a thing of the past. Now we don't have so much blood and violence. We usually just use guns."

Sha Qing exhaled, and threw the cardboard box in his hand onto the bed, "I'm really not used to you saying such shocking words with such a harmless expression."

Alessio smiled frankly and cleanly, like a good citizen with a normal career, integrity and law-abiding, "If it scares you, I'm sorry that was not my intention. By the way, how does it feel to go to court for the first time?"

"Anticlimate." Sha Qing replied with a bored face, "I think I have to stay here for a while longer than expected."

"Well, although such a question is a taboo in prison, you don't have to answer it—" Alessio hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "What did they accuse you of?"

Sha Qing glanced at him, as if he was spying on the conspiracy behind the question, but the other party's eyes were clear and friendly, and he couldn't see the slightest hint of conspiracy, so he replied vaguely: "Kill."

"My God, I can't see it at all!" the Italian exclaimed. "I thought it was tax evasion, smuggling, or something more...softer crime. It was an accident, right, or overprotection... I I can understand, this society is like this, there are always some guys who don't have eyes, they think you are weak and deceitful when you don't have muscles all over your body or your mouth is full of roughness. It is right to teach such people a lesson. It's just a momentary mistake , don’t feel guilty about it, you are not wrong.”

Sha Qing recalled those bloody and grotesquely dead serial killer corpses, nodded and said, "You're right, I think so too."

When Leo came out wrapped in his nightgown to sign for the courier package, the headache caused by severe sleep deprivation and hangover was still circling in his skull, so that his hands trembling when unpacking the box.

He's sure he hasn't made any recent purchases that need to be mailed.Maybe it was a gift, for a birthday, anniversary, or other important holiday that he had never forgotten?After wiping his drowsy face with the palm of his hand, he sat down and rudely dumped the contents of the box onto the sofa.

A set of folded men's outerwear and trousers, a small stack of change, a blackberry mobile phone, a metal lighter...these are all scattered things, it seems to be all the clothes and belongings of a certain man...Damn it, there is still a piece of paper. Worn panties!

Is this a silly prank?Just as Leo was about to sweep everything, including the small box, into the trash, one of the objects stuck to his eyes.

It was a note, with a few lines scrawled in black fountain pen, damn familiar handwriting—

"Honey, they told me to give me my home address, but I don't have that stuff. I only know one address in New York, and I slept there for two nights, and I have no choice but to send things over. Keep it safe, please." until I come to retrieve it.

Your faithful confidant and sworn enemy"

Leo threw off the note and jumped up as if his finger had been stung by a poisonous scorpion.

——This bastard who deserves to die a hundred times, a thousand times and ten thousand times!douchebag!shameless!Fuck you "pro"!Fuck you "sleep two nights"!Fuck you "faithful close friend"!

It's so vicious, it's as disgusting as biochemical gas!Leo was gasping for breath furiously, almost hearing the sound of his chest cracking every inch of his chest due to the excessive ups and downs.

That glaring pair of blue and white striped underwear lay across the sofa cushion like a naked mocking smiley face!Damn it, how far did he want to humiliate him!Even in prison, he refuses to stop!

Hadn't he locked him in yet?Leo pulled the cardboard box in a daze. The sender's address was clearly printed on it. That's right, it was the Federal Detention Center—even if that bastard was about to die, he had to give him the last blow!God, he felt his headache was about to split open, as if a hacksaw was being pulled back and forth in his brain, and if he slammed it hard on the glass coffee table, it would completely solve those remaining problems and wipe out all the traces of that bastard in his mind Erase—yes, he is willing to kowtow!

He held his head tightly with both hands, bent his waist into an exhausted angle, and buried his face deeply in his knees.

After a long time, in a suffocating silence, Leo moaned helplessly and dying: "Fuck you...kill..."