Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

He Lanba thought of many ways, but Kai Molong said that he had nothing to do with him, so he really had nothing to do with him. He was completely left out, and even became a victim in the eyes of the police.Before leaving the police station, he asked about the bail amount, but was told that he could not be released on bail, and his request for a visit was also rejected.

He is just an otaku student who was repeated in Gengying Wannian. He has no way to deal with the cold state machine. He stayed up all night in the detention center. Now the feeling of powerlessness is even more exhausting. But before leaving the police office, he suddenly He stopped again.In addition to being a nerd, he also has another identity, he is a screenwriter, and he has a lot of knowledge that ordinary people don't have.

The policeman in charge of the case was looking through the thick documents with his legs crossed, biting a hamburger, when the table was suddenly slapped hard, and the mugs on the table were slammed, and the police comrades stared at halfway with their mouths wide open in amazement, then came back. glasses otaku.

"When is the date of the extradition hearing?" He Lanba pressed his hands on the edge of the table and asked aggressively.

The police comrade took down the half-bitten hamburger and blinked: "...that depends on how the higher-ups arrange it, but the hearing is not something you can come and hear if you want."

"That's not important, just tell me when it will be done." He Lan said overbearingly.

The police comrades probably took pictures of this unidentified aggressiveness of pulling the president, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "According to the process, it will take half a month at least."

He Lanba nodded, knowing the approximate time would be easy.The matter of Kaimeron was weird from beginning to end. It is estimated that in less than half a month, a hearing will be held impatiently, and the person will be extradited to the United States quickly. Kaimeron will definitely not sit still, and should strive for the opportunity of the hearing.

He Lanba straightened up in satisfaction, and the police comrade hesitantly stuffed the hamburger into his mouth again, only to see the other party turn around and take two steps before stopping. He Lanba turned his head, pushed his glasses with his middle finger, and a piece of Han Guang: "Comrade police, please leave me your cell phone number."

Two hours later, Helanba stood in front of the shiny white BMW X5, his figure in a black suit was reflected on the clear windshield. Nicefield Hotel, for Xia Huixing, this time the destination is still Innisfield Hotel, for Cameron.

He patted the front of the car.Let us rescue your master.

The bright headlights came on, and the X5 drove out of the garage and merged into the crowded traffic.He Lanba glanced at the pair of black leather gloves on the center console, and couldn't help but think of the day he met Kai Molong. He was particularly persistent in chasing after the BMW X5. If he hadn't been chasing at that time, if at that time Kemeron didn't stop, and today they don't know where they will be.

There was no smell of perfume in the carriage, only the smell of cold metal and expensive leather, which felt a little strange, which was obviously not the case when Kai Molong was here, He Lanba thought to himself.Kai Molong likes to lower the car window to open the sunroof when driving, he simply did the same, the car window was lowered to the bottom in one go, the wind gushed in, He Lanba moved his nose, that's right, that's right, this is the Dolphin Prince the taste of.

The Dolphin Prince may be very capable, but all communication equipment was confiscated, just like Napoleon on St. Helena Island, no matter how powerful he is, he cannot recover.What Kaimeron needs most now is a lawyer, but unfortunately, as an otaku, he doesn't have that kind of contacts at all. He doesn't even know who Kaimeron usually contacts. He can't look for it, and I'm afraid it won't be useful. The only thing he can think of now is this international five-star chain hotel that can open the door to Kaimeron in extraordinary times.

When the BMW X5 arrived at the Innisfield Hotel, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon. He Lanba didn't hold out much hope when he proposed to meet the hotel executives. Stayed in the hotel for one night, and the hotel manager would not forget him.

However, the front desk did not convey his request for a meeting, and only politely indicated that the manager was not there. He Lanba didn't say anything, looked at the clock, smiled at the front desk lady, and then went to the sofa area and sat down to wait patiently.

It was the peak tourist season in Genglin, and He Lanba looked at the flow of passengers in the hotel lobby, and felt like a grizzly sitting in a school of migratory fish waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually darkened. He Lanba looked up at the clock, and then at the front desk. Very well, the receptionist was already holding the phone and looking in his direction frequently. Folding his legs, he pulled out a copy of "The Economist" magazine from the shelf and opened it, assuming he was going to sit here for eternity.

"The Economist" does not match his major, but he is a screenwriter, and he can absorb nutrition anytime and anywhere. For example, the feature article "Wall Street Diary" at hand is not uncommon.The night was getting darker and darker, but the waiting process of Helan Ba ​​was not boring at all. It was like watching the "Iliad" of the financial oligarchs. Citigroup said "I want him to be president", and Goldman Sachs said "this bill cannot be passed." , Morgan said "We want war". Behind these voices, golden M1A1 tanks rumbled into the desert and oil fields of Afghanistan, and the SEALs who traveled all day and night landed from the ropes. Obama said "Yeswecan" in front of the camera. "Every response... But when the choking gunpowder smoke and the dazzling shadows of the flashing lights dissipated one by one, only the familiar and monotonous cast list remained on this huge curtain. They are CITIBANK, Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley... The vigorous democracy is almost becoming a joke, just as the vigorous human history in Homer's epic is nothing more than a noisy farce of the gods.

He suddenly thought of the coat of arms he had seen on Cameron's black gold card. Compared with the simple and powerful logos of the three major Wall Street investment banks, this badge seemed older...

"Interested in Wall Street?"

Helanba raised his head from the magazine when he heard the sound, and an old white man stood in front of him with a smile and a folding cane, followed by the hotel manager who refused to show his face.

"Mr. Cameron is your friend. I understand your mood at the moment, but please believe me, you'd better not get involved in this matter." Said the old man who put away his folding walking stick and sat down on the sofa.

In the middle of the night, the hotel lobby was deserted. He Lanba looked at the person sitting across from him. This white man spoke Chinese very well. Although he was full of silver hair, his actual age should not be as old as he looked. "I'm a screenwriter, and this kind of false rhetoric is not convincing to me." He Lanba was not moved, "Please come up with something more powerful, otherwise I won't go back."

The old man smiled and looked outside the hotel gate. The headlights of the car were intertwined back and forth. He looked back and asked with a smile, "Have you ever played chess?"

Helan Ba ​​didn't know, so he said, "I played online."

The old man's eyes fell on the coffee table between the two: "Assuming this ever-changing world is a game of chess, where do you think you and I are?"

He Lanba curled his lips and shrugged: "I don't know where you are, but there must be no place for me there."

The old man laughed: "Actually, I'm not on it either. So what about Goldman Sachs, Morgan, the Fortune [-], and Wall Street, where do you think they are?"

He Lanba frowned and looked at the coffee table, as if there was already a black and white checkered chessboard, with black and white chess pieces lined up on both sides of the bank, he folded his arms and thought: "Goldman Sachs and Morgan may be the chariot, and Wall Street is naturally the queen. "

The old man didn't express his opinion, but asked again: "Then where do you think Kaimelong is?"

Although He Lanba was mentally prepared, he still felt that this question was too scary.He had already guessed that Kaimeron's identity was extraordinary, but he still didn't expect that he could be on the same chessboard as the world's economic giants by himself.He looked at the invisible chessboard, moved his gaze over the row of castles, then moved to the horse and the bishop, and finally landed on the king next to the queen hesitantly.

"You're thinking wrong," the old man also looked at the chess game in the void, and said calmly, "He's not on the chess board."

He Lanba blinked in a daze, but suddenly opened his eyes wide in the next second to understand.He is not on the chessboard, and the old man and himself sitting here are not on the chessboard, but the meanings of these two "not on the chessboard" are completely different!

The old man shook off the three canes and stood up: "That is the end of my words. I know you must have a lot of questions, and you may think that I am talking about the Arabian Nights. Many people still believe that the world is in chaos. Whether it is the world or the world of politics, it may have been true at first, but slowly people began to draw grids," the thin cane stroked lightly on the floor, "people are playing against this wild and untamed world, At first all the pieces were running amok, and then some of the pieces got bigger and had more say, and they started shouting, 'No, no, you shouldn't do this, you have to do this'," he said with his cane in the They poked and pointed vigorously on the floor, not like an old man with shambling steps, but like a general pointing the battlefield, "Round after round, they tamed the world, and also tamed most of the world. People, they stand higher and higher, they become chariots, horses, elephants, and some even become queens..." The old man raised his head, and there was a gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging on the high dome of the hotel lobby, the lights and the dome were in the air. His deep blue-gray pupils slowly rotated like a galaxy, "Finally, one day, a very small number of them stood at the position that couldn't be higher, and they could see the entire chessboard and countless chess pieces."

He Lanba heard the vicissitudes of life of the old man, and the chessboard in front of them disappeared, and the chess pieces also disappeared. They turned into the towering Empire State Building in the night, and the brilliant Rockefeller Center in the sea of ​​lights. The bull sculpture on Wall Street, the two flags of the Federal Reserve flying high, the European Central Bank in Frankfurt, and countless exchanges in New York, Tokyo, and London... All these stand on the vast chessboard. Lost a castle on the other side, and the flames of war are ignited in a corner of the world, sometimes quiet and sometimes fierce, they destroy a country's economy, ravage a country's land, they don't have to be responsible to anyone, they are always in a place where they can't see, and this It's just a game, and the people at the bottom of the game are like billions of pixels that just need to exist or be erased.

"...Once they stand in that position, they won't be able to bear it anymore." The old man lowered his voice and cast a meaningful glance back. "You can't imagine how long they have been standing in that position."

He Lanba stared at the coffee table, his unrecoverable face was reflected on the glass.This story is too far away from him. If he had to choose, he would prefer to listen to the Arabian Nights. At least the gods and monsters in the Arabian Nights have exact appearances and names.

"To be honest, I don't know Cameron personally," said the old man at last, "but I know who he is, because I have been very close to these chess pieces at one time. But... there is always something more important in people. After finishing speaking, he looked down at the skinny left leg under his trousers, and staggered away with his cane.

He Lanba sat on the sofa, he naturally knew the intention of the other party's words, no matter what he did, it would be no different from Jingwei filling the sea with ants shaking the tree.

The empty hotel lobby echoed monotonously with the tapping of canes on the floor.

"Please wait."

The old man turned his head with his cane, and the handsome young man in a suit got up from the sofa and looked straight at him: "I know what you want to say to me, I may not be able to change anything, even if I say I want to flap my wings If there is a storm, you will definitely tell me that what we are in is no longer chaos, but a system."

"So, young man," the old man held his cane in front of him with both hands, "what do you want to say?"

"Chaos is unpredictable, but it is different if there are rules. If this is really a game of chess, I will play it like chess." He Lanba looked down at an upside-down button on the coffee table He said thoughtfully, "When the rook sinks to the bottom line, it can be upgraded to a horse, an elephant, or even a queen."

"If you want to be promoted, you must first be a piece on the chessboard. You said before that we are not on the chessboard." The old man shook his head.

"It was really not at that time, because I didn't know there was such a game of chess at that time." He Lanba raised his eyes, "But it's different now, thank you for telling me this, you also said that you used to be very close to these chess pieces, Would you mind . . . getting closer to them again."

The old man held his cane, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

The judge wore a baggy robe and walked up to the presiding seat. The air conditioner was broken, and the small courtroom was extremely hot. I thought that the investigation and evidence collection would take a long time, but I didn’t know that the hearing would be held in less than ten days. I will.He worked overtime for several nights to read the case materials, and he only had one impression after reading it. This case is very special, and it is estimated that most of the hearings are just a formality.

As expected, there were only four observers sitting sparsely below the courtroom. Three of them had ID cards hanging on their chests. They were all old faces at the hearing. They were perfectly tight-lipped and indifferent. personnel.

This situation really doesn’t make people feel strange, Mr. Judge thought helplessly, then looked up at the air conditioner with no wind, and even began to suspect that the hearing was deliberately held in such a room with a broken air conditioner arranged.

click.The double door on the left opens.The three people on the judge's bench sat up straight at the same time.

The place where Kaimeron walked in was facing the auditorium, and the four observers were staring at him with wide eyes.He just put on the suit temporarily sent by the court personnel outside the door, and the previous one was too small.The judge couldn't help but look up and down at this handsome mixed-race man in a suit and leather shoes. The female recorder also raised her head from the computer, her expression mixed with amazement and bewilderment.The suspect's suit was still open the moment the door opened, but he had already fastened two buttons with one hand when he turned around the auditorium. It seemed that he just adjusted the cuffs by the way, but disposed of them without leaving a trace Without the armband of his suit, when he appeared in front of the court personnel, he was impeccable from head to toe.

Another special feature of this case is that although the U.S. requested the extradition of the suspect, the other side also demanded that the suspect be given the highest treatment.This so-called supreme treatment was actually just a suit, but a suit worth a few hundred yuan was still surprisingly wide and elegant worn on such a handsome man with wide shoulders and long legs.The mixed-race man's figure made this cheap suit that was not tailor-made can't find a loose corner, without any loose folds. It looked like he was wearing a flat night on his body, revealing a mysterious and dangerous look. Breath of abstinence.

The long-legged handsome man in a white shirt and black suit sat down behind the dock with an indifferent expression. He rejected the lawyer arranged by the court and chose to defend himself.When the prosecution was making an empty criminal statement, Kaimelong clasped his hands on the table and listened quietly to the other party's claims. His simple black and white colors became the hallmark of this small courtroom. A strange color.

Because there is no extradition agreement between the two countries, Kaimeron is not among those who must be extradited, so the prosecution has always emphasized the seriousness and heinous degree of the crime committed by the extradited person, and submitted photos of the three victims, who were bombed like As soon as the dead man in the sieve appeared on the projection screen, the four spectators in the auditorium couldn't help but look away. The judge glanced at it and turned his face away, but Kai Molong behind the defendant's seat had no special expression , still crossing her ten fingers, except that her thumb occasionally rubbed the thin callus on her index finger.

The three deceased were all American citizens, but the place of death was in an island country thousands of miles away from the mainland of the United States. The identities of the three deceased were humanitarian aid workers sent by the International Red Cross to the island country.Prosecutors also provided video of eyewitness testimony.

The court assistant closed the blinds. In the darkened courtroom, Cameron and the judge watched the video together. Two witnesses, a man and a woman, testified that they saw him throw a grenade at the Red Cross vehicle and identified his photo.

The prosecution's statement ended here, and the judge turned to Kaimeron. The handsome half-race man still kept his fingers crossed, and his eyes quietly fell on the faces of the two opponents who had never met before, showing no emotion.The judge cleared his throat: "Don't the defendant have anything to defend themselves?"

Only then did Kaimeron slowly loosen his fingers and stand up from the dock: "Mr. Judge, if I can prove that the arrest warrant and evidence of the prosecution are illegal, can I ask for a suspension of the extradition?"

"In theory, the hearing will only discuss whether you should be extradited. We have no obligation or need to refer to whether the prosecution's evidence is reasonable or not," the judge said.

"So what if I can prove that the evidence is obviously fabricated? I personally supported and helped the Fajar government in the island nation, and the federal government went to great lengths to fabricate evidence to try to extradite me. I have reason to suspect that it was motivated by political persecution. .”

The two prosecutors' representatives had no idea that Kaimelong would use such a violent word of political persecution.Once the court finds that the U.S. request for extradition is for political purposes, it can flatly reject the extradition application.The judge discussed with the left and right. Considering that the US government's attitude towards Cameron is indeed very intriguing, the three reached a consensus. The judge finally said: "The defendant can defend himself from this perspective."

Cameron nodded in satisfaction.So far, the contest between the two sides has officially begun.

"Since there are many ambiguities in the prosecution's statement of the case, I now have a few questions that I hope the prosecution will answer. First, two witnesses said that they saw me throwing grenades at vehicles parked on the roadside. May I ask the people who threw the grenades? Were the three deceased inside or outside the vehicle at the time?"

The two prosecutors looked at each other and did not answer for a while. After the judge reminded, one of them replied: "Outside the car."

The dimples at the corners of Kaimelong's mouth were sunken, with a slightly sarcastic smile: "What qualifications do you have to answer, are you a witness?"

The young male prosecutor choked when asked.

Kai Molong casually looked away: "But I agree with the prosecutor, of course it was outside the car. If someone was inside the car, the body of the deceased should not have been blasted to be riddled with holes, but burned to the ground. Blurred. The second question, one of the witnesses is a local armed person. In the video just now, he confirmed that the grenade I used was a US military MK3A2 grenade. I want to know how he confirmed it.”

The prosecutor said without hesitation: "The witness has made it very clear in the video just now. He saw that the grenade was black and cylindrical with a large yellow mark in the center. This could only be an MK3A2 grenade. The grenade found by the on-site investigators next to the dead body The wreckage also proves that this is the MK3A2 grenade, which shows that the witnesses did not lie."

"Of course, the MK3A2 grenade is very recognizable." Cameron turned to the judge, "I request to see the photo of the deceased again."

The court personnel were undoubtedly very disgusted with the row of photos, and an observer retched and left the scene covering his mouth.Kaimeron looked at the magnified and horrific photos indifferently: "I think no one will have any objections to using the word riddled with holes to describe such a death. Unfortunately, the US investigators in charge of my case obviously did not Not very clear, the MK3A2 grenade is an offensive grenade, and its killing radius is very small, in an open area..." He glanced at the two prosecutors who looked a little unhappy, and his voice sank, "It's less than three meters."

The judge looked back in astonishment to confirm the photos of the victims who had been bombed beyond recognition, and couldn't help but look suspiciously at the two US prosecutors.

"I remember just now that the prosecutor confirmed that the three victims were all outside the car." Cameron looked at the judge with a visibly shaken expression. "That means they were in an open area at the time."

The two prosecutors bowed their heads sternly and did not speak.

Cameron continued: "In other words, if I want to kill these three people with only one MK3A2 grenade, at least two conditions must be met. First, the three victims must be within a radius of no more than three meters at the same time. Within the range, two, the error of my throwing a grenade at a distance of 30 meters cannot be greater than three meters."

"It's not impossible." The prosecutor who had been silent all this time finally spoke out.

"It's not impossible to throw an MK3A2 grenade exactly in the center of the three of them," Cameron said, "but it's absolutely impossible to use this kind of grenade to create the effect on the photo."

The judge became more and more enthusiastic: "What do you mean?"

"I just explained that MK3A2 is an attack grenade, which mainly relies on shock waves to cause damage, but the wounds on the deceased's body in the photos are obviously not shock wounds." Kai Molong squinted his eyes and looked at the hideous photos on the slide. Such deaths are not unfamiliar.

The island country is a purgatory, and it is also a natural training ground. In such an environment, even if there is no instructor to teach you, you can learn basic fighting skills and learn to use various hot and cold weapons, because that is the official language of this war-torn small country , you have to master it.

But there are exceptions.During a grenade-throwing training, An Qi failed to throw the grenade over the bunker, and the grenade that pulled the safety bolt rebounded and rolled back. At the critical moment, he rushed forward and threw the stunned girl to the ground.Before the smoke and dust from the explosion subsided, the instructor's whip slapped him hard on his back: "You want to be a hero so much?! If I see you save this weak chicken in the future, you will die for her! Do you hear me?!"

He didn't answer, but the hamster under him, covered in tears and mud, hugged him tightly, crying, "He heard it! He heard it!!"

"Caesar! Are you dumb?!" The instructor's whip was pulled down vigorously, and the black T-shirt on his back was torn apart with one blow, "You think your name can really be used as a talisman, and that being called Caesar is really the emperor's destiny Already?" He turned towards a group of students who were too frightened to make a sound, and showed a posture of killing chickens and monkeys, "In my eyes, you are nothing! If you want to leave here alive, you better not make me angry, otherwise I will let you die. There is no escape from this island!"

At this moment, the boy with the same name as the emperor turned around and grabbed the whip.The whip's tail twitched habitually, and "slapped" around his arm, immediately leaving a series of glaring red marks on his skin.

"What do you want to do?" The white instructor tightened the whip in his hand, "Do you want to rebel?"

Kaimelong quietly recalled the past.At that time, his hair was a little long, and the slightly curly hair covered the upper part of his field of vision. He met the instructor's ruthless gaze, and he didn't think there was anything scary about this man holding a whip. It will burst into fragments and will not pop out steel balls. The reason why he dared to hold the whip is because this man has no other weapons on him at the moment, not even a pistol, so he is completely a paper tiger in front of him. , The strength and muscle, speed and skill he possesses now are enough to deal with this guy.

The white instructor subconsciously stretched his hand to his waist, only to realize that he was not carrying a gun. A trace of apprehension flashed across his face, and he slowly lowered his hand touching the gun. He knew that the boy had already seen his intentions, so he took a step back and lowered his anger. Said, "Let go."

Caesar let go of his whip.The white instructor didn't say anything, and turned to leave. The 19-year-old boy looked at the man's back and walked 20 meters away. There was a bunker with a low wall, and further ahead was the place where the grenade was placed.Angie saw Kaisa squatting on the ground, always watching the instructor's back, while one hand was pressing on her.She couldn't get up, the strength in the hands of this big boy seemed to grow exponentially every day.

Until now, Kaimeron still remembers the moment when the grenade came from the sky.

The figure of the instructor disappeared behind the bunker wall, and the next second the green M67 flew into the air and drew a parabola.Every life-and-death moment is still fresh in his memory, it may be a sharp knife, a bullet, a tank's anti-aircraft gun, or a landmine under his feet... This moment is that ordinary parabola.This arc is going to make the difference between their life and death, whether or not he can get back to that person again.A real life hangs by a thread.

If he hadn't been able to judge where the grenade landed at that time, if his throwing motion was even a second slower, he and Angie would be no different from the three dead people in the photo.But there are not so many ifs, because he must live, he must go back, and ifs are not allowed.

The M67 thrown back exploded above the bunker wall, and the mid-air explosion was even more powerful, and the flying fragments even flew close to him.He lay prone in the turbulent smoke, feeling his heartbeat vibrating the ground, and his breath ironing the soil.

This is a game that cannot be saved and cannot be restarted.

But as long as the heartbeat is still there and the breathing is still there, it is one step closer to the person who yearns for it day and night.

The voice of the judge clearing his throat brought Kemeron back to his thoughts. He turned his head and stared at the sieve-like dead on the screen, his eyes calm: "Defensive fragmentation grenades, proximity fuze shells and cluster bombs may all cause damage. This kind of tragedy is impossible for assault grenades, although it is common and easy to recognize." He looked at the two speechless prosecutors and said in a deep voice, "Don't you think it is shameful to fabricate such evidence to slander me? .”

I managed to pass all the levels and traps...

"Your Honor," the male prosecutor stood up to object, "Cameron's sophistry is seriously misleading the hearing, and the prosecution's arrest warrant is unquestionable!"

If the game has many endings, I only want the best one...

"What's more, there are no blasting experts in the court, this is just his one-sided statement!"

Let me find him again among thousands of faces in the vast crowd...

"If we want us to believe that the MK3A2 grenade cannot cause such a wound, the defendant must show evidence..."

"Shut up." Sen Leng interrupted the prosecutor's words. It felt like hitting a cold high wall, and the male prosecutor shut up immediately.Kai Molong's eyes were extremely gloomy and cold. Standing at the defendant's position, he paused every single word in a tone that seemed to be an innate command, "Go back and tell them that when I crawled out of such a pile of corpses, , and they were throwing parties and drinking champagne on the cruise ship."

It was as if a shock bomb had been thrown in the court, and everyone was silent. It seemed that everyone realized at that moment that this was a conversation in a higher dimension, and none of them had the right to intervene.

It took a while for the judge to wake up suddenly, and tapped a small hammer to warn the defendant to pay attention to his emotions.

Kemeron sat back without looking sideways, leaning on the back of the chair and embracing his arms. He wanted to drag this hearing into infinite overtime.Since he can throw back a grenade that can blow people into a sieve, these are nothing at all.It can neither explode fragments nor eject steel balls... At best, it is just a cage and rope.From the moment he left the island, he could not remember being bound by any cage ropes.As long as he was alive and remembered what that man looked like, nothing could stop him.

The judge coughed: "So, is there any evidence for the defendant's self-defense just now?"

Kaimeron opened his mouth to say that there is not yet, when the door of the court was suddenly pushed open, accompanied by a sonorous male voice: "Of course Mr. Kaimeron has evidence."

The court staff, including the judge, were stunned. They saw a group of seven or eight people striding into the courtroom. The sound of their footsteps alone overwhelmed the deserted small courtroom.The lead man in the gray suit handed over a document to the judge, who took a while to verify the identities of the seven.

"If there is no problem, we will now defend Mr. Cameron as his legal team," the lawyer in a gray suit looked back at the prosecution with provocative eyes, "claiming that the US has no right to request the extradition of Mr. Cameron. "

The two prosecutors were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, and looked blankly at the judge and at the dock.

Cameron leaned back on the chair, keeping his expression on.

"If the judge allows, we request that the blasting expert Mr. Qiao Jianhong appear in court as a witness."