Chapter 227: Important Codes Should Be Used in Troubled Times
A court in California.

A black robber who behaved in a dissolute manner and looked relaxed is awaiting the final verdict.

The judge presiding over the trial was an elderly judge, about fifty years old, also a black man, who had met the prisoner in the orange shirt several times.

Yes, the black robber in front of him was a habitual criminal. His name was Philip. He was sent to a juvenile detention center for theft at the age of fifteen and served six months in prison. At the age of eighteen, he was arrested for robbery and sentenced to three years in prison. On the third day after he was released from prison at the age of twenty-one, he was sentenced again for burglary and rape.

Unfortunately, every time Philip committed a crime, he would be sent to prison by the judge in front of him.

But this time he might have to stay in there for many years.

Because in addition to breaking into the house, Philip also knocked the female owner unconscious with a stick. This guy didn't know how to control his strength and directly broke the back of the woman's head.

Afterwards, Philip not only did not flee the scene, but returned to his old ways and forced himself on the unconscious female homeowner, causing her to lose the best time for rescue.

But Philip, who accidentally killed the female homeowner, was not worried at all.

As a lazy person with no skills, I would wish to be sentenced to a few more years. In prison, food and accommodation are provided, unlike outside where you have to pay for everything.

Although there was a lot of free food, Philip looked down on those relief supplies. Most of them tasted terrible, and the few that were delicious were not available every day.

You have to queue up and compete with others for the tickets. If you are slow, you will get nothing.

This is not the life he wants.

As for whether the food in the prison cafeteria tastes good, there is no need to worry about it at all.

Because the people who live there have no choice, and without room for choice, naturally there will be no worries...

"Philip, the jury has unanimously ruled that you are guilty of burglary and first-degree murder. According to the law, you are sentenced to...death penalty! Suspended for thirty days!"

As the judge brought down the hammer, Philip, who looked relaxed, suddenly shook his body and beads of sweat kept coming out of his face.

what happened?

It was clearly manslaughter, so why did it become first-degree murder?

And even if it was murder, the sentence was life imprisonment! During the years he served in prison, he met many inmates who were sentenced to life imprisonment. How come he was sentenced to death when it was his turn?
Is it because of discrimination?
Philip looked at his own skin color, then looked up at the judge's skin color. They were both black. The eldest brother did not laugh at the second brother, so discrimination did not exist.

If it is not discrimination, then why?
Philip, who was confused, grabbed the iron fence in front of him and shouted hysterically: "I protest, I demand a retrial..."

"Protests are futile."

"No, I want to protest! I committed manslaughter, not murder..."

"Take him away."

The judge was full of dignity and looked righteous.

Philip, who kept yelling, was soon taken out of the court by a tall and strong court guard.

Sitting on the prison van to the prison, Philip felt like a bereaved family member.

He thought he only had thirty days left to live.

But when he arrived at the prison, Philip realized something was wrong. There were many death row inmates who should have been sentenced to life imprisonment, or decades or even hundreds of years in prison.

The prison guards locked them up in one place, and once they filled a car, they would be taken away.

The moment Philip was driven into the prison van like a pig, he saw the prison guards' faces filled with bright smiles, as if he could get stacks of colorful banknotes by selling these "piglets".

"What crime did you commit? Why were you sentenced to death?"

Philip realized that something was wrong. He sat down and poked the fat white death row prisoner with his hand.

"I didn't commit any crime, I didn't kill anyone..."

The white prisoner was very excited and shouted loudly: "They wronged me. Emily had sex with me voluntarily. She is my girlfriend. I am just bigger and accidentally crushed her to death. I, I... really didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to do it..."

A fat man weighing more than 200 pounds cried like a baby at this moment.

"Hey, man, don't get excited. I was also convicted of manslaughter and was sentenced to death!"

"I'm different. I set fire to my ex-wife, but the fire spread and accidentally killed the old man next door. I was then convicted of first-degree murder. But it doesn't matter. My ex-wife and her adulterer are both dead. My life is worth it."

"..."

Philip's questioning made the twenty prisoners in the car open up one after another.

They would not have been sentenced to death originally, at most they would have been sentenced to life imprisonment, or to a prison term of several dozen or even a hundred years. As more people were sentenced to death, it was inevitable that it would attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

However, no matter how these people investigated, they could not find out the truth. Some people who found out something through connections either disappeared mysteriously or received severe warnings and dared not continue the investigation.

This matter involves a wide range of people, and even the most powerful organizations dare not delve into it, because the funds for their activities may come from one of them.

Even private prisons, whose interests were damaged, could only watch as prisoners who should have been sent to their prisons to serve as cheap laborers were sent to New York in large numbers.

……

Meanwhile, at Ares's house.

John Wick carefully supported his wife Helen and sent her into the room. He turned to Cheng Long and pleaded, "Mr. Long, I'll leave Helen to you."

"Go wait outside." Cheng Long waved his hand.

After waiting for John Wick to walk out of the bedroom, he came to Helen, took out the bloodthirsty bead, grabbed a ball of blood in front of her, and poured it into Helen's body.

Helen, who was weak and pale just now, suddenly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her breath gradually became longer and longer.

In less than twenty seconds, the cancer cells in her body were completely destroyed by the essence and blood energy. Under Cheng Long's control, the remaining essence and blood energy turned into a warm current that infused into a corner of Helen's body.

In an instant, a strong feeling of comfort made Helen Qing moan.

"..."

John Wick, who was guarding the door, turned pale when he heard this. Just as he was about to push the door open and rush in, a white and tender hand held his shoulder, making him unable to move.

"Don't move. If you rush in now, you'll disturb Long. He doesn't like being disturbed."

Ares warned coldly.

Having acquired the physique of a super soldier, she has already worshipped Cheng Long as a god in her heart and will not tolerate interference from outsiders. Not to mention that Cheng Long is seriously treating patients and saving lives, even if he is not, she will stop Wick without hesitation.

"Wick, the sounds made by patients when Mr. Long is treating them can indeed easily lead to misunderstandings. This is normal. Don't think too much about it." Winston, who personally brought Helen here, followed suit and persuaded.

He has a good relationship with an old man in the Locke family and knows a lot of inside information.

Many people make involuntary sounds when they are in a coma, let alone someone like Helen who is receiving direct treatment.

After being persuaded, John Wick calmed down a lot, but when he heard his wife making "hmm" and "ah" sounds in front of other men, he always felt uneasy.

……

In the building opposite the apartment building.

The Duke, commander of the GI special forces, Miss Jane and others, through the astronomical telescope, noticed that the sick Helen was injected with a cloud of blood-red mist by Cheng Long, and her complexion began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were so shocked that they were speechless.

Cheng Long is a man of great skill and courage, and he treats and saves lives without restraint, just to let them and other forces see the powerful effect of the Bloodthirsty Pearl.

Its purpose is self-evident.

It makes people have evil thoughts and snatch the bloodthirsty pearl.

In this way, he can kill as many people as possible and collect more cultivation materials...

"The red bead in Mr. Long's hand is so strange. Looking at it from afar through the astronomical telescope, I feel palpitations. I can even vaguely see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

Sadako patted her plump chest, took the initiative to give up her seat, and dared not look any longer.

Miss Zhen at the side shared the same feeling and exclaimed, "If nothing unexpected happens, the red mist stored in this bead is extracted from the blood of death row prisoners. It is a powerful life energy. If our scientists can obtain some red mist, they may be able to research a method to extract the same substance from animal blood, and thus produce products that prolong life and strengthen the body."

The roadblock asked, "Do you want to report it?"

The Duke touched his chin and nodded, "Of course, there are more than just our forces in the building. There are several groups of people. If we don't report it, others will."

"It looks like someone will soon be unable to hold back."

The roadblock shrugged, his tone tinged with unprecedented worry.

Cheng Long treated Helen so openly, obviously intending to let them report the news, thus arousing some people's evil thoughts.

This is not a good sign.

(End of this chapter)