Cosma Empire

The door was closed softly, but the last voice was like a thunder blasted in John's heart, making him dizzy for a moment.

He quickly sat back on the chair, leaned over the table, lowered his head, panting heavily. Saliva dripped down the edge of his teeth, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't control his body. This feeling came and went quickly, and when he looked up again, he was horrified to find himself lying in the prison's medical room.

The smell of alcohol filled the nostrils, and some nurses walked around to check the physical condition of the prisoners on the hospital bed.

Prisons can never be as "peaceful" as people imagine, here is a microcosm of society. From the point of view of the warden and prison guards, these prisoners are just prisoners. But in the group of prisoners, there is a complete social formation.

There are politics and politicians. Those gangs are like parties, and their leaders are naturally leaders. They will sit together and discuss how to make the society in the prison better, let everyone love this place from the bottom of their hearts, regard this place as their own home, and even formulate some rules that everyone must abide by.

There are capitalists, those who have a way to get things in from outside, they will take apart cigarettes and sell them for a lot of money by stick or even by mouth. For the price of renting out a poster of a clothed woman for one night, it was enough for them to go out and find a skilled girl for three nights.

There are the middle class, the bottom of the society, and the "law enforcers" who maintain internal order... This is a society in miniature, and what can be seen from the outside can also be seen from the inside.

Where there are people, there will be conflicts. The conflicts inside are more bloody and violent than the conflicts outside, and they are also simpler. These injured people may be the losers in a conflict, or the victors.

John moved his fingers, tilted his head and asked the guy in the next bed what date it was today, and the other guy replied impatiently, only then did John realize that it was already two days later. This time he was in a coma for two days, which made him feel a kind of fear, as if his body was gradually losing control, and God was slowly extending his arms to him.

He shook his body and forced himself to sit up, and a nurse came over immediately.

Without waiting for the nurse to say anything, he said: "I want to see Muggs, I will plead guilty, but I must see Muggs, this is conditional."

The little nurse did not dare to delay this important information. People who read the newspapers these days know what happened. They work in the prison, and it is the first prison in the empire, so they are also politically sensitive. She immediately reported the matter to the warden of the Empire's No. 1 Prison, and then the news passed through several departments and then passed to Magus.

Magus agreed to Old John’s request after thinking about it. He and John were “old friends” and they knew each other more than 20 years ago. Feature Agency locked into the empire's largest press release supplier. After that, they sometimes kept in touch, and it was usually because there was something important to make the news, or some news was out of bounds.

Although he is not a good friend, an old friend is definitely old enough.

With Muggs' warrant, Mr. John met Muggs in a wheelchair that night.

Looking at Magus who was very energetic and had a particularly straight back, John could only sigh helplessly. Time is always the greatest enemy of intelligent creatures, because they really love this world, so they hate time. But people hate time, but remember the years...

"I will plead guilty, in front of everyone, and take the initiative to plead guilty. No matter what charges you plan to add to me, I will plead." John knows the character of Magus, and he will not say many useless things to you , and then use ambiguous words to give you an answer that you don't know whether it is or not, "But I have a request, as long as you promise me,

The deal is done. "

Magus sat across from John, clasping his hands and clasping his raised knees, looking like he was listening carefully.

"I want to revise my will...and I hope someone can go to hell with me!"

When Mr. John said these words, there was cold hatred in his tone. He narrowed his eyes twice, then rubbed his eyes, and stared straight at Muggs.

Magus tilted his head and thought for a while, "No problem, but we need something to get Mr. Arthur with you."

Mr. John stretched out his hand, "Deal!"

On Thursday, some things about Nami Lindes came out in the newspapers. A new mayor has taken over and a gag order has been issued. It is said that Todd is not dead, he just left Nami Lindes to take office elsewhere. As for the gun battle in the villa area, it was a fight between local gangs. For this reason, the new mayor joined the police department and the Police Investigation Bureau to launch an operation to clean up the gangs in Namirindes City.

Sometimes a lie seems stupid to you, but there are also many people who think it is true, especially if it is not related to their own interests, people are more willing to believe the official statement. Some people who know the truth have been warned, and the entire city has returned to its former tranquility. For this tranquility, more than 300 gang members have been sent to the No. 2 Prison in the Imperial Capital, and 39 of them will be publicly shot .

Because they involved the vendetta against the police chief of Namirindes City. The reason was that the police chief detained a batch of goods worth more than 200,000 yuan from them. They had a very extreme feeling of vengeance against the police chief, and they planned the murder.

As for the truth, it doesn't matter anymore. Those who can know the truth of this matter have been frightened by Du Lin's wrist, and those who don't know the truth are still living their happy and happy lives.

Some people are not necessarily happy.

It was still Thursday, the same day, Arthur was wearing dark clothes and sat in the first row on the left in the church. He wore sunglasses and watched the pastor preside over his brother's funeral with a blank expression on his face. Mark lay quietly in the crystal coffin. After being dressed by a makeup artist, he looked as if he was asleep, and his face was very ruddy. Listening to the pastor's boring prayer, the corners of Arthur's mouth twitched, not because he didn't like the eulogy, but because he remembered the fact that he was about to take over the power of the family.

He controlled his smile, which was obviously a very excessive move at this moment.

He only needs to arrange for two people to go in and "discover" that Mr. John hanged himself or committed suicide for other reasons, then everything belongs to him, this family, these industries, and decades of accumulation.

He glanced at Nasha who was sitting across the aisle, a stern look flashed in his eyes behind the sunglasses, he not only let his brother be killed, but also his father, in a very short time Arthur's mind and character have undergone a great change. If this change had occurred earlier, perhaps there would not be the ending today.

He was thinking about when to make Nasha disappear, so that there would be no one in the family who could interfere with him.

At this moment, the door of the church was pushed open with a bang, and the loud and clear kicking sound made people involuntarily turn their heads sideways to look at these uninvited guests, who disturbed the sacred funeral.

The men who came were all in black trench coats and yarmulkes, some with dark glasses. The windy way they walk makes them look like bad things.

But the facts are always smacking people's cheeks, and then stuffing "experience" into people's mouths, forcing people to swallow it.

The guy who walked first stood beside Arthur, and took out his ID card with the coat of arms, "I'm Tom, a senior agent of the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau, please, Mr. Arthur, come with us , There are some things I need you to explain." As he spoke, Jerry showed Arthur a court-issued arrest warrant.

Arthur tried his best to maintain his composure, but his throbbing apple muscles had already betrayed his flustered heart, "I don't know what happened, I want to see my lawyer, I will only follow if the lawyer is present..."

Tom didn't talk so much nonsense with him, and directly punched him in the stomach. After Arthur curled up into a shrimp amidst the exclamation of everyone, Jerry immediately put handcuffs on him.

"This is an arrest warrant, not a summons warrant. You have no choice, Mr. Arthur." Tom took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes, which pierced Arthur's heart like a knife, "As for you I want to find a lawyer, and when you get to the Bureau of Investigation, we will let you contact the lawyer!", he grabbed Arthur by the collar and lifted him up, then pushed and shoved towards the door.

Arthur's calves were trembling. If he had been in the past, he would have jumped up and gone crazy, but he has done so many bad things, and he can no longer be as unscrupulous as before.

There was a little... no, it was a thunderclap that did not interrupt the continuation of the funeral. When Mr. Mark's crystal coffin was gently placed in the grave and filled with soil, Nasha cried to the funeral. Go to the gate of the cemetery.

John is in prison, Max is dead, and she has no relatives.

She was at a loss and didn't know what to do or how to do it. Just as she was about to get in the car and leave, a blonde woman walked over.

"I am Senior Detective Lilith of the Imperial Police Investigation Bureau. I have a case that requires your cooperation. It may be related to the cause of your father's death. We have found the murderer!"

When she finished speaking the last word, the flames of anger and rage that Nasha had never felt before rose from her feet, igniting her entire body. The flames seemed to come from hell, she clenched her teeth and squeezed out a word.

"good!"

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