Chapter 642

"Mr. mccor, that's all the information."

"Thank you."

"Good luck."

After coming out of prison, Michael first went to the shop to buy a razor and sorted out his image in a humble hotel.

Then he went to the street, walked around and did nothing.

The next day, Michael bought a ticket to New York and set out on his last journey to revenge.

Michael is a descendant of British immigrants. According to the racial speech, he is a "white man" in the true sense

He looks like a deep man, in the car, a few girls from the hint to him, only get a smile shake his head.

It added to his charm, but Michael didn't care.

His only thought now was revenge. He would never forget the scene of his wife falling on fire in the street.

The demons in their white robes and pointed triangular hats burned her alive, a nightmare that Michael would never forget.

So when those people found him and put the photos and addresses of the people who were involved in that night in front of Michael, he knew what to do.

He has been waiting too long for this day.

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On June 11, New York, isolationism was recognized by more and more people.

The first movement committee, whose main leaders gathered in New York Times Square, called for "freedom, freedom from war, independence of the United States," and other slogans.

Just as people were shouting along with the slogan, several gunshots occurred in the square.

In the middle of the rally, two of the four spokesmen who stepped on wooden boxes were killed on the spot. Then the shooter threw away his pistol and sat quietly on the ground waiting for the police to arrive.

The police are not far away from him, but the scene is chaotic and fleeing crowd, so that the police can not get close to it.

It took them more than ten minutes before they finally crowded into the crowd and pointed a gun at the "dangerous" murderer.

Michael was arrested on two counts of first-degree murder.

In court, Michael confessed to his crime, and when the judge asked why he did it, he had a smile on his lips.

"Your honor, where does your wife come from? England, France, Germany, the Netherlands, Ireland or Spain? " Michael's tone was full of irony.

"Mr. Michael, does this question have anything to do with the question you are going to answer?" Asked the judge in court.

"Yes... Because my wife is from India, does anyone remember the arson and murder of his wife in the street eight years ago? My name is Michael tannenba. "

When Michael said that, there was a brief silence in the courtroom, and then the exclamation suddenly rang out: "Michael tanrumba, arson... God!"

Michael tannenba, who was sentenced to eight years in prison for manslaughter, died of his wife after he put gasoline in his car and unintentionally started a fire.

His wife fled from the car to the street and crawled for tens of meters before she was completely burnt to death. At that time, she still had a 6-month-old baby in her abdomen.

"Silence, silence..." the judge pounded his mallet, but he couldn't stop the noise.

The trial was open because it involved white people, the largest anti war organization in North America, and took place in the high-profile Times Square.

There were not only government officials, councillors, members of anti war organizations, but also trump card teams of major newspapers and periodicals.

"Mr. tanrumba, what is the connection between these two things?"

"Mr. tanrumba, are you saying that the judgment was wrong?"

"Mr. tanrumba, is there a secret in this?"

"Mr. tanrumba, are you avenging your wife and children?"

"Sir... Are you saying that the white man killed your wife?" As soon as this problem came out, there was a sound of cool air coming from the scene.

Such a straightforward question is simply provoking a new round of social contradictions. Which idiot is this? Does he want to stir up the opposition of the whole society?

When everyone turned to the questioner and saw the "Los Angeles Times" ID card on his chest, the corners of his mouth twitched backward.

The riots at the scene forced the judge to declare a "recess," but the name of Michael tannenbar appeared again in the major newspapers.

The next day, Time magazine made a rare cover in black and white.

On the cover is a black figure, burning a fierce flame, the title is "who is the murderer.".

In front of Michael in the courtroom, a gloomy looking man was sitting in front of him. The other side said in a threatening tone: "I think you know your situation very well. If you kill people, no one can save you, but your words and deeds may lead to other troubles."

Seeing that tanumba didn't speak, the other side leaned over and lowered his head and whispered, "even if you don't think about yourself, you should think more about your family. They are old."Bang.

The door was suddenly pushed open, his suit straight, his briefcase in his hand, and a smiling saliyev gandall bar stood at the door.

"I'm saliev, senior consultant of Mahadi law firm. From now on, we will provide free legal services for Mr. tanrumba. If you have any questions, please let me know."

Saliev put his card on the table and looked at each other with a smile.

"It's not something you can get involved in. You need to figure out who you're against." The other party clapped the table and stood up.

"With whom? The president? " Saliyev chuckled indifferently, and four assistants came in after him. The small room was full of people.

"Take this gentleman's words down and say," we should find out who we are against. "Is that what it says Saliev asked, looking at his assistant.

"That's right." The assistant gave a funny smile and shrugged to record it.

"Damn it." Seeing his performance, the visitor was angry and wanted to jump. As soon as he reached out, he grabbed saliev's collar.

"Whoa..." as he grabbed himself, saliev raised his hands and looked out the door. A camera was facing the house.

"Make it clear, especially the face. By the way, give him a close-up." Saliev chuckled.

After waiting for a long time to see the other party did not start, but his face would be blue and white, and he could not help asking: "would you please hurry up? My hands are going to sour

"You will regret it." Maliciously released his collar, to push open the door of photography, fast stride away.

"Lucky... I thought I was going to see the dentist today." Saliev patted his ruffled collar and sat quietly opposite Michael.

"Now, Mr. tanrumba, let's think about how we can get them to pay the price." Saliev had a meaningful smile.

Dealing with those boring business cases every day has not excited him for a long time. I hope this case will make him feel interesting.

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