America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 133 - 119 Weight Upgrade

Chapter 133: Chapter 119 Weight Upgrade

Back at the camp under Bridge 19.

Dominic and members of the Beggar Gang were all there, so was Dave, just looking a bit wilted and down, with everyone trying to console him.

Allen Zhang got out of the car and could hear their conversations as he approached.

"The police department and the courthouse hired you for a job, isn’t that a good thing? You’ve got a permanent position and a regular job now! You won’t have to sleep on the streets after you start making money."

Dave gave a bitter smile: "I am a lawyer, a defense attorney, my duty is to defend the accused to the best of my ability without violating my conscience or the law! But what did I do? I got my client sentenced to over 200 years... God! I couldn’t even dare to look at his face at that time! His gaze was practically ready to tear me to pieces!!"

His buddies were speechless. Isn’t that your normal level? What’s there to blame yourself for? It’s not like it’s the first time this has happened.

The copper-smelting criminal got the punishment he deserved, the police got their glory, you got a decent job; isn’t it a win-win situation?

Except the reputation might be a bit daunting.

Jon, the prisoner, was really naive.

He thought he’d let a public interest lawyer defend him to get a reduced sentence, then he’d talk to people from the Immigration Bureau and the embassy, hoping for leniency, at least a deportation back home instead of imprisonment here.

But he never expected to meet such an upright guy!

He was supposed to be organizing the case and planning a reduced sentence defense, but instead, they both got sentenced to over 200 years on the spot, doomed to rot in prison! How is anybody supposed to tolerate this crap?

Mohawk stared dumbfounded; he had originally been pleased to hear that his lawyer Dave was introduced by Sieg, a fellow brother, thinking that Mr. Jin hadn’t abandoned him and was even confident while going to court.

But as he listened in court, things seemed increasingly wrong.

Buddy, do you even know how to defend someone?

All the evidence you’re citing is incriminating, aren’t they? By the end, he began to doubt his life.

When the judge finally hammered down the verdict, starting the sentence at a hundred years, Mohawk went pale, his legs turned to jelly.

If it weren’t for someone next to him holding him up, he would’ve definitely lunged to strangle Dave!

You bastard! What have you done?

Mohawk screamed injustice, but he was penniless, powerless, a mere beggar and an illegal immigrant; no one paid him any mind.

Dave also felt immense self-reproach, feeling really unsuited to be a lawyer, having botched another case!

"Ha ha ha ha..." Allen Zhang laughed until he couldn’t after hearing their conversation.

Listening to Officer Mig’s description compared to Dave’s own account, the perspectives were so different, he even imagined how green the faces of the two victims must have been at that moment, probably livid with rage, black turning purple.

"Since you’ve got a permanent position, work hard in it! We can also benefit from your light!" Allen Zhang patted his shoulder. You’ve finally found your calling, you can make outstanding contributions to the citizens!

"I’ve offended too many people." Dave sighed, "If I keep messing up commissions like this, my reputation will be ruined, what am I supposed to do!"

He even considered making a run for it.

Or maybe just head back to romantic Paris.

The buddies at the camp didn’t see it that way; wasn’t your reputation already stinking to begin with? If what you do is good, what’s there to fear! Notoriety is still fame.

"They can’t get out there anyway, so what if you’ve offended them? You slap them with sentences of a hundred years and up, how many lives do they have to live that long? Even if their sentences get reduced, how much can it be reduced by? Bail set at millions would be enough to break them!"

Allen Zhang consoled: "Those people deserve their punishment! They deserve to be caught and sentenced! They definitely have no money left to hire a lawyer, because the officers will conveniently confiscate their illegal assets."

Don’t doubt the professionalism of Los Angeles cops, after all, so many people are waiting for their turn to eat.

Every department needs to rake in more, whether they are drug lords or gang leaders. If they’re handed over, they won’t be let off easily without a skinning, right?

You release them and catch them back just after. Harvest the leeks once they grow, fatten the pigs before slaughter!

"You’re right, I don’t have anything now, and having an official job is already great!" Dave felt this deeply, looking around but not finding his benefactor, "Where’s Sieg? I haven’t properly thanked him for introducing me to this job yet!"

"He’s dealing with some personal affairs. Maybe later he’ll have more business for you."

Those pork smugglers are still waiting for public interest lawyers to defend them. With black drivers boldly crashing through checkpoints and shooting at officers during the day, you can’t imagine how arrogant those behind-the-scenes smugglers are.

Only those who survive have the right to sit in jail.

Rally up, little Black guys.

There’s a whole bunch of criminals in Los Angeles prisons lining up for reduced sentence defenses!

If the prison guards don’t find an inmate compliant, if they haven’t given enough money, or if there’s still graft to be reaped, they can totally arrange for Lawyer Dave to do their reduced sentence defense.

Even if they refuse, it wouldn’t matter. Dave could still be part of the legal team, just appearing in court and looking for evidence of guilt!

What a bright future!!

Allen Zhang found the thought frightening; who knows how many Blacks will be sentenced to start at 200 years this year, a Los Angeles miracle!