Under Oregon law, after the judgment, the parties have no need to continue appealing and will be transferred to the prison within three days according to the trial result.

The parties involved have three days to meet with relatives and friends, of course... through the iron window.

Paul has been reflecting recently. He does not think he has done anything wrong. Old Baiman's ideological principles have always been a success or a defeat. If he loses, he loses. It is impossible to admit his mistake.

So when reflecting on it, he regretted it more that he actually knelt down to a Chinese!!

This is a lifetime of shame.

The only lawyers came to visit him.

None of my friends who once called me brothers came to greet me, even if it was a phone call.

The lawyer sat in front of him, and his expression was inevitably filled with sighs. Now he was only doing business: "I have arranged everything. The correctional sheriff in the Third Prison will take care of you. There is also a white-first gang leader named Edgar. If you go and handle the relationship with him, you will be very happy."

Paul said lightly: "How much did it cost?"

"I gave 50,000 yuan in the early stage, and I estimate that I will spend 150,000 yuan a year. They are all very wise people. Even if you know that you have money, you will not over-explore them. Otherwise, it will destroy your reputation and no one will ask them to do business in the future."

Paul felt relieved after hearing this. He was trustworthy in doing business, especially those who do ‘package services’ in prison. Once the reputation is broken, others will immediately seize the market.

"Where is Brian? Is he okay?"

"It's not bad. He actively received treatment, quit alcohol and food smoking, and now he doesn't even smoke cigarettes."

"Where is his fiancée?"

"Brian decided to give up. I have found the woman and signed the compensation agreement. She asked for 500,000 yuan, and Brian agreed. There will be no connection again from now on."

"Give up? Who else does he think he deserves?" Paul expressed his dissatisfaction with this, feeling that his son had not learned the lesson and settled down.

The best result of the two getting sick together is to keep up with each other. If the condition is controlled, it is not impossible to give birth to a child. This will be the future inheritance of the Paul family.

The lawyer said: "Actually this is my suggestion. That woman... is not very mentally normal. Brian wants to take her away, but I am afraid that doing so will make Brian imprisoned and unable to extricate himself. It is better to clean it up. Now Brian is not disciplined by you, and any external factors will lead him astray."

Speaking of this, Paul wasn't that angry anymore.

He can understand what kind of distortion will happen to people's psychology after life is hit hard. His son at least has a lot of wealth left by him. A woman who is tempted by the incest, has all her fantasies and is suffering from terminal illness, and is likely to be crazy.

Paul looked at the lawyer and thanked him seriously: "Thank you."

"It should."

"What about another thing?"

The lawyer sighed: "I went to prison and someone would contact you. You know I never do that kind of thing. If you want to use money, tell me the transfer account and I will help pay, but I don't want to participate..."

"Rat Mountain Lee's wife has been elected to the House of Representatives, and Woods Louis has taken over as Speaker of Kenny Rowan, you should know what that means."

"Eugene, even the top political leaders in Oregon, will have his voice, and I even want to get to know the couple."

Paul was shocked and asked about this matter again.

He had never imagined that the outside world had turned upside down in just such a short time.

But, so what if that is the case?

Life is not smooth sailing, and Paul is willing to be a disaster for this minority couple.

The two chatted for an hour, and the lawyer solemnly said goodbye: "Take care."

"It's not that I'm a separation from life and death. When I come out, I'll sit together and drink a drink. Isn't it just five years, and I can hold on."

"Haha, you're right, see you then."

The next day.

Paul voluntarily gave up his three-day imprisonment period and was willing to go to prison in advance to serve his sentence.

After contacting the police station, a prison van happened to pass by Eugene tomorrow and could take him away.

Paul's news was a hot topic at the beginning, but now no one has been interested. There have been many big news recently, and no one will continue to care about the fact that a head of a civilian group resells arms.

In the era of information explosion, few people would stay on one thing for too long. Perhaps in the tavern on the streets of Eugene, some people would occasionally talk about how the Western shooting range once flourished.

The next day, Paul got on the prison van with handcuffs and shackles.

The car window was inlaid with iron mesh, each person and the shackles were fixed under the seat.

The prisoners in the car were all light sentenced prisoners, some people were still joking, they seemed to be regular customers, and some people lowered their eyebrows and contained turbid tears in their eyes.

The prison car sets off and its destination is an industrial town in the northwest.

The car passed through Highway 13 and passed by Mouse Mountain.

Paul suddenly saw two helicopters rising from the farm, and his eyes became more and more hatred.

I came to the reservation again and did not stop.

Paul looked at the street scene and fell into memories. He led the resident group to clash with the reservation several times a few years ago, and they all won a great victory. The vulgar natives were suppressed by them like dead dogs.

"I will come back and spit on your graves tombstones."

He was nervous and closed his eyes and took a nap.

The car passed through the reservation and continued to head northwest.

The terrain is getting higher and the towering Cascade Mountains seem to be pressing on people's heads, but in fact they are still a long way from the mountain.

The prison car got on the highway and the speed gradually increased.

I don't know how long it took.

When Paul woke up and thought he had arrived at the Third Prison, he opened his eyes and found that they were blocked on the highway.

The sound of horns sounded anxiously around him, and many people leaned their heads and looked towards the road ahead.

The prison car is very tall, and people on the car can see what is happening in front through the front window.

"Oh, damn, what is that?"

"Transformers?"

"Fake, is it an interstellar weapon developed by the military?"

There are many middle-aged young people in the United States, and even people in their thirties and forties are loyal fans of various super English comics.

Several criminals with thick-arm tattooed arms exclaimed in surprise.

The escort policeman impatiently hit the iron bed with a baton: "Shut up!"

The car was quiet and no one dared to disobey, otherwise the other party would just say hello to the prison police officer after getting off the car, and they would not have a good life in the next few months.

far away.

A truck was dragging huge instruments over ten meters long and slowly passing through.

Paul was also dazed and even agreed with the statement of "interstellar weapons".

However, the police officers were well-informed and several chatted—

"That should be the fan blade of wind power, right? It's so big."

"The grid project on the Eugene reservation is said to be able to alleviate the tight power resources in the state."

"Fake, I've had enough of the days of power outages in the rainy and snowy season. When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, people would drive floating vehicles. Who knows that starting in September every year, I still have to experience the trouble of power outages. I feel that I still lived a hundred years ago."

"I really hope that the new power grid will be completed quickly. The big figures in the state capital have finally done a good thing for us."

"Haha, I heard that all this was because of a Chinese rich man."

"Shit, what a Chinese rich man? He obviously lost his luck and inherited the wealth of his wife's family. It is said that the grandfather of the Indian Congressman left hundreds of millions of knives of wealth for the couple."

"God, I'm really lucky, and that Indian MP is a great beauty, why is it cheaper for a Chinese?"

Paul was resentful again when he heard this.

The car was stuck for more than an hour and could not pass.

The police officer had to contact the top, divert the way, leave the expressway, and head to the dilapidated county road.

Therefore, the car began to drive towards the mountains.

The county road, which is rarely accessible on weekdays, is busy today.

Paul looked at the narrow mountain roads and felt depressed. The shadow of the mountain was shrouded in his breath.

The few people who were joking at first have now become quiet, and the long-term ride made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Near a long bend.

The sound of the whistle sounded suddenly.

Accompanied by the driver's roar, I could no longer hear what he was scolding.

Because the prison car suddenly braked and tilted, he threw the prisoners on the car to the side.

Everything happened too quickly.

Paul only saw the police officer sitting in the front, all of whom were smashed on the iron net of the car window and the glass was broken.

If it weren't for the existence of the iron net, they would probably be thrown out directly.

Gu Sheng
To be continued...