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Chapter 1181 John Dillinger Chapter 1182 Five women in court!(1/3)

The room prepared by my second brother for me is absolutely safe like a fortress. Not to mention the entire detention center is decorated with a net of heaven and earth, just these three terrifying guys are worth a police force.

I was very curious about these three people. The stories and their identities fascinated me. If I were normal, I would never have any interaction with them, but now, we are in the same room and have anything else to do, so I can listen to their stories without distractions.

These stories made me feel excited. When they talked, they were very calm, how to kill, how to take action, how to leave, and how to be orderly. These things may be commonplace for them, but this is the first time I know many things, after all, my life is completely different from theirs.

Their stories sounded very satisfying, and their attitude towards me became loose as our chats became less nervous than when I first came in.

"Mr. Corleon, you may be sentenced this time, do you know?" French fries reminded me.

I laughed: "Just just judge. I can't control so many. Compared with you, many people's lives are really stable. There are not many people like you in the United States. It is lucky that the Burbank Party has you."

After some conversation, I had a good impression of these three people.

"Mr. Corleon, I can't say that in the United States, there are still many people like us who are even more powerful than us. Not to mention anything else, there is a guy in this detention center. This guy is definitely one of the few criminal geniuses in the United States in one or two hundred years!" The words of French fries made the scar and the magician next to him laugh.

In my mind, these three people are already top killers, and there are still people who are better than them, and right here, I became excited.

"Summer time!" Just as we were talking in an opportunistic manner, the roar of the prison guards rang outside the door.

"Okay, the meal is over. There is still some time to let the dinner go. Mr. Corleon, if you don't want to go, we can send you the food back." French fries stood up and said to me.

"No need. I'm just about to go out for a walk. This is a good opportunity to visit the place." I walked towards the door with a smile.

Out of the inside, the three French fries protected me Tieshan. Prisoners were released from the surrounding rooms. These people could tell their identities by wearing garments. Those who wore garments like me were wearing garments outside. There were undoubtedly cases that had not been tried yet. Those who wore garments in brown prison clothes were basically convicted of the land. And those who wore garments in prison clothes were prosecuted and could basically convicted the land. Those who wore garments and had iron chains on their hands and feet were repetitive criminals.

These people, under the prison guards' detention, entered a large canteen except for the prison cell.

The people lined up by the window, took portions of food from it, and then sat on the table next to them and lowered their heads and ate voraciously.

When eating, the food was very messy. Those strong people would bully prisoners who were not their opponents. They snatched their food and put them on their own plates. There were also people who fought before they could eat for a long time. Then the prison guards ran over and hit them with electric batons. The inside was full of chaos and was very lively.

This kind of thing is accustomed to here. Most of the time, prison guards turn a blind eye.

It takes a lot of brains to live in prison. There are all a group of desperate people here. They form cliques and gangs between each other. If you don’t make a good job and stand in the wrong team, they can kill you. This is definitely a place where the strong prey on the weak.

However, those guys were very in awe of me. When French fries and the others appeared, many of them automatically moved out of the way. The four of us came to the window. The prison guards inside did not send us the food of ordinary prisoners, but took out a few special portions of food from behind.

Compared to the food of ordinary prisoners, we eat much more abundantly. There is meat and wine. The guys' eyes are straightened.

I held the plate and wanted to find a place to sit down. After looking at it, I found something very interesting.

In the cafeteria, other places were filled with people, but there was a person on the table on the left. The man turned his back to us, wearing a brown prison jacket, and was burying his head there for dinner. No one around dared to play the table with him.

"Who is that guy?" I pointed to the man.

"That's the criminal genius I told you that only appeared in the United States in one or two hundred years." French fries laughed.

"Let's go. Let's eat there." I walked over with a smile.

The three of French fries followed me. We swaggered to the table and sat down.

The guy opposite was slightly stunned. Then he looked up at us without any expression, and he lowered his head to continue eating.

The food he ate was nothing more than hard bread and some soup, but he ate it very delicious.

I sat down, opened the wine bottle, poured a glass of red wine. The strong aroma of wine immediately floated, and all the prisoners around me looked here and there.

I poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of the man.

He didn't expect me to do this and was stunned.

I smiled and shrugged, meaning I invited him to drink.

He looked at me, confused for a moment, and looked at the wine again, but still couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed the cup and drank the red wine in the quilt in one breath, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

I didn't say anything, and poured him another cup, and the guy finished drinking it in one breath.

Just poured one by one and drank half a bottle of wine. The guy looked at me and laughed.

"I heard that a big man is living here today, but I didn't expect it to be Mr. Corleon." His voice was a little sandy

This person is actually not very handsome, with a long face and thin, but has clear edges and corners. His eyebrows are very low, his eyes are deep and concave, and his brown chestnut hair is a little curly. His body is a little thin, but he can see that he is very flexible. What attracts me the most is his eyes. His pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

There is a dangerous aura in this person, a breath of desperation. Perhaps it is this aura that makes so many prisoners here fear him so much.

"Have you seen me?" I laughed.

"Of course I've seen you. I've not only seen you, but also attended your movie premiere." He smiled.

"You've been to my premiere?" I opened my eyes wide.

"I attended the premiere of "Dancing with Wolves" in Indianapolis." He shrugged, not like he was lying.

This is possible. The premiere of "Dancing with Wolves" was outdoors, and so many people watched it together, it is not surprising that there was one of him.

"How could you be locked up here in Indiana?" I smiled.

"I like to wander around. In Indiana, I robbed a bank, robbed 20,000 US dollars, and then robbed three banks within a week. Later, I ran to Michigan and robbed five banks, and was finally betrayed and caught, and locked up in a Michigan prison." The man told his story calmly, as if these things were done by someone else.

But I watched him stunned. Indiana banks are famously domineering. Because the place was already very messy, the bank's security work was very good. It was really difficult to rob it from there. This guy was able to rob Michigan from Indianapolis. He was definitely a genius. And from his tone, if he hadn't been betrayed, the police wouldn't have caught him at all.

"Then why did you run from Michigan Prison to Los Angeles again?" I was very interested in him.

The man laughed: "It's very simple. Mr. Corleon. Didn't you shoot a TV series called "Prison Break". The protagonist in it is my portrayal."

"You escaped from prison?" I said happily, "But I heard that Michigan prison is not a good place to escape from prison."

"You're right, the jailbreak rate in that place is almost one thousandth, but I succeeded. I ran out of that place." He was very proud.

"Can I know how you came out of it?" I was very interested.

If he could run out of a tightly defended place like the Michigan Prison, this guy must have come up with some genius solution. "It's very simple." He couldn't help laughing.

Then he came over and whispered: "I carved a piece of soap in the prison into a pistol, then applied ink, and followed him out of the prison one night with a prison guard's back."

"It's over?" My eyes almost fell to the ground.

"It's over." He smiled.

"It's that simple!?" I was a little unbelievable.

"It's that simple." He took a sip of wine and turned his mouth.

The French fries and others next to them all laughed. Their smile was a praise-oriented smile.

French fries are right, this guy is simply a criminal genius.

"Then why did you come here again?" I asked.

"After leaving the Michigan prison, I was angry and robbed again, robbed seven banks, killed fifteen policemen, and then drove from Michigan, walking all the way, robbing all the way. I originally wanted to travel here in Hollywood, but I fell in love with a girl in Long Beach, and the girl finally betrayed me. I was caught here." He smiled bitterly.

"What bank are you robbing?" I smiled.

"It's all big banks. Ninety percent are Citibank." He gestured.

Hahaha! I burst into laughter.

Grab Citibank! Isn’t that just grab the Rockefeller Consortium? This is good! "How can the court judge you?" I poured him a glass of wine.

"Next month's sentence will be either life imprisonment or hanging. I guess the latter is likely to be." His face was still calm.

"Didn't you ever think of running out?" I felt a little sorry for her.

"Run? How do I run like this? Besides, jailbreaking requires careful preparation, I am waiting for the opportunity. Mr. Corleon, thank you for your wine." He wiped his mouth, stood up, and left with a smile.

"This guy is indeed a talent." Looking at his back, I admired him very much.

"Mr. Corleon, if this guy escapes this time, he will probably do something bigger. He is simply a native of the land for crime." French fries looked at this man and admired him very much.

"What's this guy's name?" I asked.

"Dillinger John Dillinger." Scar replied.

"What!? What's the name!?" The name made me call it all at once.

"John Dillinger." Scar said again.

"He's John Dillinger!?" I was completely stunned!

"Mr. Corleon, do you know him?" asked French fries.

I shook my head mechanically and murmured, "I've heard of his name."

John Dillinger, in later generations, whether in movies or in the minds of Americans, represents a unique legend. In Hollywood, there are dozens of movies about him. His stories are well-known.

What kind of person is John Dillinger? He is deeply a criminal. How can he leave an immortal legend?

Historically, during the Great Depression in the 1930s, 8.3 million Americans were unemployed, more than 100,000 companies went bankrupt, more than 6,000 banks closed, and prices plummeted by 33%. Production regressed for twenty years, people were panic and darkness came. People were struggling in life. A rough individualistic lifestyle began to rise, life was inseparable, and mentally difficult. Under such circumstances, the crime of the whole nation became a trend.

And in this trend, many people have emerged. The economic crisis has shaped them, making them unique criminal geniuses and immortal legends that later generations have relished in their relish.

Among these people, there was Alvin Capis who made the kidnapping like art, and Killing Gods and Buddhas, and Kelly, a machine gunner who was called the "Kidnapping Master". This guy's fame made the kidnapping case called him the idol of all kidnappers worshipping. This kidnapping case created three records. First, this was the only kidnapping case in the history of the FBI that allowed the media to follow the whole process. Second, it forced Congress to amend the law and included the kidnapping case that the FBI had not paid attention to was included in the work responsibilities of the FBI. Third, when it was time for trial, in order to allow Kelly to escape, the FBI had to dispatch planes to transfer Kelly, which was the first time in history to transfer the defendants with planes.

In addition, there are Bonnie and Clyde, a world-famous deeds that have been brought to the movie screen, a bank robber called "Baby-faced Nelson", a "fashioned boy" who has been stealing since the age of three...

These people, because of their actions, shocked the entire United States and were judged by the federal government as "public enemy of the whole nation."

From 1919 to 1939, there were 84 public enemies registered by the FBI, and the number one person ranked first in the top ranks was John Dillinger. He and his followers robbed 13 major banks in just ten months. Even the FBI was overwhelmed by him. This man regarded crime as art, he was careless, and at the same time had a profound philosophy of life. The robbery he planned was always so clean, so perfect, so artistic, and even the FBI was amazed.

He is known as the best bank robber in American history. As the number one public enemy, he won the sympathy of Americans. He sympathized with the poor, never hurt innocent people, robbed the rich and helped the poor, and was extremely dedicated to the fact that he was shot dead by the FBI agents was because the woman he loved was betrayed. People of his contemporaries all called him "Robin Hood". This guy proved his uniqueness with his 31 years of life and established an immortal legend for the Americans!

And now, he is right in front of me!

The reason I know him so much is that there are so many movies about him in later generations, and there are many wonderful movies in it. The actions of this legendary character make people have endless imaginations.
To be continued...
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