This kind of iron cage is generally used by the police station to temporarily put aside suspects or micro-criminals who are detained for a very short time, and there are still some on the benches in the aisle outside, most of them are drunks, and they will be released after a family member comes to pick them up or sober up, so there is an unpleasant sour smell mixed with alcohol and vomit, sweat, and musty smell waft in the air.

Song Ya held his breath and endured it for a while, and finally had no choice but to adapt, in fact, he had been here once, when Tony carried the illegal gun case for little Lowry, many years ago, the current Nancheng Police Station should have been renovated, he remembered that in the past, these drunks were directly handcuffed by the wall of the hall, and the waiting area for running errands and leading people.

It took me about a few minutes to look at the environment inside and outside the iron cage, the Nancheng police station is very large, and there are male prisoners here, and I heard that the cages for female prisoners in some police stations will even be next to each other, and they are not divided at all.

There was a quartz wall clock on the wall outside, but I didn't expect it to be almost twelve o'clock, I thought it was still early, maybe because I was too focused on listening to the confrontation between my lawyer and the special prosecutor.

This is good news, when the bail court on the court side goes to work in the afternoon, I can leave this hellish place, and I only need to endure for about two hours.

"Hey! Look at me APLUS, are you deaf? ”

"I like your clothes APLUS, give it to me!"

"This kid is very rich, very rich...... Hey! APLUS, give me a hand! I can be your Mariah Carey! ”

"You smell so good!"

The 'cellmates' kept saying strange things behind their backs, some of which were so obscene that they couldn't describe them, and finally they even sang their own songs collectively, such as 'You're way too beautiful girl' or something, which is very cheap.

Kenneth asked him to bring the hell bobtails, oh no, several black members of the gang who had changed their name to Carter shoved, raised their fists to intimidate, and flicked before they fell silent.

Song Ya glanced back, and the other prisoners probably realized that Kenneth was here to 'take care' of themselves, after all, they were petty criminals, most of them were honest, gathered on the other side of the iron cage, and peeked at Kenneth and himself with a frightened eye, only the white homeless man who wanted to snatch the mink coat before, probably not mentally normal, still yelling and screaming at the top of his throat.

The gangsters couldn't do anything about him, so they had to drive him into a corner.

"How did you get in?"

"Fight."

"With whom?"

"He, hahaha! What about you? ”

"I broke a piece of car glass across the street."

"Which street?"

"The one behind the police station, in front of three uniformed policemen! Hahaha! ”

The younger brothers brought in by Kenneth must have been newly 'grown' and had never seen them, and they were very satisfied with the effect of their gang's domination of the place, and began to show off to each other how they had deliberately committed a misdemeanor in the morning and were imprisoned as they wished, and were proud of their 'ingenuity'.

Wait, what's going on with my superiority mentality? The so-called elite self-consciousness in Samuel's mouth? They deliberately looked for trouble to enter the bureau, but they were really forced to come to the case...... Who can look down on whom?

Just thinking, "Are you alright?" Kenneth came over and took hold of the iron cage, looked elsewhere, and whispered concern.

"It doesn't feel very good."

Song Ya smiled bitterly, "Thanks, Boss Kenneth." "There were few people in there to protect him, and he really didn't dare to come in, so old Mike said hello to Kenneth in advance, the former hell bobtail was under the strict 'care' of the FBI and the Chicago police after the incident with Pennesinaloa Jr., and Kenneth could only change his name in a low-key manner when he came back to power and barely maintain the small territory around the nightclub opposite Old Joe's music.

Now there are too many newcomers in the Carter gang, and he doesn't dare to trust his new faces except Kenneth, so he can only trouble him to run away himself.

Kenneth waved his hand, he knew very well in his heart that he didn't deserve to be called the boss by APLUS now, and he was actually a little gloating about this kid in his heart, flying so high, wasn't he locked up like us in the end? "Your life is complete, Nger." He quipped.

"Hehe......"

Song Ya reluctantly laughed twice, and in the future, she could brag about her 'qualifications' in prison in the song like 2PAC and them......

Phew! Compare yourself to what 2PAC! It's unlucky! He shook his head.

"Do you have any orders?"

At twelve o'clock, the police opened the iron door and came in to 'put food', and handed two disposable lunch boxes through the iron railing to Song Ya.

"Hey! How come I didn't!? The idle prisoners who had just stopped pointed to the lunch boxes and shouted, "We demand equal treatment!" ”

"So you're billionaires too?"

The police officer silently scolded them, "Hurry up! Outdated does not wait! He pulled out a small notepad and pen.

It costs money to order food, it is much more expensive than outside, "hamburger set, coffee, thank you." Only Kenneth ordered it for him and his younger brothers, and most of them didn't say anything more, looking at the lunch box in Song Ya's hand.

Song Ya sniffed again and opened the fragrant lunch box, which contained neatly arranged rice-style sushi rolls, and the other box contained juice and some seasonings.

"I'm not hungry, you guys divide it."

I was in a bad mood just now and didn't remember to have a treat, but now that the police officer had left, he handed the lunch box to Kenneth's younger brother.

A few people were not polite, and quickly took it to the bench to share, and in a few seconds they devoured it all, and they didn't need any mustard seasoning.

The others only drooled with envy.

The police station also can't let the prisoner go hungry, and if he doesn't order food, he will have free rice pudding to eat, saying that it is rice pudding, but in fact it is a large lump of rice that is half dry and not thin, and it must not taste very good.

In the morning, she was very full, but Song Ya didn't know how to feel a little hungry, especially after Kenneth's hamburger set was delivered, the smell was much more enticing than sushi.

"One?" Kenneth handed over a burger.

"Nope."

Song Ya touched her stomach, but still declined, not wanting to take any risks.

At noon, police officers sent people one after another to take people away, and Song Ya stood by the iron cage anyway, staring at the second hand of the clock on the wall, spending his days like a year.

Then he came up with a way to pass the time, researching the newest apocalyptic song in his head: Can't Hold Us, which was originally sung by the white rapper who sang the second-hand store, and six years later, he found his second song.

Although the lyrics are inspirational and appropriate to his situation, the original singer seems to have a conflict with the big record companies, "Sometimes dreams end in the dark, and if you want to succeed, you have to work hard, because only then can you prove the existence of courage." He sang at the end.

But...... What do you mean? End? Marking the beginning to the end?

The same person, from second-hand stores to Can't Hold Us......

Song Ya couldn't stop thinking nonsense, and felt a little bad.

Maybe going underground under a pseudonym would help win public support? But when I thought that it might be discovered by Sony and lead to a copyright dispute, I dispelled this idea, after all, there is only more than a month left in the release contract, so stay up, stay up, and get through it.

His feet were a little sore and anxious, but he didn't move like a mountain, and he hadn't moved since he came in.

“APLUS。”

At half past one, finally, the two police officers who sent him in brought people in, Song Ya was relieved, and secretly vowed never to let himself come to this kind of place for the second time, never!

The whole process was not tortured, the two police officers sent him to the courthouse's transport minibus, there were no other prisoners in it, the investment in the Chicago law enforcement unit was effective, and he saw old Mike who was greeting him from a distance again, as well as Goodman and Sloane, and he couldn't help but feel a sore in his throat.

He lifted his chin and got into the minibus, and Old Mac should have driven to follow, and the nearby courthouse was about ten minutes away from the road.

In fact, the bail court does not have to be held, but I cannot risk being arbitrarily ordered by the judge to go out.

Click......

After spending nearly an hour in the small waiting room, Song Ya walked in another courtroom passage that she had never experienced in person, and all she could hear was the sound of the police and bailiffs stepping on the floor, "It's here." One of the bailiffs pushed open the wooden door, and it turned out to be the door through which the defendant had entered and exited, and it was through this place that Sugunet had been taken into custody in the news.

Inside, there is the bail court, there are observer seats, but there is no one, the judge is high, a recorder, there are bailiffs guarding each door, their dream lawyer team has filled one side of the seat, and their subordinate lawyers are holding all kinds of prepared documents and materials behind them 'punishment station'.

On the other side was the trio of prosecutors, as well as Charles, who was also standing, as if ready to be the main speaker.

"Good afternoon, APLUS."

The judge, a black woman, took the initiative to say hello when she saw herself come in.

"Hello, Your Excellency."

There is some certainty, but not necessarily, the black elite sometimes ......

"Sit down."

"Okay."

Forget it, don't think about the bad place and scare yourself, Song Ya walked between Cochran and Diane Lockhard and sat down in the seat he had vacated.

"Your Honor, I just want to remind you that Alexander Song, also known as APLUS, is a suspect in illegally trading prohibited technology with foreign companies, and he is at risk of absconding, and the prosecution requires him not to be released on bail." Charles came up and played ruthlessly.

"Your Excellency."

On his side, Wilgardner, a cross-examination expert, was in charge, and it has been rumored that the title partner of a top Chicago law firm has a good relationship with the local judge and often plays basketball in a club.

But this bail judge is a black woman, so he can't play basketball with black chicks, right?

Song Ya muttered again in her heart.

"I don't think I need to say more about what kind of public figure our agent is, who is actively involved in local public causes in Chicago......"

Will Gardner listed a whole bunch of his own good deeds, "and equal rights, women's rights, ......"

Given that the judge was a black woman, Will Gardner asked his assistant to present materials such as the affirmative action organization that he funded Michelle and the Claire feminist organization, along with other proof of good deeds, "He is not guilty, and we believe he is being persecuted by the prosecution......"

"Will, this is the bail court, we only need to pay attention to whether he has the intention of waiving bail, and whether he will cause harm to society during the bail period."

The judge looked directly at Song Ya, "APLUS, can you promise me?" ”

"Of course, uh...... Of course, Your Excellency. ”

Song Yagong stood up and replied: "Before I went to New York in second-hand clothes, I lived here, a very bad neighborhood in the south of the city, but I have never been involved in any criminal activities, no criminal record, no criminal record, no criminal record, you know this is not an easy thing to do." ”

"He's suspected of being involved in a large number of shootings in hip-hop circles! The nightclub shooting in Harlem, New York, the Compton radio shooting, I could name a few, he is still facing multiple charges, including rape, and when we tear off his hypocritical mask, you will know that this is a hidden mob boss, one of the most dangerous people in the United States! ”

Chartz pointed to himself and interrupted loudly: "Letting him out could mean the loss of more lives!" ”

"Shit!"

Will Gardner scolded him in court, "Can the prosecution now openly use unconvicted charges and urban legends as evidence to slander in court?" ”

"Watch your words, Will."

The judge warned him, "No profanity is allowed in my courtroom." ”

"Your Excellency." Diane presented some new documents, "This is a work contract that my client has signed with other companies, including a rehearsal of the Gospel Symphony with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra next month, which will be broadcast live at the New Year's Concert and dedicated to the whole meter audience." ”

“Baba Yetu？” The judge could not read the Swahili language of the choral chorus, but there was an English translation of the Lord's Prayer below, and there was a phonetic alphabet for the choir, "You know Swahili and know the Bible?" She asked.

"I don't understand, but it's the home language of the president of my record label, and she taught me a little bit. The Bible, of course, is familiar. ”

Song Ya replied.

"Which one do you like?"

"What?"

"Which of the two do you like?"

"Uh, both the old and the new like ......"

"Then he called all the people and his disciples, and said to them, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself......" The judge came on the spot, and then looked at Songya.

It's an incision between believers, "Uh, uh......" Song Ya racked his brains to recall frantically, "Take his cross on your back?" ”

"Come, follow me."

"What?"

"Take up his cross and follow me. Mark. "The judge finished.

"Oh, yes, sorry Judge." Song Ya wiped his sweat.

"It's already good." The judge looked satisfied.

Will Gardner turned around and gave himself a thumbs up.

"I reiterate once again that the suspect is a dangerous hypocrisy, and his illegal dealings with foreign companies may even include treason and espionage. In that transaction, he caused a huge loss of the interests of the United States for the millions of profits he illegally grabbed! ”

The judge ignored him and directly picked up the small hammer, "Bail will be granted, but you will not be allowed to leave the United States during the bail period, and you will not be allowed to take a private aircraft, and the bail will be 2.5 million dollars." ”

"What!? No, no! Song Ya hugged the back of her head with both hands like Sugnette, and thought that this girl was biased towards herself! Damn it, "I'm going on a world tour next year!" ”

The prosecution was also not satisfied, "We can't accept it either." Charles protested.

But the judge has already hammered down.