Angry and annoyed, Nikris left the interrogation room. As soon as he entered the prison office, he saw his boss, Bruce Mack, walking over.
"I've already asked someone to find Clyde Hilton's DVD player. As long as that bastard pleads guilty, we can do whatever we want."
Just as he was about to object, he remembered that William had said that time was running out. Once again, Nikris was forced to make a deal with the prisoner. Discouraged, he said, "Whatever, I'm going to submit the case to Judge Roberts."
At seven o 'clock the next morning, Clyde was woken up by the prison guard. He would be escorted to the New York District Court for his first trial.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, the trial officially began. Because he did not have a lawyer, Clyde sat alone in the defendant's seat. Next to him was the prosecutor, Nick, his boss, Bruce Mack, and his subordinate, Sarah Lowell.
Holding a document, Nick stood up and said to the judge, "As Mr. Shelton is not only a suspect in the murders of Clarence Doby and Rupert Meek, but also in Panama.
At the same time, he is suspected of transferring assets to Panama and is a flight risk. Therefore, I request that Clyde Shelton be denied bail. "
Judge Roberts looked at Nick and then looked at Clyde. "Mr. Shelton, since you refuse to have a lawyer, you have to defend yourself. Now, what do you want to say?"
"Mr. Shelton." Seeing that Shelton was just staring at Nick, Judge Roberts had to remind him.
"Yes, yes." Clyde turned back to Judge Roberts. "Do I need to stand up?"
"Please." Roberts frowned.
"Understood." Clyde nodded and stood up. After studying Roberts for ten years, Clyde knew exactly what to say to get Roberts' favor. Pretending to be shy, he said, "I'm sorry, Your Honor. This is my first time standing here, so I don't know what to do."
Hearing this explanation, Judge Roberts nodded in understanding and gestured for Clyde to continue.
"Thank you." Clyde put his hand on the table in front of him and pretended to be at a loss. "To be honest, Your Honor, I'm just an ordinary person, a law-abiding ordinary person. This is the first time I've been charged with breaking the law. Before this, I didn't even have a record of breaking the law.
That's why I don't understand why Mr. Prosecutor is applying to keep me in custody without any evidence against me.
If you do agree to Prosecutor Nick's request, I consider it to be a serious prejudice against me, a retrogression of the law, a persecution of my rights, and a blasphemy against justice and equality.
And based on Dave Nader's case, I don't think Prosecutor Nick has the right to stop me from enjoying my sacred rights under the law. "
After saying that, Clayde smiled at Nick and the other two. Nick, who was dumbfounded by Clayde's words, could only shake his head helplessly.
He knew that Judge Roberts would release Clyde on bail after this.
Judge Roberts, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at Nick helplessly. After a moment of hesitation, he stammered, "Actually … I … I tend to agree with you, Mr. Shelton."
Nick stood up, unwilling to give up. "Your Excellency, since Mr. Shelton has already reached a plea agreement with us, I would like to request an extension of Mr. Shelton's detention."
"Has the plea agreement been signed?" Judge Roberts looked at Nick.
Nick's assistant, Sarah Lowell, quickly took out a document and handed it to Nick. Nick then placed the document in front of Clyde. "You promised me that I would give you what you wanted, so you gave me what I wanted."
"That's right." Clyde took the agreement and looked at it. He then smiled at Judge Roberts. "Your Excellency, shouldn't you announce that I can be released on bail? You see, I'm still waiting to sign it."
"Wow!", everyone at the scene looked at Shelton as if they were looking at a madman.
"Do you know what you're doing? Clyde Shelton. "Judge Roberts took off his glasses and stared at Clyde angrily." I can charge you with contempt of court. "
"Regardless of whether I sign this document or not, my right to bail has not been taken away, right?" Clyde raised the plea agreement in his hand. "Before I sign this document and the prosecution has no evidence against me, I'm innocent, right?" "Yes, Your Excellency."
"Well, well," Judge Roberts looked at Clyde, who was all smiles. "Well, you're right. Before there is convincing evidence, I have no right to restrict your freedom. So, I'll agree to bail. The bail amount is …"
Having achieved his goal, Clyde shook his head with a smile. Nick, who had been staring at him, had a bad premonition. He quickly interrupted Robert, "Your Excellency, I want to remind you that this decision is wrong."
"What?" Before Judge Roberts could finish, he heard a round of applause. He turned around and saw Clyde staring at him with a strange look. Clyde even started clapping.
"Thank you, thank you." Clyde clapped his hands and made a gesture of surrender. "Are you really going to let me go?"
"What are you trying to say?" Judge Roberts stared at Clyde angrily.
"Sorry, what I'm trying to say is, are you really going to let me, a murderer who killed two people, go?"
Clyde pointed at himself and smiled. "You probably don't remember me, Your Excellency."
Judge Roberts looked at Clyde seriously and said, "In this court, if I were you, I would be careful with what I say."
"Ha, it doesn't matter. I don't want to go. There's no need to be careful." After that, Clyde picked up a pen and signed the plea agreement.
Then he turned around and showed the agreement to the people behind him. After everyone saw it clearly, he pointed at Judge Roberts and said, "Look, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, but she wants to let me go. Isn't it funny?
I just told her a case to scare her, and she's scared like a fresh graduate intern. She's so scared that she doesn't care about anything else and wants to let me go. Do you know what I'm going to do when I get out? "
Clyde shouted like a madman. "When I get out, I'm going to kill all the people related to that case, just like I killed Clarence Dobby, the murderer who killed my wife and daughter. Do you know how I killed Mr. Dobby?
I took him apart like a toy. "Clayde gestured to himself." Crack, the toy's fingers fell off. Crack, the toy's feet broke. Crack, the toy's head fell off. Crack, the toy's head fell off.
Do you know why I'm saying all this? Because … "Clyde pointed at Judge Roberts and Nick and growled," Because this guy sitting on the bench who doesn't care about justice, and these bastards who only care about solving cases, let me out of prison after I got out of prison.
The murderer who killed my wife and daughter was released after only three years in prison. Therefore, I could only use my own method to kill Clarence Dobby and Rupert Meeker, the two murderers who should have gone to hell ten years ago. "
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