Han Xuan once accompanied his grandfather to visit a friend of his in prison.

The man was arrested for tax evasion and transferring 80 million unknown assets overseas. He was also a rich man worth up to 400 million US dollars.

Many rich people are evading taxes, so they can only say that they are in a bad mood.

The man's second son fought with the son of an administrative assistant from the Ministry of Finance. He used the insidious "breaking his son and having his grandson's legs" trick, and succeeded, resulting in "flying" and annoyed the other party's old family.

Later, it was found that tax evasion was found and was sued by the terrifying tax bureau and sentenced to six years.

My grandfather knew him for many years, so he went to chat with him and asked him to identify an ancient Egyptian golden mask.

Han Xuan saw tennis courts, golf courses, swimming pools, steaks and red wine for lunch in his prison. The single room was like a hotel in the Hilton Hotel, and he usually handled business in the prison.

Occasionally I can take a walk around the city while I am sick, it's like I'm on vacation

This is the level that Han Xuan usually comes into contact with.

However, the situation is very different when we came to the teenage prison school where our childhood friends were imprisoned.

Looking into the distance, outside the shabby and mottled wall, it is surrounded by sewage discharged from nearby factory areas.

It happened to be in the downwind, and the air had a pungent and unpleasant smell. No matter what was inside, it would definitely be of no benefit to health.

The prison facilities are very old and the iron gates are already rusty.

On the mail tower, there was a prison guard standing guard with a gun. It was not strict and it seemed that he was about to fall asleep while sitting there.

Almost all places in the United States where the real top criminals are imprisoned at sea.

A prison like a floating oil rig, or a small island, even if someone escapes from prison, he has no choice but to face the vast ocean around him.

The Rolls-Royce convoy drove to the prison gate.

The guard heard the sound of horns and looked lazily, and found that the four crystal angel logos were all about to pop out their eyes.

This is a newly revamped bulletproof car model from Rolls-Royce, with a minimum price of up to 850,000 US dollars!

He has only seen it in magazines that the Queen of England has recently traveled in this kind of car, and so are many familiar super rich people.

First call the warden and then run out.

He waved the red stick, signaled to wait and drive, walked over and leaned over to face the car window, shouting loudly: "Is there anything wrong?

Today is not the time to visit the prison. I have already invited the warden to come over, please wait!"

"We are going to meet someone today, and there must be a way to solve it. Which company does this prison belong to?

Depth?cca? Punishment?

Maybe I know your boss..."

After getting off the car, Secretary Dawson said to the two doormen.

Many private prisons in the United States are actually like companies.

The government asked them to detain prisoners and needed to give them some money. They could also use these prisoners as free labor. The so-called human rights are simply a joke here.

I work six or seven hours a day, and only get a few dozen dollars a month, and the remaining value is squeezed. Visiting relatives, calling outsiders, etc. are all charged.

The companies Dawson mentioned are all large companies with many prisons across the United States, such as CCA, whose turnover reached 700 to 800 million US dollars last year and their net profit was also over 100 million!

After hearing this, the guard felt a little sad.

I don’t understand how such a big man would come to a small place like himself and smile and please him: “Not one.

Our company is called Green Alliance, and there are a total of four prisons in Washington State, which is incomparable to them.

Look, that's our warden.

His legs were cut off by a prisoner during a riot, so don't mention this..."

Han Xuan was sitting in the car.

After a long journey in the morning, his face looked a little tired.

At this moment, let Anya wait first, get off the car alone and wait for the disabled person with a cane to come over. Perhaps because of the prosthetic limb, it just looked a little lame.

The two guards looked at Han Xuan and then looked again.

It overlaps with the little face in my memory, and a terrifying name pops up in my heart.

Looking at each other confirmed his guess, he immediately took a deep breath and asked uncertainly: "Are you Han?"

"Um.

It's me, hello you guys."

Han Xuan smiled and replied.

...

It is troublesome for others to go to prison during non-visiting hours, but it is not a problem for him.

Yesterday I asked someone to check Balze Augsger's criminal record, but because it was all paper documents at that time, it was not found yet.

At this moment, the warden took Han Xuan and searched for the prisoner's personal information in the archives room. After a while, he took a piece of brown document and smiled: "Ha! Here!

Sorry, the water pipe leaked, so it smelled bad.

Let's go out first, we should find someone to clean up..."

Han Xuan hates the smell of mold, but now he doesn't care about so much.

Take Balze's file from the warden, and when you open it, you will see the familiar little face.

He was only in his teens when he was in prison, with baby fat on his face, and he didn't change much from his childhood, but he didn't have the smile he often saw back then.

Then he saw the bright red "life imprisonment" written on it. Han Xuan frowned and walked out to the warden's office and sat down on the sofa.

Secretary Shen took out two bottles of mineral water from his handbag and placed it in front of his boss and Anya to help open it.

She has graduated from Tainan National University and has become much more mature and capable recently. She has handled Han Xuan's life in an orderly manner and does not interfere in business matters, just like a nanny with her.

The warden, who was about to pour tea, smacked his lips and sighed in his heart that the richest man was different. He didn't feel uncomfortable, but instead took it for granted.

Han Xuan quickly looked through it, closed his eyes and sighed.

Unexpectedly, after the Ogsgers moved to Seattle from Montana, they encountered so many changes.

The file records that Balze went to a villa near Seattle Woodland Park in early 1993 and shot two Indian couples and was arrested by police on the spot.

It only wrote about the crime process and the court verdict, but did not write about the specific reason.

The Ministry of Justice has helped Han Xuan remove files from the Seattle Federal Court and is on the way to deliver them. The prosecutor in charge of the case at the time also came.

He handed over the documents to three of the top criminal lawyers in the United States and asked the warden Ramsway: "A child who is less than fourteen years old will be sentenced to life imprisonment and will not be parole?"

"This is something the court should decide, we are only responsible for accepting it, but I still remember a little bit of the situation at that time.

The couple he killed were all local Indians, and their ancestors were once the chieftains of Seattle. Our Seattle name comes from the chiefs of that tribe.

I also think the punishment for Balze is too heavy. The child is usually very honest and doesn't like to talk. He is a good child.

But this involved racial conflicts, and it was a big deal at that time…”

(ps: I recently saw many people saying that I want to finish it. To explain, it is just a normal plot that is too excessive and there is no meaning to finish it. It is still very long. ╮(￣▽￣””)╭)(To be continued.).
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