Livestream: The Adjudicator Of Death Chapter 114 - The Victim's Mother's Own Story

Chapter 114: The Victim’s Mother’s Own Story

In a hotel room not far from the San Francisco Court…

“Sheriff, do you think the gut-wrenching five will be released?”

Victor leaned against the window and used his hand to open a gap in the shutters. He looked at the dense crowd of protesters lighting torches on the street downstairs and lit a cigarette. Slowly, he said, “I don’t know. Our duty is to uphold the law. The verdict will be announced tomorrow. We still have to appear in court. It’s getting late. Go to bed early.”

The police officer looked at Victor in surprise. According to the people in the police station, Victor had quit smoking for ten years. He had been with Victor for three years and had never seen him smoke a cigarette. What happened today? He was actually smoking!

At this time, in a villa in San Francisco, a group of men surrounded a fat man in a robe. One of them said, “Judge Harriman.”

The fat man in the robe was the chief judge of the San Francisco Court, Harriman. The man continued, “I don’t know who leaked the news this time!”

After saying that, he looked coldly at the people around him, and they could not help but tremble.

Harriman shook his fat face, shook his head, and said, “It might not be our own people who leaked the news. You have to know that these reporters’ noses are more sensitive than dogs. Who knows where they got the news from?”

“Now there are demonstrators outside the court with torches lit!”

“These d.a.m.n things! Don’t tell me they want to burn the court down?!”

“Hehe! What are you afraid of? When has there not been a demonstration? If anything happens, we can ask the police to send more people. If it really can’t be done, then contact the National Guard to suppress it! Do these people really think they can change anything?”

“Then, shouldn’t the Death Judge pay attention? There is a huge clamor for him to execute Paulette and the others!”

“He was still broadcasting in Concord City yesterday, so he won’t get to reach San Francisco so soon. Besides, Paulette and the others didn’t receive a Death Notice. There are so many police forces outside the prison and the court. I don’t think he would have the courage to come.”

“This matter has been blown up so much. Will there be any accidents?”

“After this matter is done, I will get a recommendation. I have a great chance to enter the Supreme Court of the Federation. Why should I be afraid of such a small matter?” Harriman said proudly. The fat on his body trembled slightly due to his excitement.

“You’re right! Judge Harriman will enter the Supreme Court of the Federation soon. Such a small matter is nothing!”

…

Early morning the next day…

A video was posted on the Internet. At this time, most people had already fallen asleep. Even so, this video still received tens of thousands of comments in a very short time.

However, in a few hours, when the sun rose, the video would set off a terrible tsunami across the United States in just a few minutes.

Time pa.s.sed very quickly that night. Clara got up at seven o’clock in the morning.

As a middle-aged housewife, Clara’s life was very boring. Fortunately, her daughter taught her how to use her mobile phone to surf the Internet. Every morning, after cooking for her family, she would look at the news.

The first thing Clara did when she woke up that day was turn on her mobile phone and browse through the news/ This was because of the previous day’s media exposure of the gut-wrenching bail incident.

She had lived in San Francisco her entire life, and this made her very angry. If her husband had not stopped her, she might have joined the protest march. She wanted to monitor the development of the matter.

She quickly swiped on the screen of her cell phone. One after another, the news of the protesters being beaten by the police made her angry again. Soon, a video caught her attention. The t.i.tle was “The Victim’s Mother’s Self-description.”

In the video, there was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was very haggard. Her eyes were horribly red and swollen. There were still traces of tears on her face that had not completely dried up. Her two arms were tightly hugging a photo frame, and the photo inside was one of the three victims of the gut-wrenching case.

“I am the mother of one of the three victims. Thank you for your concern for my daughter. Regarding the news that the murderer was about to be released on bail, I can guarantee with my life that this matter is true. Now, the lawyer told me that it would be very difficult to sentence them to death. He even advised me to collect the money and not pursue the matter anymore. Otherwise, my life might be in danger! When I was young, it was the golden age of the United States. This made me believe that the American legal system was the best in the world. All innocent people would get a fair trial and all sins would be punished. But my daughter didn’t do anything bad. Why did she have to suffer such a tragic thing! I only have one daughter! She’s still so young!”

Clara’s eyes were filled with tears as she kept wiping them away. She was about the same age as the mother in the video, and she had a filial daughter. She could understand how the mother felt.

In the middle of the video, she took out a photo of her daughter’s body. Even with the thick mosaic, the scene was a terrifying one, and it sent chills down people’s spines. The intestines that were taken out from her lower body dripped with blood and strangled the girl’s neck. It made everyone who watched the video feel as if the intestines were strangling their own necks.

“Animals! These animals, a good family was destroyed by them just like that!” Clara’s tears had already soaked the collar of her pajamas and she was sobbing so hard that she could not speak.

At the end of the video was the pet.i.tion of this poor mother.

“I would rather die than let these five animals be sentenced to death! I am willing to give everything I have! I beg the Death Judge to help me let these five animals go to h.e.l.l! Let my daughter rest in peace!”

At the end of the video, Clara broke down and cried out loud.

Her husband, who was sleeping soundly beside her, was woken up by Clara’s crying. He got up and asked, “What’s wrong, Clara?”

Clara handed her phone to her husband. The husband looked at it in confusion.

A few minutes later, after watching the video, the husband’s eyes were wide open. He was breathing heavily, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging.

“F*ck! These d*mn beasts! Call your son and join the protest march immediately! I’ll make a call first and ask all the employees of the company to join the march!”

This scene was only a microcosm of the millions of families in San Francisco and the United States. A terrifying tsunami was about to be set off.

“I hope you can last a little longer in this game.”

Looking at the video played on his phone, the corners of Jack’s mouth curled up into a gloomy and cold smile. His eyes revealed a hint of terror.