Chapter 48: Accidents in the accident

Sonny Piero is dead, and the pattern between the New York mafia families becomes more complicated, but it is certain that Pascipian Astronomy cannot find out who the real murderer is.

At this time, the real murderer who bombarded Piero had returned to the West Point campus and stood in the principal's office of Brigadier General MacArthur.

Standing with him is the upcoming fourth-year student George Howard.

The accusation they faced was to privately mobilize the student army and rob military supplies. The crime was quite serious and they were sentenced to imprisonment according to military law.

Although there is a reason for the incident, the military law is ruthless, and even the principal has no right to give in. MacArthur sat in a wide chair and looked at the two students: "What else do you have to say?"

"No, sir!" The two of them replied with their heads raised and their chests raised, as if they had made no mistakes at all.

"Well, I will convene a temporary military court to judge you." MacArthur made a gesture, and the military police opened the door and escorted the two of them away.

The military court consists of military judges, lawyers and juries, and will be heard at the pastry auditorium on a date. The trial site is almost all soldiers, judges, prosecutors and defense lawyers are active-duty soldiers. The jury is composed of pastry cadets, teachers and residents of pastry towns. The auditorium is filled with military academies wearing gray uniforms.

The two defendants slowly walked to court under the escort of the military police. Chen Zikun and George Howard stood in the dock with their heads held high, unlike the prisoners waiting for trial, but like generals waiting for speeches.

The trial began, and the atmosphere in the court was very strict. Everyone listened to the case statement of the chief prosecutor. The facts of the case were quite clear and the evidence was extremely conclusive. It was a foregone conclusion. The chief prosecutor completed the statement in five minutes. The defense lawyer spoke and exaggerated the critical situation at the time of the incident. However, the chief prosecutor gave a strong rebuttal, saying that the bandits had done what they wanted to do. At this time, blocking would cause unnecessary casualties. Moreover, the criminal case should be responsible by the police, rather than dispatching the army.

The two sides debated verbally. The judge announced an adjournment and the jury negotiated. The verdict was reopened half an hour later. The jury representative spoke. This was a serious military instructor of the West Point and his family also lived in the town.

"After unanimously determined by the jury," the representative looked up at the quiet auditorium. The countless pairs of eyes made him feel a little stressed, but continued: "Ununally determined, the defendant was convicted."

There was an uproar, and the students stood up in anger to protest. The judge had to knock on the gavel, stopping the chaos and announced: "Now the sentence is announced, the defendants Chen Zikun and George Howard are convicted of damaging public property and sentenced to a fine of 200 US dollars."

Chen Zikun and George looked at each other and felt relieved. When the judge asked the defendant what else to say, George raised his hand and said, "Sir, we have something to say."

The judge agreed.

"Chan, let's talk." George gave in moderation.

"You'll do it." Chen Zikun smiled. This sudden disaster was caused by himself after all. George has always liked to show off, so it's better to give him this opportunity.

George's words were short, with only one sentence: "If I did it again, I would do that, thank you everyone."

A burst of applause sounded from the audience seat.

Although the temporary court sentenced two people to lightly, the school rules were not so easy to bypass. The students sentenced to guilt by the military court could not continue to stay at the pastry to study. This is an iron rule that no one can shake.

The 306 dormitory was bleak. Chen Zikun and George had received a notice from the school ordering to leave the school within one day. The two changed out of school uniforms, put on casual clothes, and packed their luggage with great sadness. Compared with Chen Zikun, George was even more unlucky. He was about to graduate in a few months and could wear an army uniform and a second lieutenant's ejection as he wished. However, this sudden incident defeated his dream for more than ten years.

Silently folded the gray uniform and put it in the suitcase. The uniforms of the Western-dotted student were made of three colors: gray, black, and gold, and three ingredients that symbolize gunpowder, saltpeter, charcoal and sulfur. This is the story told by my father. As he grew up in childhood, his father was a veteran, and his greatest ideal was to train his son to become an officer, but unfortunately he disappointed him.

The students in the dormitory stepped forward and hugged George and Chen Zikun in turn to comfort the two students who were about to leave school. They walked out of the dormitory with suitcases, and saw that the corridor was full of students. With a loud bang, all the staff stood attentively and saluted.

The two of them immediately dropped their suitcases, stood straight, raised their hands to their foreheads, and saluted for a long time.

Outside the window, a melodious sound of horns came, and everyone turned their heads and looked at the sunset shone on the stars and stripes, reflecting a red light.

They left the Western pastry gate with great sadness and looked back at the grassy campus. The two of them felt extremely moved. They pressed their hats and lifted their suitcases and turned around and left.

"George, where are you going?" Chen Zikun asked.

"I want to go to New York, maybe be an accountant or something, what about you?" George replied half-jokingly.

"I... Maybe in New York, there will be a stimulating job waiting for me." Chen Zikun said. Now he is at the end of his life, and he can't continue his studies. He still owe a lot of debts. He wants to return to China and doesn't even have a travel fee. His only way out is to work for the Pacino family. The mafia always likes to recruit iron-blooded gunmen like himself.

Suddenly a car rushed over and stopped beside them. Chen Zikun immediately pulled his gun in his hand. A strange face came out from the car window, and raised his hands high in the face of the muzzle: "hi, I have no malice."

"Get out of the car and put your hands where I can see." Chen Zikun's hand holding the gun did not move at all.

The man got out of the car obediently and leaned on the roof cover with his hands.

"George, search him." Chen Zikun fired his gun.

George stepped forward and searched his body, and found a Colt revolver with a caliber 44.

"Which family are you from?" Chen Zikun asked, but he was nervous. It would be a big deal if the other party was from the New York Police Department. He used a mortar to kill so many people in the Piero family. Although the matter was done without any mistakes and no evidence was left, as long as someone who was interested thought about it carefully, he could find out here.

"Friend, don't be nervous. I still have a few things on my body to prove my identity." said the stranger.

George continued to search and found a gun certificate and a Pinkerton Detective Firm's ID.

"Friend, I'm a private detective. For two years, I've been looking for a guy named Wolf Hanks. This guy has a nickname called Killer Wolf. He has killed fifteen people in Chicago, one of whom is the son of a local rich man. So, he has a reward of $10,000. I just came from the Orange County Police Department and they told me two names, Chen and Howard, I think they are you two, right?"

Chen Zikun felt relieved, his muzzle drooped, looked at George, and grinned.

"I think the guy you mentioned is about six feet and four inches tall, a strong elephant-headed bear with a deep scar on his face. He is a veritable ugly monster, right?" Chen Zikun said.

The detective said: "Yes, we tried to catch him several times, but we failed. Instead, we injured several colleagues by him. Unexpectedly, someone caught him alive. It was really not easy. I want to know, how did you catch him?"

Chen Zikun smiled but said nothing.

George said: "That's right, that murderous wolf was blown over by this brave soldier with a mortar."

The detective looked incredible: "Oh, God, mortar."

"Man, you just said 10,000 US dollars. Can you tell me about this specifically?" George hugged the shoulders of the private detective and was extremely intimate.

"Get in the car, let's find a place to have something." The detective said.

The three of them took a bus to Orange County, found a cafe, and discussed the situation in detail. After confirming, the detective took out a check of 10,000 US dollars and asked the two to sign for it.

"If you are interested, you can try it at us." The detective left a business card and left.

Suddenly, there were 10,000 US dollars, and the sadness of being expelled from the school suddenly decreased a lot. The two of them found a bar and ordered two glasses of double whiskey and spirits. They drank in one sip and called two more glasses. Later, they simply brought the whole bottle to blow the bottle. They drank half drunk and half awake, and somehow they had a conflict with the people at the next table. The other party was all put down by Chen Zikun. The police arrived quickly and were about to blow the sirens, but George was smashed over with a bottle of wine.

When they woke up, they were already squatting in the cell of the Orange County Police Department.

Beating the police is a serious crime. The two people who are about to face jail do not care at all and are expelled from the school. What is this matter? However, after waiting for a long time, they did not see the county court for interrogation. Instead, four military policemen came to take them back.

The two looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Now they are no longer part of the army, so why do they still use military police?

He took him back to West Point Military Academy and came to the principal's office again. MacArthur sat upright in a wide seat and watched the two of them.

"It seems like a wise decision to fire the two of you."

"Yes, sir!" the two of them replied in unison, still straightening their backs without any intention of repentance.

MacArthur stood up and walked a few steps with his hands behind his back. His height of 1.9 meters and majestic general demeanor made the two students very stressed.

"I hope you can maintain the enthusiasm and courage to deal with the Orange County police while fighting the enemy, because you represent pastry." MacArthur suddenly said.

The adjutant knocked on the door and submitted two documents. MacArthur quickly signed the name on it and handed George one, saying, "You will transfer to Annapolis Naval Academy to continue your studies."

He handed Chen Zikun another copy: "Congratulations, you have graduated."
Chapter completed!