Darkstone Code-Chapter 786 - 0784 End
Five guys with leg shackles sat down in their chairs, their hands were in hand shackles, not handcuffs, but shackles.
Two circular rings, about one centimeter thick, clasp their hands, with a fairly thick iron chain in the middle, connecting their leg shackles and dragging a twenty-pound iron ball.
This is a tool specifically designed for death row inmates, sometimes people’s attitude toward certain matters is obviously too serious.
For instance, legal professionals believe "suicide" is a form of evading punishment, similar incidents have happened more than once in Gafura and Federation history.
Criminals facing unbearable punishment, such as the death penalty, choose to commit suicide because they can’t endure it.
As a result, the prison snatched them from the embrace of the Death God, carefully took care of them, waited for their recovery, and then gave them a bullet. This type of behavior, which baffled many, was called "judicial justice."
The explanations from lawyers and the Ministry of Justice are somewhat strained, the societal focus is always on whether "depriving someone of life is appropriate" rather than on the prisoners themselves.
In general, to avoid societal pressure, death row inmates from each country are restricted in certain behaviors.
Like those in front of Lynch, they couldn’t even raise their hands, it wasn’t easy for them to commit suicide.
Seeing Lynch enter the room, five former partners seemed a bit excited.
After the baton forcefully hit the wall a few times, these people calmed down again.
It was apparent they hadn’t suffered less.
"Why did you call me here?" Lynch sat there, legs crossed, looking at the five people opposite the table.
He didn’t feel much sympathy for them, just as he faced Richard, he could neither hate nor dislike them, but he could not sympathize with them either.
When they teamed up with Richard to secretly transfer their assets, they lost the chance to be sympathized with.
The room didn’t smell pleasant, Lynch took out a pack of cigarettes, and the five people’s eyes instantly fixed on the pack.
Lynch took one out and pushed the pack over, along with a pack of matches.
The prison guard handed them cigarettes and helped light them, not out of respect for them, but to prevent them from hiding anything dangerous and bringing it back to the prison area.
The guy sitting in the middle left a deeper impression on Lynch; he was the first person on Richard’s team, slightly older but learned quickly, had a strong desire for money, was very persistent, became one of Richard’s most important partners, and was the vice president of Yuanrong Capital.
He smoked two puffs, then coughed several times, during this time they hadn’t smoked any cigarettes, the sudden intake of smoke triggered a stress response, causing them to cough.
After coughing twice, his cough settled, he bent his waist, lowered his head and raised his foot, barely managing to let his hand touch the cigarette.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, lifted his chest and looked at Lynch, "Mr. Lynch, we applied for... extradition back home, but we don’t know why no one has responded yet..."
"Can you help us by talking to the embassy, we beg you."
His eyes showed sadness and despair; after realizing that their plea received no response, they understood the dire situation, their only potential helper was Lynch.
Fortunately, Lynch was willing to meet them, this was their last hope.
Lynch glanced at the prison guard, they interacted for two seconds, then the guard pinched the brim of his wide-brimmed hat and lifted it to show respect to the noble, then left the room.
This surprised the five people in the room at Lynch’s influence; they didn’t expect Lynch could sway the prison guards.
They were unaware that Lynch had recently made headlines outside, some even called him "the core figure of the New Noble Group."
With such status, it wasn’t a problem for a small prison guard to make way.
This gave everyone a sense of hope, perhaps there was a chance to survive!
But soon, Lynch shattered this hope.
"I can talk to the ambassador for you, but don’t harbor any hope." He flicked the ash, some fine ash fell on his leather boots.
The polished shoes hadn’t picked up any dust, the ash fell on the surface and slid down.
Lynch looked at these people and continued, "The domestic election is approaching; stability in international society is also very important. If Richard hadn’t died, there might be a chance for extradition due to him, and even for you to be extradited back."
"But he’s dead, the one who truly stirred things up has died, domestic society and public opinion are not focused on you, therefore..." He exhaled lightly, "Even if I pass on this idea for you, domestic parties won’t pay attention."
"Because you haven’t made enough noise!"
Sometimes, the bigger the commotion, the less likely things will go wrong, at least it won’t mean absolute doom from the start.
This is like taking a loan from the bank. An entrepreneur with assets worth ten million borrows two million from the bank. If he dares not repay the money, the bank will dare to make him bankrupt!
Similarly, an entrepreneur with assets worth ten million—not to mention how he used the ten million to borrow a billion from the bank—but if he doesn’t repay, the bank wouldn’t dare to urge him.
They would even assign people to protect him, buy him substantial insurance, to ensure nothing happens to him.
As long as he’s alive, the responsibility rests on him, and the bank officials won’t foolishly take on the responsibility themselves.
The same applies to these five people.
When the Federation’s media reports news of Federation citizens committing crimes abroad, they try to minimize the presence of the Federation citizens. They mainly report on the suicide of Richard, while glossing over the others.
Without social outcry, the higher-ups won’t pay attention, and without attention, there’s no extradition.
After Lynch briefly explained the problem, the middle-aged man broke down, weeping uncontrollably, both snot and tears gushing out, looking quite disgusting.
The others were also affected, emotionally collapsing, or on the verge of collapse.
They had not anticipated the situation to escalate to this point. Initially, they thought even if the company’s operations malfunctioned, at most they’d go to jail; they really hadn’t considered the possibility of dying.
This is the serious consequence of cognitive errors. This is Gafura, a monarchist state, where laws are said to be fair and just, but in reality, rulers often decide how they are applied.
Now, these people’s deaths are needed to appease the victims’ emotions, so they must die; no one can save them.
The middle-aged man suddenly thought of his home in the Federation, thought of his parents, his wife and children, and he truly broke down.
He seemed to think of something suddenly, hurriedly wiped his tears and snot with his sleeve, smearing snot all over his face, yet he couldn’t afford to feel disgusted.
"Mr. Lynch, I have money; I remembered I have two million Fla left—can it save me?", his eyes were full of pleading.
This money was secretly transferred away by him, Richard was transferring assets, and he was transferring assets; most of them were doing the same.
They were the company’s core members. Whether Yuanrong Capital and Yuanrong Gold Certificate were frauds, they knew better than anyone, so as soon as they had money, they began transferring it.
If Richard hadn’t wanted to push Yuanrong Capital’s listing to earn more, they might have already left Gafura, appearing in another country, waiting for the next opportunity.
Unfortunately, greed made Richard’s most glorious moment and became the executioner that beheaded them.
Others also hastily mentioned how much money they had, but Lynch remained unmoved. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Everyone has their principles; Lynch also had his bottom line. He wouldn’t take the money because he knows he couldn’t save these people.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a notebook and a pen, "I won’t take your money. You can tell me your account numbers and passwords, and I’ll transfer them to your families."
"Of course, you don’t have to trust me. It’s not a loss to me; I know you find it hard to accept such things right now. This is the only thing I can do."
Perhaps after crying a while and truly sensing the hopelessness from Lynch’s words, the people calmed down after venting their emotions.
The middle-aged man revealed his account and password, followed by the second, and the third person.
They were about to die. Keeping this money was pointless. It was better to bring a new life to their families, wasn’t this exactly what they wanted most?
After recording all the accounts and passwords, Lynch properly stored away the notebook.
He sighed softly; if only they hadn’t been so greedy, how could it have come to this?
After leaving, Lynch relayed their appeals to the ambassador; thereafter, the matter didn’t progress further.
Just as he suspected, after Mr. Truman and the President learned about these things, they didn’t take further action, as if nothing had happened.
On December 8th, five gunshots took five vibrant lives, and the turmoil caused by Yuanrong Capital thus came to a halt.
Time always moves forward, and people always look ahead. Soon, people will forget everything that happened here, forget those who lay eternally here for various reasons.
The day after the executions, Lynch boarded a ship with a group of nobles, embarking on a journey to Amelie Province...
No, actually only some of his things went, after letting the young count and those people board the ship, he directly returned to the Federation.
When the election curtain opens, he’d best stay in the Federation.
Even if something goes wrong, he can promptly rescue the situation.
