After an uproar, the reporters were divided into two factions.

Naturally, the five major eastern newspapers that paid the money were clamoring to refund the money.

Needless to say, the other faction was the reporters who secretly escaped the "wealth robbery". They covered their mouths and laughed secretly, looking at the five suckers with pity.

"The money cannot be refunded."

When the money comes from the police, do you still expect him to spit it out?

I heard Stevenson Jr. say a little apologetically: "But in order to compensate the five journalists who paid the money, I will arrange for you to sit at the closest position to the mayor, so that you can hear their conversation as soon as possible...

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The reporter from the five major newspapers rolled his eyes when he heard this: They are all in the same warehouse, are there more than 200 meters in the front and back rows? I heard it as soon as possible... Director, do you dare to be more shameless?

“…It’s not just the conversation, but you’re close to each other, aren’t the photos you took clearer?”

Stevenson Jr. did not have any shameless awareness and continued, "How about it, you should be satisfied now, right? Uh, hehe, still don't speak? Well, I'll make a decision and give each newspaper a priority

How about the right to ask questions? Uh, hehe, still don’t agree? The answer to the right to ask questions is to tell each of you individually with a note. This is the exclusive news and no one else knows it! Haha, you should always be satisfied now

Yes? If you don’t speak, okay, I can’t do anything if you don’t speak. Anyway, the place where this conversation was determined by the mayor. If you are not satisfied, you can choose not to go in! Okay, the mayor and all the officials should be here

I've been waiting inside for a long time, let's all go in!"

Seeing that the five "subborns" were still arrogant, Stevenson put away his smile and snorted coldly. The command headquarters escorted Krim to enter the warehouse first.

Waiting for Stevenson and his group to enter, the reporters next to him looked at each other, shouted, and rushed forward: Those five fools don't have the front seat, we want it, grab it, grab it! Whoever got it

Who is it!

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze. Let's go in first!"

"Yes, let's go in first, we gave the money!"

The reporters from the five newspapers who were still sulking were anxious to see this, rushed to the door, shouting, and angrily, and their resentment towards Stevenson Jr. disappeared.

"Hmph, let you be pretentious, don't worry about them. Let's squeeze together!"

"Yes, the warehouse is so big, there must be many front row positions. Everyone rushes in with their ability!"

Suddenly, the entrance of the warehouse became chaotic, and a tragedy of reporters fighting each other almost broke out...

Krim was taken into the warehouse. As soon as he entered, his eyes suddenly lit up: This, this is not like a warehouse!

At least, it’s impossible to get a regular warehouse after half a day!

The warehouse is as wide as an auditorium, with long wires on the ground. There are all colors, and small chairs are neatly arranged in horizontal and vertical rows. At the end of each row is a table with a top position on it.

There was a telegraph machine and two telephones, and the colorful wires were used to serve these communication equipment. There were many small chairs, with eight rows of almost half of the warehouse, and there was a horizontal row in front of the chairs.

The high rostrum was filled with people. Just below the rostrum, an open space was empty. There was a cage in the center... Oh, no, to be precise, it should be a semi-enclosed rostrum.

Damn it, it was made completely according to the layout of the Western Method Court... Is that the "Defendant"? Who do you want to judge? Will I be judged?

You are colluding privately and have planned it long ago! How long has it been since I got off the boat and got here? Can you make so many things happen in such a short time?

Krim held a breath in his chest and wanted to shout: "Hey, I saw it. They had planned it for a long time and wanted to judge me! This fully shows that I didn't kill the person just now.

Captain Krem was framed…”

Not to mention Krim was furiously complaining in his stomach, the light from the roof of the warehouse was lit up again, and the strong light shone on the high rostrum. There were about a dozen people on it, each wearing formal clothes and serious expressions.

The one in the middle looks a bit similar to Stevenson Jr. Krem knew: This must be the old Mayor Stevenson!

"Go, stand inside, be honest!"

The police escorting Krim pushed Krim into the ‘Defendant’ and closed the door without any hesitation.

The only thing that made Krim feel better was that before pushing forward, the police untied the handcuffs on his wrist, which made our captain not so embarrassed.

The police lined up on both sides, seemingly maintaining order. At this time, more than a hundred reporters rushed in. Like the fan group who listened to concerts in later generations, they shouted and yelled to seize the front row as soon as they came in.

It was not until the reporters pushed and shoved, and they took up a position, that they noticed the extraordinary layout of this large warehouse.

Court?!

Like Krim, most savvy reporters immediately understood: This is a warning to the Navy. What kind of shooting is probably a trap... It seems that the Navy's gunboat blockade of San Francisco can make these government leaders angry.

That little white-faced person probably suffered a lot!

Even though they understood, the reporters did not realize that they were looking for Krim. Instead, they raised their cameras and took pictures of the bright warehouse with a crackling sound, and also took pictures of Krim's trial from all angles.

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"Midnight, the San Francisco City Government negotiated with the Federal Navy representative in court! Is it a trial or a compromise?"

Just thinking about it, this title is enough to be shocking and eye-catching in the newspaper tomorrow!

When everyone was almost done, Old Stevenson raised a small hammer and knocked on the table. 'Bang', the large iron door of the warehouse closed with a clang, and the huge sound of closing echoed in the vast open warehouse.

Continuous.

Immediately, the chirping scene became quiet, leaving only a string of low breaths.

At ten o'clock in the evening, everyone held their breath. In this era when they were about to fall asleep at 10 o'clock, everyone was not sleepy at all and completely forgot the time they were now. They sat in a small chair and raised their heads.

He just stared at Old Stevenson on the judges table and waited for him to speak.

"Your name is Krim? Do you want to see me?" Old Stevenson spoke, his voice was very low, and the condescending pressure hit Krim in the dock.

"Yes, my name is Krim. Is he an active naval captain. Are you the mayor of San Francisco?" Captain Krim is not an ordinary person. He was not scared by this invisible pressure, but only used only

The tremolo I knew was completely finished.

OK, good example!

The reporters secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cheered for Krim: You must hold on, say more exciting things so that we can send the information back to our newspaper office!

The eight telegraph machines were ready to go by the seat. The reporter who had seized the right to use the fingers were trembling, just waiting for the news to be released as soon as possible!

In this regard, the reporters were very satisfied with the San Francisco City Government's intimate arrangements. Even the five "sublicists" had forgotten their displeasure. They focused on the conversation between Stevenson and Krem.

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"I'm Stevenson, and I'm surrounded by famous figures in San Francisco... Krem. Let me ask you, are the gunboats outside the harbor belonging to your Navy?"

Old Stevenson spoke in a bad tone.

He couldn't be kind. Not to mention whether these gunboats were for Young Master Long, just taking the harbor blockade as an example, this was a great provocation to the San Francisco city government itself.

Old Stevenson doesn't handle it well. He, the mayor, can't go on the way!

"It's our navy..."

"Then I ask you, why do you want to block the port?" Before Krim finished answering, Old Stevenson interrupted, with a slight angry voice, and a small hammer hit it hard: "Do you know? How much will the blockade of the port cause?

How many foreign merchant ships will be affected by the bad influence? How much loss will it cause? Will your navy bear this loss?"

"His mayor, there is a reason we block the harbour!"

"Hmph, of course you have your reasons. Let me tell you. So many of us don't sleep so late, isn't it just to listen to your reasons!"

Old Stevenson snorted and said, "If the reason is not sufficient, I will sue Washington tomorrow. Please give me an explanation from the senior officials of the Admiralty! San Francisco is an international port, and you are destroying the international image of the United States!

Hehe, it’s so majestic. Your navy has blocked its own harbor. Your navy has been promising over the years. If you don’t look outward, should you practice it with your own people first?”

"Your Excellency Mayor, don't be angry, I want to ask a few witnesses to come out."

Krem had come out of the shadow of 'murder', and he turned his head and looked at Carl Van Stevenson, saying, "Hiss Secretary, where are the people who come with me? You promised me, no

It will hurt them."

"They..." Carlfan's words suddenly dragged on, and his expression was also quite strange.

"Carvan, where are the people who came with Captain Krem? You are responsible for the port security. Don't tell me that Captain Krem rowed ashore by himself!"

Old Stevenson's eyes swept towards his son, and there was doubt in his tone, which made Krem's heart move: Hey, it seems that this second-generation official framed me did not seem to have received his father's approval.

Humph, I understand...

"This... Mayor, I have something to say, Captain Krem, after he got ashore, he shot and killed a reporter!" Carvan seemed to be forced to do so and quickly told him the matter.

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Stevenson, the elder, frowned: "Shoot and kill?"

"Mayor, I was wronged!"

From the expression of Old Stevenson, I further confirmed my guess. Krem raised his head and said, "So many people are present, I don't care about the relationship between the mayor and the chief of police. I just hope that I can

Be treated fairly! Let's put this accident aside first, or ask those who came with me to come out. There are not only people from my navy, but also... some docked in your harbor.

The crew of the merchant ship! If they are injured, I think the Chief of the Police Department will be blamed, right?"

"What crew? Nonsense!" Carl Fanru was trampled on the old cat, jumped up and cursed.

"Shut up, Carl Van!"

Old Stevenson saw that the cat was coming, he slammed the table and shouted angrily at his son: "Don't play tricks, find Captain Krem's entourage for me. If half of them are missing, I will strip them down.

You're such a policeman!"

"oh……"
To be continued...