Chapter 426 (1/2)

”I can get in touch with some friends and put pressure on the judiciary, and I'll make people pay attention to the news.” Li Zitao resolutely chose to stand on his side.

”Thank you, Charlie. Connie's family will thank you, too.” With that, he hung up. Now he needs to comfort Connie's family.

He is only 23 years old, and his life should have been wonderful, but now he lies in the cold morgue, waiting for the case to be buried.

Life, sometimes, is too fragile.

”Honey, are you ok?” Mary came to the bar and put her arm around his shoulder.

”No, it's OK.” Killing is no stranger to him.

But an innocent life, with a bright future of young people, because of such things lose their lives, or people can not help feeling depressed.

Back in the room, Li asked for the number from the Secretary's room and dialed the governor and the attorney general.

After hearing what he said, they said they would pay attention to it.

The identity, past, motive and criminal record of the old drunkard who threw the baseball also appeared in the newspapers.

Drinking, gambling, stealing, burglary, bad behavior.

He had a family, a wife and two sons, but he was divorced very early.

According to his own account, the motivation for doing this was that he lost a lot of money in that game, 500 dollars.

That was a lot of money 12 years ago, enough to buy a house.

He believed in the White Sox and that Chicago heroes would lead them to victory, but when they lost, he lost.

Now he is poor and can only rely on picking up garbage and ”wild dogs” wandering in the street to grab food. He blames all this on the loss.

Because of the continuous coverage of the news, the matter also caused discussion among citizens.

Whether it is reasonable to prosecute with the first degree intentional murder has aroused a new round of debate.

But the public will not know that there are other forces in action. From the first day of the trial, all the evidence is against him.

His former neighbors said that he was a irascible man and had a serious tendency to harm. He had seen him kill wild dogs by the road with an axe for pleasure.

His colleagues' evaluation of him is very dangerous. No one dares to provoke him, because he always says, ”I will break your neck.”

Records of fights in bars, beatings of victims during robberies, and the fact that he took a baseball to the stadium showed that he was premeditated.

He was very accurate when pitching, aiming at the back of Connie's head.

Under all kinds of evidence, even the lawyers who provided him with free services for humanitarian reasons did not know how to speak.

”It's slander, it's slander, I didn't want to kill him...” his roar in court didn't achieve any effect.

Instead, the jury found that he was, as the evidence shows, extremely violent and extremely harmful to society.

In the end, the jury passed his trial with one abstention.

The first level of intentional homicide is established, and its mode of execution is injection death.

The case didn't drag on for long, but by the time the verdict came down, Li Zitao had already returned to his home in Los Angeles.

”Thanks for your help, Charlie.” He said on the phone.

”He deserved it, and the evidence made people realize what kind of person he was.” Li Zitao left the sofa and came to the window.