And these docunts clearly recorded the transactions between Sharp, Clent, and those criminals in detail.
Not only did they detail every transaction's ti and date, but also which sums of money were finally laundered and into which accounts they were deposited—all recorded crystal clear.
Not to ntion the formidable inspection system of the National Revenue Service, even assigning a couple of cops would confirm it quickly.
"Bensum, let have a look!"
Sitting in the dock, Sharp sensed trouble at Bensum's deanor and imdiately wanted to see what content was on the docunts.
Bensum sighed in resignation, walked over to the dock, and placed the files in front of them.
The two imdiately flipped to their respective docunts and began to rapidly skim through them.
But soon, their complexions turned as unsightly as Bensum's a mont ago.
Sharp, in particular, beca infuriated and cursed loudly, "Damn that Archer..."
"Order!"
Sandy on the bench struck the gavel and said, "Defendants Sharp and Clent, as well as the defense attorneys, do you have anything else to say?"
"Your Honor, these docunts... I believe so details are not sufficiently thorough. To give Henderson City's citizens an explanation, I think further investigation is required. We can't just conclude the case hastily; only then can we satisfy the public!"
Bensum of course knew that the content on these docunts was indeed true.
His actions were nothing more than an attempt to secure an adjournnt.
If the court adjourned, he would imdiately suggest to the high-ranking officials at city hall that they should either admit their wrongdoing to the National Revenue Service or beg for rcy—anything to stop further proceedings.
Otherwise, Sharp and Clent were assuredly dood!
And the image of city hall might suffer a blow just like Sparks City, with everyone else bearing the misfortune as well!
"Since you believe the details are insufficient, very well, let's summon the witnesses!"
At Sandy's words, Bensum froze instantaneously.
He hadn't anticipated that not only had the National Revenue Service obtained these docunts, but they had also arranged for witnesses.
His plans for an adjournnt to allow city hall to plead for rcy were likely to be dashed.
Lost in thought, five n were brought out.
Those five were none other than old acquaintances of Sharp and Clent.
Archer, the man who had provoked Sharp's outburst, was among them as well.
"Witnesses, please introduce yourselves one by one and then state what you will testify,"
Archer stood up first, glanced at the viciously scowling Sharp, then looked at Director David sitting cross-legged in the audience, before he began, "Your Honor, in January 2020, when the Valley District was planning a city construction project, I got to know Mr. Sharp, the city manager, through a friend's introduction."
"And on December 16, 2021, through a bribe of 300,000 US dollars, I obtained the planning docunt from Mr. Sharp in advance, and after that..."
Archer detailed every transaction he had with Sharp.
After his testimony, the mbers of city hall in the audience felt as if all strength had drained from their bodies, slumping powerless in their seats.
They knew Sharp was finished, utterly finished!
"Your Honor, my na is Garcia..."
"Your Honor, my na is Fosbury..."
"Your Honor..."
"..."
In the following ti, the remaining four witnesses also took their turn, detailing their relationships and deals with Sharp and Clent.
"You damn bastards, I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you!"
Sharp, looking at each person pointing the finger at him, not only roared but also charged forward.
Luckily, the inspector guarding him was quick to act, imdiately grabbing and pressing him back into his seat.
As for Clent, after being stunned for a while, he suddenly ca to his senses, quickly looking towards Director David and pleading in a sobbing voice, "Director Jennifer, Director David, and gentlen of the National Revenue Service, our city hall knows we were wrong, we will abandon the crackdown, please... just give us a break..."
He knew that Bitcher and Adelaide of Sparks had each been sentenced to 1,200 years.
That's 1,200 years without any possibility of parole!
He didn't want to go to prison and live a life akin to the living dead.
Therefore, even if it ant losing composure in front of so many people in the courtroom, he did not care at all.
Since it was the National Revenue Service's courtroom, as long as his plea for rcy could move the officials, he wouldn't have to worry about prison, and perhaps he could even continue his official duties!
In comparison, what were face and dignity worth?
Watching Clent, the Deputy Mayor, now practically begging for rcy, the onlookers in the audience exchanged bewildered glances.
But they did not mock or despise Clent.
Because if they were in the dock facing such severe punishnt, most of them would also choose to set aside their dignity and seek an agreent.
And the city hall mbers in the audience now felt their cheeks burn with sha and embarrassnt.
Even so, they did not bla Clent too much.
Their hopes lay, perhaps even more so, with Director David and the senior officials of the National Revenue Service accepting Clent's surrender on behalf of city hall.
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