Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"How's it going, Gin, have you cleaned up your hands and tail over there?" In the stretched Lincoln sedan, Anthony asked lightly to Gin who had just opened the door and got in the car.

Gin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and responded: "It's been taken care of, boss."

"Well, let's drive," Anthony ordered the driver, ignoring Mrs. Gao's probing eyes sitting beside her.

Lincoln walked away.

"Brock, have you made any arrangements at the police station?" Anthony asked while playing with the red wine glass in his hand at Caesars Palace.

"It's already been arranged," Bullock nodded quickly and said, "But our insider hopes that there will be more funds for the event."

"Give it to him," Anthony said indifferently: "Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem, is it?"

"But" then, Anthony's expression changed instantly, and he continued with a gloomy face: "If they are still dissatisfied and continue to be greedy, get rid of them."

"Okay, boss," Bullock nodded quickly and then started to go down to handle things.

Watching Bullock go out, Mrs. Gao finally couldn't hold it any longer and said in a dark voice to Anthony: "Anthony, what on earth are you doing? Your so-called good show is not to send him to prison and then sentence him and that's it." .”

"How is that possible?" Anthony said while sipping the red wine in his glass: "If it's just like this, I might as well just give him a bullet."

"Then what do you want to do?" Mrs. Gao asked doubtfully.

"Don't be in a hurry. There is a saying in the East that you can't eat hot tofu if you are in a hurry. Good things should be savored slowly." Anthony shook the red wine glass in his hand and said with an intoxicated look on his face: "Just like this red wine, you have to savor it carefully. , so you can have a taste of it.”

The Federal District Court for the Eastern District of New York is a federal district court in the United States. Its jurisdiction covers the entire Long Island, including the New York City boroughs of Brooklyn and Queens, as well as Staten Island, south of Manhattan.

Today, this court has ushered in a new lawsuit. The defendant is a college student from Empire State University in New York, his name is Hector Ayala.

Because the impact of the case involving Hector Ayala was quite bad and had a huge repercussions throughout New York City, it attracted quite a few media people.

"All stand up." At the call of the clerk, everyone present stood up, the judge took his seat, and the lawsuit officially began.

First, it is up to the prosecutor to present the facts of the case. The facts of the case are actually very simple. On the eve of the arrest of suspect Hector Ayala, the entire family of New York City Police Department anti-drug squad leader Bald Odenkirk was killed. After a comprehensive police investigation, the murderer was finally identified, Hector Ayala, a college student at Empire State University in New York.

"This public prosecutor is very eloquent, and his plain case narrative is actually made so that people are filled with indignation. I think he is quite promising," Anthony said, sitting in the gallery with Mrs. Gao and Gin who were sitting on both sides of him, laughing. .

In order to prevent the sensitive white tiger from hearing it, Anthony also ordered Gin to put some high-tech gadgets around to prevent the sound of Anthony's small circle from spreading. Now it seems that the effect is quite good.

"His name is Aaron Paul, a star figure in the prosecutor's office. All the cases he has handled have never failed, so our people inside specially arranged for him to conduct this criminal prosecution," Gin introduced on the side.

"Isn't it a failure?" Anthony pretended to say: "So our cute little tiger is dead this time?"

"Yes, boss," Gin responded with a nod.

Mrs. Gao looked at Anthony and Gin expressionlessly from the side, then looked left and right at the few subordinates sitting around Anthony and herself, came over and whispered in a cold voice: "Anthony, you are looking for me. Are you here just to let me watch a boring lawsuit with you?"

"How could it be?" Anthony leaned forward and said, "Keep watching, Mrs. Gao. Believe me, you will remember this good show for a long time."

Mrs. Gao continued to look at Anthony expressionlessly, then turned to the court and said calmly: "I'll wait and see."

At this time, the prosecutor in the court finished stating the whole case and officially entered the questioning session of both parties.

"Hector Ayala, right? Before I ask the formal question, I have something very curious. Can I ask you first," Aaron Paul said expressionlessly.

Hector Ayala's lawyer is not a good one either. Although he, Aaron Paul, is about to ask the question, he has the shadow of a famous tree. All the cases handled by this prosecutor in front of him have never been lost. So no matter what question Aaron Paul is asking, he has to disrupt the opponent's rhythm. Otherwise, the lawsuit, which already has a slim chance of winning, will become even more hopeless.

So he stood up directly and said bluntly: "I object. The prosecutor himself also said that the questions he wants to ask have nothing to do with the case, and my client has the right not to answer."

The defense lawyer's idea is good, but he is not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs. Before the judge could say anything, Hector Ayala, who had been in the detention center for a while and was a little decadent, spoke up: "What do you want to ask Mr. Prosecutor?"

Not to mention the judge, even the defense lawyer sat down in frustration. After taking a look at the information in his hand, and at his client who might still be confused about the situation, the defense lawyer rubbed his forehead and sighed inwardly, maybe he really shouldn't have accepted this lawsuit in the first place.

Aaron Paul's expression did not fluctuate at all, because his intention was really not to set any trap for the suspect in front of him on this issue as the defense lawyer imagined. He just wanted to know something, something necessary. things to know

"I want to know what color your heart is," Aaron Paul said coldly.

Hector Ayala was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what the prosecutor in front of him meant. The defense lawyer seemed to have noticed something, and quickly stood up and continued to object: "I object to your honor, your honor. The prosecutor's words are obviously a personal attack on my client."

"The objection is valid," the judge said calmly: "Prosecutor, please pay attention to your language."

But what neither the judge nor the defense lawyer expected was that Aaron Paul, who always respected the judge's authority, ignored the judge's words and continued to stare at Hector Ayala expressionlessly in front of him.

After a moment, Aaron Paul seemed to realize that there was something wrong with what he was doing. He turned around and bowed apologetically to the judge, then turned around and leaned in front of Hector Ayala. He said in a cold voice: "You know Hector Ayala, Baldur is my friend, my best friend, and now you actually killed his whole family. You will definitely pay a heavy price for your actions."

"I am also very sad about what happened to Mr. Balder's family, but I did not do it at all," Hector Ayala said solemnly.

Aaron Paul looked at Hector Ayala expressionlessly, chuckled and said lightly: "It's useless to deny it. What I have in my hand is ironclad evidence that the law will not let you go."

"That's right, ironclad evidence." Anthony in the auditorium smiled and said, "ironclad evidence that cannot be denied."

ps: Sorry, I have never been involved in a lawsuit, so I don’t know if the judicial process in the United States is like this. Anyway, the author wrote it based on some American dramas he has watched. Please forgive me if I miss anything.