The next day.

Sitting in his office, Mark looked at at least a dozen newspapers of different media on his desk.

Debbie stood opposite.

Half ringing.

Debbie looked at Mark, who withdrew his gaze from the newspaper, and immediately said, "Boss, these are the cheerful media who have been dancing these days. ”

Mark nodded and looked around again.

New York Daily News.

New york times.

Wall Street Journal.

Journal of Political Economy.

……

None of the above newspapers are available.

The source of the dozen or so newspapers that appear on Mark's desk are all small and transparent among the media moguls in New York.

These tabloids usually attract everyone's attention with all kinds of extreme eyes.

Take a look at the various reports above.

[Under the Patriot plan, how much privacy do we have.] 】

[How many unjust cases have occurred in the FBI, let's take stock together. 】

[Fishing law enforcement, the FBI has once again set a new record.] 】

[Bringing people in from abroad and suing others for smuggling? Count the FBI's various magical law enforcement operations. 】

……

Heaven is forgivable.

But what if you're trying to die?

The corners of Mark's mouth curved slightly.

This group of tabloids has no eyesight at all, and they don't see it, but all the newspapers with a little weight treat this matter as if it doesn't exist, don't they report it?

I danced so happily for fear that others wouldn't notice, right?

Mark smiled coldly.

Half ringing.

Mark looked up at Debbie and said, "Have you found the main people in charge of these newspapers and the reporters who wrote these stories?" ”

Debbie nodded.

Finding people is Debbie's forte.

However, Debbie was still a little worried, and pointed to the front page headline on the top of the desktop called Queen Jade Weekly and said: "Boss, this newspaper has already expected us to retaliate, will we do it now?" ”

Mark directly interrupted: "Revenge? How many tabloid newspapers can use the FBI? ”

“…… That? ”

"How many have been found to be suspected of tax evasion?"

"Three."

"How many companies are suspected of illegally employing black households?"

"Five."

"How many offices are there that have safety hazards?"

"Six."

"How many are there in Queens?"

"Three."

Mark looked up and smiled coldly, "Then do you still need to ask?" Tax evasion goes directly to the IRS, hiring illegal immigrants goes to the IRS and USCIS, security risks go directly to the NYPD, and ...... in Queens"

Mark said as he glanced at the Queens Jade Weekly whose name appeared on it again, and said with a smile: "Give these three Queens to Kim and deal with them, the other two don't matter, but this Jade Weekly, I want to see him shut up forever." ”

Debbie nodded quickly in response and prepared to walk out the door.

Mark glanced at the screen of his phone where a text message came, and then stopped Debbie with a voice.

Half ringing.

Mark pinched his phone and looked up and asked, "Ivan Vanke's bail hearing is today?" ”

Debbie turned to look at her watch and nodded, "yes, it's Chuck's turn now." ”

"Who is the judge in charge of this case?"

"Judge Carey, our old friend."

"Not anymore."

“…… What the? ”

Mark tossed the phone directly to Debbie.

Debbie took it and looked at it.

The sender of the text message was Chuck, the federal prosecutor, and the text message contained only one sentence: Judge Carey's car was stolen, and the judge who opened today's trial was Connell.

Debbie also looked up at Mark after seeing the replacement judge.

Most of the judges in the federal courts have a good relationship with the FBI.

But this name Connor is an exception.

It can't be said that Judge Connell will be unjust, but because of some old adult things, Judge Connell doesn't have much affection for the FBI.

Judge Connell's only son was arrested by the FBI in '98 for selling bliss and was shot dead red-handed while trying to arrest him.

This is the ex's pot.

But it's clear that Judge Conall doesn't think so.

Every time Chuck decided to file a lawsuit against a suspect in a federal case, he avoided Connell as much as possible.

After all, Chuck, who had just succeeded as prosecutor, refused to file a lawsuit against the federal agent for manslaughter.

Yes.

Debbie looked at Mark with some concern.

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is not right, I originally thought that Kerry, who has always favored us, suddenly agreed to Ivan Vanke's bail would not arouse the vigilance of the target person, but right now, it seems that they are more anxious than us." ”

Debbie's eyes rolled.

It's right to think about it in the end.

During Judge Carey's trial of suspects in federal cases, bail was rarely granted to suspects.

Even if there is.

The minimum amount of bail also starts at five figures.

Subsequently.

Mark put away the phone Debbie handed over and said, "Is it in the federal court in the Eastern District?" ”

Debbie nodded.

The next second.

Airplanes!

Debbie blinked and was silent as she looked at Mark, who had disappeared directly in front of her.

After a while.

Debbie simply walked straight to the living room while thinking about the benefits that the boss had promised to give.

Maybe I should help Raven get one too.

Debbie couldn't help but feel a heat in her heart when she thought about her girlfriend (boyfriend) she was dating now......

Federal Court.

Hall 3!

After Mark showed his ID, a bailiff standing in the doorway gently opened a gap.

Mark walked in.

Ooh.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the auditorium.

Is this case so high-profile?

Mark thought as he found an empty seat in the last row and sat down.

On the judgment seat.

Dressed in a judge's robe, with short white hair but a very capable appearance, Connor looked around his courtroom and tapped the gavel on his hand.

Boom!

Boom!

The courtroom, which had been talking quietly, was silent.

After all, no one likes to say a word, and they will be sent to the prison by two bailiffs at the door for disrupting the order of the court.

Judge Connell on the bench took off the bridge of his nose and looked directly at the man in a suit and leather shoes standing in the defendant's seat and said, "Let's start." ”

"Thank you."

The top barrister from a top 10 law firm in New York said directly: "Your Excellency, this is an obvious case of fishing law enforcement. ”

"Against." Chuck, who was sitting in the prosecutor's seat, slapped the table directly and said lightly: "Your Excellency, today is the bail hearing, and the indictment of Ivan Vanke has been officially accepted." ”

Judge Connell on the stage glanced at Chuck and nodded, "Did the prosecution offer bail?" ”

"Of course not." Chuck got up again and said, "Your Excellency, we have evidence that Ivan Vanke is secretly planning a terrorist activity, and this is not a victimless statement, it also involves national security. ”

Ivan Vanke's lawyer smiled contemptuously: "National security? Your Excellency, Mr. Igor Vanko, the father of Ivan Vanke, had died in the hospital of New Amsterdam the day before yesterday, and Mr. Vanke now only wanted to ask to go out so that his father could be buried. ”

Subsequently.

Chuck, the federal inspector, has had dealings with partners at a top 10 law firm on Wall Street.

Not much.

Chuck and Vanke's lawyers looked at each other, and Judge Connell spoke up.

Boom!

Judge Connor on the courtroom rang the gavel and looked at Chuck expressionlessly, "Has the prosecution set the amount of bail?" ”

"150,000 US dollars."

“……”