"Smack! Syllable! Two crunching sounds.

Everybody's excited!

Gunshot!

MAFIA IS NOT A GOOD PERSON, BUT SHE HAS BRAINS, AND USUALLY DOES NOT SHOOT UNLESS IT IS A BLOOD FEUD OR AN INTERNAL SEIZURE OF POWER, WHICH REQUIRES YOU TO LIVE AND DIE TO SETTLE THE GRUDGE.

Because the nature of things changed after the gun was moved.

On the contrary, it is the group of NG poor ghosts in the slums who evolve into violent gangs that kill them when they are fine, but in turn, these violent gangs are often uprooted by the police.

Fetcher saw a small man on the other side, shooting himself as he fled.

Immediately ignored it, pulled out the real guy from his waist, didn't aim, and pulled the trigger continuously towards the other party.

Robert almost fainted.

"Who the fuck is this kid going low? Twice broke the rules! After returning to the family, you must take care of him! ”

Seeing that the three pistols of the Ferricher gang began to shoot (one of the three horns, and the other two saw that Ferry was firing, of course, they followed), Robert's heart was crossed, and he also drew his gun and shot, not to hurt people's lives, but at least to scare the other party, so that his men could retreat safely.

If someone dies in this place, not to mention causing trouble, they will have to pay a lot of medical expenses, and now MAIFA is having a hard time, and it must not be worse.

Just when the shootout was lively, John Gottie's car arrived, he heard the dense gunfire, knew that the situation was wrong, and quickly ordered the driver to turn around and leave, he was still on bail, if he was involved in this kind of thing, it would be troublesome.

And it's a coincidence, the gun rang out when I first came, it's hard to say whether it's a trick, anyway, I ran away first.

However, it was too late.

As soon as the car turned around, he saw a white Chrysler New York blocking its way, and Stan Gordon, dressed in a trench coat, huddled behind the car, with only his head and right hand holding a gun exposed.

John Gotti sighed......

According to the other party's instructions, he squatted in the car with his head in his hands, and saw the FBI agents slowly surround him.

At the same time, on the other side of the street, Santo and Dino drove over, heard the gunshots and hurriedly got out of the car, and it happened that a bullet flew over their heads, and two Italian policemen with a fiery temper immediately pulled out their pistols and opened fire while shouting "police".

In the confusion, someone called 911 and called the police.

Surrounded by reinforcements that arrived, almost all of the brawlers were caught.

The police then pulled up the warning tape and began to clean up the scene.

The gang members seriously injured two and slightly injured six, none of whom died, but two passers-by were hit by stray bullets and were pronounced dead on the spot.

When the reporter heard the news, he couldn't get through the water around the scene.

The sound of the record not far away is still coming non-stop, "love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go, you have made my life complete, and I love you so...... for it there that i belong ，and well will never part…… for my darling , I love you , and I always will...... Because I belong there, we will never be separated...... Because dear, I love you and I love you forever)

……

Edward and Rustberg had a hearty meal in the restaurant, and after the meal, Edward suggested that he go to a nearby hotel to open a room and rest to recharge his energy and try to overturn each other in the afternoon.

Rushberg gave him a blank look and objected, and the two had to sit on a bench outside the courtroom to discuss the case.

At half past one, the court session resumed.

Judge Mutter sat down with a heavy expression: "The court continued to adjourn in the afternoon, and this court has just received news that the plaintiff in this case, Mr. Bernard Bergman, suffered an accident earlier today and is now being taken to the hospital with his son. Under federal law, the only option in this case is to continue to adjourn the court pending further information. ”

Roseberg's mouth grew in surprise, and her amber pupils were full of surprise.

Edward's face turned pale and he sat down heavily in his chair.

He realized that something was unusual, because Bergman had already signed the carte blanche agreement, and at this moment Edward himself was equivalent to Bergman.

If Bergman really just went to the hospital because of his injuries, then there was no need to adjourn the court and the hearing continued.

Now that the court is adjourned, there is only one explanation:

Bernard Bergman, the most evil man in New York, is dead, or almost dead.

Since the official death report requires a series of processes such as identification and post-mortem examination, Judge Mutter chose to adjourn the hearing.

This time, I'm afraid that there will never be a court again.

"Ed, Ed, what's wrong with you?" Rushberg found herself silent beside herself.

Turning his head, he saw his student sitting on the chair in despair, and suddenly panicked.

"I, I...... It's okay, Ruth, I'm fine, it's just that the news was too sudden for me to be unprepared, and, and," after a moment's hesitation, he told Ruth Berg the inference that Bergman was dead.

The latter fell silent, knowing that Edward was right.

"How can this be ?!" Edward muttered, "How can this be! ”

"Ed, I'm sorry, I understand that I should be by your side at this time and wait for you to get back to normal, but now is not the time, I have to rush back to New Haven immediately, there will definitely be a lot of reporters coming in the future, I, the judiciary will also investigate, I must go and take measures in advance, otherwise it will be very bad for us."

Rustberg shivered a little, she bent down with both hands and put her hands on Edward's shoulders, "Ed, this is very sudden, but it is also too coincidental, it really scares me, if we don't prepare for it, there may be countless dirty water splashed on our heads, especially you!" ”

"Me!" Edward was puzzled: "We are only his defenders!" ”

"But don't forget, Bergman signed that carte bnctuary, if his son is alive, if Albert is also dead, then the disposal of all his estate will naturally fall into your hands!"

"What!" Edward bounced off his chair, startling Roseberg.

"It's in my hands?! God ...... "His face was originally pale, but now it suddenly turned red, and then it turned blue again, but his lips became blood-red for some reason, and his black eyes seemed to be bottomless.

Rustberg was a little scared, "Ed, Ed, what's wrong with you?" I believe, I believe, all this has nothing to do with you, but the media and judicial officials don't think so, so ......"

Ruthberg lowered her voice and looked around nervously, and said in a low voice: "Honey, so I have to go back to New Haven immediately to discuss countermeasures with my colleagues, you know!" ”

"I, I know, you, you go quickly."

"Hmm," Lustberg turned and walked away

"Ruth," Edward shouted weakly.

“？”

"I, I really don't have ...... You, you're going to believe me, you're going to believe me......" Tears flowed from his eyes......

"Ed, I believe in you, you're a kind person, you wouldn't do such a thing." Roseberg pulled out a silk handkerchief embroidered with her name and stuffed it into Edward's hand.

"My dear, don't cry, I know, you are very wronged, but you have to believe me, believe in the law, believe in the United States, you will not be wronged."

"I, I'm ......" Edward didn't know what to say, his eyes were dilated at the moment, and the man collapsed weakly in his chair!

"Believe me, if the son of a bitch dares to frame you in this matter, the old lady will fight with him to the end!"

"Honey, I did it, you sit for a while, and then quickly call a taxi home, don't drive yourself, understand, your current state is not suitable for driving."

"Okay, I see" Edward gritted his teeth and sat up straighter, "Ruth, you can go quickly, remember to call me if you need to, I'll rest for a while." ”

"Hmmm! Ed, I'm leaving, I know you're young, and it's inevitable to panic when you suddenly experience this kind of thing. But don't be afraid, I'll be with you, together we face these dirty challenges and in the end we will win"

Rustberg hurried away, looking at the crowd of people who had left the courtroom in disarray, and Edward closed his eyes in pain.

The moment he learned that Bergman was dead, he guessed the whole truth of the matter.

But he could only endure it, and he didn't dare to tell anyone, and no one would listen!

After a while, he felt a little better, and hurriedly left the courthouse and hailed a taxi back to his small building.

He touched the key to open the door, but found that his right hand was shaking, and the tip of the key had scratched countless small marks on the door lock, but he still couldn't insert it smoothly.

He threw the briefcase at his feet, rested his head against the door panel to keep his body steady, and squeezed his right hand with his left hand, before he reluctantly opened the door, kicked the bag into the room, and staggered and fell on the couch.

There was no light on in the room, and he felt cold all over, his blood seemed to solidify, and there was not even a trace of heat in his heart.

It's a familiar feeling, and it's the same feeling he had when he defended Sheldon that day, in the face of Judge Arnold's rants and Solomon's sarcasm, but it was far less severe than it is now.

After all, Alice Cones has long since died, and Edward can justify his actions, "One is already dead, let Sheldon die, can Alice come back to life?" ”

But this time, if it weren't for himself, Bergman wouldn't have died, and the worst situation would have been to go to prison for two years.

Bergman has a bad record, and a sentence of ten or twenty years is not too much, but now he is inexplicably deprived of his statement.

And I am the driving force behind all this.

It is precisely because he wants to take advantage of both ends that he is clever in the case, and when he finds that he has gotten rid of it, he can only find his grandfather to remedy it.

But I didn't expect it to be the remedy of this red fruit.

Isn't this Solomon's "final solution"?

After a long time, he felt better, his strength gradually recovered, his hands and feet were no longer cold, and after thinking about it, he went into the bathroom and took a good shower, and then changed out of his suit and leather shoes.

Dressed casually, he took a taxi and went straight to the New York City Police Department.

……

Medical examiner Jackson looked at Edward, who was full of gloom, and felt quite puzzled.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Edward took out a roll of dollars and stuffed it to the other party.

"What are you doing here?" Jackson was taken aback, he was an honest man, he had always worked to collect money, and he had an instinctive resistance to this pie-in-the-sky good thing.

"I'm going to see the corpse!"

"What corpse?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic, you should know that I'm Bergman's defense lawyer, this guy is dead, of course I'll go and see!"

"Oh...... This, this is not in accordance with the rules, the official autopsy report has not yet come out. As he spoke, he took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Hurry up! I want to see the body as soon as possible. ”

"Which one?" Jackson asked

“？？ How many more? ”

"Yes, Bergman and his son are dead," Jackson said on the gloomy corridor.

"That'...... Then look at both...... Edward endured the convulsions in his heart, indifferently wiping the sweat from his forehead, the most feared thing finally happened.

Although Ruth Berg had foreseen this situation for a long time, he had been running away from the truth in his heart, in fact, from the moment he heard the news of Bergman'......s death, his reason began to play "Bergman really died of stray bullets, died of stray bullets, this is providential, such a villain bids farewell to the world in this way, it is a crime to deserve it"

So much so that he himself was almost convinced.

……

The morgue was cold.

Despite wearing a white lab coat, Edward felt someone shivering.

"Boom......" Jackson forensic medicine forcefully opened the freezer used to lift the corpse.

Lifting the white sheet, Edward saw Bergman again.

It was also the first time I met Albert.

Father and son look similar, the huge hooked nose looks particularly hideous and evil at the moment, the cold light of the fluorescent lamp casts on the nose, forming a sinister shadow on the face, the voltage in the basement is not very stable, the light dims from time to time, accompanied by the squeaking of the ballast.

The two lying down looked as if they would lift the sheets at any moment, but pounced on Edward.

"How did they die?"

The Jackson medical examiner didn't speak, he pulled down the white sheet, the clothes on the body had been removed, Bergman had two clear bullet holes in his chest, and Albert was even worse, with one shot in the throat and three shots in the chest.

Most of the blood had been cleared, the flesh turned out was bloodless, and the bullet holes seemed to stare at Edward with mockery.

"I want to be specific."

"That's a violation," Dr. Jackson muttered.

"To you" is another roll of money.

"Okay...... "Medical examiner Jackson picked up a folder from his desk and handed it to him, "it's a first draft." ”

Edward took it, "Hit by a 7.62mm Pyrabloom pistol bullet." How? Don't have a ballistics report? Bullet and firearm matching inspection report also no? ”