Back in the inner court, Brooklyn immediately dialed David's phone.

When the phone was answered, he had nothing more to say.

Originally, he wanted to ask for the alibi mentioned by Harvin, but suddenly remembered that he had officially accepted the case, and it was a violation of the procedural notarization law to disclose the details of the case to the police at this time.

Before the trial of this case is completed, he should even try not to intersect with David and others.

"How's Thunder?"

Brooklyn decided to change the subject.

"He's back, but something happened."

David was also clearly aware of the necessity of procedural notarization, and tacitly did not mention the Red Devil imitator case.

"What accident?"

"Hurt? Or is it disabled? ”

That's all Brooklyn can think of.

"Nope."

"Ray is forbidden to communicate with the outside world. There is news that Ray has just returned and has been brought under control. ”

"What's going on?"

Brooklyn stood up from his chair.

"I heard that a female soldier accused him of using the tip of a gun during his mission."

"Brooklyn, the company you mentioned last time, we may need to get in touch and get a lawyer for Ray."

Firm? What company?

"Which one?"

Brooklyn asked.

"It's the one you said, the one who is very nasty, who likes to make small moves when choosing a jury, like a bull or something."

Brooklyn made a secret note and was going to wait until he hung up the phone before looking for it.

"Okay, I'll get in touch. Inquire about the situation again. ”

Hanging up, Brooklyn felt a little irritated.

He couldn't figure out what the federal military was thinking.

It's another disgraceful retirement, and it's another accusation at the tip of a gun. It's just them.

Secretly making a note in his mind for the military, Brooklyn searched for the name of Boole in the contacts.

Soon, a man named Jason Bull came into view.

Jason Bull is labeled "ATC Corporation" in his notes.

ATC Inc., the full name of the trial analysis company. This fits well with several key points that David mentioned. I love to make small moves, pick a jury, and I hate it.

After sending Jason Bull's phone to David, and receiving a quick reply from David, Brooklyn did not put down his phone and focused on researching the other contacts.

He hadn't paid much attention to the distribution list before, but now he found that it seemed like an opportunity to reconnect with his network.

Brooklyn flipped through the lists, typed them into the computer search box one by one, first looked through their online information, then sent their names into the court database to search for the cases they were involved in. Relabel them based on the information gathered.

The afternoon passed quickly, and by the time he had gathered the last piece of information, it was already dark.

Packed the indictment of the Red Devil Imitation Case into a document bag and walked away under the surprised gaze of the security guard on duty.

Back home and filling his stomach with pizza, Brooklyn pulled out the indictment and flipped through it.

The indictment was written by Benstone, in his usual personal style, as brief as he could, revealing little or no valid information.

The entire indictment is outrageously rudimentary, and Benstone has even barely reached the standard of admissibility in order to conceal information. Strictly speaking, they dismissed the indictment outright, and the district attorney's office couldn't even say anything.

"What an old fox."

……

……

Brooklyn thought that the prosecution and defense in this case would argue on the basis of each piece of evidence, and held frequent hearings to discuss the reasonableness of each piece of evidence.

He was even ready to postpone the jury selection.

But three days passed, and it was calm.

Benstone didn't know what the hell was going on, and Harvin was nowhere to be seen.

If it weren't for the indictment lying quietly in the bag, he would have suspected that the case had not yet begun pre-trial preparations.

No one asked for a hearing, and Brooklyn was so idle that he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to get into trouble for himself.

He waited quietly for the week to pass.

On the other hand, David's help Ray find a lawyer also has an eyebrow.

"What? He wants me to go? ”

Brooklyn stood at the door of the inner courtyard with the phone in hand, waving at the guest assistant, motioning for him to wait a moment.

"Why does he want me to go? It has nothing to do with the client, right? What does he want me to do? ”

Brooklyn asked, handing the indictment to the guest assistant and standing in the door of the inner court.

The Red Devil Mimic Murder case is still on the list of evidence to be submitted, and in the meantime, Brooklyn will continue to work.

"Okay, I'll be over at noon."

The court is about to start, and it is inconvenient for Brooklyn to say more, so he can only frown.

It was close to eleven o'clock to send two guys who liked to engage in school bullying to work in the community.

Fortunately, Brooklyn adjourned the court, returned to the inner courtyard to change clothes, and Brooklyn walked towards the parking lot.

As soon as I went out, I saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses standing at the door.

I don't know what's going on, but Brooklyn has a sense of disgust rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Judge Brooklyn."

The man reached out and shook Brooklyn's hand.

Familiar headaches struck, and intermittent memories kept awakening.

Jason Bull. A high-achieving student who failed the bar exam owns a trial analysis company that specializes in helping people fight lawsuits.

Boolean's corporate practice is different from that of a general law firm, or rather, they do it more elaborately.

They will even collect judges' preferences, use tricks to select the jury of their choice, and use all factors to influence the case and win.

Boole's company was notoriously bad in the world of judges, and everyone hated him.

After reading the memory, Brooklyn was a little unimpressed.

In defending himself, Brooklyn used similar tactics as Boole. In his opinion, once in court, the only purpose is to win, and all means serve the purpose, and it is not glorious.

At least Boole's methods were within the scope of the rules, and he did not threaten illegal means such as kidnapping family members to affect the fairness of the trial.

In Brooklyn's view, Boole was much cleaner than some.

"David said you want to see me before you accept the commission?"

Brooklyn asked.

"That's right. I trust you more than a police officer. ”

Brooklyn opened the office door and returned to the office.

"I want to know exactly what's going on."

Bull said straight to the point after entering the door.

"I need to make sure that the person is actually innocent."

Brooklyn glanced at Bull and smiled.

"So ATC is still a justice player?"

"We don't help those who deserve it."

Bull did not dismiss Brooklyn's claims, and was a tacit acquiescence.

"That's what every law firm says at the beginning. That's what every lawyer thinks when they first get their license. That's how every law student makes up their minds when they walk through the school. ”

Somehow, despite agreeing with Bull in his heart, Brooklyn couldn't help but be sarcastic.

"At least so far, we're doing a good job."

Bull seemed familiar with Brooklyn's sarcasm, and only shrugged when he heard it.