The reason Brooklyn had a hunch that something bad was not because he was speculating on the charges against Ray.

As a judge, he had seen more sick things than this.

What he was worried about was Boole's position.

As far as he knows, the ATC is rarely on the side of the real suspects.

Judging from the data, ATC has accepted many cases entrusted by defendants, but judging from the results, the defendants they have received are either innocent of the defendants, the murderer is someone else, or the defendants have a reason for the incident and can be extrajudicially accommodated.

Ray's appearance has nothing to do with either.

"The specifics are not very clear."

David said, shaking his head.

The two talked for a while, Bob brought back lunch, and the four of them began to eat.

In the afternoon, seeing David off, Brooklyn continued the trial.

A month later, the clock ticked into mid-December.

Chris was convicted of second-degree murder, and the judge gave him a lenient sentence of only 10 years because of the existence of a plea agreement.

For the crime of holding seven lives and nearly killing Brooklyn, it was like Mary coming down - the Virgin light filled the courtroom.

The Brooklyn Show listened to the judge's verdict in the crowd and whispered to David beside him

"I'm going to sue him in nine years, for malfeasance."

David glanced at Brooklyn and didn't speak.

It was only three days before the results of Hahn's collegial deliberations came out.

After five days and five nights of bickering by the jury, a verdict was finally reached - guilty.

Hahn was sentenced to death.

As soon as the judge's verdict was announced, it caused an instant sensation.

"Let's go."

Brooklyn and David walked through the frantic crowd out the courtroom door.

As soon as I went out, I was surrounded by a group of people.

"Judge Brooklyn, why are you supporting the death penalty!"

A girl with a colorful face rushed up and screamed frantically.

The bailiff hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

"Are you the organizer of a march against the death penalty?"

Brooklyn straightened up her crumpled coat and turned to leave.

It is well known that Hahn will be sentenced to death this time.

Thus, on the first day of the Hahn trial, groups opposed to the death penalty organized crowds to march outside the courthouse.

"You deserve hell! You devil! ”

The girl struggled and yelled at Brooklyn

"You're all demons! It's an accomplice! They all deserve hell! ”

"You're taking a person's life!"

"You are so cruel!"

"Demons!"

"Murderer! Murderer! ”

The screams faded away, and the girl was taken away by the bailiffs.

"Have they had their brains eaten up by zombies?"

It wasn't until he returned to the office that Brooklyn recovered from his shock and complained to David.

David shrugged, accustomed to this, and said as he made his own cup of coffee

"It's a zombie disease, it's contagious. Be careful to talk to them too much and infect you with the virus. ”

"And you're not going to lock them up?"

"On what charge?"

"Disturbing public order?"

"We don't seem to be guilty of it."

Brooklyn shook his head and said dissatisfiedly, "I really don't understand, what are they thinking." ”

David smiled and said after taking a sip of coffee

"Ray's case is coming to an end."

"The one I told you last time was finally proven to be untrustworthy, and the two are not related by blood."

"That little boy isn't Ray's child."

"Oh......" Brooklyn nodded halfway through, reacting to him.

"Ray's child?"

"Hmm." David explained as a matter of course

"The military brought in the little boy and said that he was born to a captive at the tip of a gun during Ray's mission. After investigation, it was found that the prisoner had indeed been shot several times, but Ray was not involved.

The little boy was not Ray's child, but a senior staff officer. ”

"Most of the military's accusations against Ray do exist, but they weren't Ray's doing, they just wanted to put out a scapegoat."

After Brooklyn digested David's words, he felt that he had 10,000 questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start for a while. In the end, I can only ask

"When will Ray come back?"

"I guess it'll be over in three to five days, around Christmas."

Seeing David off, Bob pushed the door in.

"Brooklyn, Judge Michael is looking for you."

……

……

Inside Michael's office.

As soon as Brooklyn entered, he saw Director Reagan sitting and chatting with Michael.

It seems that the atmosphere is very harmonious.

"Oh! Let's see who's coming! ”

Seeing Brooklyn, Michael stood up and shouted exaggeratedly

"The youngest in federal history, the best in New York, the pride of E.D.N.Y, !! His Excellency Judge Brooklyn"

Michael introduced it with an aria like a stage play, much to Brooklyn's shame.

"Director Reagan."

Brooklyn walked around Michael and said hello with an awkward smile.

"Hello, Judge Brooklyn."

Compared to the last time we met, Director Reagan had a faint smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood now.

"Frank came to thank you."

Michael leaned in again.

"That's right, Judge Brooklyn, without you, we probably wouldn't have been able to detect Chris's betrayal, and it wouldn't have gone so well with Hahn."

"And what happened at the hotel, I'm sorry, it's our police who didn't do a good job."

Brooklyn shook his head busily.

"It doesn't matter. It's an honor to do my best, and we're all here to protect the city. ”

Brooklyn pointed out the window, his eyes wandering between Michael and Regan, retracting before they could notice.

"As for the hotel, didn't we catch all the suspects?"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed.

"I'm sorry, Reagan, but I've got a scheduled court time." After chatting for a while, Brooklyn got up and said goodbye, and made a gesture of making a phone call, "If you need help, you can call me." ”。

Director Reagan nodded, and stood up to see him off.

"Brooklyn, you can come to the Old Gun Bar for a drink after work."

The old gun bar is a membership-based bar, and the threshold for membership is the police, and non-police officers are not allowed to enter without being invited.

Back in his office, Brooklyn picked up the file and thought as he walked toward Courtroom No. 9.

Director Reagan seems to know Michael very well, and their relationship is like that of an old friend for many years.

Brooklyn remembers David telling him that Frank Reagan worked for the FBI before he became a police officer, and then, for some unknown reason, abruptly left the FBI and returned to New York to work as a patrol officer.

Frank Reagan has worked his way up from the lowest level of patrol officers to the director of the NYPD, and has been quite authoritative in the police community for more than 30 years. It can be called a legend in the police world.

When did Michael and Reagan meet?

Is it in the FBI?

Brooklyn glanced back in the direction of the office.