Brooklyn is not very interested in this wave of public opinion.

The means are crude, the purpose is obvious, and only a fool will be driven to the rhythm.

And the rhythm of the fools is the best to bring, and he doesn't have to worry about the least.

He just needs to get the trial done step by step, and when the results come out, there is no need to bring rhythm at all, and the fools will automatically jump into his camp.

Of course, he didn't care, but the necessary warnings were still to be given.

After thinking about it, he had figured out who was doing the trick.

Remind Ben Stone that only he, Ben Stone, and Michael know about Jerry's investigation, and that Michael was parachuted into New York, and he is not familiar with New York politicians at all.

In other words, even if Mr. State legislator knew that someone was investigating him, he would only find Ben Stone, and it would be impossible to know that it was his reminder.

Ray frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his attitude, but didn't say much.

The next day, the entrance to E.D.N.Y was still crowded, and the demonstrators holding various slogans blocked the entrance.

"Are they crazy?"

Bob helped Brooklyn change into his robes, glanced through the window at the crowd and sighed.

"Or do they all not need to work?"

"That's what they do." Brooklyn interjected.

"You mean......" Bob's eyes widened, covering his mouth in disbelief, before frowning, "I wish it was over sooner, it's just inconvenient." ”

"I'd like to hope they hold out a little longer," Brooklyn said, "so that in two days I can be honestly late under the pretext of being stuck out." ”

Bob and Nelly rolled their eyes in unison, and Bob stuffed the file on the table into Brooklyn's arms, and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, Mr. Brooklyn, who loves to sleep, we have to go to court." Let's go! ”

………………

Court No. 9.

Brooklyn waved his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down, but instead of announcing that the evidence would continue, his eyes roamed back and forth in the courtroom, and finally landed on the dock.

"Yesterday there was a lot of public opinion on the Internet."

Brooklyn stared at Nora and Serra and said slowly

"The Internet was overwhelmingly invective against me, as well as Prosecutor Wood. The news of many TV stations has also been reported. ”

"I read the analysis of ACN's evening news, and I think what they said makes a little sense."

"Some people want to use public opinion to influence the trial and verdict."

"Some people hope that I will be forced by public opinion to make a tendentious verdict."

He looked away from the dock to the excited spectators, swept over the spear breaks, and finally returned to the dock.

"But a court is a courtroom."

"Anyone who dares to use any means to influence the outcome of the trial will be prosecuted and held accountable by the court for the crime of obstructing justice!"

Under the watchful eye of Brooklyn, Nora was the first to collapse. She lowered her head weakly, her eyes dodging, and she didn't dare to look at Brooklyn.

Serra, who was beside her, was in good mental health, still staring at Brooklyn with her head held high, a flash of contempt on her face.

Emma Gilson wilted, didn't seem to hear what Brooklyn was saying, immersed in her own world.

Donna is the most normal one, and she's using this time to actively prepare materials.

"Why are you in the dock in New York City, the head of the Children's Advocacy Group and the Death Penalty Opposition Group?"

Brooklyn asked, feigned surprise.

"The prosecution's indictment is very clear, it's Emma Gilson, not you."

"Judge Brooklyn Lee." Sierra stood up and pulled a roll of papers out of her bag, a smug look on her face.

"I'm Emma Gilson's guardian and I have the right to sit here."

"Emma Gilson's age is in dispute, and the custody transfer agreement in your hands is pending, Ms. Serra."

With an explanation, Brooklyn looked at Bob.

Bob called for two bailiffs to forcibly take them away.

"Ma'am, don't make it difficult for us."

The bailiff came to the dock and said.

Serra glanced at Brooklyn with an ugly face, muttered something in a low voice, and put the papers in her satchel as she prepared to leave.

Dona's action as she sorted out the papers stalled as Sierra muttered words.

She looked up at Serra in disbelief.

The two bailiffs were also apparently aware of what Sierra was saying, and subconsciously looked back at Brooklyn.

"Murderer." Emma Gilson suddenly raised her head, a look of schadenfreude on her face, "She just said that monkeys should be locked up in the zoo and eat bananas." ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire court was boiling.

The head of the child advocacy organization New York City spoke out about racial discrimination!!

Countless shots are focused on Serra.

"Lady Serra, please repeat what you just said."

Brooklyn called out to Sierra and said loudly.

Sierra stood still.

"Are you making racist remarks?" Brooklyn asked further

"Insulting a judge, openly making allegedly racist remarks, and detaining him for 30 days. Execute it now. ”

"Also, in light of your inappropriate remarks today, I have reason to wonder if the work of the New York City Child Advocacy Group over the past decade has been similarly racially discriminatory. After the adjournment, I will personally launch an initiative to petition the state government to intervene in the investigation. ”

A look of surprise flashed across Dona's face.

She doesn't care much about Serra's detention for a few days, but once child advocacy groups are investigated, much of the information is likely to be restricted by the state and not released as evidence.

She stood up and said thoughtfully, "Your Excellency, she ......"

Brooklyn said, "$25 million bail." ”

Serra, who was about to be twisted out of the courtroom, began to struggle at this time, and she screamed as she struggled, attracting a lot of cameras.

Seeing that the media camera was facing her, she struggled even more, and her shouting was also accompanied by crying.

"It's a crime!!"

"You are discriminating against! It's a crime!! ”

"Brooklyn Lee discriminates against women! Control Freedom of Speech!! This is the power given to citizens by the Constitution! He's stripping that power! ”

"He's an executioner! Discriminate against women! He's a criminal! ”

"Lady Serra, may I ask why you say that? Is there any concrete evidence? ”

A certain bold TV station, relying on the fact that he had just been praised, 'the saint is thick', took out the microphone and put it on Serra's face.

Serra was speechless for a moment, unable to speak.

DuangDuang！

Brooklyn struck the gavel twice to keep the crowd in order, and then spoke

"Hopefully, the media here will broadcast what happened today to the citizens of the whole federation, because what I'm going to say next is important."

"No one should try to influence my court with off-the-field moves, and believe me, it's definitely not me who will be unlucky in the end."

Brooklyn pointed at Serra.

"Well, because of some accidents, we have lost a lot of precious time, and now the trial continues......"

Serra was escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiffs, and the courtroom was quiet.

"Defendant, it's your turn."

Brooklyn Road.

He found an interesting phenomenon.

Emma Gilson, the replacement of Monrika Russell's fellow Harley Quinn, has just spoken out to send off her supporters.

She was shaking her thighs rapidly, chewing gum rhythmically, leaning back in her chair with a look of indifference.

"We are ready to submit Evidence No. 3, Emma Gilson's personal computer, Evidence No. 4, and the test report of a professional organization."

"They can prove that my client, Emma Gilson, is just an ordinary high school student and does not have the advanced computer skills that the prosecution claims."

"Your Excellency, can the court accept them as evidence in this case?"

"Accept."

"But Attorney Dona, please pay attention to the conciseness of the evidence, I don't want to hear any more rambling and rambling speeches."

Donna nodded yes, scolding Ms. Sierra in her heart.

Should this be said to her?

Her language wasn't concise that time?

This should have been said to the prosecutor!

Because of the old witch, the judge's impression of them has been reduced to freezing. It's a defense lawyer's nightmare!