Maybe it was because he was so excited that Ray had successfully joined, and bad news followed.

After receiving news that Ben has been suspended for some reason, Bob comes to inform him that someone wants to see him.

"The FBI people just drove me away and said I wasn't there."

Brooklyn said, waving.

Ben's news gave him a hint of danger, and Ben ended by reminding him that someone had reported it to the Judicial Conduct Committee, which reminded Brooklyn of Selena's behavior with the courts.

"No, Brooklyn, it's not just the FBI." Bob didn't go and continued, "And Councillor Winston's lawyer. ”

"Who?"

Brooklyn jerked his head up, suspecting he had misheard.

The Winston Councillor's full name is Reilly Winston, and he is the father of Jerry the rookie.

"Councillor Winston's lawyer."

Bob repeated.

"Let him in."

Brooklyn said after a moment's thought.

Bob nodded, turned to leave, and moments later, walked in with a well-mannered young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Hello, Judge Brooklyn, I'm Congressman Reilly Winston's lawyer."

As soon as he entered, the young man took the initiative to introduce himself and took out his business card and handed it over.

"Congressman Winston has heard that you and Prosecutor Ben Stone are secretly investigating his son, Jerry Winston, and that under the Federal Constitution and New York State law, Judge Brooklyn has no authority to investigate the privacy of any lawful citizen of the Commonwealth until the indictment has been accepted and no other order has been directed."

"If you do not stop the investigation, I will file an indictment in state court on behalf of Congressman Winston for violating Jerry Winston's right to privacy."

The young man announced with a serious face.

Brooklyn waited patiently for him to finish, then held out his hand.

"Bring it."

"What?" The young man was stunned, a little unclear.

"Subpoena? Arrest warrant? Brooklyn stretched out his hand and sneered, "Aren't you going to sue me?" Is there a court to accept the papers? Is there a court summons or warrant? ”

The young man opened his mouth, speechless.

It wasn't quite what he had imagined, and he had simulated it in his mind many times after receiving instructions from Mrs. Winston, but what Brooklyn had done was unlike anything he had ever simulated.

"State courts? Do you want me to contact the Second Circuit or the Supreme Court? Brooklyn sneered, "Or you can go to the White House and petition."

Public opinion says that my sentence is harsh, and I believe that many parties to the case who have passed through my hands will petition with you. ”

"Bob!" At this point, seeing that the young man was still like a stake, Brooklyn shouted directly out of the door.

"Go and take this ...... Sorry, you haven't introduced yourself yet," Brooklyn crumpled his business card into the trash and raised his chin at Bob, "Take this lawyer to the archives and see all the cases I'm trying before."

Apply to the judge on duty and send a copy of the contact information of all the defendants to Councillor Winston. You and Ray will deliver it personally. ”

After the order, Brooklyn bared his teeth at the young man, "Mr. Lawyer, I will help you get the contact information, so that you don't have to go to the White House to petition and not find so many people to help." Go for it! ”

The young man panicked a little and opened his mouth to say something.

Bob understood Brooklyn's eyes, didn't give him a chance at all, just opened the door and pulled the person out.

The office was silent.

Brooklyn played with his pen, recalling what the young lawyer had just said.

From the moment this man walked through the door, Brooklyn saw through him that he was a fake trick that didn't work.

He deliberately held his head high, his upper body muscles tightened, he didn't make eye contact when he spoke, he always held his head high, he was like an inflated pufferfish, for fear that others would not know that he was bluffing.

But that wasn't Brooklyn's focus, it was the young man who had inadvertently uttered the title—Mrs. Winston.

He is the lawyer of Councillor Winston, and he is here on behalf of Councillor Winston this time, shouldn't Speaker Winston be mentioned? Why was he talking about Mrs. Winston under his nervousness?

Mrs. Winston was part of the Winston Councillor's campaign team, and although the two were divorced, they had always had a good relationship.

There was no need for Mrs. Winston to make a small move behind Councillor Winston's back.

Brooklyn has paid a little attention to the situation of the gubernatorial candidates, and in his opinion, Congressman Winston has a good chance of being elected, and she only needs to support her ex-husband to take the throne with peace of mind, and she can gain fame and fortune at all, and she can't make this troubled water of Logan Law Firm at all.

Brooklyn couldn't figure out what that was going on.

Bob was soon back.

"What about people?"

Brooklyn asked.

"Gone." Bob laughed, "As soon as I went out, I was scared like a little girl and ran away." ”

"Didn't he say anything?"

Bob shook his head, "No, he just said he would come back and ran away." He ran so fast that I couldn't even catch up with him. ”

Brooklyn glanced at Bob's bulging belly and didn't say much.

Isn't it normal that you can't catch up with him?

Bob followed his gaze and glanced down, squealed dissatisfied, turned to pour himself a cup of coffee, muttered back with a pile of papers, and began to count tasks for Brooklyn.

"There is a lot of noise in the collegial room, and it is estimated that there will be no result in the short term."

"Their lunch fee needs your signature."

A slip was slapped in front of him.

"We have the least number of cases accepted this year, this is a few indictments picked out, you see, take advantage of the fact that the collegial room has not yet come out with a result, and try it."

A stack of indictments pressed against the documents, and there was a dull cross talk.

"These are the files that have been processed, you check them."

A large stack of files slammed next to the indictment, slanted and sliding into a graceful slope.

"These are all the dossier materials of the 085 case, you can take a look at it and prepare it for filing."

Another stack of documents more than ten centimeters thick was slapped on the table.

"And then there's this, the bail applications submitted by the lawyers of the guys you put in the detention cell, and the judge on duty lets you decide for yourself."

"Well, your consumption of office supplies in the past month is far higher than the average of the court, and they need you to write a report to explain it, otherwise Judge Michael will come to you next time."

"The second batch of bailiff training, the court wants you to go and hold a class."

"Your alma mater sent an invitation to give a speech at this year's graduation ceremony, if you go, you need to prepare a speech, if you don't go, please give me a decent reason, I will help you refuse."

Bob explained, moving back and forth three times, and the thick material covered Brooklyn tightly.

"Alright, my dear Judge, you can get to work."

Finally, a summons is placed on top, and Bob clapps his hands and gloates with laughter.