"Councillor Winston has learned that his son is being investigated and wants to ask what the trouble Jerry is involved in." Mediterranean politely stated the purpose.

"In addition, Councillor Winston is interested in engaging you as his personal counsel, should you have any other interests in developing it."

"Councillor Winston values you, a rising star in the New York judiciary, and is willing to offer an annual salary of $1 million, and you can charge an additional fee for legal advice."

The meaning of this sentence is that the annual salary of 1 million is to support Brooklyn's money, and if there is a need to work, it will be paid separately for each job.

Brooklyn believes that if he agrees, there will be more to be gained than that.

Judging by the price, Councillor Winston is sincere. It even made Brooklyn suspect that asking Jerry questions was just incidental, and that poaching him was the main purpose.

"I'm sorry, I'm happy with my job."

Brooklyn was tempted, but ultimately refused.

The Mediterranean did not continue to lobby, as if everything was expected. He smiled and said, "Councillor Winston's invitation is always valid, Judge Brooklyn, whenever you want to change your working environment, you can." ”

He pointed to the business card, "If you change your mind, call the number above." ”

Mediterranean was so polite that Brooklyn couldn't say no.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Mediterranean owes himself, does not mention Jerry's matter again, and politely leaves.

Sending off the Mediterranean, Bob rushed in sweaty.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry."

…………………………

At noon, Brooklyn, who returned from dinner, found that there were many people gathered in front of the courthouse.

This kind of incident was very common, but the sharp-eyed Ray saw that there were police lights flashing in the crowd.

This aroused Brooklyn's curiosity.

Standing on the steps and peering out into the crowd for a moment, Brooklyn, who saw nothing, shook his head and walked to the inner courtyard.

As soon as he arrived in the corridor of the inner court, he was greeted by Ruby escorted by two FBI agents.

The two staggered, and Ruby walked into the elevator with a calm face.

"Brooklyn."

Michael's voice rang out.

"The FBI tracked down a clue related to a foreign spy organization, but I didn't expect Ruby to be involved."

Michael shook his head and sighed, looking pity.

At this time, there were many court staff in the corridor, and they looked suddenly enlightened when they heard this.

Brooklyn glanced at Michael and didn't say anything more.

"How's Emma Gilson's case?"

Michael patted Brooklyn's arm and changed the subject.

"The jury is still collegial."

Brooklyn answered honestly.

"Hurry up and get it over, there's a big case waiting for you."

Michael smiled at him encouragingly, turned back to his office.

……

……

This weekend, Brooklyn and David were dragged to the third floor by Ray to do coolies, and in one fell swoop they took all the painting work, and Ray even had time to renovate the fence.

Now you only need to buy furniture and you can officially move in.

February 12th.

The sixth day of the collegiate meeting, Monday.

The jury's collegial verdict came in.

Courtroom No. 9 was packed. The reporters were engrossed, and the prosecution and defense could not hide their nervousness.

Bob stood next to the judge's bench, his eyes kept looking at Ray.

Before the trial, he pulled Lei and repeatedly told him about the precautions.

Outside the courthouse, those who support Emma and those who oppose her get together, stark and nervously awaiting the outcome.

After receiving the news, the major TV stations came up with plans to change the program list that they had prepared in advance, and the news hosts in charge were ready, waiting for the news from the court, ready to report at any time.

"Jury, has there been a result in the deliberations of this case?"

After confirming that the original defendant was present and that everything was normal, Brooklyn asked.

The jury representative stood up and replied, "Yes." ”

He had a piece of paper in his hand. On paper is the result of the deliberations in this case.

The auditorium craned its neck and looked at it, wishing that its eyes could fly out and see what was written on the paper before anyone else.

"Case 017-EDNY09-085, Federal v. Defendant Emma Gilson on four counts of second-degree murder, first-degree arson, obstruction of official business, and trespass and falsification of government information."

Brooklyn reviewed the charges in the indictment and asked one by one

"Did the jury agree with the prosecution's charge of second-degree murder?"

"After jury deliberation, the defendant Emma Gilson was found guilty of second-degree murder."

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and then the sound of rustling sounded.

Several reporters hurriedly reported the results to the sidelines.

The first charge was found guilty, which does not bode well.

Donna's face was a little ugly.

Emma Gilson's parents sat in the front row, their hands clasped together, and Mrs. Gilson had covered her mouth.

"Did the jury agree with the prosecution's charge of first-degree arson?"

"After jury deliberation, the defendant Emma Gilson was unanimously found guilty of first-degree arson!"

Boom –

This time, the uproar in the auditorium was louder.

Convicted of the two heaviest crimes, Emma Gilson is one step away from death.

Previously, a number of media outlets invited experts to speculate on the outcome of the collegiate discussion, and most of them believed that the jury would choose between second-degree murder and first-degree arson.

They argue that once both are established at the same time, Emma Gilson must be sentenced to death in Brooklyn Lee's sentencing style.

With this in mind, the jury should have given the defendant more leniency.

“NO！”

Mrs. Gilson let out a small exclamation, could not bear to look any further, and hid her face with her hands in her arms.

Mr. Gilson put his arms around his wife, his eyes red as he looked into the dock.

Emma Gilson stood in the dock, long gone, and when she heard that she was guilty of second-degree murder and first-degree arson, she looked up at Dona blankly.

Donna smiled wryly back.

"Silence!"

Brooklyn rang the gavel and ordered the bailiffs to expel some of the loudest reporters and continue questioning

"Does the jury agree with the prosecution's charge of obstruction of official business?"

“…… Guilty - Confirmed! ”

"Does the jury agree with the prosecution's charge of tampering with government information?"

“…… Guilty - Confirmed! ”

All four charges in a row were convicted!

Mr. and Mrs. Gilson hugged each other, could no longer control their emotions, and cried.

Emma Gilson seemed completely stunned, and the whole person sat down in her chair, her eyes blank, her mouth opening and closing rapidly.

By this time, the jury bench had fallen silent.

All eyes were on Brooklyn and the jury representatives.

However, the jury representative disappointed them.

He made no sentencing recommendations, and after reading out the results, he handed the paper to Brooklyn and sat down.

Brooklyn took a quick look at the contents of the paper and announced after making sure it was correct

"After deliberation by the jury, the prosecution unanimously found guilty of four counts of second-degree murder, first-degree arson, obstruction of official business, and illegal invasion and tampering with government information......"

As Brooklyn's voice faded away, Emma Gilson looked around blankly, horrified to find that she could only see the judge's mouth open and closed, but not hear a single sound.

The world was completely silent, dead silent.

“…… Death penalty ......"

Death penalty?

Emma Gilson blinked, she seemed to hear a voice just now, and then the whole world kept ringing that voice, repeating it over and over again.

Death penalty!

Death penalty!

Death penalty!

I'm going to die?

Emma Gilson thought to herself.