Friday, March 2nd.

Early in the morning, various media outlets in New York were detonated by a piece of news.

Congressman Reilly Winston spoke publicly about Baruch College in an interview with reporters.

He said that he was very good friends with the two rich deceased, that he knew them, that they were very good people, and that he publicly appealed to the court to punish Peter Johnson severely.

The reporter excitedly asked him to talk more about his views, and the congressman named Brooklyn by name.

He believes the District Attorney's Office should file a lawsuit in federal court and transfer the case to a Brooklyn judge.

"Only an impartial judge like Brooklyn Lee is qualified to put this case on trial!"

Councillor Winston smiled at the camera.

Brooklyn looked at Congressman Winston's standard smile on the screen and wanted to say thank you.

In addition to this, Congressman Winston also spoke about his views on the state courts.

"That's right, I heard that they had filed the indictment in the state court, but the judge in the state court dismissed the indictment for fear of retaliation."

"If the state court had taken up the case, maybe the two of them wouldn't have died."

He said nothing about Brooklyn's dismissal of the indictment.

"Do I have a grudge against him?"

Brooklyn asked, pointing to a picture of Congressman Winston.

"You put his son in jail." Bob complained mercilessly, "Because of you, his only child is caught in the vortex of obstruction of justice and may never be able to pursue a legal career again." Do you think he has a grudge against you? ”

"But when he can't eat meat, he says that the meat is fragrant, and when he brushes the dishes, he scolds the dishes for being dirty, right?"

Brooklyn argued unconvinced

"Besides, I just reminded him, why didn't he go to the District Attorney's Office?"

Bob snatched the mouse and flipped through it, pointing out a line of text for Brooklyn to read.

I heard that the District Attorney's Office had recruited a new prosecutor from another state, who seemed to be Wood Ward, and I was so optimistic about him that I should let Prosecutor Wood Ward preside over the case. ’

"He's looking for it, and you're both looking for it together."

Bob shrugged.

Brooklyn's eyes widened as he read it word for word, stroked his forehead, and pulled a printed leave slip from his pocket.

"Give it to Michael, and he said I had cancer and was going to have chemotherapy."

"You have cancer?"

Michael walked in and asked with a smile on his face.

Brooklyn immediately became weak, he leaned on the table, and said weakly

"Yes, yes, it was checked out yesterday, and the doctor advised me to treat it as soon as possible, and there is still a possibility of recovery."

Michael smiled, looked around Brooklyn for a long time, and sighed as he took out an envelope from his bosom with a look of pity

"That's a shame. Because of your excellent work, I just decided not long ago to increase the salaries of all of your Court 9 personnel. ”

Bob and Brooklyn looked up and looked straight at Michael.

Michael pretended not to know, and was still sighing.

"In order to enable you to do your job better, I am also prepared to give Court 9 more lenient spending. Gee! What a shame! ”

He opened the envelope, pulled out a slip from it, looked at it, and patted Brooklyn on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Brooklyn, you're a good judge, it's been a privilege to work with you, the last six months have been the easiest time for my job, I can't believe that cancer has found you, it's just terrible!"

"You have to stick to the treatment, we are all waiting for you to come back."

As he spoke, Michael took out five more envelopes from his arms and made a regretful gesture to tear the envelopes.

Seeing this, Bob immediately stepped forward to stop him, and Nelly cooperated with Bob to grab the envelope and stuff it into her broad chest, watching Michael's every move vigilantly.

"How can this be counted?" Bob stood between Nelly and Michael and laughed, "This is the honor of Court No. 9, it is the result of everyone's joint efforts, how can this be counted!" ”

"yes," Nelly chimed in, "Brooklyn is the most helpful, but we're not idle." Otherwise, forget his share, anyway, he is going to chemotherapy, and we don't go to chemotherapy, so we still have to raise the salary to encourage it. ”

Michael refused to answer, just stared at Brooklyn.

“OK！ OK！！ Brooklyn threw up his hands in surrender, "I just don't want to get involved in the Baruch College case." ”

He explained: "The case is not fully understood at this time, but the police must be under pressure to throw Peter Johnson to calm public opinion." God doesn't know what they're going to do to calm public opinion. ”

"Michael, I do want to accumulate high-impact cases, but at the same time I'm also a judge, and I can't help the police to wronged a good person. I can't. ”

Michael stared at Brooklyn with a strange smile, he reached into his arms, pulled out another envelope and handed it to Brooklyn.

"Is he holding the whole world in his arms?" Bob and Nelly leaned together and muttered quietly.

Brooklyn looked at Michael and opened the envelope.

"This is an order from the Second Circuit that the Baruch College bombing must be done justice." Michael's gaze became more and more strange as he looked at Brooklyn, "And they have designated you to be judged." ”

He asked in a joking tone, "Brooklyn, are you Riley Crewe's illegitimate son?" Ever since little Riley Crewe was accidentally killed, he's been paying special attention to you. ”

Brooklyn paused, not thinking the joke funny, he pointed to the letter, rubbing his fingertips against the Riley Crewe signature at the checkout, feeling the pressure marks left by the tip of the pen, and looking up to joke

"Michael, why is it that the Circuit House suddenly cares so much about our hospital? Did you do something bad and leak the news? ”

Michael was stunned for a moment, reached out and patted Brooklyn's arm

"Haha!"

"Okay, I already have brought it, and the salary has been raised for you, and the sick leave is over, and I will go back."

Brooklyn smiled goodbye to Michael, and after sending him away, he looked at the envelope alone and pondered.

On the last question, Michael shifts the subject and shakes his head and nods as he speaks, a classic ambiguity that obscures the facts.

He only snorted twice, and then immediately changed the subject, which was also a kind of resistance.

Resist answering a question, or even resist getting involved with it.

So, what he really did, he himself thought was a bad thing!

What did he do?

And then there's this Judge Riley Crewe.

Brooklyn didn't think Riley Crewe was looking at him for anything, and in his opinion, Riley Crewe's two direct instructions were very reasonable.

That's what happens when you see a capable employee under you.

There is no such thing as a special relationship.

So, what is the situation of Michael, who is not in an ordinary relationship from the normal behavior of treating capable subordinates?

Is it really the FBI?

It's kind of appalling.

Brooklyn silently suppressed the speculation about Michael, which is at least a detective re-employed after retirement, and at worst, the FBI is being used to meddle in the judiciary.