The letter from the IRS lay quietly on the table. The afternoon sun fell obliquely on the delicate letterhead, casting a golden veil over the entire letterhead.

"Dear Mr. Brooklyn Lee, please have all tax records, e-bills, and related documents ready within three days from the date of receipt of the letter, and we will begin investigating you on May 1......" The letterhead, folded into three stacks, revealed a portion of the contents.

Brooklyn is on the phone, and it's David. He was not worried about the IRS's investigation. As early as when he signed the joint appraisal of the eight appraisal agencies and invited Turnman to join, Michael and Bob both reminded him that the IRS would initiate an investigation.

Brooklyn doesn't think he has anything to check on. He pays his taxes on time, and he doesn't steal a penny that shouldn't be stolen.

What judge who is deeply investigated by the IRS will not even be able to afford a three-story house? It's just a normal investigation.

What really upset him was the email from Carl Lessman. The email begins with an old photocopy of a serious portrait of the young man and Carl Lessman, standing under a blackboard with messy handwriting.

Carl Lentman put his arm around his shoulders, and he tensed and looked nervous. Underneath the photograph is a faded pen signature

"My Most Respected Teacher: Carl Lentman". Brooklyn recognizes this font. He had deliberately simulated, then subtly changed slowly, and now his signature is very different from the original.

But if you put together the signatures from last year to the present, you can see the process of this change. And he didn't talk to David to investigate Carl Lentman or any other private matter.

In fact, the call was made by David. In May, Brooklyn officially became a rotating judge, and David had an ad hoc partnership with the FBI.

David called to apply for a warrant. It was supposed to be someone from the FBI who came in person, but the time was pressing, and the director of FBI operations asked David to call and apply, considering that David had a personal relationship with Brooklyn.

This saves a lot of time. The FBI sent someone to pick it up, and when they arrived at the courthouse, the warrant had been made, and they could pick it up and go, without having to wait for a long time, let alone waste saliva explaining the reason and the necessity of the warrant to the judge.

Brooklyn has become a lawless judge, and more than a dozen arrest warrants have been issued. And today is Saturday, May 5th.

On the days when he was supposed to rest, he could only sit in his office and issue a search warrant. The beautifully printed letterhead paper on the table was not worth his attention at all, and there were more than a dozen arrest warrants, restraining orders, and wanted warrants next to the letterhead...... Various orders are waiting for him to sign.

There were a dozen people crammed into his office, waiting to take the orders. Outside the door, there are many people waiting in line.

They need to go into the office, explain to Brooklyn in the shortest, most concise language the necessity of the letter they need, and then do everything they can...... Convince the judge to sign the damned order.

At Brooklyn's side, Bob was holding a thick stack of indictments, waiting for Brooklyn to review them.

It's a really thick stack. He needs to confirm whether the indictments are admissible, give reasons for their inadmissibility, and carefully examine those that are accepted, and determine whether he, the rotating judge, will conduct the hearing and the first instance and then assign them to other judges, or whether they will be directly distributed to other judges.

"I see, you can send someone to fetch it." The Brooklyn call has finally come to an end. The people at the front of the line breathed a sigh of relief, glanced down at their watches, and continued to silently recite the lines that persuaded the judge.

Hanging up, Brooklyn whispered a few words to Bob, who rolled his eyes and trotted away with the indictment.

Brooklyn sat back in his chair, took the materials handed by the man at the table, and looked down at them quickly.

"Where?" Brooklyn said without looking up

"Stealing artifacts, huh? Need a search warrant? ”

"No, no, no." Brooklyn closed the materials, roughly brushed them up, and handed them back to their owners.

"Peter Parker is a native of Montana, and the stolen artifacts belong to W. Parker. Jurisdiction, you should go to the U.S. District Court for the Western District, this is the U.S. District Court for the Eastern District of New York, you're looking for the wrong person. What else did the man say, Brooklyn didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and announced it directly

"Next." The man was holding the material and was squeezed out by the people behind him. Bang~~ A stack of thick materials is placed on the table.

"What's the reason?" Brooklyn asked as he looked through the materials with his head down. As for the beautifully made letterhead, it had already been swept underground by Brooklyn and printed with a large shoe print.

The work of the rotating judges is not easy, at least more than expected. Brooklyn returned home after a busy day, had dinner, and sat in his study, looking at Carl Letman's emails in deep thought.

He hesitated for a moment, typed a string of replies, and finally deleted them all and dragged the message into the trash.

Just after all of this, Carl Litman sent a new email. After clicking on it, the content is a standard anonymous report letter, reporting that Brooklyn may have embezzled in the cause of Peter Johnson's psychiatric evaluation, and asked the IRS to intervene in the investigation.

The report letter is followed by a string of exclamation points. Brooklyn stared at the new email, lost in thought. …………………… Washington, D.C., at Latman's home.

Emily Litman pulled on her slippers and lay on her father's back, looking curiously. She was supposed to show up a few kilometers away at a fellow school and go to a party, but when she was about to leave the house, her father, Carl Lentman, came back and left her at home.

"Why provoke him?" Emily, as the daughter of Carl Lentman, seems to have inherited Carl Rentman's ability to perceive people's hearts, and is naturally sensitive to these.

She only glanced at the contents of the email and deduced that it was her father's attempt to provoke the man named Brooklyn Lee.

She glanced at the table again, reaching out to pull a picture from under her computer. It's an old photo, even a little faded, with a father and another young man with a line underneath the photo

"My Most Respected Teacher: Carl Litman"

"He's your student?" Emily asked curiously

"Why haven't you ever heard him mention?"

"What does he do?" Carl Litman is awakened by his daughter's barrage of questions, and he reaches out to get the photo back from her daughter's hand, but Emily nimbly dodges it.

"You haven't told me yet." Emily hid the picture behind her and stared at Karl Dow.

"He's a young man I've met before." Carl Litman's answer was insincere and extremely perfunctory, much to Emily's dissatisfaction.

"Okay." Carl made a surrender and explained

"When I used to go to Harvard to sell books, I met students who seemed to be from law school." Seeing that her father was willing to tell the story, Emily obediently returned the photo.

Carl put the photo on his keyboard and said with some emotion

"At the invitation of the school, I gave them an open class and got to know Brooklyn."

"He's very talented and he's very hard-working."

"Is there any talent for Than, Troples?" Emily asked. Torres is Carl Letman's newly discovered 'toy', and Karl thinks that Torres is very talented in this area, and with a little polishing, he can become a peerless treasure.

She was simply born to eat this bowl of rice.

"Brooklyn is the most gifted person I've ever met." Karl's voice sighed slightly.

"Then why haven't I seen him?" Emily asked.

"He has a clear plan for his life, and he wants to be a judge." Karl Dow.

"Judge?" Emily's eyes lit up

"It's the judge of Peter Johnson in New York!"

"So you're trying to provoke him so that he doesn't waste his talent." Seeing Carl nodding, Emily said firmly.

Karl nodded again, then diverted from the subject

"Alright, it's time for you to go to bed."

"Next time I'm going to New York with you!" Emily said as she walked to the bedroom. Carl didn't answer, watched Emily leave, and continued to tap on the computer, and an analysis report slowly took shape.

After he went to New York this time, he felt like a completely different person in Brooklyn. This feeling is not only because of Brooklyn's change of attitude towards him, but in fact, the two did not have much in common after the open class, and this photo is just a memento left by Brooklyn after Brooklyn asked him for an autograph after the open class.

But as far as he could observe, Brooklyn had been avoiding him. He seems to be hiding some secret. ………………………… Brooklyn didn't know that his instinctive dislike for Karl had piqued the insightful expert's interest, and if he had known, he wouldn't have chosen Latman in the first place.

He was talking to Winston at this time. Since the two sides completely tore their faces and put the threat to each other on the surface, they have gotten along more harmoniously.

What to say, what needs to be said, without beating around the bush, effectively improving the communication bear rate, they will even pretend to be old friends, text or email each other sarcastically.

Brooklyn talks to Winston about Winston's campaign. Heading into May, Winston is ready to increase his exposure.

The strategy of 'suppressing first and then promoting' developed by his campaign team took up so much of his time and energy in the early stage that he had no time to appear in public, and the consequence of this was that his originally solid approval rating continued to decline, and his opponents began to take shape.

"What about the LGBT minority?" Winston asked

"You've been in contact with them, is this group easy to win over?" Brooklyn responded with sneers and mockery

"Good contact, you just need to put on a red dress, wear heavy makeup, rub your red lips, twist your fat buttocks, appear in public a few more times, and shout LGBT long live into the microphone! And tell everyone that you recently got a boyfriend. ”

"It's simple." Winston was speechless for a long time.

"You Republican D conservative go fight for the X minority, what do you think? Infected by that idiot son of yours, or infected? Winston was not offended by Brooklyn's cynicism, which was nothing in fact and was texted to Brooklyn more than that when Brooklyn was notified of the IRS's investigation.

"Their voices are loud." Winston said slowly

"I regret going to you a little, they have a stronger appeal and can bring me more support than you, a useless judge of the D-faction."

"Eun, that's right!" Brooklyn agreed

"I heard that the anorectal department of CQ City on the other side of the ocean is very powerful, do you need me to help you book a bed? I can pay the money for you, which is considered support for your campaign. After all, you have given too much for the campaign. Winston didn't reply, and Brooklyn kept going

"Or I heard that there is a very mature sex reassignment surgery technique in Thailand, do you need it?"

“f**kyou！ Brooklyn! There was a moment of silence, and a loud scolding from Winston came from the earpiece.

"I need someone to come with me." After scolding, Winston said directly

"We need to stay in the same hotel room and often go to restaurants together when we are photographed. It's also good for you, because you have a bad relationship with them, which helps to ease your relationship. ”

"I'm not interested in you." Brooklyn said bluntly

"Even if I'm G, I can't take a fancy to you. It's so magical, no one will believe it. The sound of Winston's heavy breathing began to be heard through the earpiece, followed by a series of curses.

"I won't take a fancy to you either!" Winston's roar came from the earpiece. Then there was silence.

"You don't have to." After the silence, Brooklyn said

"You try to provoke this group as little as possible, they are all a bunch of crazy people."

"Have you ever thought about how they will retaliate against you if they find out about it after the election?"

"Are they really toilet paper and throw it away when they run out?" Winston's slightly tired voice came

"So what do you say?"

"Shouldn't this question be asked to your campaign office?" Brooklyn was a little confused. Winston didn't answer.

"Okay." Brooklyn pondered as he wondered if something was wrong with Winston's campaign

"Your approval rating has been high. Don't worry at all. ”

Also, you have to think about what you got these approval ratings on. To be honest, I feel like your latest show is completely useless. ”

"Don't take everyone for stupidity. They support you because you do help people do a lot of things, and they value that, not rhetoric and showmanship. ”

"Muddy spots on the heels of your shoes don't make the people who support you support you more supportive, and they don't make people who make up their minds not to support you change their minds. What you should do now is to consolidate the fundamentals and ensure that the existing support rating does not fall, rather than finding a way to increase it. ”

"In this campaign, you're the defender, they're challenging you."

"Besides, I don't understand this reasoning, so I suggest you disband your campaign team. But also, after all, people gather like like. Fools can only attract fools. ”