The plea agreement confesses to the crimes of organ trafficking and child trafficking, and they even clearly account how they plotted to burn Ben Stone to death.

Ben Stone has gathered key evidence and locked it in a container. They sent men to follow Ben Stone for several days, but never found a chance to do so.

The housewarming banquet held in Brooklyn that day gave them a chance to do it. They celebrated the housewarming in their room, and their people waited patiently outside.

Until the housewarming banquet was over, Ben Stone was drunk. They decisively gave the order to take Ben Stone's order at UBAR and take Ben Stone under the noses of the police officers in Brooklyn and the Eucalyptus Troop.

After reading this part, Brooklyn looked up at the prosecutor. The prosecutor nervously looked at Brooklyn and looked away.

Brooklyn flipped to the content of the agreement, which required Nora and Sierra to provide all the information about the foreign trafficking organization, and in exchange for the prosecutor providing them with a new identity and a permanent life in a secret sanatorium.

As a judge, Brooklyn has knowledge of the many witness protection methods used by the prosecution, the FBI, and the police, as well as the identity of witnesses.

To be fair, this is a qualified plea agreement. It is much more cost-effective for prosecutors to get information about foreign trafficking organizations and unite with their countries to wipe them out in one fell swoop than sending Serra and Nora to the electric chairs.

Moreover, the agreement also reveals the meaning of "this is more than that" and "Sierra and Nora are not the ultimate beneficiaries of organ trafficking and children".

But Brooklyn couldn't help but think of what Ben Stone had said that night. He couldn't help but think of Ben Stone.

"Your Excellency, Judge?" Seeing Brooklyn staring at the agreement in a daze, the prosecutor cautiously reminded him.

Brooklyn took one last look at the agreement, nodded, and signed his name. The prosecutor breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly put away the agreement, and prepared to take Sierra and Nora away.

"Wait." Brooklyn called out to the prosecutor.

"Prosecutor, please take care to protect the safety of witnesses." Brooklyn admonished in a sincere tone

"The information they have to provide is important, and it could be a big sensation around the world. The information on this agreement must not be leaked. After the prosecutor nodded in understanding, Brooklyn looked back and forth in the auditorium, and said with some reproach

"You should explain the situation in advance, I can prepare a quiet courtroom, or go to the inner court to find me." He gestured to the auditorium

"It's not clear to us whether there's someone deeper in the gallery. The period between the time they get out of the courthouse and the time the witness protection plan goes into effect is the best time for them to get their hands dirty. Brooklyn analyzed it earnestly, and raised his hand to push away Bob and Ray, who were about to say something.

"You need to plan your route, after all, you only have two prison guards and you, the prosecutor, and according to the rules, the court has no authority to provide you with security forces to escort you out."

"So, you must be careful on the road!" At Brooklyn's earnest rebeas, the prosecutor nodded ugly, and left in a hurry with Serra and Nora with two other prison guards.

Brooklyn sat in the bench and watched them leave.

"Next group." He placed the thick indictment to his left, picked up another new indictment, and looked down.

"Oh, by the way, there are only eight to ten places expected this morning, and the rest of the parties can come back in the afternoon." Brooklyn said casually

"Don't waste everyone's time. After all, time is precious. As the words fell, there was a stumble in the auditorium, and the back two rows stood up and left the courtroom in line.

……………… Noon, Mexican restaurant. Brooklyn deliberately found a window seat. Ray looked at Brooklyn, who had a big appetite on the other side, and stopped talking several times.

"What's wrong?" Brooklyn asked, shoving Taco into his mouth and sucking his fingers.

"You're ...... in court"

"You're talking too much in court." Bob angrily poked the tortilla with his fork, and the poor tortilla had been poked into a sieve by him.

Ray glanced at Bob and pursed his lips not knowing what to say. He felt that Brooklyn shouldn't have done that, rather than that it should have been "more carefully planned."

These are two different things entirely.

"What intentions?" Brooklyn beckoned to the waiter and motioned for four more tacos.

"I just told them to be careful, it was the District Prosecutor's Office that was careless."

"If they pay enough attention, they should go to the inner court to find me and meet in secret, not like now." As he spoke, Brooklyn pointed out the window.

Not far away e.. At the entrance of Y, three black vans pulled out of the parking lot exit.

"It's just too obvious." As soon as the words fell, I saw a school bus suddenly stop in front of the black business bus, and it seemed to have broken down.

The black van seemed to be preparing to take a detour to other routes, but as soon as it turned around, the van at the very end suddenly accelerated as if it had lost control, and slammed into the car in the middle.

At the end, the car pushed all the way against the middle car, and in the midst of screams and angry yelling, pushed it against the wall, and then, the door opened, and the two killers in civilian clothes got out of the car, walked to the car that was caught in the middle, took out the gun from his arms, and coldly fired several shots into the car, and drove away.

Brooklyn behaved like most people in the restaurant, leaning on the window and looking out curiously.

They are in a good location, just by the window. He even had the leisure to pull Ray, who was standing up and preparing to do something, to sit down again.

"Sit down." Brooklyn took the taco from the waiter's hand behind him, took a bite, and chewed it heavily

"You're just a bailiff and you can't do anything." He shoved the rest of the taco into his mouth, greedily sucking the sauce from his fingers, and shrugged his shoulders

"It's like I'm just a judge."

"I can't do anything either! ~”

"Waiter, four more tacos, treat my friend to dinner!" Brooklyn shouted

"He's the best eater of your taco!" Ray sat down a little uneasily, took a deep look at Brooklyn, who was munching heavily, and suddenly realized that the little hair in front of him was so unfamiliar.

………………………… At three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, David and FBI agent Pete, followed by Neil Kavrey, appeared at the door of Courtroom No. 9.

Instead of disturbing Brooklyn, they quietly walked into Courtroom No. 9 and sat in the corner of the back row of the auditorium, waiting quietly.

Brooklyn glanced at the three men and continued to interrogate the prosecution on bail as usual. It's a middle-aged man's eucalyptus for defaulting on his college loans.

Tuition at federal universities is very high, ranging from $30,000 to $50,000 per person per year, even at cheap universities.

When Brooklyn was in school, Ray and David worked hard to help him out, and the rest of the loan was paid off by Brooklyn after work.

At least half of the college students in the federation have to repay their college loans at least until they are 50 years old, and some of them are gone, and the loans have not been repaid.

At present, the unlucky defendant works in a construction company and has the energy to repay, but some time ago he was laid off by the company, lost his source of income, was unable to repay the loan, and continued to default, so he was sued in court.

The prosecution's aim was for the defendant to continue to repay the loan, not to send the defendant to jail, so the prosecution was very lenient in its bail opinion.

Eventually, Brooklyn listened to the prosecution, granted a $500 bail request, and distributed the case to Judge Anna.

After dealing with the case, Brooklyn summoned Bob, motioned for the remaining pieces to continue tomorrow, and got up and walked towards the inner court.

Seeing Brooklyn leave, the three of David also got up and followed out of Courtroom No. 9. Five minutes later, several people met in their office in Brooklyn.

"In the vicious incident that took place outside at noon, two important witnesses were shot dead, including two prison guards, a prosecutor and an FBI task force." David opened his mouth to explain the situation, and then explained his intentions

"You were there when the waiter at the Mexican restaurant next door weighed Eucalyptus, and we came to ask you a few things." Brooklyn signed the paperwork Bob had brought, handed it back to him, and nodded

"I was there, right by the window. It's just horrible. Neil Cavrey leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets and winked at Brooklyn.

Pete, with a frown, pulled out a notebook, ready to start writing.

"Agent Pete." Brooklyn said hello to him, quipping

"You're such an old-school guy." Pete shook the notebook in his hand

"It's my baby." Pete doesn't think Brooklyn is the murderer. First of all, Brooklyn's reputation is very high, and Pete doesn't think Brooklyn has such a need.

Even if the two death witnesses were the direct drivers of the killing of his friend. But Brooklyn is a judge, and as far as they know, the indictment had just been dealt with by Brooklyn in the morning.

If Brooklyn wanted to take revenge on the two witnesses, he could have refused the plea agreement, or divulged the identities and addresses arranged by the police for the two witnesses.

In this way, not only can he clear his suspicion, but he can also kill people with a knife. After all, in Pitt's view, Brooklyn and the police have common interests.

While these two witnesses were certainly the killers of Ben Stone, weren't they the larger interests behind them?

Wouldn't it be better for two witnesses to tell all the information they could say and know, and then leak the information when the situation calmed down?

Why be in such a hurry? In Pitt's view, it should be the interest groups behind the two who are scared, so they choose to do it today.

He didn't even think it was necessary to come and take a transcript of Brooklyn. David's expression was complicated. He received a message from Ray, who described to him how Brooklyn was doing in a Mexican restaurant.

In Ray's words, Brooklyn at that time was strange and scary. David didn't know if Brooklyn did it, he just wanted Brooklyn to keep his sanity.

"Supposedly you revealed too much information in court?" Pete asked, scripted.

"Are you talking about me telling the prosecution to pay attention to safety?" Brooklyn said generously

"I guess that's not a leak."

"I think if the prosecution wants Sierra and Nora to be tainted witnesses, they should talk to me privately, come here, or come to my house, you can. They shouldn't have brought people to court. ”

"You know, I'm a criminal judge, and I've dealt with too many criminal cases. The period after the trial is most dangerous until the witness is protected by the witness protection plan. Many of the witnesses were assassinated at this time. "[To tell the truth,Recently chased more,Change the source switch,Read aloud with more timbre,.yeguoyueduAndroidApple can be.】

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"Out of kindness, I reminded them to stay safe." At this, Brooklyn shrugged

"They seemed to listen and didn't leave immediately, but called for backup."

"It's just that the support came a little slowly, and it didn't arrive until noon."

"The support staff is not carefully screened enough. Mixed in by the killer. ”

"Yes, I was in the window of a Mexican restaurant, and I had a good view of what's going on down the street. Two killers. Brooklyn gestured with his hand and described the killer's appearance.

"They got out of the last car, pulled out their guns — it was so far away that I couldn't see what it was — they pulled out their guns and walked over to the car in the middle, shot into the car, and left."

"How did they leave?" Pete continued. Brooklyn frowned and recalled, looking up at Ray and Bob.

"Sorry, I didn't pay too much attention, the scene was too chaotic at the time, and we weren't close." Bob nodded in agreement.

Pete sketched in his notebook and put it away.

"Excuse me, Judge Brooklyn." Brooklyn got up, smiled and shook his head

"I have to thank you for rescuing me from my annoying job and giving me a break." He shook Pete's hand as he spoke, and warmly invited them to stay a little longer.

"Aren't you looking for stolen artifacts and jewelry?" Brooklyn even had the leisure to ask why Pete had been transferred to take charge of the case.

"The FBI has a big operation in New York, and there are not enough people, and our department needs to be responsible for that." Pete mentioned it and didn't say much.

Brooklyn just asked casually, seeing that Pete didn't want to say more, and didn't care, he shook Pitt's hand with a smile and exchanged a few more pleasantries.

Just sent the three away. Ray was about to leave, but was stopped by Brooklyn.

"There are still a few eucalyptus to end." Brooklyn said, taking a stack of indictments from Bob and stuffing them into Ray's arms.

"Let's go, I'll finish it sooner, and I'll have less tomorrow." There is no upper limit to the rate at which the judge on duty can accept and assign the papers, and if you are efficient enough to do Nissin, that's the best.

But the courts receive hundreds of indictments every day, and even if God comes, it is impossible to clear them every day.

Therefore, there is a minimum efficiency requirement for the Court — which is certainly not a mandatory rule — that the judges on duty must at least be able to supply other tribunals in a timely manner.

In other words, the minimum efficiency of the judges on duty is to ensure that every judge in every court has the right to sit at any time if he or she wants.

Only in this way can the limited judicial resources be used rationally, and the efficiency of the entire court will not be reduced because of the single judge on duty.

Brooklyn has been so efficient at handling cases that he can't do it every day, but he has no problem making sure that enough indictments are allocated to the courts every day.