Court No. 9. The dock was packed, with the company's representative, Jeffrey Fahn, the lawyer's representative, Bruno Fahn, and three other lawyers.

The plaintiff's bench was already a little crowded. Jason Bull occupies one seat, Benjamin, as a lawyer, is not only the main exporter, but also the 'investor', and occupies another seat, leaving the girl's father and the two ignorant and unhappy representatives of the party in a corner.

In fact, there are five people in the plaintiff's seat, which is the same as the number of defendants. But the five people in the dock are all elites, and the Faun father and son are even richer, they have a balanced diet and a well-proportioned body, and the five of them sit there just right.

On the other hand, on the plaintiff's side, Jason Bull and Benjamin are okay, the representatives of the three parties are not from wealthy families, the diet structure is very unreasonable, and most of them are manual laborers, and they are middle-aged, which makes the bodies of the three people bulge like balloons.

Brooklyn sat in the judge's seat and looked around—he couldn't stand the torment of the book, and ran to the courtroom early.

One after another, people came in and sat in the auditorium. When the time was almost over, Brooklyn coughed twice and told the bailiff to close the door and announce the opening of the trial.

The presence of both the plaintiffs and defendants was confirmed, the indictment was read out, and the jury members were finally invited to enter.

Councillor Winston is prominently on the list. The guy also deliberately sat in the front right, which is the closest position to the judge.

Brooklyn began to read out the rules, and after the plaintiffs and defendants had expressed clarity and no doubt, the jury selection began.

It was the first time for him to file a class action lawsuit, and he had made a lot of preparations beforehand, so he was not panicking.

Bruno Fahn, as a representative of the legal team, although he has his father's nepotism, the position itself requires the ability to handle class action cases, and if he had not handled a class action lawsuit, Jeffrey Fahn would not have placed him in this position, which would be detrimental to the interests of the company.

The ATC was new to class action lawsuits, and despite a lot of homework, they were different from Brooklyn.

Brooklyn is the decision-maker and controller in the courtroom, with absolute authority and final interpretation, and even if Brooklyn makes mistakes, there is room for remedy.

The ATC is only the plaintiff's lawyer, and if they make a mistake, it will directly affect the outcome of the lawsuit. As a result, both Jason Bull and Benjamin are extra cautious.

This extra caution is reflected in the selection of jury members, which is somewhat torturous. The ATC still pushes the tables and asks a lot of its own bizarre questions.

The difference is that Benjamin looks at Jason Bull before each pick, waiting for the decision of the team behind the scenes.

This slows down the selection process. Brooklyn didn't give a reminder, but glanced at Jeffrey Fahn.

It's a warning to last week's petty trickery by Jeffrey Faun in the inner court. After more than three hours of grinding, the jury was finally selected, and Brooklyn announced an adjournment to resume tomorrow morning at half past nine.

After work, Brooklyn was caught by the media for a brief interview. Faced with the journalist's question

Brooklyn thought for a moment and gave his own answer.

"This question shouldn't be asked to me, it should be asked to the people in the bar association." Brooklyn spread his hands.

"I think the principle of recusal should have been established at the beginning to avoid this situation, the judge and the party know each other, in order to avoid the judge being affected by personal feelings, the unfavorable party will usually apply for recusal. If no one requests recusal, the recusal principle does not need to be enabled by default. At this point, Brooklyn paused

"You ask me what I think, what can I think? It seems that being a judge is a profession that is not suitable for making friends. We should be put in a cage, pulled out for court when we need to use it, and continue to be in the cage when we are used up to avoid the judge socializing. Well, that's a great idea. With that, Brooklyn stopped giving interviews and walked through the crowd and left.

In the evening, footage of Brooklyn's interview made the news. He was the first judicial figure to come forward and express his views after the FBI adjusted its strategy.

He was also the first to point out so clearly how ridiculous it is to bring up the old story of lawn mowers. As the first to eat crabs, Brooklyn took a huge risk, but at the same time made a big profit.

The fall of Lyleigh Crewe is inevitable, and he will leave a rich legacy. All Brooklyn has to do is carry on this legacy.

He still has admiration for Lyley Crewe, and still thinks it's incredible that an environment like the Federation can grow a Lyley Crewe.

But he also has to take into account the realities. It is very stupid and absurd to refuse to inherit the legacy of Lyry Crewe because of admiration.

That's not high, it's stupid. If Brooklyn doesn't take it, others will go and take it. Rather than give it to others, it would be better for him, the person who understands Lyric Crewe, to inherit it, at least he won't use Lyry Crewe's inheritance to do things that make Lylic Crewe feel disgusting.

The others are not stupid, the reason why they have not spoken out for a long time is just waiting and seeing, calculating the gains and losses.

Now that Brooklyn is the first person, others who are ready to get a piece of the pie have also stepped up.

As a result, a strange scene appeared in the programs of major TV stations that night. The previous news was still reporting on Lyley Crewe's troubles, and I didn't expect Lyrie Crewe to be such a person, and in the later show, there were invited guests who spoke for Lyley Crewe in a high-profile manner, shouting 'He is innocent'.

This contrast between before and after made the audience stunned, and they didn't know who to believe for a while. ………………………… In the middle of the night, five trucks sped along the road.

Olaf Sr. was anxious to return to New York to understand the situation, and after communicating with the veteran drivers of the team, he decided to rest in the car.

Fortunately, they are all two people in a car, so they don't have to drive tiredly. In fact, the elder Olaf didn't know what he was going to do when he went back, and he knew that even if he was in New York now, he wouldn't be able to help Lylie Crewe.

But he just wanted to go back as soon as possible, to understand the situation. On the dark road, trucks roared by, and the loud noise of the engines was like a fierce monster.

In the distance, old Olaf saw a car parked on the side of the road, and a man with a panicked face was waving his arms up and forth.

He seems to be in trouble. If it was normal, the elder Olaf would stop the car, enthusiastically come forward to ask, and then help.

But now he is in a hurry to return to New York and does not intend to stop. Natasha rumbled by, the headlights illuminating a large field of vision.

When he got closer, old Olaf looked in and saw that the man's hands were covered in blood, and that there was a woman lying in front of the car.

“…… Please help me! I didn't mean to hit her ......" Natasha staggered past the car, and in the loud engine noise, the elder Olaf faintly heard the man's panicked cries for help.

He glanced at the woman lying motionless on the ground, and his heart moved, and an evil thought took root in the bottom of his heart.

………………………… Late at night, NYPD headquarters. The New York Harbor killer continues to attract attention, stirring everyone's nerves and exhaustion.

At this time, it was already early in the morning, and David and the others finished sorting out the materials and prepared to go home to rest for a while, and continue tomorrow.

Just as everyone dragged their tired bodies and said 'see you tomorrow' to each other, the operator of the main station suddenly broke in.

"The New York Harbor Patrol has found a suspicious person and is tracking!" In a word, the yawning crowd immediately became energetic.

There was an eerie silence in the office for a moment, and the next, everyone moved.

"Pol, take someone to change their equipment." David ran out as he commanded

"Inform the patrol officer that the other party is in possession of a firearm and may be resisted. Mobilize nearby police to provide support, call the hospital, and send an ambulance. A few minutes later, a large crowd of people rushed out of the headquarters building, and more than a dozen police cars whistled out.

Not long after David and the others left, Director Reagan's car drove into the headquarters. The old bureau chief put on his coat, got out of the car, walked quickly into the headquarters building, got into the control room of the main station, and took over the command.

Another five minutes later, Walter O'Brien arrived with the Scorpion team. In fact, he didn't use it originally, but now it's 'field time', and although their Scorpio group has a high IQ, they are basically weak chickens.

But Walter O'Brien suspects the Patriots will attack the police system again and help the New York Harbor killers escape.

Director Reagan apparently thought of this, and nodded at Walter O'Brien upon seeing him, and ordered a table to be made available for them.

Instead of being polite, Walter took out his computer, connected to the police network, and began to check for security vulnerabilities in the police system, ready to respond to an attack.

When Commissioner Reagan called up the electronic map of New York Harbor and directed support to outflank the killer from the front, the attack came as scheduled.

"Not Pier 7." Walter O'Brien was flying with his fingers, tapping quickly on the keyboard, and single-handedly toughened the Patriot team

"The patriots tampered with the map. They're ...... Pier 1. As he spoke, Walter pressed the button, and the electronic map on the large screen was refreshed, and the positioning of the support groups above had all changed.

As can be seen from the map, all the garrisons are surrounding in the direction of piers 7, 8, and 9, and the patrol who first spotted the killer in New York Harbor is moving from Pier 2 to Pier 1, clearly out of the main force.

Director Reagan's face changed slightly, and he immediately picked up the microphone to adjust the layout. Walter fell silent and kept tapping on the keyboard.

The attacks of the Patriots intensified. Despite Walter's skill, it was not a reciprocal war, he was facing a whole group, and at this stage, he could discern seven people, who were 'on the line' with him.

As time went on, the 'troops' invested by the Patriots continued to increase, and the protection that Walter had built was already at stake.

"One minute left." Walter said suddenly. Seeing Director Reagan look over, he explained

"There are too many of them." It's too much, indeed. In just five minutes, the number of people 'on the line' with him increased from seven to sixteen.

Director Reagan's face changed slightly, and he grabbed the microphone and adjusted to the shared channel

"The headquarters side is under attack by the Patriots, and in a minute the communications will be cut off. The on-site command was handed over to David. ”

"Repeat, the headquarters is attacked by the Patriots, and the communication will be cut off after a minute, and the scene will be handed over to David in charge of the command after the communication is cut off."

"Repeat, HQ—" Director Reagan failed to repeat it for the third time, and Walter's speed of typing on the keyboard had dropped significantly, and finally stopped.

There was a shrill buzz on the stereo, and the electronic tracking map on the big screen was replaced by a picture of a Patriot missile launch.

The missile sped across the screen, then exploded, and after the cloud of explosions dissipated, a tattered Star-Spangled Banner hung on it, and a starry flag sounded in the stereo.

Walter leaned back, a little disappointed. He stared at the screen for a moment, then Huo Ran got up and walked quickly outside.

Just now, something suddenly occurred to him. This time, in order to break through the protection set up by him, the Patriot invested at least 16 people, and these 16 people had uneven technical levels, and they were obviously a temporary team.

Does this mean that he has a chance to catch the 'tail' left by some careless guy and get some news of the Patriot?

Whether he could do it or not, Walter didn't know, but he thought he could try. The flame-out at the NYPD headquarters did not affect the arrest in New York Harbor.

Director Reagan is an experienced and decisive leader, after learning that Walter can't hold it, he didn't talk nonsense, didn't ask 'why can't you hold it' and 'why can't you hold it', and immediately rearranged it and delegated the command to David.

This step played a key role. The walkie-talkie communication between police cars is simple, easy to crack, easy to intercept, and the effective communication distance is not long.

This ancient means of communication was easily jammed, and the Patriot could simulate David's voice and hack into the channel through a communications base station near New York Harbor, disrupting the command.

David realized this after receiving a call from Director Reagan to delegate command, and he issued only one order

"Everyone turned off communications, surrounded Pier 1, and when they arrived at the designated place, they were on guard with guns." He abandoned the use of any technical means, and directly switched to the most primitive means of communication - shouting.

Police cars surrounded Pier 1, David rushed out of the police car, came to the police, first took out his ID to prove his identity, and then shouted to divide the police into several teams to narrow the encirclement from different directions.

Soon, the New York Harbor patrol vehicle appeared in front of everyone, and a patrol officer was sitting next to the door, holding his stomach in one hand and a walkie-talkie in the other, calling for support.

Seeing his colleague arrive, the patrolman tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilted his head, and fainted. Someone immediately stepped forward, ripped off the patrol officer's clothes, and carried out basic bandaging and treatment.

David led the men on. Arriving at the docks, another patrol officer appeared in full view.

David stepped forward to inquire about the situation. The patrolman pointed to a speedboat at sea.

"Two suspects, carrying military backpacks, helmets, police body armor, and pistols, one of them is equipped with an M16 rifle, and the number of bullets is incalculable."