Brooklyn stood in front of the window, quietly watching the procession below. The phone on his desk rang incessantly, but no one dared to answer.

Thurgood Marshall Federal Courthouse, Brenner Mahoney looked at the live broadcast on the computer and sneered.

His judge's assistant stood behind him and watched with him. The assistant scoffed when the camera pointed at the window of his office in Brooklyn and caught the figure standing in front of the window

"He wants to be a hero. Scold! Brenner Mahoney glanced at his assistant with an ugly face.

"Shut up!" He scolded. The assistant flattened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say more after all. Brenner Mahoney looked at the figure standing in front of the window and lost his mind.

He saw the shadow of his old partner in this figure.

"Heroic ......," Brenner Mahoney muttered, eventually shaking his head.

"Hero...... Scold! ”

"The Federation doesn't need heroes." The Federation will only fail the heroes. …………………… Inside the new office building of the New York Children's Advocacy Organization.

Frederick Samr stared solemnly at the live feed. When the figure in front of the window flashed by, he tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled ugly.

"This is the Federation, and there is no room for truth-tellers here." He looked at the image of the parade taken from the sky, and the steady stream of people was still heading towards E. Y convergence.

"I won, Judge Brooklyn." …………………… In the governor's office, Winston rang the phone in a grumpy manner.

When another call was hung up, he was so angry that he threw his phone on the computer screen. The computer screen was smashed and immediately became colorful.

The parade was not visible, but Winston did not subside in the slightest, and he walked around irritably. Finally sighed, picked up the phone receiver, and started making calls again.

…………………… nypd。 David had already made arrangements as soon as he learned of the situation, and just as he was about to go out with the patrol officers to maintain order, a phone call stopped him.

Less than a minute after the phone was connected, there was an unwilling roar in the hallway, followed by a crackling sound.

David angrily walked into the office, and in the face of the eyes of the members of the Eucalyptus Group, he opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice

"Pol, come with me to hand over the work." Ten minutes later, Pol brought the news: David had been dismissed from his post and was preparing to be investigated by the Home Office.

………………………… Manhattan. Frank Reagan house. The old man was wearing his home clothes, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a phone in the other, walking around the kitchen.

He yelled angrily into the phone

"Shut up! NYPD is my police department! Take your claws back! ”

"I think he's right!" The old man shouted with a sneer, as if he was already furious.

"You dare not speak the truth, and you try to silence those who speak the truth! You're still disgusting as always! ”

"Shut up, you! Don't point fingers at me! Finally, after yelling at the phone, the old man hung up the phone directly, raised his hand and was about to fall, thought about it, and took it back.

He dropped his kitchen knife, grabbed his coat and draped it over his body, and dashed out of the room, jumped into the car, and headed straight for the NYPD headquarters.

…………………… New York District Attorney's Office. Anne Aldington paced back and forth restlessly. Eventually, her eyes were fixed on the live stream being played.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed her phone, rummaging through a string of unfamiliar numbers to dial.

"Annie? It's so late, what's wrong? Mark Milai's voice came from the earpiece, and he sounded a little surprised, a little surprised, and a little cautious.

"Help Brooklyn." Anne said coldly. After a moment of silence, Mark Millay solemnly warned

"Anne, don't get involved. Now he is a huge whirlpool, and whoever comes close is unlucky. ”

"Help him." Anne said stiffly

"You owe him." Mark Milai was silent again, this time for much longer than the last.

Just as Anne was about to hang up in despair, Mark Millai's voice rang out. She had never one day, and never imagined, that she would expect such from Mark Millay's voice.

"I happen to have two tickets for the Red Sox in my hand—"

"Okay, I'll accompany you to the game. You help Brooklyn. Anne Aldington said through gritted teeth.

………………………… New York Squad for Combating High IQ Crime. Pete stood side by side with Neil, staring at the parade on TV with his chest crossed.

They have been banned from having any association with Brooklyn Lee. The only thing you can do is stand here and watch.

…………………… Rita's house. Dexter watched the parade on TV, but there was not the slightest sense of joy in his heart.

He was even a little jealous of Brooklyn. It's not too similar to the scene in his dreams.

"This is the path of the crucifixion of a saint, and it will be paved with thorns." Dexter thought silently in his mind.

His eyes quickly focused on the dark brown lady at the front of the line.

"Rita, there's something going on at the police station, I'll go first." …………………… e.. Y Inner Courtyard, Brooklyn Office.

Brooklyn finally got out of the window and grabbed the phone that had been ringing for an hour. The call was from John Manning.

"You don't show your face in public just yet."

"The Judicial Conduct Committee has formed an investigation team with other departments and will be able to arrive in New York tomorrow."

"Honestly cooperate with their investigation."

"I've been fired?" Brooklyn asked.

"Dismissal? No, of course not. John Manning's voice came from the earpiece, somewhat distorted

"These are nothing."

"The investigation will be over soon. You'll be back to normal in no time. But your proposal is gone. Don't pick up the eucalyptus related to people of color in the future. ”

"They're just a flock of sheep. Now it's a great call, then give them what they want, and soon they will forget everything about today. ”

"Mr. Manning." Brooklyn whispered as he tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table

"This time the matter is solved, what about next time?"

"What's next time?"

"What about the next time people are not satisfied with the judicial process?" Brooklyn asked

"Then please them." Manning said impatiently.

"There will always be a next time, the people dare to challenge the process this time, if they are allowed to succeed, will our judicial process be of any use?" Brooklyn continued to ask, unchanged.

"Give them a taste of the sweetness this time, and they'll remember it."

"This time it's a request for a change of jury, and next time maybe a change of judge...... One day, they will choose to sit on the bench and judge however they want. ”

"I don't mind sacrificing myself if sacrificing my future alone can solve the problem. But the truth is, once we compromise, we will be greeted by constant inching. The result is a system of justice that is torn apart. ”

"I have always maintained that judicial trials should not be coerced by public opinion." Brooklyn's voice was deep and magnetic, and it was not at all audible to resemble the voice of a man in endless trouble.

"Public opinion is emotional and irrational. Be impulsive. ”

"And judicial adjudication is rational and requires a strong degree of professionalism."

"The most important thing is that public opinion is changeable."

"It's like our presidential election. Today the public thought it sounded good, so they all voted for it. But tomorrow they'll feel that it's not good at all, and they'll turn around and vote for the other one without mercy. ”

"They're still spitting on it, thinking he's lied to them."

"Public opinion never repents, never sees its own mistakes, it is they who listen to and believe and blindly follow. They will never realize that this one today or the other one tomorrow was chosen by their own votes. ”

"And whether it's one today or the other tomorrow, if it doesn't meet their requirements, they will nail him to the pillar of shame."

"No, Mr. Manning, I was wrong. It should be that even if they met their requirements, they would find a reason to nail him to the pillar of shame. ”

"Mr. Manning, this is public opinion."

"Public opinion can be domesticated, but it cannot be obeyed, and once it is obeyed, it will expand infinitely, and finally swallow everything and destroy everything." John Manning was silent for a long time and asked in a deep voice

"What are you going to do?" Brooklyn tapped the edge of the table faster, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"This turmoil is actually very easy to solve."

"It's all being manipulated behind the scenes."

"Do you remember last year's scandal with child advocacy groups in New York? Or the news of the murder of two prosecutors? ”

"Just remember. The child rights protection organization holds a grudge against me because of this incident, and this turmoil is actually instigated by them behind the scenes, and they use it against me. ”

"I'm sorry for involving personal grievances in my work, if he had done something else, I would have solved it myself, but they did it the wrong way."

"Mr. Manning, they're challenging the entire justice system."

"This is a challenge to the sanctity and authority of justice!"

"As soon as the deal between the child advocacy group and the dark-brown-skinned lady downstairs is exposed, public opinion will feel cheated and will naturally turn their guns on the people they should be targeting."

"What you need to do is help me withstand the pressure from above. Especially with that joint investigation team, once someone else is involved, things will be further complicated. There was a long silence, John Manning said

"I'll think about it." Brooklyn nodded sincerely, as if he were sitting across from John Manning.

"Of course, it's an important decision, and I understand that you should think about it."

"We're on the same camp, aren't we, after all?"

"Well, goodbye, and look forward to your good news." Brooklyn said goodbye politely, and he even really stood up.

"Hopefully, we can build on this turmoil." Hanging up, Brooklyn sat down again, staring at the constant calling.

Ray came to him at some point.

"Are they all gone?" Brooklyn suddenly woke up with a cup of coffee in front of her eyes and asked.

"It's gone." Ray nodded, and sat across from him with his coffee. Before e.. Surrounded by a procession, Brooklyn arranged in time for the e. Personnel within Y were evacuated.

Now the whole e.. In addition to the security forces on duty, only members of the small group of Courtroom 9 remained.

"How's it going out there?" Brooklyn asked again.

"The number has already exceeded a thousand. Police are increasing their presence to maintain order, and Hoover Avenue remains closed. ”

"Your car was smashed." Brooke nodded, unconcerned.

"To David...... Never mind. He thought for a moment and said

"David is estimated to have been dismissed."

"Call Commissioner Reagan and ask him to send more police to protect the surrounding businesses and residents, preferably to fence the parade."

"Make trouble, don't let them affect others." Ray replied

"David hasn't been dismissed, he's downstairs and he's already set it up." Brooklyn nodded, falling silent.

Only the phone rings non-stop in the office.

"Do you really think so?" Ray suddenly broke the silence and asked.

"What?"

"Public opinion." Ray pointed to the phone.

"The essence of public opinion is simple and simple, and it is easily influenced."

"If you compare public opinion, these are the music that is affected by the noise at the moment."

"We can't hear anything at all unless we get rid of the noise."

"The so-called dish cooking is actually not dish cooking at all."

"If you pay close attention, you will find that every time there is a major event in which the dish is involved, there are at least two different forces planning and directing behind the scenes."

"Unless we let these masterminds completely disappear and let the dishes return to their purest state, we will not be able to hear the essential voice of public opinion at all."

"I need John Manning to help me withstand the pressure from above." Without waiting for Ray to ask, Brooklyn took the initiative to explain

"That way, we have the time to free up our hands and solve the current problems in one fell swoop."

"Can he agree?"

"He'll say yes. It's also good for him. Brooklyn gestured to the phone

"Look, isn't this coming?" As he spoke, he picked up the phone, with the same Dexter smile on his face, and was so disgusted that he took his coffee and moved it out.

"Mr. Manning?"

"You think so, too?"

"Of course, it won't disappoint your expectations."

"Yes, we are on the same camp."

"For the Federation." Hanging up, Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Thunder. Ray, Nelly, Bob, and Jerry all gathered around.

"Winston is rushing this way." Jerry raised his phone and said.

"Okay." Brooklyn nodded

"Nelly, you go and contact the media, and we'll have a simple press conference on the first floor."

"Bob, you go with Ray to set up the scene."

"By the way, thank you for me." Having kicked everyone out, Brooklyn sat alone in his chair for a moment, then got up, patted his cheek lightly, let out a long sigh of relief, and came to the cabinet.

Instead of choosing a formal attire, he put on a robe. In front of the mirror, he solemnly arranged his dress.

Finally, he stared at himself in the mirror, stared at him for a long time, and then turned away.