Chapter 209: Assassination of Ambassador Beckron
Hobart asked, "Which lawyer did your colleague use to defend him?" β
"No lawyer." Emma said: "The person who sued Wendell used to be a paralegal, and he ...... because the law firm suddenly went bankrupt."
Speaking of which, Emma made a "you should understand" emoji.
Hobert nodded: "What is the defense plan?" β
"Although I went to grammar school for a few years, I was very new to the law and didn't know how to defend myself." Emma said: "I only know that she lost the lawsuit on the grounds that prostitution is illegal and not protected by the law." β
She smiled: "The judge's exact words seem to be that Wendell's behavior can only be punished morally, but it is difficult to be punished legally.
"Hehe, when the judges came to our neighborhood to consume, I didn't see them say that it was an illegal business."
Hobert pondered for a moment: "There is something wrong with the direction of this defense!" β
He said: "I will take this case, and I will submit the materials to the court in a while, and I believe that Wendell will receive the summons the day after tomorrow at the latest." β
Emma was stunned for a moment, then smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you for taking on this case, I didn't have much hope in the first place." β
After sending Emma away, Jessica reminded Hobert: "According to the relevant bills, well, prostitution, prostitution funds are indeed illegal income, and it will be difficult to sue the other party for picking quarrels or provoking troubles or debt problems, and it seems inappropriate to sue them for stealing or robbing other people's property." β
"I've said more than once that if one direction of defense is hard to achieve our goal, try to go in a different direction," Hobert laughs. β
He said: "Especially for you, you have to be good at finding loopholes in the other party, as well as loopholes in laws and regulations.
"Well, you are also involved in this case, learn more and watch more."
Jessica nodded happily, "Okay." β
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On Friday, in the evening, the staff of the Intis embassy in Beckland's West End were busy in and out.
Tonight was the most crucial time to snatch the manuscript of the great scientist Tulaney von Hermosiuin, and the ambassador of the Republic of Antis, Beckron, in order to show his openness, held a ball while instructing his assistant Rosago to mobilize all his forces to participate in the operation.
It shows that he is busy with other things, and has nothing to do with the act of snatching the manuscript.
Beckron walked around the ballroom, and seeing that nothing had been missed, he took his personal valet to the backyard before the guests arrived.
When he first arrived in the backyard, Beckron always felt that something was wrong, and he looked around carefully, and the first thing he saw was a respectful manservant, then a military attache standing guard in the backyard, and a few servants carrying wine from the warehouse to the front.
Beck Lang shook his head, there were more than a dozen military attachΓ©s of the Republic of Intis in the embassy, and they were all extraordinary.
For Bakerron, it's safe.
Continuing to walk forward, in front of a small independent bungalow, Beckron stood in front of the door, frowning: "Go to the front and open the door!" Idiot! β
The valet trembled visibly with fright, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.
When I came to the small bungalow, the feeling that something was wrong reappeared.
Beckron frowned, and then he smiled, if there is really someone here to disadvantage him, it is really looking for death.
There was only a table and a cabinet in the small bungalow, on which Beckron lit three candles and painted an abstract symbol of a throne in the middle.
Then he took out the extraordinary materials from the small cabinet and burned them on the candles, emitting wisps of illusory white smoke and a strange fragrance.
Just as Beckron was about to bow his head in prayer, suddenly an unfamiliar cold voice in the room said, "I guessed right. β
Beckron was immediately alert, and at this moment two feet, and then legs, appeared not far from the table, and all the way up, a man with a pale face and a cold expression appeared.
This man, of course, was Dofis who had come to assassinate Beckron.
Beckron took a step back and deliberately asked out loud, "How did you get in?" β
"It's useless." Dophes pointed up, "No one can hear the sound in this room, not even the one you are asking for." β
I don't know when, the spirit that looks like a balloon has floated on the heads of the two people.
Baker suddenly had the illusion that he was completely seen through: "Impossible! β
He almost shouted, "The Great Lord of War; Guardian of Intis; Weather and fog dominate; A symbol of chaos and will! β
Sure enough, there was no reaction at all.
Dophys smiled, "This is the honorific name of the former king of Intis, right?" I knew that an angel would not be so easily killed by Russell. β
He pointed to the balloon above his head and said, "This natural spirit is very special, he can cut off the connection between the spirit world within a certain range, not only the sound cannot be transmitted outside, but also cut off all the channels through which your prayer can be transmitted to the object of the prayer. β
Baker Lang did not hesitate, and immediately retreated to escape through the door, but just as he made a move, a dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of the valet behind him, and stabbed forward against Baker's backward body.
Before this, Beckron had no defense against his personal valet at all, and he was easily defeated.
Burst~
The dagger stabbed Beckron in the back.
At this moment, Baker Lang reacted and kicked the manservant out of the air, leaving him with only a slight injury.
And his manservant suddenly rolled over in mid-air, and actually avoided the window and hit the wall directly.
Boom~
The whole little bungalow trembled, and the manservant burst his brain.
But the manservant didn't seem to notice that his head was broken, and he still got up unhurriedly, and with a dagger in his hand, he made an attacking gesture towards his master.
Beckron did not continue to flee, as a hunter, he knew that when a fierce beast was eyeing him, he would only expose his most vulnerable side to the beast.
After he was attacked by his own valet and tried to kick him out of the window but failed, he knew that if he continued to escape, he would only die faster. At this time, you have to keep an eye on the beast and look for an opportunity to escape.
"Didn't you notice? Your manservant has been dead for more than half an hour. Dophis, who usually doesn't talk much, suddenly became a little chattering:
"I've been observing you through the nature spirits of the embassy for the past few days, and I've asked them about your life.
"One of the interesting things I noticed is that you often show up in this little room during this time of the afternoon and don't let anyone bother you.
"It's a pity that there isn't a single natural spirit in this small room, and I don't have a way to know the answer directly.
"What are you doing here?
"I thought about it for a few hours before it occurred to me that Beckland is so far from the Republic of Intis, how do you contact each other if there is urgent and confidential news that needs to be delivered? Comparatively speaking, the secrecy of the telegram was too poor.
"The answer is almost imminent, you pray to the angels of the Republic of Intis to report back to the situation here. Or pronounce the angel's honorific name and let him show you. β
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