Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk, however, glanced at the strange woman sitting next to him.

He knew that this person was Erica.

But he acted as if he didn't know Erica and kept his eyes straight ahead.

The judge has come in.

The jury box was also full.

at the same time.

Mr. Mark Murdoch also came in.

He was leaning on a cane and wearing sunglasses.

But when he walked in, he raised his head, and his cloudy eyes under the sunglasses, as if he was not blind, aimed precisely in the direction of Fisk, and his lips moved slightly.

It seems to be saying - you are bound to lose today!

Chapter 90 Please explain, Mr. Fisk!

"No...he's not the only one coming!"

Zhao Xuexi did not get a reply from Fisk at first.

Look up at him.

But they looked into a pair of black eyes.

There is no emotion in it, and no white in the eyes.

Only pure black remained.

Zhao Xuexi seemed to see into the depths of the universe.

Like a black hole that swallows everything.

The shudder coming from the depths of her soul gradually enveloped Zhao Xuexi's entire body, making her hair stand on end and her body tremble uncontrollably.

Not only him, almost all the soul light balls seen by Fisk couldn't help but tremble.

It’s just that Zhao Xuexi felt it the most deeply.

Her body continued to tremble.

She wanted to run away.

However, Zhao Xuexi couldn't muster the slightest strength to escape.

She seemed to be facing not just one person.

It is not a black hole in the universe, but a god.

It is an irresistible existence.

Fisk looked around quickly.

The light of the soul is white for most people.

Only those souls that are not ordinary people will have other colors.

The stronger a person is, the larger the light ball of his soul will be.

As expected, the souls of most people here are white.

But looking around, there was no one else except the two women beside him and Mark Murdoch.

There were more than a dozen souls of different colors inside and outside this courtroom, including three or four old guys who came here to listen to the trial, the two bailiffs standing at the door, and three or four light balls that were constantly moving outside the door.

No face can be seen.

As Fisk's eyes swept over.

These people couldn't help but pause.

However, none of them looked back.

Instead, he was still looking in the direction he had just been looking in.

It seems that someone has set up a tight net for me.

I'm afraid I can only wait until the court finds me guilty.

This dragnet will be launched.

"Hey, you're well prepared!"

Fisk withdrew his gaze and found that Zhao Xuexi, who was sitting next to him, suddenly became like a quail, curled up and looking at him with fear.

Fisk gently stroked her gentle cheek with his hand, and his tone was very gentle, just like the uncle next door: “Luna, I don’t have any ill will towards your sister.

Don't think too much about it. I was impressed by her talent, that's all.

Of course, if she wants to sleep with me, I won’t refuse!”

Zhao Xuexi's face, which had turned pale, suddenly turned red.

"Really?"

"Of course..." Fisk's palm slid across Zhao Xuexi's cheek again. The warm fingertips touched the slightly cold cheek, leaving a faint red mark.

"Luna, I have to attend this trial here, which may take a long time. I think you must have something to do, so why don't you leave here first!"

"Okay, Mr. Fisk..." Zhao Xuexi hesitated for a moment, took out a ticket from her bag, and personally put it in Fisk's hand, "This is my concert ticket, which allows you to go directly to the VIP area and enter the backstage... Mr. Fisk, I sincerely invite you to come and watch my concert."

Fisk felt the cold little hand.

He grinned and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely go. Thank you, Luna."

Zhao Xuexi stood up and left the court through the back door.

It felt like running away.

Fisk fumbled with the brown paper bag in his hand.

Quietly waiting for this long-awaited trial to begin.

Probably after a few minutes.

The judge rapped the board on the table.

Accompanied by the sound of a wooden hammer hitting.

The already very quiet courtroom became even quieter.

In the glass room next door, Mr. Pickles was pulled out through a small door.

He looked energetic, and there seemed to be a light flashing in his eyes.

He doesn't look like a prisoner at all.

Instead, he looks like a general who is about to win.

“Dear members of the court and parties present at today’s hearing.

I feel deeply honored to serve as Chairman of the Court today.

And have the opportunity to participate in the trial of this important case.

We are here to ensure fairness and justice is done, and I will do everything I can to ensure everyone gets fair treatment and a chance to be heard.

In today's trial, we will focus on the current case and ensure that every court member and party is fully respected and has their rights respected.

Whether you are an attorney, witness, or party appearing in court, I will ensure that your words and testimony are carefully heard and examined.

During the trial, please abide by the court's rules and procedures..."

The judge looked like an old man who was about sixty years old. He was not very tall and had a head full of white hair.

His soul is white.

He did not look at the manuscript in his hand, but relied on his own experience to preside over today's case. Fisk took out the resume of this judge.

This judge worked in the criminal court for thirty-five years and tried approximately ten thousand cases of various kinds. At his peak, he rendered verdicts on forty criminal cases in one day.

He is a criminal judge of great reputation.

He has great prestige and is also a city council member of New York City.

Logically speaking, a small case like this is not something that a judge of his level would be given the chance to hear.

But…this judge has a great relationship with Mark Murdoch.

Fisk curled his lips slightly.

After the old judge finished speaking.

Without much politeness, he asked Pixar directly: "Mr. Pixar, you are charged with attempted second-degree murder, as well as vehicle robbery, assaulting a police officer, illegal possession of a firearm in a downtown area, and resisting arrest... Do you have anything to say about this?"

"I'm innocent." Pixar said impatiently.

The old judge shrugged his shoulders, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "I'm sorry, I have been in this position for nearly forty years.

I have tried all kinds of cases and encountered all kinds of crimes.

Without exception, they all said they were innocent in their first sentence, but if they were really innocent, why would they stand opposite me... So, if you want me and the jurors to believe that you are innocent, please produce some evidence. "

The old judge turned his attention to the prosecutor.

There were three prosecutors, but the chief prosecutor was a black woman. She stood up, took out the documents in her hand, nodded to the judge as a greeting, and then said directly: "This is the drug sample we found in the trunk of Mr. Chuck Pickles' car.

A packet of drugs like this weighs about 760 grams and has a purity of 64 percent, so it cannot be directly inhaled.

A package like this costs about 50,000 US dollars.

We found a total of twenty packages of drugs like this in Mr. Pickles' trunk.

Even in New York, this is a lot of money!"

The old judge nodded, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Twenty packets of drugs like this are enough to make thousands of young people addicted.

In recent years, more and more young people have gone to court.

No need to doubt or explain too much.