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

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They were all harmed by this thing.

Those children once might have had a bright future.

but now.

They no longer have a chance.

Therefore, he often increases the sentence when he encounters drug dealers.

The jurors in the jury room were originally drowsy.

But I heard that it involves so many drugs.

He immediately became energetic again.

The jurors are not graduates of regular law schools, they are all ordinary people, representing various identities. There are many purposes for coming here to serve as jurors, but most of them want to gain enough qualifications here so that they can make further progress in trade unions or political parties.

However, the trial process is very boring. After the novelty wears off, most jurors will fall into a state of numbness and usually will not object to the judge's decision.

Instead, I will listen to the entire process in a trance.

Then, cast your vote of approval.

And the cases that each juror experiences every day are random.

Therefore, there is no such thing as bribery.

Pix's cheek twitched.

These drugs were all bought by him and he was about to sell them.

That was a really unlucky day.

I actually encountered the police checking my car halfway.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I can get out of here.

I can earn back the lost money in two or three months at most.

Mark Murdoch stood up and said, "Your Honor, the prosecutor said that this batch of drugs was found in the trunk of my attorney's car.

But my lawyer knew nothing about the existence of this batch of drugs.

He is innocent, and someone is trying to frame him.”

"Then why did he run away?" The prosecutor's eyes swept over Mark Murdoch.

Although they have reached an agreement privately, they still have to fight openly, which is also part of the rules.

"Ms. Prosecutor, if you were driving home tired after a day's work and the police found twenty bags of drugs in your trunk during a car search, what would be your first reaction?"

“I will cooperate with the inspection!

If you have done nothing wrong, you don’t have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door.”

"That's because you are a prosecutor and you have judicial immunity. In fact, no police officer will check your vehicle after knowing your identity, unless he doesn't want to do it anymore!"

Mark Murdoch's words were offensive, but the prosecutor was also a seasoned veteran and was not angry at all. Instead, he said to the judge: "Your Honor, I protest."

"Mr. Murdoch, please be careful with your words. If you attack the sacred profession of prosecutor again, I will have the right to expel you."

Mark Murdoch smiled apologetically at the female prosecutor, then walked to the table swinging his cane, "I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Sorry Madam Prosecutor.

I lost my composure a little.

This is because my attorney, Mr. Pickles, is a dock worker, a dock worker who has been fighting forklifts, containers, the sun, and humid sea water all his life!

His salary is relatively meager.

It is barely enough to support the daily expenses of a family of three.

He is the pillar of the family and the head of the household.

He is a responsible man.

He didn't deserve this torture.

You shouldn't have to endure separation from your wife and children.

Before he stood here, there was no stain in his life.

No criminal record.

He is just an honest dock worker.

But because of the existence of certain criminals.

He is forced to stand here, he is about to lose his job, and...he has no way to reunite with his family, his wife and his daughter."

"Your Honor!" The female prosecutor interrupted Mark Murdoch and said, "I protest that the defense attorney is confusing the public and trying to lead your Honor and everyone in the courtroom to have a preconceived notion about Mr. Peakes."

"Dismiss!" The old judge looked at her and then at Pixar.

Pixar really looks like its life span has been drastically reduced due to years of exposure to wind and sun.

He nodded slightly, "Please continue, Lawyer Murdoch."

Murdoch bowed slightly, and then continued: "Your Honor, my defense attorney admits that he has never encountered these things before, so he has some stress reactions. He is willing to apologize for the mistakes he has made.

And we are willing to bear all legal responsibilities and civil compensation.

However, for an ordinary dock worker and a father of a daughter, it is normal to have such a stress reaction.

After all, he was just an ordinary foreman.

He is not a drug lord or a criminal.

This can be seen from his zero criminal record!

He was just unlucky enough to see gang members dealing drugs at the dock, so he was chosen as a scapegoat by the gang members.

He was an innocent longshoreman.”

"Protest!" The prosecutor spoke again, and this time, it was spoken in seconds.

"The protest is valid." The judge knocked the gavel and said, "Mr. Murdoch, please present your evidence.

This is not a theater or a stage play.

Although your words are inflammatory, this is a court of law.

This is a place to talk about evidence.”

"No problem, Your Honor.

However, after reviewing the evidence, I would like to ask the bailiff to bring the gentleman sitting here to the bench."

The old judge's eyes swept over Fisk.

It seems that they have indeed reached an agreement with each other.

"Is he here?" The old judge knew his advisor, and his eyes had clearly just swept over Fisk, but he still asked this question at this moment.

Fisk, who was sitting in the stands, wanted to applaud.

The truth they acted is much better than those Hollywood movie stars.

Especially a bald guy named Guo Da.

There is no way to compare with these people's acting skills.

Even if the horse's legs are broken or its butt is swollen, it is still not as good as this.

Erica also vaguely discovered something abnormal.

Why does it feel like the prisoner in this scene is not Mr. Pickles who is in the glass house, but someone else?

Erica noticed the old judge's gaze.

I remembered Murdoch's words.

Erica suddenly looked at Fisk beside her.

Fisk smiled at her, gave her a reassuring look, and continued to enjoy the drama performance. These idiots thought they had a sure win, but in fact, the director of this drama was Fisk, not them, and they were just actors.

Just a bunch of idiots taking over the show.

Mark Murdoch handed the paper bag in his hand to the bailiff who was approaching.

The latter gave the brown paper bag to the judge.

And the judge opened the paper bag in front of everyone.

Then, he showed the contents of the paper bag to everyone one by one.

Three photos.

Two tape reels.

A CD.

And a thick bill.

"Please explain, Lawyer Murdoch, what are these?"

The old judge was not in a hurry to see it after the display.

Instead, he placed these things on the table at hand.