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

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Fisk's face.

Fisk's expression changed rapidly.

First it was extremely gloomy.

But he soon put on a gentle smile.

Chapter 91 Did you win?

"Won!"

Mark Murdoch was silent for a moment.

It felt like a shot of force had been injected into my heart.

It looks like I'm sure to win today.

Fisk was not supposed to be sitting in the trial booth.

Even if he did break the law, he should not have been sent in, but arrested and interrogated, and then tried on another day. However, everything changed after Chief George came in. He took out an arrest warrant and put Fisk in the interrogation cell.

Many people's eyes were fixed on Fisk.

Afraid that he would do something dangerous.

But what no one expected was this.

Fisk was surprisingly cooperative.

He did not show any dissatisfaction.

Just always had a smile on his face.

But in their eyes, this smile was evidence of his guilty conscience.

Erica couldn't sit still any longer.

She began to feel a little anxious.

Fisk looked at Pixar next to him, the smile on his face still bright.

This gave Pixar, who originally thought he was about to be free, an inexplicable chill in his heart. He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Chief George walked up to the judge and handed over the documents in his hand.

The judge adjourned the court for five minutes.

Because the time is shorter, prisoners do not have to return to the holding cells.

Instead, he continued to stay in the trial cubicle.

At this time, people outside were able to come in.

Maybe the case here has attracted a lot of people's attention.

A large group of people came in from outside, lined up with their cameras and long guns.

After handing over the arrest warrant to the judge, Chief George walked into the audience.

He did not notice two figures, one large and one small, who followed the crowd in and occupied two inconspicuous positions in the corner.

Mrs. Stacy and Gwen looked at Fisk sitting in the judge's seat. Gwen had a puzzled expression on her face, and after a slight surprise, Mrs. Stacy immediately understood what Fisk had said to her.

At the same time, he tightly grasped the recorder in his hand.

"Mom, is that Mr. Fisk?"

Mrs. Stacy said nothing.

Gwen's frown deepened.

Fisk's eyes wandered through the crowd.

Lester gave him a slight nod.

The smile on Fisk's face became even brighter.

"Now, it's the second half of the game, idiots!"

Soon, the five-minute recess was over.

The old judge looked at the crowd of people below.

For some reason, he also began to get excited.

Perhaps it has been many years since we have seen so many spectators in a criminal court.

Especially when being pointed at by cameras.

The old judge even wondered if he could further challenge the position of city councilor within the political party after today.

He excitedly took a sip from the cup of tea at hand.

This is the coffee his assistant just brought him from outside.

This was originally bitter coffee used to refresh oneself, but in his mouth it tasted like honey tea, extremely sweet.

He picked up the hammer and hit it hard.

"Silence, silence!"

Soon, the chaotic court fell into silence.

The judge picked up the photo in his hand.

He began to look at it carefully.

The bailiff next to him pushed open the curtain.

The judge handed the photo in his hand to the bailiff.

The bailiff placed the photo into the projector with ease.

The photo content on the screen is very eye-catching.

It was a tall man who was executing a man kneeling on the ground with a pistol. Although the picture was blurry, it was still possible to tell that the man was none other than Fisk who was sitting next to him.

Followed by the second photo.

Fisk was whispering to a man dressed in Mexican clothing.

There is a big difference in height between the two.

Fisk had to lower his head to speak in the man's ear.

The third photo was a picture of Fisker walking past an old-fashioned car, which was also very blurry. The playback of three photos ended.

Look at these three photos.

Many people in the court fell silent.

Their moods also changed.

Erica didn't know why.

The more I look at Mark Murdoch, the more annoyed I feel.

The more I see his confident smile, the more I feel he is a hypocrite.

In her opinion, these three photos of Fisk.

Nothing at all.

Compared to the people she killed.

Mark Murdoch clearly knew that he had killed so many people, but he still wanted to cover up for me, keep me at home, and even wanted me to be his girlfriend - this is really too hypocritical.

Moreover, Mark Murdoch himself has killed quite a few people. He is not a policeman who only has justice in his heart. The number of people killed by the two of them alone is dozens.

Erica's disgust for this boyfriend reached its peak.

Erica felt as if she had seen her boyfriend's true face. Perhaps this was the so-called truth after removing the filter!

After the judge looked at the three photos, he began to ask Mark Murdoch, "Attorney Mark Murdoch, how did you get these three photos?"

"It came from an informant!"

"Who is this informant?"

"I have to ensure his safety, so your honor, I cannot say it here, but if necessary, I can let him come out to testify."

"Then how can you prove that these three photos are real?"

"I am willing to vouch for this with my character, and Chief George Stacy has also conducted a forensic examination of these three photos and confirmed the authenticity of these three photos."

George Stacy nodded immediately.

Expressed approval.

Mrs. Stacy's face darkened.

The hand that held Gwen squeezed tighter.

The old judge also nodded.

He took another sip of the coffee beside him.

Finally, he said to Fister: "Mr. Saint Fisk, do you have anything to say now? Of course you can remain silent. This is your right."

Fisk stood up gently, bowed slightly to the people around him with an extremely arrogant attitude, and then said: "Your Honor, I noticed that there are many things on your desk. How about I give my opinion after you have read them all?" Then he sat down again.

This made those who stood against Fisk sneer.

It seems that Fisk wants to see how much leverage others have over him.

Well, in that case, they will satisfy this guy.

The judge picked up the disc again.

Handed it to the bailiff.

But before handing it to the bailiff, he took the disc back.

Then he asked Mark Murdoch, "Lawyer Mark Murdoch, has this disc also been judicially certified?"

The whispers in the audience made the old judge's voice sound a little reluctant.