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

The old judge snorted softly, then banged the gavel hard.

The entire court fell silent again.

"Lawyer Mark Murdoch, has this CD also been judicially authenticated?" He repeated his question and received a positive answer.

Only then did he put the CD into the hands of the bailiff.

Do the same thing.

The contents of the CD were slowly released.

First there was a large black shadow, followed by blurry image quality.

Finally, Fisk's voice came out.

There is a Coca-Cola logo printed in the corner of the picture, and it feels like the photo was taken secretly in some corner.

This was followed by a Mexican voice, which made people think of the Mexican who was whispering with Fisk in the second photo.

"Mr. Jas, I think you have to give me an explanation for our batch of goods, right?"

"You still have the nerve to say it?

You didn't say New York was your place.

Why, there would be police in a place like that.”

“This has nothing to do with me.

Cash on delivery. Now that the goods have not arrived in my hands, I naturally cannot give you the money."

"What did you say?

No one can avoid paying the Salamanca family... Don't forget, in order to help your police friends, we have already taken out a batch of goods, we have already taken out a batch of goods to help you frame that unlucky guy, now you must pay the money for the goods, otherwise you will become the enemy of the Salamanca family... Ah!"

A blurry figure flickered in the camera.

The sound of fighting was heard.

Fisk's huge figure appeared completely in the camera.

He punched the motionless man on the ground repeatedly.

Although the image quality was blurry, everyone in the court could see it clearly. The man's head was deeply sunken, like a rotten watermelon, and with every punch Fisk threw, brain matter and blood flowed out of the broken head.

Many people turned pale.

Some people couldn't even hold it in and vomited.

Fisk's face turned ugly.

Soon, the picture ended.

However, there were other figures flashing in the final scene.

It looked like there were faint sounds of gunfire.

Mark Murdoch looked at Fisk.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old judge also looked at Fisk. He was already wondering which prison this guy should be sent to serve his sentence.

No, it should be the death penalty.

This time it was the prosecutor who spoke first. She cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Judge, Attorney Mark Murdoch, I want to correct that our court today is not to try Mr. Fisk.

It was to judge Mr. Pickles who was standing beside him.”

The reason why the prosecutor said this now is because if the current plot continues to develop, the conditions they had previously agreed upon may change.

This Mr. Pickles might be released in court.

This is unacceptable.

“Madam Prosecutor, what we are doing here is trying Mr. Peakes.

Of course, all the evidence we have now proves that Mr. Pickles did not sell drugs and he was framed, but he is indeed responsible, it is undeniable!"

The prosecutor suddenly heard the sound of a camera behind her.

She wanted to say something, but finally kept her mouth shut.

The old judge gave him a calming look.

Picked up two audio tapes.

And asked Mark Murdoch again.

After getting a positive answer.

They were played one after another.

The content of this first tape coincides with that of the CD.

However, there is no picture, it is just a simple recording, and it recorded more gunshots and Fisk's cursing. However, at the end of the recording, there is a very abrupt "click" sound like something colliding together. It seems that something fell to the ground and was recorded.

The second recording is a conversation between Chief Stacy and Fisk.

"Mr. Fisk, don't think that New York law has no power over you."

“Shouldn’t it be the law of the land in the United States?

Chief George, has New York become independent from the United States?

“No one wants to joke with you, and no one wants to listen to your humorous words… Don’t think that just because you have cleared your identity, you can change the fact that you are a robber, murderer, drug dealer and gang leader.

Sooner or later I will send you to jail.

Just like every other prisoner I send in, I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"Heh! Chief George, don't think I don't know that you are recording right now, but according to US law, recordings cannot be used as evidence. So I might as well tell you that everything you said is right, but so what? What can you do to me?"

There was an uproar inside and outside the court.

Many people looked at Fisk with deep disgust.

Everyone hates bullying, especially when they are the weaker party.

Everybody hates gangsters.

Everyone hates drug dealers, but in fact many people take drugs every day.

The jurors all showed the same expression.

It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, Fisk is doomed today.

This expression is as black as the bottom of a pot.

Mark Murdoch walked up to the judge, groped for the counter with his cane, and took the ledger in his hand. He spoke passionately, like the man standing in the beer hall, holding up the ledger in his hand to everyone.

"This account book contains relevant records and evidence of Mr. Fisk's black money transactions, including every illegal drug transaction he conducted, every bribery record he made, a list of corrupt police officers, and the names of corrupt congressmen."

His words were powerful.

Every word is like a nail.

Mark Murdoch then looked at Fisk, "Mr. Fisk, what I want to tell you is that this situation only applies to secretly recording and stealing. Recordings generally cannot be used as evidence, but if you deliberately say something while knowing that it is recorded, then the recording will be legal. I hope this little legal knowledge will make you more cautious when you speak in the future, Mr. Fisk!"

He walked to the front of the judge's seat.

Looking at Fisk through the thin glass.

Fisk's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, suddenly returned to normal, and a bright smile appeared on his face. He said slowly, "Thank you, Attorney Mark Murdoch. You said so much and produced so much evidence, but I am not going to admit any of it.

Chief George and I have a personal grudge. I once embarrassed him in front of many people, so his words cannot be used as testimony.

In addition, you said that these evidences have undergone judicial testing, so where are the testing documents?

You said they were provided to you by your current boyfriend, but where is your current boyfriend?

You brought out a bunch of evidence, talked a lot of things, and spoke passionately like Hitler, dominating the entire court with the loudest voice. Do you have any witnesses?"

Mark Murdoch also had a smile on his face.

of course!

As he spoke, the door was pushed open.

A fat man with sweat all over his forehead walked in from outside. This man was none other than others.

It's Attorney Medellin!

He was a little afraid to look at Fisk.

All the way to the witness stand.

He didn't even dare to look at Fister.

But he should have, because Fisk still had a smile on his face.

Mark Murdoch walked up to Medlen.

"Mr. Medlen, I believe you have seen everything that just happened in the courtroom through the monitor outside. Now, can you introduce yourself to everyone?"

"My name is Madeline Carlin, and I'm this Mr. Fisk's-personal attorney."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression changed again.

Private lawyers are not ordinary public lawyers or public interest lawyers who serve a large number of clients.

A private lawyer represents one thing, that is, he only serves one employer and only represents the interests of one employer.

At the same time, they also know more about the employer's privacy, and private lawyers generally will not betray their employers even if they face death threats, because honesty and trustworthiness are their only options. Once they lose their integrity, they will never be able to stay in the judicial circle again.

Medellen actually didn't want to betray Fisk, but there was no way. Mark Murdoch produced a lot of evidence, including evidence of his murder, which was enough to make him die in prison.

But he had so many children to raise and his wife was an uneasy woman, so after careful consideration, he decided to betray Fisk. After all, the evidence that Mark Murdoch produced was enough to sentence Fisk to death from any angle.

"You provided me with this evidence, didn't you?"

"Yes." Medlen finally plucked up the courage to look at Fisk, but when he saw the smile on Fisk's face, he was suddenly startled.

He has never figured out one thing.

That's why Fisk gave these things to him for safekeeping.

Now, when he saw this smile.