The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 451 It's not that simple!Someone took the initiative to join the battle!

"Ugh."

Detective Max sighed deeply: "It is said that if you read too much law, you will be inhumane. I didn't expect that Carl, a young man, would also..."

"He has a high IQ."

Detective Mike Logan sneered: "You can't think that he doesn't read much because he is young. Fortunately, when we met him before, he told us that he really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to them.

At that time, I ridiculed Bullet for not knowing whether IQ was high or not, but now it seems that I was wrong!
These three bullets clearly identified Tim Chang, who has a higher IQ. "

"Maybe he's trying to do the right thing?"

Detective Max still felt that he could rescue him again, and looked at Chuck expectantly.

As a traditional old white man who believes in Catholicism, he is relatively kind and well-behaved.

As a white man, of course he is more emotionally inclined to the Carl family.

After all, seeing the Karl family is like seeing his own family, as well as countless neighbors and friends who have the same beliefs and the same family composition.

If all members of the Karl family were really villains, it would be too exciting for him to accept.

Unlike Mrs. Bolande who killed someone and said she was right, he knew that this kind of thing was definitely a felony crime involving racial discrimination.

And in just over a day, the reactions of many people are worthy of shame.

Even the supposedly impartial judge!
If what Chuck said was true... well, whether it was from his trust in Chuck's ability or from his own years of police experience, he instinctively knew what Chuck said was true.

So even the fairest and most prestigious judges abnormally reject normal applications for search warrants, and may talk about maintaining New York’s freedom and democracy to uphold the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution, but in fact they are racially discriminatory...

Heck!
This is New York, which should be the most equal and free city.

"Go and see it and you'll know!"

Chuck didn't answer him directly.

"Have you thought of a way to legally apply for a search warrant?"

Detective Mike Logan beamed.

"In this case, the instigator was Mrs. Balland, but the gunman who directly started the attack was Carl's brother, Randy, the eldest son of the Balland family."

Chuck nodded: "He said his absence proved to be playing basketball on the basketball court at 4 o'clock every day, and there was his sign-in sheet in the locker room, and his friends proved it.

But that was the perjury he asked his friend to do. The signing time on the sign-in form was also signed by his friend, and his friend had already admitted it. "

"So not only did he not have an alibi, but he forged an alibi!"

Detective Mike Logan clapped his hands: "In addition, I found out that he did call Tim Chang's family and confirmed that he had a threatening phone call. If the judge doesn't sign the search warrant, then he can find the judicial supervisor who supervises the judge." The committee filed a complaint against the investigating judge."

"Don't count on the Judiciary Committee!"

Chuck shook his head.

Although the Judicial Committee claims to supervise judges, its members are also judges, and their own people supervise themselves.

Unless the judge has made an obvious major mistake, or is not regarded as a human being by himself, it is purely overthinking to rely on this kind of supervision to monitor whether the judge's inner thoughts are racially discriminatory.

The supervision of judges, who themselves have great discretion, relies more on self-discipline.

And self-discipline itself is against human nature.

So when you meet a good judge, or a judge who looks good, it is pure thunder and rain, all of which are your favor, and you can only accept it and not question it.

Judges have a famous saying: "We don't like to be questioned!"

Even Chuck, facing the last judge, can use various methods such as tax inspections to pull the other party down.

But if you offend one person, you offend a group of people.

They don't like to be questioned, and they don't like someone to challenge and damage the majesty of the judge.

Chuck, who has opened up, is also temporarily unable to fight against this system, especially the judges who have judicial jurisdiction.

Unless he doesn't want to play anymore, just flip the table.

Otherwise, as long as the game of rules is still played on the table, the group of judges is basically an existence that cannot be provoked.

Fortunately, they still have some face, especially in the world of American dramas, few judges are really bad guys.

That's right!

Like the IRS of the Internal Revenue Service, it has been recognized by all film and television practitioners. It is black and white to black God, but no one blacks the IRS and judges.

Ok.

They definitely agree with it from the bottom of their hearts and feel that they have no black spots at all, it's definitely not that they dare not.

Facts have proved so.

Judge Franstein, who had directly and clearly rejected it before, signed the search warrant without saying a word this time, leaving people speechless on the surface.

Bo Lande's home.

"I'm going to call my dad."

When the police team came to search, Carl, the only one in the family who had not been invited into the police station, looked very nervous as everyone searched the house.

"You really don't know that we invited him into the police station to assist in the investigation because he knew about it?"

Detective Mike Logan stared at Carl sharply: "Didn't you call us and ask us to search?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Carl was shocked and immediately bowed his head.

"Don't take others for fools!"

Detective Mike Logan mocked: "You're not the smartest one, otherwise your mother wouldn't have to instigate your brother to shoot and kill Tim to clear your stumbling block."

"You are not allowed to slander my mother!"

Carl retorted: "My mom and they are good people, they just want the best for me!"

"Giving the best for you by killing?"

Detective Mike Logan sneered and said: "You really have a high IQ, and you redefine what a good person is!"

"I don't have to tell you this!"

Carl shook his head.

"Yes, no one knows the law better than you!"

Detective Mike Logan had a half-smile: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of setting a trap for us. You just wanted to play such a clever trick in front of us. You are too immature."

"Son, do you have the key to this drawer?"

Detective Max, who was searching by the side, greeted somewhat reluctantly. Seeing that Carl did not speak or cooperate, he directly reminded: "My child, I can only break open this drawer."

"ok, ok."

Seeing this, Karl had no choice but to get the key and opened the drawer, but there was nothing in it.

"Be careful, it's my mother's fine Chinese porcelain!"

Karl caught a glimpse of Chuck standing in front of the cupboard, looking at the porcelain, saw Detective Max coming over, followed Chuck's gaze, opened the cupboard, and began to look through the porcelain, suddenly shouted nervously.

"Your mother likes Chinese porcelain?"

Detective Max relaxed his hands and feet, took out the Chinese porcelain, looked at the exquisite porcelain, and sighed: "But why do you hate the Chinese who make such exquisite porcelain so much?"

"It's not a conflict."

Chuck said blankly.

Everyone agrees, but no one speaks out.

Americans also particularly like this land promised by God, but the natives who love this land cannot afford it.

"Is there anything more ironic than that?"

Detective Max had already lifted the lid at this moment, revealing the inside of the porcelain, and shook his head.

Detective Mike Logan took a look and saw a gun lying in the Chinese porcelain, and said sarcastically: "It seems that the Balland family has a sense of humor."

Putting the gun that killed Tim Chang, a Chinese-American genius boy, in my mother's favorite Chinese porcelain, isn't it the devil's sense of humor from hell?

"Have the fingerprints been wiped off?"

Chuck looks at Carl.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Carl doesn't look directly at Chuck.

"It appears to have been erased."

Chuck said blankly, "Why do you want to be friends with Tim so often?"

"Because we were good friends."

Carl couldn't help but say.

"lie!"

Chuck said bluntly: "If you were really a good friend, would you watch your mother make ten insulting calls and one threatening call to your good friend's house?"

Carl was silent.

"I understand. Those who usually discriminate against Tim Chang, neither themselves nor their family members chose to shoot Tim Chang. Instead, you, a family member who claims to be a friend, fired three shots in the street."

Chuck said calmly: "Keep close to your friends, and closer to your enemies."

Carl became more and more silent, unwilling to say a word.

"Take him back and check his hands for gunpowder residue!"

Chuck reminded.

"Son, come with us!"

Detective Max looked at Carl with a sigh.

Although Karl looked very smart, he gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his expression and eyes still revealed everything.

Even if there was no involvement in the murder, there must have been an assisting murder involved.

At the very least, it would destroy the fingerprints on the gun afterwards and destroy the evidence.

If it is detected that gunpowder residue remains from the fingerprints on Carl's hand wiping the gun, then Carl is in big trouble.

Detective Max took Carl and the clothes searched from Boland's house, which may have been worn by the gunman Randy on the day of the murder, to the laboratory for testing.

In the police station, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone and the African-American Assistant Prosecutor also rushed over, and after learning about the progress, they began to put pressure on the Bowland family.

"Mr. Balland, Mrs. Balland, and Randy, what are you doing all this for?"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone persuaded: "For Carl? But because of your impulsiveness, now not only is an innocent boy genius dead, but another boy genius, you cherish and want to give him the best Carl, and you Do you know what it means to be suspected of intentionally destroying evidence and assisting in murder because you wiped your ass?"

"No!"

Mrs. Bowland exclaimed: "Karl has done nothing! You must not slander him!"

"Is it slandering him, you know."

The African-American assistant prosecutor said next to him: "The police have taken him for a test. Once he has gunpowder residue contaminated by destroying fingerprints and wiping the murder gun, he will not be able to get rid of the responsibility."

"If you plead guilty now, we can consider that he was acting impulsively out of filial piety, and give him a lighter punishment."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone looked around the three of them: "But if you refuse to plead guilty, then your family will all be prosecuted. I believe I don't need to explain. Your previous lawyer should have told you very clearly that you have not committed any crimes in this case. Odds!"

There is still one thing he didn't say, that is, your family has no money!
Litigation costs money, and litigation in the United States is a game of money.

As long as you have money, even if the evidence is solid, it is the kind of video that directly captures the complete criminal process, and the devil's advocates may delay it for years or even ten years with complicated copywriting work before the final sentence is pronounced.

In this process, as long as they have money, they can be released on bail pending trial and live a normal life.

There is no life sentence in the United States, only the accumulation of various sentences, often hundreds or thousands of years, which seems very unfriendly to criminals.

But that's just sensory unfriendliness.

The fact is that hundreds of thousands of years can be reduced again and again, and it may come out in a few years in the end.

But if it is life imprisonment and death penalty... life imprisonment is infinite, no matter how you find a reason to reduce the sentence, you will still be in prison until you die.

The death penalty was hanged directly.

Then, under the premise that the result of being in prison cannot be changed, how to operate in the later stage?

So although New York has the death penalty, it doesn't use it at all. It is always advocating the complete abolition of the death penalty, and there is no life sentence, and it is all cumulative sentences.

It's that simple.

But this simple and practical money game, the willfulness of rights, presupposes that you have the willful rights and sufficient money to be able to play the game of law.

Obviously, the Balland family simply did not have the financial resources.

"mom!"

Randy subconsciously looked at his mother.

The withdrawal of lawyers and the pressure of prosecutors made him feel unbearably suffocated.

Mr. Boland's face was ashen. He never expected that the situation would be so bad that even Karl, the family's greatest hope, would be involved by his stupid wife.

Well now, the eldest son is directly the shooter, and the younger son who did all this may also be prosecuted for destroying evidence and assisting in murder.

This originally good home is finished!
If he had known this situation earlier, he would rather take his own gun and shoot this stupid prodigal girl first!

"Mr. Stone..."

Just when he was about to compromise and asked Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone not to prosecute his younger son Carl, and tried to recommend the minimum sentencing, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

An old white male elite lawyer with white hair and a suit and leather shoes walked in and smiled at everyone: "Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Stone, I am a lawyer from the Balland family, please let me and my Let's talk about it alone!"

"Mr. Will, when did you become a lawyer for the Bowland family?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone frowned at the old white male lawyer who interrupted him just as he was about to successfully pressure the Bowlands to plead guilty, and recognized him.

This is also a well-known criminal barrister in New York, but he has always served the rich, so he cannot be the lawyer of the Balland family.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Mrs. Ballard?"

With a classic American smirk on his face, the old white male lawyer Will looked at the bewildered Mrs. Balland.

"Yes! He is our lawyer!"

Mrs. Borland looked at the high-end custom-made suit worn by lawyer Will, realized it, and immediately said excitedly: "We need to discuss it with the lawyer!"

"Mr. Stone, do you see?"

Will, the old white male attorney, looked at Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone with a smile.

"Ok."

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone had to leave with his assistants, giving them space.

"It seems that someone is going to step in to help the Balland family."

After coming out, the African-American assistant prosecutor reminded: "This is not good."

"Damn racism!"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone guessed it, and couldn't help cursing: "Complicating a simple case!"

(End of this chapter)