American TV series Detective's Daily Life

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Detective Max sighed deeply: "They say that if you read too much law, you will lose your humanity. I never thought that Carl, a young boy, would..."

"He has a high IQ."

Detective Mike Logan mocked: "Just because he is young, we cannot think that he has little education. Fortunately, when we met him before, he told us that he really did not expect this kind of thing to happen to them.

At that time, I mocked bullets for not recognizing high IQs. Now it seems that I was wrong!

These three bullets were clearly aimed at Tim Chang, who has a higher IQ. "

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

Detective Max still thought he could save him a little more, and looked at Chuck expectantly.

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

Being both white, he is of course emotionally inclined to the Carr family.

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

If the Carl family is really all evil, it would be too exciting for him to accept.

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

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

Even the judge who is supposed to be impartial!

If what Chuck said was true... well, whether it was from his trust in Chuck's ability or from his own years of experience as a police officer, he instinctively knew that what Chuck said was true.

Then even the fairest and most prestigious judge abnormally rejects a normal search warrant application, and may say he is safeguarding New York's freedom and the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution, but in fact he is racially discriminating in his heart...

Damn it!

This is New York, which is supposed to be the most equal and free city.

"Just go and take a look and you'll find out!"

Chuck didn't answer him directly.

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

Detective Mike Logan's face lit up.

"In this case, the instigator was Mrs. Boland, but the gunman who directly took action was Carl's brother, Randy, the eldest son of the Boland family."

Chuck nodded: "He said that the proof of his absence is that he plays basketball at 4 o'clock every day on the basketball court. There is his sign-in sheet in the dressing room, and his friends also prove it.

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

"So not only did he have no alibi, he also forged one!"

Detective Mike Logan clapped his hands: "In addition, I found out that he did call Tim Chang's home, which confirmed that he had made threatening calls. If the judge doesn't sign a search warrant, then we can ask the judicial supervising judge. The committee complained to 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 they supervise themselves.

Unless a judge has obviously made a major mistake or is not regarded as a human being, relying on this kind of supervision to monitor whether the judge's inner thoughts are racially motivated is simply overthinking.

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

And self-discipline itself is contrary to human nature.

So when you meet a good judge, or a judge who seems to be a good judge, it is pure kindness from the king. You can only accept it and cannot question it.

Judges have a famous saying: "We don't like people to question!"

Even Chuck, when facing a judge, can bring him down through tax inspections and other means.

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

They don’t like to be questioned, and they don’t like anyone to challenge or undermine the dignity of the judge.

Chuck, who is cheating, is temporarily unable to fight against the system, especially the judges who have judicial jurisdiction.

Unless he doesn't want to play anymore and just flips the table over.

Otherwise, as long as the game of rules is still played on the table, judges are basically a group that cannot be messed with.

Fortunately, they still have some respect, especially in the world of American TV series, where few judges are truly bad people.

That’s right!

Like the Internal Revenue Service, the IRS is recognized by all film and television industry workers. No one is criticizing the IRS or judges.

Um.

I definitely agree from the bottom of my heart that they have no black spots at all, and it’s definitely not that I don’t dare.

Facts have proven so.

Judge Flanstein, who had refused directly and explicitly before, signed the search warrant without saying a word this time, leaving people with nothing to say.

Boland's home.

"I'm going to call my dad."

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

"You really don't know that we invited him into the police station to assist in the investigation because of his knowledge?"

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."

Karl was shocked and immediately lowered his head.

"Don't treat others like fools!"

Detective Mike Logan mocked: "You are not the smartest one, otherwise your mother wouldn't have had to instigate your brother to shoot Tim Chang to remove the stumbling blocks for you."

"You are not allowed to slander my mother!"

Karl refuted: "My mother and the others are good people, they just want the best for me!"

"To give you the best by killing people?"

Detective Mike Logan sneered: "You really have a very high IQ. You have redefined what it means to be a good person!"

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

Karl shook his head.

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

Detective Mike Logan smiled half-heartedly: "Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of setting a trap for us. You just want 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 on the side, greeted him somewhat unbearably. Seeing that Karl didn't speak or cooperate, he directly reminded: "My child, I have to break open this drawer."

"ok, ok."

Seeing this, Karl could only go to get the key and open the drawer, but there was nothing inside.

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

Carl caught a glimpse of Chuck standing in front of the cupboard, looking at the china. When he saw Detective Max coming over, following Chuck's gaze, he opened the cupboard and started to look through the china. He suddenly shouted nervously.

"Your mother likes Chinese porcelain?"

Detective Max gently 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 expressionlessly.

Everyone understood it, but no one said it.

Americans also particularly like this land promised by God, but the indigenous people, the owners of this land, cannot afford it.

"Is there anything more ironic than this?"

Detective Max had already opened the lid and exposed the inside of the porcelain. He shook his head immediately.

Detective Mike Logan looked over and saw a gun lying on the Chinese porcelain. He sarcastically said: "It seems that the Boland family has a sense of humor."

Putting the gun that killed the Chinese genius Tim Chang in his mother’s favorite Chinese porcelain is not the sense of humor of the devil in hell.

"Have the fingerprints been wiped off?"

Chuck looked at Carl.

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

Carl doesn't look directly at Chuck.

"Looks like it was wiped off."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Why do you want to be friends with Tim so often?"

"Because we are good friends."

Karl couldn't help but said.

"lie!"

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

Carl was silent.

"I understand. Those who are usually discriminatory and hostile to Tim Chang did not choose to shoot Tim Chang themselves or their families. Instead, your family members who claimed to be friends fired three shots in the street."

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

Karl became more and more silent, unwilling to say another word.

"Take him back and check if there are any gunpowder residues on his hands!"

Chuck reminded.

"Child, come with us!"

Detective Max sighed and looked at Carl.

Although Karl looked quite smart and kept silent, his expression and eyes still revealed everything.

Even if he was not involved in murder, he was certainly involved in assisting murder.

At the very least, the fingerprints on the murder gun would be destroyed and evidence would be destroyed afterwards.

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

Detective Max took Carl and the clothes searched from Boland's home, which may have been the clothes the gunman Randy wore 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. After learning of the progress, they began to put pressure on the Boland family.

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

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone persuaded: "For Carl? But because of your impulsiveness, not only an innocent genius boy has died, but also another genius boy. You cherish Karl the most and want to give him the best, but also Do you know what it means to be suspected of deliberately destroying evidence and assisting in murder because I wiped your butt?"

"No!"

Mrs. Bolland exclaimed: "Karl didn't do anything! Don't slander him!"

"You know whether it is slandering him or not."

The African-American assistant prosecutor said from the side: "The police have taken him for testing. Once there is gunpowder residue on his hands from destroying fingerprints and wiping the murder gun, he will not be able to get rid of the involvement."

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

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone looked around the three of them: "But if you refuse to plead guilty, then your whole family will be prosecuted. I believe you don't need to explain it. Your previous lawyer should have told you very clearly that in this case, you have no Odds of winning!”

There is one thing he hasn't said yet, that is, your family has no money!

Litigation costs money, and litigation in the United States is even more of a money game.

As long as there is money, even if the evidence is conclusive, even if the entire crime process is directly captured on video, the devil's advocate may use complicated paperwork to delay the final verdict for years or even ten years.

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

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

But that's just sensually unfriendly.

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

But if it is life imprisonment and death penalty... life imprisonment is infinite. No matter how you find reasons to reduce the sentence, you will still have to sit in jail until death.

The death penalty was immediately suspended.

So under the premise that the result of being imprisoned cannot be changed, how can we operate in the later stage?

Therefore, although New York has the death penalty, it is not used at all. It always advocates the complete abolition of the death penalty. There is no life sentence at all. All sentences are cumulative.

It's that simple.

But the premise of this simple and practical money game, the willfulness of power, is that you have the willfulness and the abundant money to play the game of law.

Obviously, the Boland family simply does not have the financial resources.

"Mother!"

Randy subconsciously looked at his mother.

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

Mr. Bolland's face was ashen. He never imagined that the situation was so bad that even their family's best hope, Karl, would be involved by his stupid wife.

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 over!

If he had known this situation earlier, he would rather take his own gun and kill this stupid prodigal woman with one shot!

"Mr. Stone..."

Just when he was about to compromise and ask Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone not to prosecute his youngest son Carl and to recommend the lowest sentencing possible, the interrogation room door was pushed open.

An old white male elite lawyer with white hair and a suit came in and smiled at everyone: "Sorry, I'm late, Mr. Stone, I am the lawyer of the Boland family, please let me and my The parties involved should talk alone!”

"Mr. Will, when did you become the Boland family's lawyer?"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone frowned at the old white male lawyer who suddenly interrupted him when he was about to successfully pressure the Boland family to plead guilty, and recognized him.

This is also a famous criminal barrister in New York, but he has always served wealthy people and cannot be the lawyer of the Boland family.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask Mrs. Bolland?"

The old white male lawyer Will had a classic American fake smile on his face and looked at Mrs. Boland who was at a loss.

"Yes! He is our lawyer!"

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

"Mr. Stone, look?"

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

"All right."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone could only leave with his assistants, giving up the space to them.

"It seems like someone is going to step in to help the Boland 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 but cursed: "It complicates a simple case!"