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"Lawyer Snake, what's the matter?"

This man with an obscene smile is General Fox's lawyer.

"It's good to speak Chinese. My surname is Zhang, and I'm still in the same family as you." Attorney Zhang said in Chinese.

"I just wanted to ask in court, are you Chinese American?"

"No, a native Chinese. I came from Shanghai to open a law firm a few years ago. Just now I saw you coming, and I wanted to say hello to you. It's not easy to meet fellow villagers abroad." Lawyer Zhang said, hurry up Shaking the bottom, then stretched out his right hand.

"Are you sure you want to shake hands now?"

Lawyer Zhang came to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and wiped his hands with his trousers.

Walking out of the bathroom, Lawyer Zhang followed behind.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I just said a lot in court... a lot of bad things, but please believe me, I support you, you are a real hero, but this is my job. I hope that after the final penalty, you do not blame me."

After hearing what lawyer Zhang said, Zhang Ming turned his head slightly.

"You seem to feel that the odds are in your hands."

"In the end, you saw the reaction of the jury members when they left the court. How can I lose? But don't worry, I will definitely become famous and increase my influence because of this lawsuit. At that time, I will find a way to appeal again for you Sentence reduced."

This lawyer Zhang spoke sincerely, and it was obvious that he was speaking the truth.For such a real person, Zhang Ming gave up the idea of ​​continuing to hate him, said "I'll leave it to you at that time", and returned to his lounge.

Angela was making coffee, and there was an hour before the results were announced, and they needed a lot of energy.

"You look in a good mood."

"I met the opposing lawyer just now." Zhang Ming took the coffee handed by Angela and said with a smile.

"There's nothing to be happy about."

"I don't know, but seeing his face, I always feel that we may not lose."

The conference room where the members of the jury sit.

"Then, the discussion is over, and the voting session will begin immediately."

The decision to be made by the jury is very simple, that is, to determine whether the facts of the crime are established, and to make a choice of "yes" or "no".The judges, based on the facts of the crime they judged, announced the required punishment or acquittal.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent sitting in the crowd, holding a small piece of paper, was impatient. During the discussion just now, he wanted to guide the situation many times, but...

The third man from the left by the window;

the first man behind the door;

The short-haired woman sitting in the middle;

They are all members of the military, and neither their numbers nor their testimonies are dominant. This agent who has been assigned a heavy duty is going to despair.

"Hello?"

The court staff came over, and he held a transparent glass box, "Is it finished?"

"It's finished." The detective gritted his teeth and threw the small piece of paper with the "deny guilt" option inside.

Just like that, fifty-one small pieces of paper were placed on the table in a transparent glass box with a bang.The agent even had a horrible thought of rushing up, smashing the box, and eating all the paper.

"The first one, there is..."

The teller hadn't finished saying "guilty" when he heard noisy voices from outside, and he could vaguely hear someone calling "Zhang Ming"'s name.

"What happened?" Everyone walked to the window.

Dozens of people gathered at the gate of the court. Some of them held signs, some held banners, and some wrote "protest" on their faces with oil paint.The detectives saw clearly the words on the signs in their hands——

"They came to protest, and they think Zhang Ming is innocent."

The detective who was at a loss finally found a breakthrough. He pointed to the middle-aged woman holding a big white sign at the gate of the court and said, "I recognize her. Her child was almost killed by hatred. It was Zhang Ming who saved her daughter!"

Everyone looked at each other and hesitated, after all, what they were going to judge was a superhero who had saved New York many times.

The staff went to the window to block their view.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's just a small-scale protest march. This time we are trying a person with superpowers. It will be a little different after all. Let's continue."

Everyone looked back, turned and returned to their seats, only the detective was still standing by the window.

"Sir?" The staff asked several times.

Suddenly, the detective laughed, and the laughter grew louder.

"Sir, are you okay?" The staff considered asking him to go out.

"Small scale? Look what's outside!"

Under the watchful eyes of the detectives, citizens walked out silently one by one in every corner of the street. They came to the gate of the court and joined the "small team" of more than a dozen people.

One hundred...one thousand...five thousand...

There were more and more people, and within a few minutes, nearly [-] people gathered at the gate of the court.

The more people there are, the quieter they are, sitting quietly and expressing their opinions silently.

At this time, someone from the jury finally spoke: