One Thousand and Fifty-Eight Chapters, the Little Lawyer Hates the Chief Inspector

Entering the interrogation room, Luke and the two just stood in the corner, watching other people communicate with Grote silently.

Mahoney is a capable and resolute young detective. At the age of 26, he has just been promoted to Sergeant Srn.

More importantly, he was one of the few detectives in the 15th Precinct who didn't get along with others, and his life here was a bit difficult.

Like Fudge Matt, he is a local who grew up in the Clinton area and has different feelings for it.

This is also the case, so that he can keep the bottom line in his heart and not become a black policeman.

With the cooperation of Fudge and Mahoney, Grote quickly lost his temper, and honestly explained a lot of important information.

For example, he never mentioned before that the attacker had rumors among the gang members and indicated that he was alone.

For example, Luke said that several other gangs were also suspected to have been attacked by this person.

This Grote is really dishonest.

He was really killed by that attacker, and it wasn't wrong at all.

After more than ten minutes of questioning, Mahoney went out to answer a phone call, then returned and threw a prison uniform to Grote, and threw him to a separate detention room, which was considered protective imprisonment.

Mahoney then motioned for Fudge and Luke to follow him, walked to the corner, and whispered, "The assistant ground inspector said he would come over and take over this case, you guys..."

Luke: "We won't interfere."

Mahoney immediately looked at Fudge: "Once the local prosecutor's assistant makes a deal, don't care what kind of deal, you'd better agree, otherwise they will be worried about you, and your office will not have a good life in the future."

Fudge: "I see. But what news do you have about the attacker?"

Mahoney looked at Luke and the two next to him again.

"We only learned about the case this morning, and we don't know much about the inside story." Luke smiled.

Having said this, both Fudge and Karen looked a little weird.

Luke has nothing to be embarrassed about.

He has no friendship with Mahoney, and of course important information cannot be disclosed to Mahoney casually.

Mahoney sighed: "Originally, when the community reconstruction began, the environment in the Clinton district was much better. Now that this kind of bloody case has occurred, everyone's impression of the Clinton district is probably still "Hell's Kitchen"."

Everyone was silent.

Mahoney sighed this sentence before continuing: "When everyone hears the word "hero", they think of Batman. Seeing Batman and other "vigilantes" beating up some bad guys on the news is like the Yankees. Excited like a home run. Now... hehe, everyone is worried about the "hero". This guy makes the blood of those bad guys fill the streets, and the residents don't want to have a group of such "imitations" ."

Fudge smiled bitterly: "But such imitators, I am afraid there will only be more and more."

"Black Mask, Big Daddy, Super Killer Girl, Smiley Man, Black Cat, how many are there? Although most of the imitators are SR enthusiasts with problems in their minds, these "Vigilantes" are now brought to New York It's not peace, but more and more security issues." Mahoney shook his head.

Having said this, he lowered his voice: "Now we are divided into two factions, one faction thinks that they have helped a lot and saved the police force. The other faction thinks that they are no different from those criminals and should be arrested. "

Speaking of which, he was also a little disillusioned.

As a policeman, I either put my hopes on the "vigilantes" or want to catch the "vigilantes", which really makes people feel helpless.

At this time, he looked at the two people coming in at the door, and said Nunuzui: "The people from the ground inspection are here, and I have to go to work. Fudge, go and communicate with them yourself."

When everyone looked, they saw a man and a woman wearing typical black workplace attire, walking over.

At the head was a Latino woman in her early forties, and a step behind her was a black man in his early thirties.

Fudge's face changed, and he turned to Karen: "How do I dress? Is there any problem?"

Karen looked up and down and nodded: "No problem. Why are you suddenly nervous?"

"That's Samantha Reyes, the boss of the office." Luke shook his head: "Fudge, you should be mentally prepared. I'm afraid this is not here to negotiate with you."

Fudge's hand in arranging his clothes paused: "Huh?"

Luke: "It is said that she doesn't like to save face for others, and she changed three assistant prosecutors within two years, all of which were fired after making mistakes."

Fudge's face fell. "I heard that too, thank you so much."

With such a reputation, it doesn't sound like someone who is easy to deal with, let alone the other party is the chief inspector.

Having said that, he calmed down and walked over with a smile on his face.

...

Five minutes later, Selena held back her laughter, put her mouth to Luke's ear and whispered: "Fudge is very bold. The chief inspector dares to resist? He has to call the federal prosecutor for consultation, haha. Reyes' face is going to be black."

Luke nodded slightly: "Still with a question mark."

That's true.

Facing Fudge, who greeted him with a smile, Chief Inspector Reyes had no interest in listening to his self-introduction. After interrupting his self-introduction, he ordered his assistant to take Grote away.

Yes, she was speaking to her assistant, not to Fudge, as if she was certain that this little lawyer would never dare to oppose her.

As a result...she was beaten in the face.

Fudge noticed that the other party wanted to bypass him directly, take Grote away, and immediately rebounded strongly.

He took out the law that district attorneys have no right to intervene in witness protection operations, and threatened Reyes to stab her to federal prosecutors for such violations.

Reyes' expression at that time was extremely wonderful, his face darkened, but he was still full of doubts and confusion.

She didn't expect that a stunned young lawyer would dare to fight against her.

Her actions are definitely illegal, but most junior lawyers don't dare to confront the chief prosecutor, otherwise they will be tossed out of madness by the prosecutor's office.

American lawyers, district attorneys and police departments are more cooperative than confrontational.

Many barristers do not simply have a high level of defense, but have a deep relationship between the two parties and can easily accomplish things that other lawyers cannot.

For example, if a small lawyer cannot bail out, a large lawyer can bail them out.

Small lawyers can't reach a defense deal with local prosecutors, but big lawyers can.

For enough money, barristers can easily get clients out of police stations and district attorneys, and it's perfectly legal.

On the other hand, if the lawyer offends the chief district attorney, as long as the other party puts him on the blacklist of the district attorney's office, the lawyer will be exhausted in every subsequent lawsuit.

Not to mention that most of the local prosecutors are closely related to the police department, who let them arrest a suspect and convict them one by one.

It's really irrational for Fudge to do this.