The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

There are more and more people outside the door.

The reporters had been squeezed close to the fence and made various weird postures to protect the food hanging around their necks.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and after an oversized flashbulb flashed in the sky, the continuous sound of thunder came belatedly.

The raindrops pattered on the dark umbrella. The owner of the umbrella could only hold the handle of the umbrella as hard as he could to resist the force coming from all directions.

Unlike the reporters who were squeezed against the wall, the crowd who came after hearing the news were basically ordinary people.

Only after reading the newspaper did I realize that it was on their side.

The crowded crowd and expectant eyes converged on the tightly closed gate in the courtyard. The bright "81" logo on the door made everyone who saw this scene feel a sense of pride from the bottom of their hearts.

The building is still the same building, but today, the people standing in the audience are the people who were the masters of this land that was known as the "City That Never Sleeps".

This makes a group of old Shanghai people not excited. They have experienced that unbearable history. Although they are labeled as shrewd and calculating, they still know the blood flowing in them in the face of great right and wrong.

"Boom, boom, quiet, quiet!"

"Buzz, hiss~!"

On the long table in the inner hall, the presiding judge in the middle violently banged the small wooden hammer in his hand, and the sound was amplified through the microphone until noise appeared.

The prosecutor on the right side of the stage grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and pulled it down. Then he walked back to his seat from the center with a sullen face.

"Comrade presiding judge, we firmly object. This incident is beyond what the other party stated. This is sheer sophistry!"

The litigation materials in his hand were slammed on the table. The man in the guard area had his collar buttons undone, and his chest was rising and falling. It seemed that he was really angry at the other party's sophistry.

"Well, entering the current land without holding the relevant documents can be regarded as illegal entry according to the current regulations. In this regard, there are no more detailed relevant legal regulations to distinguish!"

The law debate lawyer who graduated from Berkeley University also stood up and bravely looked at the people in the security area opposite. Although his voice was a bit twisted and his hands were still gesticulating, he still let the people present listen. Clearly.

The Vulture, who had been silent all this time, now slightly raised the corners of his mouth. Not to mention, his little fellow looked like he had two brushes. I had doubted him before, but I might have been wrong.

"Look at these photos. They were taken from the camera of the aircraft wreckage. The places taken include not only the current land and buildings, but also the vehicles and important stations that performed the mission."

"What kind of behavior is this? Is this an excuse for someone to get away with it? It's more than ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous. This is obviously a mission that someone can do after entering a state!"

A photo was pinched at the two upper corners, picked up and displayed to the spectators below. Then it was gathered up and handed to the three people on the stage.

The chain of evidence is very complete, from the model of the camera, where it was located on the plane, to even the moment the film was taken out of the camera, it was all very clear.

At this time, the vulture couldn't laugh anymore, because the little fellow's brows had frowned and he shrugged when he looked at him. Does this mean that he was powerless?
"Do you have anything to explain?"

After the judge on the stage browsed the photos one by one, the three people quickly whispered to each other, and then looked at Mr. Vulture in the middle of the hall and asked.

At this time, he became panicked. Every household among them knew the castle law. Although the two terms seemed similar, the difference was actually huge.

"No, there was a malfunction in the machine. I didn't know that I had crossed the sky...!"

"What about this one? Do you want to tell everyone that the camera malfunctioned and it took the picture on its own?"

The prosecutor slapped his palm hard on the table, put his two fingers together and pointed at the vulture, and asked with a strong sense of ridicule.

"I protested, but he interrupted me~!"

After the translation, Vulture's face turned blue and purple. With no way out, he could only act rogue.

"The protest is invalid. Please answer his questions and provide evidence to prove what you said!"

The small wooden hammer knocked on the long table again. The presiding judge clasped his hands together, pressed the shocking photos, and looked at the vulture with a calm expression.

This time, the Vulture was completely silent. The evidence was just an excuse. Where could he find evidence? Even if it was true, the plane crashed like that and there was no way to find it, let alone if it was false.

After a brief 2-minute silence in the hall, small conversations reappeared. Not only those on the stage, but also those in the audience couldn't help but whisper to each other.

While talking in a low voice, they pointed at the person standing in the middle of the room absentmindedly.

Looking for help, he looked at his little fellow villager. The old man was really on the verge of tears now, because the vulture knew that if he missed this opportunity, he might really have to stay here forever.

He has fallen into the rapid river, and there is only that straw above his head. Even though he knows there is no hope, he still hopes that his little fellow will try harder.

"We apply for a plea bargain to drop this charge!"

How could the little fellow, who was scratching his head while being stared at by the vulture, fail to see the cry for help in his eyes? After gritting his teeth, he stood up, looked to the opposite side, and said loudly.

"Plea bargain?"

Not only the people on the stage were confused, but the people in the audience were also confused, even the vultures were confused.

It's not that they don't understand this. Now that they are here, most people have heard of this kind of transaction, but do we have this?

The vulture was confused and said, what the hell, brother, the camera is filming, although there are no other outsiders here, but you let me blatantly sell my soul like this, are you not going to let me go home?

The prosecutors on the opposite side started whispering to each other quickly, without even caring about the vulture's expression. Even the one in the middle buttoned up the disciplinary buckle again.

Seeing them nodding during their discussion, the vulture's gloomy face, how should I say, had a little bit of blood, but that was all, and it did not stop the little fellow's bad idea.

Maybe he also knew that the first appetizer would carry the longest sentence or even death. If there was one less charge, the hope would be greater.

"You have to clean up a meal before you know the size. Wouldn't it be better to recognize the reality as soon as possible? If you don't toast, you will be punished with a drink?" "Have you brought the materials you prepared?"

"Bring it along, is it appropriate to do this? What if you don't cooperate later?"

"Whatever is appropriate or inappropriate, it's only appropriate to help those factories understand the things they don't understand. This is what he proposed on his own initiative. If he doesn't cooperate, it won't be up to him!"

Several people here were chatting in low voices, which could only be heard from the prosecution table, but their faces were all serious and gloomy, which was a bit scary. During the exchange, they even slapped the table, and there was some pushing and shoving.

Finally, he reluctantly and reluctantly found a piece of information.

"In principle, we do not support the plea bargain, but considering the identity of the vulture, after... bala bala!"

"Sign it before we talk!"

Confused, under the witness of everyone and captured by four cameras, Vulture tearfully signed his name and pressed his bright red fingerprints at the bottom of the document.

It was so hurried that he didn't even see clearly what obligations were written on it in exchange for the opportunity to live quietly.

After signing, Vulture looked very annoyed, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength. If it weren't for the fence behind him, he might have collapsed.

As soon as he signed this, he felt that his life was saved, but his soul had been sold to Satan. Not to mention the four cameras and the people behind him, anyone who told this matter would definitely be on the breaking ball tomorrow. news headlines.

What was he insisting on before? He kept saying that he would not betray. Now it seems so ironic.

"Everything is done on a voluntary basis. If the parties involved break the contract midway, we will reserve the right to resubmit this charge!"

After getting the thin piece of paper, the prosecutor carefully checked it and put it into the documents he brought. He also stood up and made a statement. It felt like the transaction was a loss.

Mr. Vulture, whose eyes were dull, looked around, as if he was immersed in his own world, until the wooden hammer was knocked on the stage, and he woke up.

"The second complaint is about the client being suspected of murdering the victim on *month*, 19**, after surrendering to X...!"

The matter is still not over, and it will not end so simply. Previously, only one charge was withdrawn. In fact, if we were honest, there would only be this one. However, the wise man chose the road in a panic and did not follow martial ethics. He gave himself another life. A hole was dug.

The vulture standing in the middle of the hall was so aggrieved that he almost cried. He wanted to say, how many more do you have? Tell them all. He felt that not only his soul was being sold to Satan, but his body was not even spared. .

By the time the second accusation was fully told, countless flies seemed to have entered the hall, and everyone's eyes had turned from contempt to anger.

Why are you angry? Because what Vulture did is so shameless, has no credibility at all, and is simply vile.

The people who come here are all leaders in various industries. At their level, face is more important than life, because it reflects the spirit of a nation.

The whispers in the audience did not disturb Mr. Vulture's little fellow. After solving one problem, he did not expect that a second question would come. After listening to the reading with a frown, there was something wrong with the way he looked at Vulture. , If I had known there was a second clause, the defense deal should have been postponed before being proposed.

Now, everything is back to square one.

"Man, you're so ungentlemanly!"

After seeing his gaze, the vulture lowered his head. The defense lawyer wiped his face vigorously with both hands, grabbed the pen and started spinning it again at high speed. This kind of combination of things can be said to be the first time for him to open a court. It's a great challenge.

Of course, if he knew that this guy had caused such things before, he might really consider whether to take the case.

"When you fired, did you aim? Where did you aim at him?"

When things come to an end, they still have to be handled. As a defense lawyer, you must first be able to guide and guide the answers to the circle you have set.

The vulture lowered his head slightly, carefully recalled his situation at that time, and slowly told it.

"I was so panicked, you know, in that situation, I fainted twice, I didn't know who they were, I just saw a car coming towards me, and then a guy pointed a gun at me, I was very scared, I didn’t really aim, just...!”

When he was about to continue explaining, the little fellow quickly interrupted his speech.

"OK, my client stated that at the moment what happened, in his heart, according to your statement, he did not subjectively want to take someone's life. It is okay for people to react in a panic. Understand, if it is intentional, is it a bit serious?"

"Can we consider it as intentional injury? After all, the victim did not die, although, according to you, he should be in a vegetative state!"

After Vulture followed the words and entered that circle, the defense lawyer had a lot more room for maneuver. The two crimes were actually the same as before. Although there was only one word difference, he had stayed here for 12 years, but he knew what was going on. difference.

"Comrade presiding judge, please show evidence No. [-]!"

After the other party finished speaking, the prosecutor had a noncommittal expression. He did not refute or explain, but looked towards the stage.

"This is the weapon held by the person involved, and this is the bullet in the weapon. Please take a look at this warhead!"

"This is our conventional warhead, which is either sharp or has a smooth surface. But please look at the person involved, the bullet warhead in the weapon."

"This type of bullet is technically called a dummy bullet. It is a powerful stop-expanding warhead. After entering the human body, it will quickly squeeze, deform, and fragment. It will open quickly like the palm of my hand, causing great damage. Lethality!”

"After investigating relevant information, we extracted relevant data from a scientific research report. Using this kind of warhead, the fatality rate is 50% when hitting the limbs, 80% when hitting the abdomen and chest, and [-]% when hitting the head. This is A very vicious bullet!"

After illustrating the changes after the dum bomb entered the human body, the prosecutor picked up the enlarged photo and submitted it to the judge on the stage again.

"It can be seen that the warhead taken out of the victim was of this type. It is prohibited by the Hague G Convention, but it happened to appear in your weapon. This kind of inhumane weaponry is the reason why we accused him of intentional homicide."

After finishing speaking, yellow and orange bullets were pulled out of the magazine and fell on the table, making a dull sound.

Looking at the enlarged photo of the bullet with the tear, everyone's attention shifted to the culprit. (End of chapter)