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Chapter 72 I offer you the best defense money can buy! (Please read and vote for me)

Outside office H-232 on the House side of the Capitol.

Twenty fully armed special agents stood on both sides of the corridor, vigilantly scanning every passing figure.

This unusual security arrangement attracted the attention of passing staff. You know, in the past, the Speaker would only bring four personal bodyguards with him when traveling.

The elevator dinged open and Jack Bauer strode towards the office.

This senior official of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, who has always paid attention to his image, now has a loose tie, messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and exudes a dangerous aura.

"Director Bauer, if you don't have an appointment..."

"Fuck off!"

Jack glanced coldly at the special agent standing in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Why? Are you afraid that I might harm your honorable Speaker?"

The leading special agent curled his lips awkwardly and quickly winked at his colleagues.

Only after getting approval from the office did they reluctantly make way.

In the office, Speaker Pelari was concentrating on reviewing documents.

Hearing the door open, she raised her head and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Didn't you sleep well last night? Jack, you look like you just came back from Afghanistan."

"The Ministry of Justice has made a final ruling on the CD incident!"

Jack walked straight up to her with an expressionless face, his hands resting on the desk. "You are destroying the trust that we have worked so hard to build between us and Rorschach, and you are trampling on judicial justice."

Perari blinked in confusion: "Why don't I understand what you are talking about?"

"Don't play dumb!" Jack slammed his hand on the table. "That guy's just a patrolman! And he's already compromised and handed over all the discs. Is it worth it for you to mobilize the national machinery to deal with him? That show last night was a big price to pay, wasn't it? Was it really worth it?"

"Compromise?" Pelari chuckled. "Do you really believe those are the originals? Someone who prepared more than a dozen backup copies, you call that a compromise?"

"He just wants an extra countermeasure to protect himself! Don't forget that CIA assassins broke into his house a few days ago!"

"Look, did you hear what you just said? Countermeasures."

Pelari tapped his fingertips on the table. "Jack, you're a veteran. Don't pretend you don't understand what this word means. A soldier attempting to challenge state power is reason enough to die a hundred times."

She suddenly lowered her voice. "I've been very merciful. In the past, anyone who came into contact with him that night would have disappeared. Now he'll get a maximum sentence of twenty years. Maybe those kids will change their confessions when they grow up, and he'll be out in five or six years. This is just a small lesson for him."

"Don't treat me like a fool, Pei." Jack replied with a gloomy look in his eyes. "He won't survive more than three days in prison. Those serious criminals, the secret service assassins who did the dirty work, and the bribed prison guards are all his death warrants. You are pushing him to death."

“This is not my business.”

Pelari adjusted his cuffs elegantly. "Would you like to have breakfast together? We haven't had a good chat in a while, ever since Holder recruited you to the Ministry of Justice."

"No need." Jack stood up straight, his posture straight. "I'm afraid I'll vomit if I eat with you."

Pelari's smile froze instantly.

"Jack Bauer!" She slammed the table and stood up, her voice shrill and changed tone. "Do you know who you are talking to?!"

The office door was flung open and the Secret Service agents filed in, their fingers on the triggers.

However, Jack just straightened his suit casually, looked at Pelari deeply, and left calmly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Pelari's cold gaze pierced Jack's departing back like a knife.

The Counter-Terrorism Bureau is directly under the Ministry of Justice. Under the system of separation of powers, even she, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, has no control over it.

She forced herself to take a deep breath—she had to hold her breath now.

Because of that damned CD, they have now reduced the power of the Elephant Party in the cabinet to its lowest point in 30 years.

At present, the entire cabinet has almost become a one-man show for her own party, but this is just the beginning. Sooner or later, she will turn her guns on the Ministry of Justice.

Target the head of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau who dared to insult him to his face!

Stepping out of the revolving door of the Capitol, Jack suddenly stopped and looked back.

His eyes fell on the scales relief on the porch, which symbolized judicial justice, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He took out his cell phone and quickly typed a text message.

In a law firm on the South Side of Chicago that specializes in serving low-income groups.

Rorschach stared at the apology message from Jack on the phone screen and pressed the delete button expressionlessly.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked as she came closer.

"It's okay, just harassing text messages."

Rorschach pushed her head away, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the old TV hanging from the ceiling.

Interviews with the families of the deceased stars were being played on the screen. The well-dressed men and women cried in front of the camera, accusing Rorschach of atrocities.

The camera cuts to the streets of New York and Los Angeles, where angry fans are marching with signs, each of which features a picture of Rorschach with a blood-red cross drawn through it.

"Black police", "notorious private vigilante", "executioner".
Shocking labels were madly attached to Rorschach.

In just 24 hours, the direction of public opinion took a 180-degree turn.

In the waiting room, many citizens secretly looked at Rorschach and whispered to each other.

Due to Rorschach's reputation in the South District, no one dared to speak loudly.

Until a fat black woman suddenly spoke up: "Rorschach, you've been bullying the South Side for so many years, and now you're finally getting your comeuppance!"

Rorschach looked away from the TV. "Bully? I don't recall bullying law-abiding citizens. And who the hell are you?"

"An ordinary person who can't stand you!"

The old lady stood up, pointed at Rorschach, and started yelling, "Did you see what they said on TV? You're not a hero at all, Rorschach. You're just a murderer! A greedy, ugly, corrupt cop! I can't wait to see you nailed to the pillar of shame and die in prison!"

"Damn it! Say that again?!" Ginny instantly got furious, her right hand already on the stun gun at her waist.

Although Rorschach is caught in the whirlpool of public opinion, he has not been suspended and his police badge is still there. This is clearly a blatant insult to law enforcement officers.

Just then, an exaggerated tenor suddenly interrupted: "Hey! You, stop looking, I'm talking to you!"

The office door was flung open, and a tall, thin man in a flashy pink suit and a bright purple tie pointed at the woman and yelled, "Who gave you permission to act so rudely towards my most distinguished customer on my property? Get out of here right now! I'm done with your business!"

The aunt was choked by the sudden interruption. She glared at the three people fiercely, grabbed her bag, and walked away angrily with her fat buttocks twisted.

After the guy's figure completely disappeared, the man in the pink suit laughed and opened his arms towards Rorschach. "Haha, see, what did I say before? One day you will find me for help, Rorschach."

Rorschach stood up and bumped shoulders with him, then said with a smile, "Don't be complacent too soon. If you can't handle it, I'll replace you immediately."

Seeing that the two were obviously old acquaintances, Ginny couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

She looked at the flamboyant lawyer suspiciously and couldn't help asking, "Are you the legendary Saul Goodman? The most convicted lawyer in Chicago?"

"Bingo (you guessed it right)!"

Saul made an exaggerated bow. "Saul Goodman, I provide the best defense money can buy for anyone. Remember my slogan: Better call Saul~"

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Ginny was speechless and turned to look at Rorschach, who still maintained a calm smile.

This left her completely speechless - she had clearly contacted the top criminal defense team in Washington, but this guy chose such a idiot.

She suddenly didn't understand whether Rorschach wanted to exonerate himself or not.

Entering the inner office, Saul slammed the door shut. His playful smile suddenly dropped, and he clapped his hands. "Listen, man. I've been up all night studying your case. Now I have a brilliant defense strategy that can completely exonerate you."

Rorschach and Ginny looked at each other in surprise and asked curiously, "What?"

"Post-war PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)!"

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(End of this chapter)