Law America, the Devil's Agent

Twin Peaks, Vanske Law Firm.

When Quinil pushed open the door to Omir's office, he was holding a letter in his hand—the paper invitation from Curtis Law Firm.

Omir stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the door, slowly loosening his tie with his hand.

The movement was very light and slow, but those who know him well know that he only makes this movement when he is extremely agitated.

"Is it news from Curtis?"

Omir didn't turn around and asked calmly.

"Yes, sir, I received a notification that it's a case press conference hosted by the Curtiss Law Firm. They actually invited us?"

Omir turned around, picked up the letter from Quinil's hand, indifferently opened it and flipped through it, but then casually tossed it aside.

"The Truth Behind the Philadelphia General Hospital Serial Murders: A Carefully Planned Wrongful Conviction"

What an eye-catching debate topic!

This new lawyer of ours is really interesting; after being quiet for so long, he suddenly wants to hold this meeting...

That's truly imaginative and unconventional.

Quinnil stood by, smiling obsequiously.

"Maybe this rookie is desperate and wants to make a last-ditch effort?"

After all, we had a significant advantage!

"Perhaps."

Since this genius is going to do something unprecedented in our lives under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Then we shouldn't refuse their invitation!"

He retied his tie, turned around, and his usual composed smile returned to his face.

  

"Since he's going to act, we should still go and see."

We should not only observe, but also lend a helping hand, adding fuel to the fire of his ambition.

"Yes, sir, please give your instructions."

Omir slowly walked to the table, sat down, and then stretched out his palm and began to speak:

"First, notify Philadelphia General Hospital to compile evidence related to Nathaniel and ensure that the evidence he left behind at the hospital during the time of the crime is irrefutable once again."

I think this young man, who knows nothing about the inside of the hospital, might try a different approach, but the most direct evidence is always the irrefutable legal basis.

Second, we will continue to contact journalists and editors in the media circle with whom we have long-term cooperative relationships, in preparation for disrupting the press conference on the day of the event.

Curtis has mobilized considerable resources this time, bringing in reporters and media figures. We cannot allow this press conference to become a one-man show by Shunfeng.

Third, try to conceal your identity and bring the victim's family members along.

Invite several families to come and sit in the audience. If necessary, you can give him a little surprise and a shock during the Q&A session.

Make it as clean as possible.

We must ensure that no matter what he says, the victims' faces are always in the media's view.

Let his meticulously prepared press conference ultimately benefit us.

Quinil nodded repeatedly, but then, as if realizing something, he lowered his voice and said:

"Among the four family members, there are relatives of Nick Quixote, but that drug addict Holland can't get in touch with them."

"Hmm? Did the hospital give any explanation?"

"No, not yet. All they know is that there was a car accident, and Holland seems to have vanished into thin air."

Omir frowned slightly, but regained his composure after a moment.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the other three are still around."

Holland was an uncontrollable variable to begin with; perhaps it would be a good thing if he were gone.

You arrange it yourself.

"Yes, sir."

……

Conference room on the top floor of the administration building at Philadelphia General Hospital.

Alan Morrison removed his mask and placed a letter on the table.

That was the same invitation.

Pharmacy director Thomas Sherrell sat opposite him, while logistics director Lydia Wylant stood by the window.

None of the three spoke first.

Finally, Morrison broke the silence.

Is there any possibility that what he's going to release includes internal hospital information?

"We've basically investigated the internal system, and there can't be any other loopholes. Curtis's people simply didn't accept them."

That lawyer, Link, didn't even step into our hospital.

Meanwhile, our men were also keeping watch at the prison to ensure he didn't see Nathaniel.

We can say with certainty that he doesn't know how we operate!

Sherol's voice was filled with certainty.

Morrison nodded. He had also inquired about and paid attention to these matters, and indeed, he had not found Link's whereabouts.

He seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, never communicating or inquiring with anyone at the hospital where he worked.

As a result, none of their preparations and plans against Link came to any use.

Because he didn't even come!

From any perspective, Link seemed to know nothing about them.

Is it...

Allen recalled the thoughts he had in the conference room that night, about the downfall of the Blood Hand Gang…

Finally, he laughed and dismissed the idea.

That was a narcotics operation and a security campaign to wipe out gangs that had nothing to do with you.

How could it be Link who was in charge? He's just a small-time lawyer.

Just then, Lydia Wylant's words interrupted his thoughts.

"So, are you going to accept this invitation from the doctor who will prescribe a psychological diagnosis for Nathaniel, or are you reluctant?"

Alan Morrison remained silent.

He once again thought of the surgeon whose "paranoid personality disorder" he had repeatedly written down in the evaluation record.

That self-righteous, arrogant guy.

A fool who always goes to great lengths to block his own path to wealth, yet in the end he is still manipulated by himself.

He recalled the last look Nathaniel gave him before he was forcibly injected with a sedative.

This seemingly gentle and refined psychologist grinned dramatically.

He would never allow that damned thing to have any chance of turning the tables again.

He put his mask back on, placed the diagnosis record on the table, and tapped it with his fingertip.

"I'll go tomorrow."

I'm going to tell Link that Nathaniel is one of the most insane people we see in our hospital.

His fate will only be permanent imprisonment or a silent death.

……

The following day. The meeting room of the Curtiss Law Firm.

The fifty-odd seats in the hall were all occupied half an hour before the show started, and the back aisle and the sides of the walls were packed with folding chairs that had been temporarily added.

Reporters crowded into the aisle with microphones in hand, while social media bloggers set up their tripods in the last row. Some were adjusting fill lights, while others were live-streaming on their phones.

The backdrop of the conference hall was a dark blue curtain with the law firm's bronze logo.

Benny was making final equipment adjustments on the side of the stage, while Celine squatted in front of the first row of seats, checking the placement of the guest name tags one by one against the seating chart.

The front half of the hall is the media area.

The number of media outlets far exceeded expectations.

Not only were all the local legal media present, but several national media outlets' Philadelphia bureaus also sent representatives, and even several legal commentary publications from neighboring states applied for seats at the last minute.

A small group of protesters had gathered outside the law firm, some of whom were a continuation of the group that had gathered outside the prison, but the group was significantly smaller and their slogans were scattered and uncoordinated.

The protest lost its central theme; several handwritten signs leaned crookedly against the curb, appearing more like a perfunctory gesture than genuine anger.

At the media check-in area, the two factions were already subtly probing each other.

Journalists from Curtis Law Firm's partner media outlets—

They nodded to each other at the registration desk, exchanging guesses about the upcoming release.

Several journalists with long-standing working relationships with Vansk exchanged glances as they signed in, knowing full well what their assigned task was for the day.

Meanwhile, at the VIP entrance in the lobby, Dylan McKellen was personally greeting each important person.

This is typical for law firm press conferences, but today's event was noticeably more high-profile than usual.

Of the five major Philadelphia law firms, four except for Vanske sent representatives to the event.

Most of these people had personal relationships with Dylan; some were longtime rivals, while others were old acquaintances from the same law school class.

They, who usually clash in different courtrooms, are now gathered together, dressed in dark suits, holding coffee, talking in hushed tones, waiting for the same person to appear.

"Dylan, you've really set a great stage for the young people this time."

"A partner at a mid-sized law firm said in a low voice as he shook hands with Dylan."

"He built the stage himself."

Dylan smiled and replied, "There are always new faces; we won't always be the main characters."

The crowd continued to move forward.

In the brief moment, Quinil straightened his suit, stepped out from the crowd, and bowed slightly to Dylan.

"Mr. McLean, Attorney O'Mill asked me to give my regards."

Dylan didn't give him much of a response, just nodded slightly, said "Welcome," and turned to greet the partner from another law firm.

Quiner straightened up, a lukewarm smile playing on his lips, returned to his seat, crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and quietly awaited the start of the press conference, which he considered a matter of merely observing from the sidelines.

Two seats away, a middle-aged man wearing a mask and with his hat pulled very low sat quietly.

Alan Morrison didn't greet Quinnil; they merely exchanged a brief glance in the air before looking away.

After a long while, the lights in the conference hall gradually dimmed, and the noisy voices subsided.

The staff reminded attendees to silence their phones one last time.

The Curtiss Law Firm logo lit up on the projection screen, and all eyes turned to the dark curtain that was not yet opened to the side of the podium.

The main character is about to appear.