Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 773 Under layout
the next day.

Mark, who was sitting in his office, looked at at least a dozen newspapers from different media on his desk with a blank expression.

Debbie stood opposite.

quite a while.

Debbie looked at Mark who looked away from the newspaper and said immediately: "Boss, these are the cheerful media people dancing these days."

Mark nodded and looked around again.

New York Daily.

New York Times.

The Wall Street Journal.

Political Economy Journal.

……

None of the above newspapers.

The source newspapers of the dozen or so newspapers that appeared on Mark's desktop are all small and transparent among the media tycoons in New York.

These tabloids usually use all kinds of extreme sights to attract everyone's attention.

Check out the various reports here.

[Under the Patriot Plan, how much privacy do we have. 】

[Let us take stock of how many unjust cases have occurred in the FBI. 】

[Fishing law enforcement, the FBI once again broke the record. 】

[Bring people in from abroad and sue them for smuggling?Count the various magical law enforcement operations of the FBI. 】

……

God's sins are still forgivable.

But what if he is trying to die?
The corners of Mark's mouth curved up slightly.

These tabloids don't have any eyesight at all. Didn't they see that all the important newspapers treat this matter as if it doesn't exist and don't report it?
I danced so happily that I was afraid that others would not notice, right?

Mark sneered.

quite a while.

Mark looked up at Debbie and said, "Have the principals of these newspapers and the reporters who wrote these reports been found?"

Debbie nodded.

Finding people was Debbie's forte.

However, Debbie still pointed to the headline on the top of the table called Emerald Emerald Weekly on the top of the desktop and said: "Boss, this newspaper has already predicted that we will retaliate, will it be okay to do it now?" ?”

Mark interrupted directly: "Retaliation? Do a few small newspapers need to use the FBI?"

"……That?"

"How many companies have been found to be suspected of tax evasion?"

"Three."

"How many companies are suspected of illegally hiring black households?"

"Five."

"Then how many office locations have potential safety hazards?"

"Six families."

"How many of them are in Queens?"

"Three."

Mark looked up and smiled coldly: "Do you still need to ask? Those who evade taxes are directly handed over to the IRS, those who hire illegal immigrants are handed over to the IRS and the Immigration Bureau, and those with safety hazards are handed over directly to the New York Police Department. As for those in Queens... ..."

As Mark said, he glanced again at the Emerald Weekly in Queens where his name appeared on it, and said with a serious smile, "Leave the three companies in Queens to Jin and deal with it, and the other two don't matter, but for the Emerald Weekly, I want to see him forever." Shut up."

Debbie nodded quickly and was ready to walk out the door.

Mark glanced at the phone screen that had a text message coming, and then stopped Debbie aloud.

quite a while.

Mark squeezed his phone and looked up and asked, "Is Ivan Vanke's bail hearing today?"

Debbie turned around and looked at her watch, then nodded and said, "Yes, it should be Chuck's turn now."

"Who is the judge in charge of this case?"

"Judge Carey, our old friend."

"Not now."

"……what?"

Mark threw the phone directly to Debbie.

Debbie took it and looked at it.

The sender of the text message is Chuck, the federal prosecutor. The content of the text message is only one sentence. Judge Carey's car was stolen. Today's judge is Conor.

Debbie also looked up at Mark after seeing the replacement of the judges.

Most of the judges in the federal courts have a good cooperative relationship with the FBI.

But this Conor is an exception.

Nor can it be said that Judge Conor will be unjust, but because of some old-fashioned events, Judge Conor does not have much affection for the FBI.

Judge Conor's only son was shot and killed on the spot when he was arrested by the FBI in [-] for selling bliss.

This is the predecessor's pot.

But it's clear that Judge Conor doesn't think so.

Every time Chuck decides to file a lawsuit against a suspect in a federal case, he tries to avoid Conor.

After all, Chuck, who had just succeeded the prosecutor, refused to file a lawsuit against the federal agent for manslaughter.

Yes.

Debbie looked at Mark with some concern.

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is not right. At first, I was thinking whether Carey, who had always been partial to us, would suddenly agree to Ivan Vanke's bail, which would arouse the vigilance of the target person, but right now, it seems that they are more anxious than us. .”

Debbie rolled her eyes.

It's right to think about it in the end.

Bail has rarely been granted to suspects in federal cases by Judge Carey.

Even if there is.

The minimum amount of bail is five figures.

Subsequently.

Mark put away the mobile phone that Debbie handed over and said, "Is it in the Federal Court of the Eastern District?"

Debbie nodded.

next second.

hum!
Debbie blinked and looked at Mark who disappeared directly in front of her and fell silent.

After a while.

Debbie simply walked directly to the living room while thinking about the various benefits promised by the boss.

Maybe I should help Raven get one too.

Debbie couldn't help feeling hot when she thought about her girlfriend (boyfriend) she was dating now...

Federal Court.

Hall Three!
After Mark showed his ID, a bailiff standing at the door gently opened a gap.

Mark walked in.

Huh.

There are already many people sitting on the auditorium seats.

Is this case so high profile?
While thinking, Mark found an empty seat in the last row and sat down.

on the bench.

Conor, who was dressed in a judge's robe and had short white hair but looked very capable, looked around his court and tapped the gavel in his hand.

Boom!
Boom!
The courtroom, where there were still whispers of discussion, fell silent in an instant.

After all, no one likes to say a word, and then they will be wrenched into the prison by two bailiffs at the door for disrupting the order of the court.

Judge Conor on the trial seat took off his eyes on the bridge of his nose, looked directly at the man in a suit and leather shoes standing on the defendant's seat, and said, "Let's begin."

"Thank you."

The top barrister from a top ten law firm in New York said directly: "Your Honor, this is an obvious phishing law enforcement case."

"No." Chuck, who was sitting on the prosecutor's seat, slapped the table directly and said indifferently: "Your Honor, today is the bail hearing, and the prosecution of Ivan Vanke has been officially accepted."

Judge Conor on the stage glanced at Chuck and nodded, "Did the prosecution propose bail conditions?"

"Of course not." Chuck stood up again and said, "Your Honor, we have evidence that Ivan Vanke is secretly planning a terrorist activity, and this is not a victimless statement, it also involves national security."

Ivan Vanke's lawyer smiled contemptuously and said, "National security? Your honor, Ivan Vanke's father, Mr. Igor Vanke, died in the New Amsterdam Hospital the day before yesterday. Now Mr. Vanke just wants to ask to go out to bury him. Father."

Subsequently.

Federal inspector Chuck confronts the partners of the top ten Wall Street law firms.

Soon.

Lawyers for Chuck and Vanke looked at Judge Connor who spoke out.

Boom!
Judge Conor on the trial stage rang the gavel and looked at Chuck expressionlessly and said, "Has the prosecution set up a bail amount?"

"One million dollars."

"..."

(End of this chapter)