Chapter 202 The first lawsuit against the East Coast is coming: Detective Chuck, listen to me, thank you!

“You don’t need to answer any questions.”

Chuck said calmly: "I'll tell you where the gravel is. The gravel you broke with a hand drill has been laid on the private driveway."

Everyone followed his eyes and looked at the private driveway outside, only to find that the private driveway was covered with gravel.

They didn't notice it before because it was on the mountain, and it was normal for gravel to pave the road. Now, when Chuck reminded me, I immediately noticed that the color of these gravels was very different from the color of nearby rocks. Like the new goddess statue, they were all Belgian gray marble.

Director Randy Tischer walked over and squeezed a piece of gravel with his injured hands and came to the new statue, gestured in front of the sculpture, and everyone's mouths twitched.

"Did you see it?"

Chandler complained: "This guy is so sexy, he will definitely not be able to get those two points."

"Oh, I'm not...it's too high."

Director Randy Tischer was surprised to realize that the place where he gestured to compare was not very beautiful, and he closed it awkwardly.

It wasn't that he intended to do this, but sculpted a portrait. In order to show the curves of the human body, he deliberately magnified the portrait in equal proportions, causing the new statue to be taller than him, so that he raised his hand and gestured to the chest of the statue.

"I'm asking people from the forensic department to come and collect evidence!"

Director Randy Tischer put down the gravel, took out his cell phone and started calling and shaking people. Then he said to the little braided braided with sweat on his forehead, who was panicked and regretful when he saw sweat, and said, "Evan Gold, I've been arrested!"

"Now you are going to become a new goddess."

Chandler looked at Gold's fat but his face and figure were getting thinner and tender, and joked, "After going to prison."

"Wait, don't talk!"

At this moment, a Porsche 911 sports car drove up, and a man in a suit and tie walked out of the driver's seat and shouted at Gold, who was as beautiful as the earth.

Little Braid Gold immediately shouted happily: "Harrison!"

"Everyone told you to stop talking."

Chandler mocked: "Why don't you listen? You don't really think that a suit lawyer can save you, right?"

"Are you questioning my abilities?"

Harrison, in a suit and tie, showed a smirk of eight American-standard teeth: "It seems you don't know who I am."

"He is Harrison Pwell, the most powerful criminal lawyer on the East Coast!"

When Xiaopengzi Gold saw his savior coming, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and vented his sensation to everyone: "He is my lawyer! If you want to frame me and take revenge on me, it depends on whether he agrees! By the way, he won every battle and has never lost a case!"

"Because I represent justice, and justice will eventually defeat evil."

Harrison Prewell smiled reservedly.

"The justice you represent is that after the wife was murdered, the husband not only did not care about who the murderer was, but instead called the so-called number one criminal lawyer on the East Coast while listening to music and working?"

Jane mocked, "This sounds really true!"

"You may not understand the law very much, this lady."

Harrison Pwell looked at Jane with a constant smile: "No matter what it seems, justice is in line with the law, procedural justice is justice, and our lawyers are insurance. Whether there is anything or not, they will find us at the first time, and they are the right choice to be prepared for any eventuality. Mr. Gold is just like many people, with this good habit, so it is not surprising. As for his wife being killed, Mr. Gold works while listening to music, this is just a way for him to vent his sadness. He is an artist, which is normal! Is there any problem?"

"This kind of justice is really expensive."

Chandler complained: "How can ordinary people get this kind of justice?"

“Everything comes at a price.”

Harrison Prewell glanced at Chandler: "That's why we have to work hard to make money, and then promote the progress of this society and let justice follow."

Everyone was stunned by the shamelessness of the attorney, and they all looked at Chuck and waited for Chuck's decision.

"You must be the Detective Chuck."

Harrison Prewell also looked at Chuck, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for giving me a quality customer."

"You're welcome."

Chuck said calmly: "Wait until the case is over, you have time to thank me."

"Why is there time?"

Chandler immediately responded and then suddenly realized: "Oh, yes! I heard that you lawyers all depend on the record. You claim to be a victory in every battle, so you never lack customers. You have to drive a sports car to save time to receive more customers. However, after this case is over, this record will definitely be broken and a considerable number of customers will definitely be lost. You won't have to be so busy at that time. There is still time to thank Chuck for helping you take a vacation in disguise."

"You will thank me later!"

Director Randy Tischer's eyes lit up and he spoke the classic lines of his old partner Amon. Seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly explained: "Monke's obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious. He always has to correct others to follow his own. When facing other people's surprise and unwillingness, he always says 'You will thank me later'."

"Will anyone thank him?"

Chandler teased.

"Of course not."

Director Randy Tischer said the truth: "Only he is grateful to himself, because it is useless to others except to satisfy his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but it is even more depressed."

"Oh, is that?"

Chandler dragged his voice and looked at Harrison Prewell jokingly: "You will thank me later... This sentence is really appropriate to use here."

Faced with the cold and hot, the singing and the harmony, Harrison Prewell's American smirk of eight teeth could not be maintained, looking at Chuck: "I will, but thank you for bringing more big customers with a greater reputation! Now, if there is no problem, I need to take my client away, and you have no right to detain him. See you in court!"

"No!"

Chuck shook his head: "Evan Gold has been arrested, and we have evidence that he murdered Nancy Gold, so see you at the police station."

Harrison Prewell was stunned and glanced at Goldie, and saw him anxious, and cursed inwardly. He thought he had arrived fast enough, but he didn't expect that this client would kneel faster. The name of the Detective Chuck was indeed well-known.

"police officer?"

Squeezing a trace of ominous premonition in his heart, Harrison Prewell comforted the anxious braid Gold, looked at Director Randy Tischer, and tried to put pressure: "Are you sure you arrested my client before there is no evidence?"

"Am I sure?"

Director Randy Tischer looked around a little stunned.

"Don't turn yourself into a chimpanzee with a gun."

Harrison Prewell threatened: "I have long wanted to sue the police station, don't give me this opportunity..."

Speaking of this, he also mocked the classic lines of Detective Amon: "You will thank me later~"

"I'm sure!"

Director Randy Tisher looked at Chuck who nodded to him, and suddenly came back to his senses and nodded seriously: "One of you is the first criminal lawyer on the East Coast who has never lost, and the other is the Detective Chuck who has never failed. In comparison, I believe in Detective Chuck more, this is trust in Detective!

Speaking of this, he turned his head and smiled: "Of course, if he was the detective Amon now, with his unfamiliar personality, I might have to consider it, but the detective Chuck did not have the shortcomings of Monk. He was the perfect detective!"

"You will regret it."

Harrison Pwell looked bad: "No one is perfect. Even the so-called detective Chuck, the justice today is the most fair judicial system. Even if the so-called detective wants to frame and retaliate against my clients, it is impossible. I will never allow it!"

"Have you finished speaking?"

Chuck raised his hand and looked at the watch: "If you have anything to say to the judge."

“…”

Harrison Prewell's face turned dark.

This is what he often says to the police.

"Evan Gold, you're arrested!"

Director Randy Tischer, under the gaze of Harrison Prewell, took out his handcuffs and coaxed the client he was about to take away.

The so-called detention is that in the absence of evidence, the lawyer chooses to take away the suspect in order to avoid being sued by the parties afterwards.

But once you have evidence, or believe that you have evidence, you are not afraid of being prosecuted later, any police officer has the right to detain the suspect in the bureau.

The defense lawyer also needs to go to the police station to go through the procedure, instead of Da Lala's direct slap the police in the face and taking the suspect away.

"Officer, can I let my client talk alone, this is our right."

The tone has been set. Harrison Prewell could not take away the little braided Gold as casually as before. He could only stand there and wait with everyone to wait for the forensic department people to arrive before going to the police station, so he said to Director Randy Tischer.

"I'm Director Randy Tischer."

Randy doesn't like the other person's name.

"Okay, police officer."

Harrison Prewell said contemptuously: "I want to talk to my clients alone!"

"All right."

Director Randy Tischer looked at Chuck, and saw that he had no objection, so he escorted the braid Gold into the studio, found a room to copy him inside, and asked him to talk to his lawyer alone.

This is a judicial process and he cannot refuse.

"Oh no, oh no."

When the door was closed, Little Braid Gold could no longer control his fear. His handcuffed hands couldn't help but scratch his head and shouted: "He actually saw through my plan at a glance. He knows everything now. Damn it! If I had known it, I wouldn't have appeared in front of him!"

"No, no, no!"

Harrison Prewell showed a confident smile in his grasp: "You did a very good job. The so-called mastery of everything is fake. It was all his imagination of revenge on your framing. I will prove that you had conflicts with him in public, which is very clever... It is a favorable point that we can use, and I never fight unprepared battles. The Detective Chuck may be very powerful, but he also has many flaws. Do you know why I can become the number one criminal lawyer on the East Coast?"
To be continued...