"It's not often you're prosecuted for practicing medicine while drunk, let alone a famous doctor like Edward Auster."

Facing ordinary people, strike hard without hesitation.

But it is a pity that although this kind of voice is mainstream, it is not included in the mainstream media.

"permit!"

"I'll do my best, but the final result still depends on the jury."

The balding middle-aged white man is the famous New York District Attorney, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone, and the African-American is his assistant prosecutor.

Their prosecutors claim to be impartial, but in this judicial system, what they rely on is definitely not simply how the law should be. It has to be swayed by the winning rate and the pressure of public opinion.

Once you are prosecuted, you must win the case as much as possible, otherwise you would rather not prosecute, or directly exchange the lightest charge for the other party to plead guilty, so as to resolve this troublesome matter.

"you!"

Dr. Edward Oster glared at Chuck: "When a doctor practices medicine, it is inevitable that the patient will die!"

Chuck agreed.

Harvey, a man in a suit, banged his gavel, and after being serious, he immediately laughed out loud: "In the past, whether in school or in a law firm, even though I was invincible in every moot court, I always wanted to be a

It was a judge’s mistake once, and this time I finally got my wish.”

Not to mention having his own private lawyer, who was specifically responsible for this. He didn't even have to open his mouth. One after another he committed a heinous crime, and under the eloquence of the barrister, he was acquitted and escaped the blame based on his ability.

, how could you choose to cooperate?

The defense lawyer supported his client, who was still shaking, and then said to his real opponent, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone: "Listen, Stone, you will never win this case. You should know this very well, but

Going to court will damage Dr. Oster's reputation, so let's give up."

"Are you mistaken?"

"Stone, not even with all that testimony?"

The African-American prosecutor's assistant smiled bitterly.

Chuck looked at Ben Stone expressionlessly: "As long as your thoughts don't slip."

"..."

"We are talking about death caused by alcoholism and medical practice. It is not an accident or a situation that cannot be saved."

"As Dr. Wolfe said, for any ordinary person, with such conclusive personal and material evidence, the outcome has already been doomed."

"good."

"If you were an ordinary person and had evidence like this, what would you do?"

"He's right!"

After Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone was stunned for a moment, he walked directly to the defendant's seat and sat down, explaining: "No one is more suitable to simulate the defendant than us. After all, we have handled this case throughout the whole process. We are the most familiar with it, and Edward

·Oster’s defense lawyer is also an ‘old friend’ of ours.”

The African-American assistant prosecutor took another look at Chuck, who was sitting calmly in their seat. He felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to ask again, 'Can he imitate our prosecutor well?', but the words came to his lips.

Unable to speak.

He also understands the miraculousness of Detective Chuck, so it’s better not to humiliate himself.
Chapter completed!