For Raymond Fox, May 1st was an ordinary day.

That morning, it took him only twenty minutes to confront a fledgling defense lawyer in court without any expression; in less than an hour, the judge ended the trial and threw the other party's client into prison, and the waiting for that guy... would undoubtedly be the maximum sentencing.

Maybe the defense lawyer will remember this case and the humiliation of this day for the rest of his life, but Raymond certainly won't.

As the "youngest Chief Prosecutor of the Federal Department of Justice in history", this level of "victory" was not even an appetizer in his opinion.

Raymond's "excellence" is obvious to all and well-known.

At the age of 40, he was born in an ordinary middle-class family. His family has no official background. He relied on his own efforts to climb up step by step from a small lawyer and sat down to his current position when he was thirty-six. If nothing unexpected happens, before he was fifty, he would be able to take the record of "the youngest attorney general of the Federal Ministry of Justice in history."

In The Hague, the "main of justice", Raymond's story is simply an inspirational example. Many law school lecturers regard him as a positive example and ask students to learn from this senior role model. The records he broke in his job, especially the amazing "conviction rate", are beyond the reach of his peers.

It was such a person who immediately had an idea after experiencing the "Supreme Court Attack" at noon today.

And he quickly put this idea into action.

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In the afternoon, at 1:20, a police station in The Hague City.

"Since you understand the rules, don't make things difficult for me anymore. Ray (ray, the abbreviation of raymond)." A middle-aged agent was blocking Raymond, putting his hands on his hips, lowering his head slightly, and saying helplessly, "I have made an exception to reveal this guy's identity to you. You should also know that this kind of 'wanted resistance member' is not something we should care about... FCPs has just said hello to us. Their people are already on the road now and will arrive at any time. When they arrive, they will pick them up directly. It has nothing to do with us next."

"Listen to yourself, Berry, you are now like the bureaucrat you hate the most at the time." Raymond and the Inspector were obviously quite familiar with each other. Both sides called each other by name rather than surname, and their tone was unceremonious when they spoke, but with a rare sincerity.

"Yes, maybe I'm a damn bureaucrat now." Bailey seemed a little annoyed, and he breathed out of his nostrils, raised his hand to touch his already bald scalp, and responded impatiently, "If this makes you give up, I can try it... If you don't think it's enough, I can become more bureaucratic."

Raymond turned his head, stroked his nose and chin, paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, then adjusted his tone, and said, "Okay... I apologize, Berry, I said the wrong thing; but you have to understand that this case is really important, and this may be a breakthrough..." As he said this, he stopped again and looked around.

At this moment, they were standing in an aisle in the police station. There were many people coming and going around and the environment was noisy. Since everyone was very busy, no one was paying attention to them.

Even so, Raymond deliberately lowered his voice before saying the following words: "Listen, we all know what the federal government is today..." He said, pointing to the floor with a powerful move, "Those 'big people' are always doing this - they directly take away those 'people who make different voices' and 'evaporate on earth'; they do not go through judicial procedures, regardless of the public's doubts, and always use 'authority to stipulate that you have no right to know, and we have no right to disclose' as a reason..."

Speaking of this, he took a half step forward, his voice lowered a little, almost saying to Bailey with the volume of whispering: "It is because they always use these shit to fool everyone, that the federal government is becoming less and less credible, and the authority of the judicial system has been questioned again and again... It is because of this that the people nowadays can easily believe the rumors online, but they cannot believe the results of our work..."

"What the hell do you want to say?" Bai Rui asked with a frown.

"What I want to say is... this is a chance." Raymond responded in a deep voice, "You also saw that guy. He was a complete terrorist; there was no fingerprint on his finger, and there was no panic or fear before and after being arrested; he had the ability to bring things like a bazooka into the city, or even to the door of the Supreme Court, but did not use it to attack the crowd, but blew up the Statue of Justice in broad daylight..." He calmed down and continued, "Watch the mind of your senior detective, think about it for a moment, Berry... This guy must have thought from the beginning that he would be arrested. He acted so high-profilely, and there was room for negotiation with him...

"Instead of asking the FCPs people to take him to a place where he knows, torture him and finally kill him, it is better to hand him over to me; I can turn this incident into a 'public trial', like the people and the media to prove us, so that they can regain their confidence in the judiciary..."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice rose unknowingly.

Before he could finish listening, Bore interrupted him: "Okay, okay, I understand all you said, but even if I agree to let you in and see him now, what can you do?"

When he said this half of his sentence, or when he said the word "even if", Raymond knew that he had successfully convinced the other party.

"You also said that this guy is a terrorist. It is difficult to gain the trust of such a person in a short period of time, let alone let him cooperate with you." Bai Rui continued, "Let's take a step back... Even if you really reach some kind of agreement with him, when the FCPs people come, they will ask for someone, and can anyone stop him?"

"You don't have to worry about this. I'll find a way, but first you have to let me in and see him." Raymond said, looking down at his watch. Although this action is actually meaningless, it did put pressure on Bai Rui psychologically. "As long as I'm asking me to chat with him for a while before the FCPs person comes, I will have a way to make it happen."

Bai Rui didn't say anything else, he lowered his head and fell into hesitation...

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Chi—Chi—

The electronic door of the detention room opened and closed again.

Then, Raymond, who was wearing a suit and shiny hair, walked in with a briefcase that looked super expensive.

At this time, Lance was sitting at a table wearing a pair of handcuffs; the table was fixed to the ground, and there was a circular metal buckle on one side of the table to lock the chain of the handcuffs.

After Raymond entered the house, his sight immediately met Lance, but he did not speak immediately.

He first looked at the other party with a firm look for a few seconds before speaking: "Hello, Mr. Lance, for the first time, I am Prosecutor Raymond Fox."

"Ha..." Lance looked at him and sneered, "Hello, Mr. Prosecutor, I can't get up and shake hands with you."

"Call me Ray if you want." Raymond said in a casual tone and sat down on the chair opposite Lance.

"Okay, Ray, but don't call me James." Lance's tone also seemed relaxed; he didn't ask why the other party knew his name, because it was not a problem at all.

"Then I'll call you...Mr. Lance." Raymond responded.

After saying that, he was silent for a few more seconds. Even though the time was already very urgent for him, he still took a stance of being slow.

"Then... let's talk about the serious business." A few seconds later, Raymond said again, "Mr. Lance, do you know your situation at this moment?"

"I know." Lance smiled, "But the question is... Lei, do you know your situation at this moment?"

Raymond's expression did not change much. He ignored the other party's rhetoric and continued, "Mr. Lance, I hope you understand that I am here to help you."

"Lee, I also hope you understand that I have also attended law school before. If I am interested, I am the one sitting in your position now." Lance continued, "So... don't say nonsense to me 'I'm here to help you'. You and I know that the frequency of this words popping out of a lawyer is roughly the same as that of a certain male actor saying 'I'm going to ejaculate', and the latter is more credible."

His yellow-tongued metaphor disrupted the rhythm of Raymond's negotiations and made Lei's thinking slow for a moment.

But Raymond quickly adjusted his emotions and thoughts and continued to say, "So that's it... Since you are an expert, I don't need to explain what will happen soon, right?"

"Of course," Lance replied, "The FCPs people must be on the road now. When they arrive, they will pick me up." He paused for a moment, suddenly showed a perverted and crazy smile, staring at Raymond, "So... if you want to ask me for help, you can only take advantage of the time."

"I... want your help?" Raymond finally smiled, but unfortunately he also sneered, "This joke is not funny."

"Hahahaha..." But Lance smiled, his smile was sickly and happy, "It was not a joke, why is it funny?" He suddenly put away his smile again, imitated the other party's tone just now, and continued word by word: "'I hope you understand, I, yes, come, help, you,' Lei."

"It seems that I'm too optimistic..." Two seconds later, Raymond sighed lightly, showed a disappointed expression, and got up and left the seat, and walked towards the door, "...I thought you were a person who could communicate normally, but you were just a simple perverted lunatic... Tell me, wasting my time."

After saying this, he had already walked to the door.

"I bet on one eye. In less than twenty seconds, you will come back and continue talking to me." Lance said confidently while sitting leisurely, looking at his back.

Before he finished speaking, Raymond went out.

However, in less than half a minute, he opened the door and turned back, and quickly walked to Lance: "Okay... I can only say, I hope you really have the value I expected...Mr. Lance."

"Don't worry, you and I can definitely stage a good show," Lance continued.

"So... you already know what I'm going to do?" Raymond looked suddenly and stared at Lance.

"I not only know what you are going to do, but also why you are doing this..." Lance continued in a playful tone, "Maybe you will say something like 'reshaping the image of the government and regaining confidence in the judiciary' in front of others, but your real intention is undoubtedly to get promoted and make money...

"You are a smart man, Ray, but like most 'smart man', you are a typical egoist.

"A industry elite like you must have a very keen sense of politics... You will appear here not because you have any lofty ideals, but because you smell opportunities and interests.

"What I did today at the entrance of the Hague court has extremely distinct symbolic significance and a large number of witnesses can testify; at this moment, media outlets must have flocked to it, and in the city of The Hague, it is not difficult to find passers-by who are willing to talk big in front of the camera.

"Even if the federal side can control the media afterwards, it is difficult for them to control those passers-by who can't wait to post videos or pictures to social media... This is the case in the Internet age. Although news can be suppressed and the truth can be distorted, it is difficult to completely cover up the point of "thing happened".

"To sum up, I, a guy who blows up the "Goddess of Justice", will definitely become a topical person for at least the next period of time.

"And you... Raymond Fox just wants to use me as a stepping stone, directing a "Judgement of the Century".

"You want to fool me and say that I will die anyway. It is more decent than dying in the trial room of FCPs, to be subjected to an "open and fair trial" in court; if you look optimistic, I may even have a glimmer of hope in court.

"But in fact, you just want to use me to stand in the spotlight and get more political chips; when you achieve your goal, you will kick me away and promote my death penalty as soon as possible.

"When all this is settled, I am lying in the coffin, but you can be promoted to the top, reach the top, and hold your model mistress and enjoy the new villa with you.

"Ha...don't look at me with that surprised look. This is not something that is hard to see: your left ring finger shows that you got married very early, at least your fingers were not as thick as they are now; and some traces on your high-priced custom wool suit show that you have often had close contact with a woman much younger than you recently. Just from the traces on your left elbow, you can guess her height and what kind of manicure she has done...

"Anyway, I suggest you be careful. You may not be as cautious as you think. Your wife may have discovered your affairs, just to endure it so that the children can grow up in a complete family..."

"Enough!" Finally, Raymond couldn't bear it anymore and stopped talking, but every word was a real mockery, "Since you have calculated everything, do we still need to continue talking?"

"Yes," said Lance. "Didn't I say it? 'I'm here to help you'." He tilted his head and signaled to the other party's briefcase. "Let's go down according to your plan... Hurry up and draft a private entrustment agreement protected by the Fourth Amendment of the Federal Law. As long as I sign this agreement, and you use the function of the "Chief Prosecutor" to initiate the motion of Article 1418, e, subsection 7 of the Federal Law, then the person in the FCP will no longer be able to touch me."

Nowadays, Raymond seems to have become the one who is led by the nose. On the one hand, he was amazed that the boy opposite seemed to be more familiar with the legal regulations than his chief prosecutor. On the other hand, he did quickly open the briefcase and took out a "print pen (invented and quickly became popular in the mid-22nd century; it was said that it was a pen, but it actually had no writing function, it was just a metal rod with a slit in the middle, which could be folded when not in use, and it was slightly longer than the width of A4 paper after it was unfolded. After the print pen was connected to any smart computer device, it could be printed. When using it, it first confirms that there is toner in the "toner head" at both ends of the metal rod, then embed the bottom of the paper into the gap of the metal rod, and then wait for it to pass by itself, and the printing can be completed)", connected to the i-pen Bluetooth, and then began to prepare the contract.

At this moment, a few knocks suddenly came from the door, and Inspector Bai Rui's voice came from outside the door: "Lei, the person from FCP has arrived at the parking lot. No matter what you are doing inside, it's better to hurry up."

"Damn it!" Raymond couldn't help but curse because he knew that it should be too late; even if he used the existing standard contract in the electronic document to modify it, it would take about ten minutes to complete it, and then it would take another two minutes to print it out... But it would take three minutes to walk from the parking lot to this room.

"Ha..." Seeing the other party's insanity, Lance still smiled calmly, "By the way, you came back a little slowly just now."

"Ha?" This sentence has no beginning or end, and Raymond is focusing on revising the agreement again, and he didn't understand what Reims meant for a moment.

"I mean... I just bet with you that after you leave the room, you will come back within twenty seconds and then talk to me, but in the end you go back a little slowly. It took two or three seconds before you came in." Lance continued.

"Now is not the time to talk about these things..." Raymond didn't understand why the other party suddenly mentioned such an irrelevant thing again.

"No, no, no, now is the time to say this." Lance smiled, "As the saying goes, I'm willing to accept the loss..."

It's time to say it, it's time to go!

But seeing Lance suddenly reaching out and, within the range where the handcuffs allowed him to move, he barely grabbed a pen that Raymond had just taken out of his briefcase and was about to sign for him...

The next second, before Raymond could react, Lance had already grasped the pen firmly and stood it up; then, Lance raised his neck and thrust a hammer toward the erect pen tip, exploding his right eye.

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.Nine Heavens Divine Emperor
Chapter completed!