Three days later.
Washington, DC, Department of Justice.
Marcus's suspicion is because of the assassination of the president, which is a case of special nature and is not tried in ordinary courts.
Instead, he accepted Marcus's strong request and finally handed over to the Ministry of Justice for processing.
And there was no public trial, but only a small trial was held.
There were only three spectators in the audience.
Long Zhan and Memphis participated in the interrogation of Marcus as Marcus's friend, and the remaining one was Marcus's wife Anna.
The number of jury and presiding judges is very small, and each one is quite big.
There are officials from the Ministry of Justice and officials from the FBI.
"Crazy, crazy..."
With a roar of friction, it sounded.
Marcus, wearing a one-piece suit representing the prisoner, and wearing shackles and handcuffs, was pressed by two agents and walked into the interrogation room from outside.
"Can I uncuff my handcuffs?"
Marcus was almost tied up as a rice dumpling, but he was not at all discomfort or restrained.
During this period, he nodded to Long Zhan and Memphis respectively, expressing his gratitude to both of them, and also gave his wife a smile to comfort his wife Anna, who was restless there.
"sure!"
The bald judge who was in charge of the trial waved his hand, and the two agents escorted Marcus to take action together, removing the handcuffs from Marx.
Because Marcus was still wearing shackles, he was not afraid that he would make any demon moth.
After the two agents released Marcus's handcuffs, they turned around and left the interrogation room together.
The Justice Department official sitting on the left pointed to the bald head sitting in the presiding position and introduced: "This is the chief prosecutor Lucet, who is in charge of the presiding trial."
He pointed to the former bald middle-aged man opposite and said, "That is Brand, the director of the FBI."
Marcus just nodded, and said nothing.
"Sergeant Marcus, this is a pre-trial meeting held as you request. Although it is hindering my judgment, I still agree to the FBI's busy schedule."
Chief Prosecutor Lucet started briefly and then entered the process and said: "Marcus, from now on, you have 5 minutes to state."
Marcus pulled his shackles and rushed to the table in the middle step by step.
There is a desert painted sniper rifle that looks very delicate.
This is Marcus used as the main weapon in the army. He brought it back after retirement and often took it out to rob. The American Cheytac company M200, which has high accuracy, uses a 408-inch caliber sniper rifle.
Under the ideal situation, this gun can shoot at the human head at a distance of 2,000 meters without correction.
On July 13, 2004, Richard Marcovis, a former sniper of the US Navy Seals Special Forces, used this sniper rifle.
A standard steel target 2122 meters away was selected and continuous precision shots were performed. The first three shots were distributed within 42.2 cm.
This set a new world record!
This M200 was specially brought by Marcus. According to Johnson's request to him, he simulated the shooting scene and deduced the sniper rifle used by the killer.
After Marcus was framed, the gun became evidence of guilt and was taken away.
"This is my gun, and there is no doubt that you found it on the scene shortly after the assassination. I'm right."
Marcus looked at the interrogators, and Chief Prosecutor Lusai nodded as an answer.
Marcus continued: "Since then, this gun has been kept by the FBI and has never been touched, so that's fine."
"No, of course not." FBI director Brand answered yes.
"Have you ever shot it?" Marcus asked again.
“I have no reason to use it.”
Brand said, adding: "Although the bullets shot were damaged so that they could not be identified, the trace detection components were perfectly matched. It was the gun that was shot out. How can you explain it?"
"Yes, I fired the bullet, and this gun must be mine. But can this prove that I killed the person?"
Marcus said, looking at the person on the side and asked, "Agent Memphis, with the expertise you learned at the police academy, do you believe that I killed the Archbishop?"
"No, don't believe it." Memphis said without hesitation.
"Do you have any evidence of my killing of the Archbishop besides this gun?" Marcus asked again.
"No." Memphis shook his head.
"Then do you believe me?"
"Believe." Memphis nodded.
"First believe?"
Memphis said without even thinking about it: "Yes, firmly believe."
"very good!"
Marcus suddenly picked up the sniper rifle, picked up a live ammunition next to him for comparison and loaded it into the chamber, and pointed it at Memphis sitting aside.
"What do you want to do?"
"Put down the gun immediately!"
"Marcus, do you know the consequences of doing so?"
"Oh, God, don't!!"
...
Marcus suddenly made this move, which scared the jury and the presiding judges present, and even Anna was so scared that she covered her mouth and screamed.
Only Long Zhan and Mengfeis, who knew the direction of the plan, were still sitting there calmly.
Long Zhan even smiled and pointed: "If the distance you set is 2,000 yards, you should lower the gun if you want to blow up his head."
"This is 600 yards, there is no difference, there is only one thing that is whether I'm crazy or not."
After Marcus said that, he pulled the trigger, which scared the Chief Prosecutor Lucet and Brand both closed their eyes.
The plasma that was worried about being blown up flew into their eyes.
As a result, no head was blown out. Although the sniper rifle was indeed fired, it did not trigger the bullet's base fire, just a muffled sound.
The sound of a bolt hitting the barrel.
The door of the interrogation room was opened in a flash, and the two agents who had just left rushed in hurriedly, Marcus, who was preparing to make trouble in uniform suddenly.
However, just as the two were halfway through the charge, Chief Prosecutor Lucet raised his hand to stop him.
He smelled a different breath, and Marcus must have made sense of this.
Marcus immediately put the gun back on the table and spread his hands loudly twice to avoid excessive action from being nervous.
He began to explain: "I can be alone at home, fiddling with these weapons from morning to night, but whenever I go out, I will always replace the striker in the gun.
They look the same outside and need to be distinguished with a micrometer. The gun I have replaced with is definitely impossible to use for shooting.
Just like the gun I fired just now, the bullet could not be fired.
The warhead taken out of the Archbishop was indeed fired with my gun, but it was made by me using cans a week ago.
I have vowed to defend the dignity of this country, resist foreign invasions, and quell domestic struggles.
But what I never expected was that I would end my glorious mission in a way that was framed, which I could not accept.
Chapter completed!