New York Police Department Building!

At this moment.

Sitting in the interrogation room, Peter Parker was still wearing a Spider-Man uniform, but had no headband.

after all……

He had just escaped from the semi-numb and ecstatic state, but when he came to his senses, he found that his feet were now being cobbled, even his hands were so, and his whole body was even arranged in a tiger bench.

WTF?

"Dong!"

“…”

Peter Parker came back to his senses and watched a photo in front of him, a photo of a public telephone booth taken by an ATM in a place in Queens yesterday.

Sitting opposite was the Dahei of the Special Operations Force.

"Tell me."

Big Hei wrapped his arms around: "You are the person in this photo, you are the first aid call you made."

Peter opened his mouth.

Dahei said directly: "Don't think about quibbling. We have cross-compared the data of the emergency phone number. At that time, you were the only one who used that phone number."

Peter looked up at Dahei and frowned: "I don't understand."

By the way, how did I come here?

Peter was still thinking about finding a question in his mind, and he seemed to have no idea how the turbulent things outside were in the short time he was brought back to the present.

Dahei ignored Peter and took out the photos one by one. All were related photos of several cases that failed in the New York Police Department under Spider-Man's intervention.

Peter continued to be confused.

Dahei directly told Peter about the cases related to these photos, and then mixed in it and said: "It was the first aid call you called yesterday. Let's get into the trap you designed."

Said.

Dahei didn't plan to give Peter a little time to react, pointing to these photos: "We already have enough evidence, aren't you going to admit these things?"

Peter looked up, opened his mouth, and then nodded after a moment of silence.

Next second.

Peter quickly filtered Dahei's words just now, and glared at Dahei and said, "Wait, what does it mean that I designed it? I didn't design it at all."

The corner of Dahei's mouth was arced: "Is that so? You didn't say that just now."

"What?"

"not understand?"

Dahei pointed to the recorder placed on the desktop, nodded and said, "You have confessed just now."

Peter was stunned.

What does it mean that I confessed.

I'm telling you where Dr. Lizard is, what I designed it, and what it is all about.

Sitting next to Big Black, Xiao Hei from the District Inspection Office looked at Peter: "Mr. Parker, if you are willing to confess your guilt, we District Inspection Office will be willing to make a very good deal with you."

The history of the District Inspection Office and the suspects in dealing with each other for many years.

For example, if you voluntarily plead guilty, the district prosecutor will consider reducing the sentence or something, or if a drug dealer confesses to the boss behind the scenes, he probably doesn't need to go to jail.

After all, it is quite annoying for the territorial prosecutor to go to court, because when he arrives in court, it is not the territorial prosecutor who has the final say, but the jury who has the final say.

Moreover, this matter is a bit special, and it would be appropriate if it could be resolved as soon as possible.

The prosecutor Xiao Hei handed Peter a newly printed plea agreement and said directly: "If you sign this plea agreement, we will only accuse you of second-degree murder, ten years in prison, and five years of bail, how about it?"

Listening to this sentence, Peter looked at Xiao Hei in disbelief: "I'm helping you."

Prosecutor Xiao Hei said to himself: "If you are unwilling to sign, first-degree murder charges and thirteen charges are indispensable. We have law enforcement officers who die and the death penalty will be something we may fight for."

"What?"

At this moment.

Hurry!

Two black cars parked at the entrance of the New York Police Department building. Then, a group of five people, including men and women, walked out of the car. The leader was a middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a pure Italian custom-made suit, looking like he was not angry and powerful.

Ron Trott!

Trote Law Firm is a family member, graduated from Yale Law School. The Trote Law Firm he runs is ranked among the top three in New York City, even in the entire federal government.

And his team members are also top notch.

Tom Nixon, blonde, young, honest, born and raised in Nebraska, is naturally able to please all kinds of jurors and judges.

Alden Tule is an excellent debate expert. She can handle the most complex court debates, and her skills in summoning and interrogating witnesses are also extremely experienced.

Ron Trott and his team have only one goal, making money, and always only letting wealthy people take on cases. In just a few years, they have almost become the least opponent that the New York District Court inspector is reluctant to face.

Dong!

Ron Trott led his team into the building and said in a deep voice to the receptionist at the front desk: "Where is he?"

The front desk was confused.

"Ronn!"

Alden, a female lawyer on the team, hung up the phone and shouted to her elders: "They are here."

Rongen turned around and looked.

Outside, one after another of media vehicles began to pull over.

Ron looked at the blonde Tom next to him.

Tom Nixon, who was in charge of going to the court and was very pleasing to the jury, took over the words just now, showed his business card directly to the front desk, and said to the somewhat confused front desk: "Tom Nixon, Rong Yen Law Firm, I'm here to meet our client, Peter Parker, or, in your words, Spider-Man."

front desk:"……"

Rong En has already walked out of the General Administration building with his team's black lawyer.

The moment I took it out,

Several media that arrived first quickly handed the microphone to Lawyer Rongen.

"Mr. Trott, it is true that you will be a Spider-Man attorney?"

"Mr. Trott, is it convenient to say a few words?"

“Ronn…”

I have always liked to show off in front of the media and expand my influence, so that more wealthy people can pay attention to their Rong's attention. I am not panicked at all in the face of the camera, raised my hands high and pressed them twice.

The noisy sound gradually disappeared.

After the noisy sound gradually disappeared, Lawyer Ron Trott directly stared at the microphone and camera in front of him, and began his own performance...

Pooh.

It's condemnation!

"I feel very angry and disgusted by the Municipal Government of New York, the District Attorney's Office, and the embarrassment and persecution of my client!"

Rong started by directly pointing the finger at the African mayor and the local prosecutor's office that had submitted a statement to the court almost at the end of the press conference: "The trial should have been held in the court with a jury, but as a result, what we saw and what they did, it seems that the trial has been held on TV!"

"My client has no lawyer present!"

"It wasn't in the court of any judge!"

"There is even more no witness to the jurors."

"What do they have?"

Lawyer Ron Trott looked around the media in front of him, with a steady tone and loud voice: "They have nothing, and some are just an abuse of rights. The mayor's office and the district prosecutor said that my client was 100% guilty. Then I tell you that Mr. Peter Parker is not a criminal, and he cannot be a criminal. If you hear it clearly, Peter Parker is not innocent, nor is he 100% innocent, but innocent, 100% innocent."

This is his defense goal.

Didn’t your mayor’s office say that Peter Parker is guilty? Well, then I’ll defend my innocence. No, I’m a completely 100% innocent person. After all, innocence cannot apply for compensation to New York City.

After Rong's words were finished, the media were infuriated.

Some people quickly called their newspapers.

Some media people even directly targeted Rong En and continued to ask questions.

"Mr. Trott, is Spider-Man's name Peter Parker?"

"Mr. Trot..."

"Trot..."

Unfortunately, after saying his speech, Rong En turned around and walked into the New York General Administration again.

With a clang.
To be continued...