the next day.

Mark, sitting in his office, looked at at least a dozen newspapers placed on his desk with different media expressionless face.

Debbie stood opposite.

quite a while.

Debbie looked at Mark who had retracted his gaze from the newspaper and immediately said, "Boss, these are the media people who have been dancing happily these days."

Mark nodded and looked around again.

New York Daily News.

New York Times.

Wall Street Journal.

Political and Economic News.

...

There are no newspapers above.

The sources of these more than a dozen newspapers that appeared on Mark's desktop are all small transparent people among the media tycoons in New York.

These tabloids usually attract the attention of everyone with all kinds of extreme gazes.

Check out the various reports on this.

【How many more do we have under the Patriot plan?】

[How many unjust cases have occurred in the FBI? Let's take a look at them together.]

[Phing law enforcement, the FBI has once again set the record.]

[Take people in from abroad and then sue others for smuggling? List of various magical law enforcement operations in FBI.]

...

God can still forgive evil.

But what if I was trying hard to die?

Mark's mouth slightly curved.

These tabloids have no vision at all. Do any newspapers with some weight take this matter as if it does not exist or report it?

I danced so happily, for fear that others wouldn't notice it, right?

Mark smiled coldly.

quite a while.

Mark looked up at Debbie and said, "Have these newspapers the chief executives and the reporters who wrote these reports found it?"

Debbie nodded.

Finding someone is Debbie's strength.

However, Debbie still pointed to the front page headline on the top of the table called Queen Jade Weekly, saying, "Boss, this newspaper said that we have already planned to take revenge. Will we take action now?"

Mark interrupted directly: "Revenge? How many tabloids need to use the FBI?"

"……That?"

"How many companies found out that they were suspected of tax evasion?"

"Three families."

"Which are there any suspected illegal employment of illegal black accounts?"

“Five families.”

"How many office locations have safety hazards?"

“Six.”

"How many are in Queens?"

"Three families."

Mark looked up and smiled coldly, "Do you still need to ask? Those who evade taxes will be handed over to the IRS, those who hire illegal immigrants will be handed over to the IRS and the Immigration Bureau, those who have safety hazards will be handed over to the New York Police Department, and those who have Queens..."

Mark said, glanced at the Queens Jade Weekly whose name appeared above and smiled, "Leave these three Queens to Jin and deal with it, the other two don't matter, but I want to see this Jade Weekly, shut up forever."

Debbie nodded quickly and answered, ready to walk out the door.

Mark glanced at the screen of the phone where a text message came and then stopped Debbie.

quite a while.

Mark pinched his cell phone and asked, "Ivan Vanke's bail hearing is today?"

Debbie turned around and looked at her watch and nodded, "Yes, it should be Chuck's turn now."

"Who is the judge in charge of this case?"

"Judge Carey, our old friend."

“Not now.”

"……What?"

Mark threw the phone directly to Debbie.

Debbie took it and looked at it.

The sender of the message was federal prosecutor Chuck. The text message only had one sentence. Judge Carey's car was stolen, and the judge who started the trial today was Connor.

After seeing the replacement judge, Debbie also looked up at Mark.

Most judges in the federal court have good cooperative relationships with the FBI.

But this Connor was exceptional.

It cannot be said that Judge Connor would be unfair, just because of some adult events, Judge Connor does not have much favorable feelings for the FBI.

Judge Connor's only son was shot dead on the spot when he tried to arrest him for selling Elysia in 1998.

This is the ex's pot.

But it is obvious that Judge Connor doesn't think so.

Every time Chuck decides to file a lawsuit against a federal suspect, he tries to avoid Connor.

After all, Chuck, who had just succeeded as a prosecutor, refused to file a lawsuit against the federal agent for manslaughter.

Therefore.

Debbie looked at Mark with some concern.

Mark shrugged, "This is not right. I originally thought that Kairi, who has always favored us, would suddenly promise Ivan Vanke's bail to arouse the target's alertness, but now, it seems that they are more anxious than us."

Debbie's eyes rolled.

Finally, it's right to think about it.

During the period when Judge Kairi tried the suspect's suspect in federal cases, he rarely agreed to the suspect's bail.

Even if there is.

The minimum amount of bail starts at five digits.

Then.

Mark put away Debbie's handed over and said, "Is it in the federal court in the East Side?"

Debbie nodded.

Next second.

Buzz!

Debbie blinked and looked at Mark who had disappeared directly in front of him and was silent.

After a long time.

Debbie simply walked straight to the living room while thinking about the various benefits the boss promised to give him.

Maybe I should ask for one for Riven too.

Debbie thought about her current girlfriend (boyfriend) and felt a heat in her heart...

Federal Court.

Hall 3!

After Mark showed his ID, a bailiff standing at the door gently opened a gap.

Mark walked in.

Wow.

There were already many people sitting in the seats at the audience.
To be continued...