"… who is the trial judge?"
"Your father, Judge Chris Lewis!"
“……”
Mark raised his forehead and glanced at his right hand to answer the blonde secret.
One second!
Bang!
Blonde secret looked at by vigorously door office looked around and blinked.
Then silently hit the attendance line and wrote that someone was late and left early …
In an hour!
Mark directly appeared at the door of the court, looked at the solemn appearance of the court building, took a deep breath directly and set out towards it.
After showing his own federal certificate and passing through the security checkpoint, Mark climbed the stairs directly to the fifth floor and appeared at the door of the chief judge’s office.
Knock, knock, knock
"Come in!" Chris, who is signing a document with reading glasses, said with pride without looking up.
Mark pushed the door in and glared at Chris sitting behind the desk.
Maggi
He has seen all kinds of pits, such as pit dad, pit brother and pit mother.
But I have never seen a pit.
and
It’s not as simple as a pit. It’s like tying a parent to a barbecue grill and brushing the barbecue oil as a whole
He’s the seat of the FBI branch
Specializing in terror and all kinds of cruel and inhuman murderers
Put him on the witness stand?
Isn’t this telling those guys their names, photos and revenge?
And most importantly,
There are many witness seats for law enforcement officers of the FBI.
But the seat?
There are only a handful of witness seats in a giant court like Mark.
This is a personal vendetta
The naked kind!
Mark glanced behind the door of his office, and Chris, the court policeman, took the chair directly and said angrily, "You take me off the witness stand now."
Chris looked up at Mark and said directly, "This can’t be done."
"Do you want the terrorists to know my situation, and then RPG and rockets are aimed at our family?" Mark softened his tone and tried to reason with Chris.