Video bloggers in American comics

No amount of money can buy back a human life.

Although in the eyes of many politicians and people in power, this sentence is completely nonsense, in public perception, this is an iron law, a social perception that no one can shake.

From the perspective of the jury, the economic losses mentioned by General Fox are just a long list of figures that have nothing to do with them, and the losses are not on their heads anyway.

But at the end of the document, there is pale paper with a name in bold black.

Each one represents a fresh life.

Their empathy is aroused in this moment.

The moment the document was taken out, the mood in the courtroom changed.

Zhang Ming can clearly feel that he is now standing in the downwind.

Every rebuttal from Lawyer Freddy is like a sharp arrow shot into the strong wind. No matter how sharp the arrow is, it cannot really pierce the opponent's argument.

Legal clauses and evidence were laid out one by one. Freddie and the opposing lawyer argued hard and struggled to cope with the situation. The three-hour argument made everyone present feel exhausted.

Finally, after both sides made their concluding statements, the confrontational debate phase ended.

"...The above are all the legal terms involved in this case. I would like to ask all the gentlemen and ladies of the jury, do you understand your responsibilities and obligations? Do you still have doubts about some professional terms or have any other questions?"

The judge asked the jury members.

After confirming that no one did not understand, the judge adjourned the hearing.

Because the case involves superheroes, the U.S. military and S.H.I.E.L.D., for the sake of fairness and justice, all members of the jury were not allowed to leave the courtroom and were gathered in a large conference room.

Their responsibility is to determine the final penalty for Zhang Ming within two hours.

In the lounge, Zhang Ming's friends all came over.

When the court was in session, the sky was still bright and sunny, but now, night had already fallen. As usual, it was time to eat. Angela had prepared a tea break when she came, but no one had the appetite to eat.

"I have placed people on the jury. Unfortunately, the selection of jury members is done in collaboration between the Security Council and the military. Before the list is finalized, they themselves don't know who is there. Otherwise, if there are a few more people, as detectives

Their eloquence will definitely guide the jury's decision-making direction," Coulson said helplessly.

The American jury system requires that all members must pass before a final verdict can be made, but this requirement does not comply with this penalty.

Because of the special nature of the matter.

This time the jury members come from all walks of life, with a total of fifty-one. The rule they follow is that the minority obeys the majority, ensuring that the trial is concluded in one go.

It can be seen that the judicial authorities do not want to get involved in the overt and covert fighting between several major forces, and hope to end this matter as soon as possible and get rid of the relationship as soon as possible.

"No, it's my fault." Lawyer Freddy clenched his fists, "I should have considered this possibility! It was my negligence!"

Freddy was angry on the one hand because of his own negligence, and on the other hand he was going to be written into the law textbook - as a loser!

Zhang Ming clapped his hands and said, "What are you doing? You are all crying and mourning. Are you holding a memorial service for me? The final penalty has not been announced yet."

"The penalty is handed down, what do you do?" Steve asked.

"If it's a fine, I will pay it. If I go to jail..." Zhang Ming said bluntly: "I will run away."

"Ha! I'm good at this. If you decide, I'll help you design a route." Trevor patted his thigh and said with a smile.

Coulson sighed feebly, "Do you think it's appropriate to talk about absconding in fear of crime in a court of law, in front of me, a senior SHIELD agent?"

Colson's words made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere in the room finally became less serious.

A legal identity is very important to Zhang Ming, but it is not essential. Ordinary law enforcement officers cannot catch him, and most of the people who can really catch him are his friends.

Zhang Ming's biggest reason in this world is to make good-looking videos. Whether he is wanted or not has no effect on this, not to mention that he also has items such as clothes that can transform his appearance.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Ming went out to use the bathroom alone.

While the water was being poured, a person suddenly stood next to him.

The bathroom is empty. When men go to the bathroom, they usually don't get very close to others, let alone stare directly at them.

Zhang Ming felt uncomfortable looking at him. He turned his head and saw a smiling face.

"Lawyer Snake, what can I do?"

This man with a slightly obscene smile is General Fox's lawyer.

"Just speak Chinese. My surname is Zhang, and I'm still from the same family as you." Lawyer Zhang said in Chinese.

"I just wanted to ask in court, are you Chinese-American?"

"No, a native Chinese. I came from Shanghai to open a law firm a few years ago. When I saw you coming here just now, I just wanted to say hello to you. It's not easy to meet fellow countrymen abroad." Lawyer Zhang said, hurrying up.

He shook his lower body and then stretched out his right hand.

"Are you sure you want to shake hands now?"

Lawyer Zhang reacted, smiled sheepishly, and wiped his hands on his trousers.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Lawyer Zhang was still following me.

"Is there anything else?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I just said a lot...a lot of unpleasant things in court, but please believe me, I support you, you are a real hero, but this is my job. I hope that after the final sentence is handed down, you

do not blame me."

After listening to what Lawyer Zhang said, Zhang Ming turned his head slightly.

"You seem to think you have a winning chance."

"You also saw the reactions of the jury members when they left the court at the end. How could I lose? But don't worry, I will definitely become famous and have increased influence because of this lawsuit. When the time comes, I will find a way to appeal again and fight for you.

Commutation of sentence.”

Lawyer Zhang had a sincere expression when he spoke, and it was obvious that what he said was true. For such a real person, Zhang Ming gave up the idea of ​​continuing to criticize him and said, "I'll leave it to you then" and returned to

Your own lounge.

Angela is making coffee. There is still an hour before the results are announced, and they need plenty of energy.

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"I just met the other party's lawyer." Zhang Ming took the coffee handed over by Angela and said with a smile.

"There's nothing to be happy about."

"I don't know, but seeing his face, I always feel that we may not lose."

The conference room where the jury members sit.

"Then, the discussion is over and the voting session will begin immediately."

The decision the jury has to make is very simple, which is to determine whether the criminal facts are established and make a "yes" or "no" choice. Based on the criminal facts they judge, the judge announces the required penalty or acquits.

The SHIELD agent sitting in the crowd was holding a small piece of paper and was impatient. During the discussion just now, he tried to guide the situation many times, but...

The third man from the left by the window;

The first man behind the door;

The short-haired woman sitting in the middle;

They were all members of the military, and neither their numbers nor their testimonies were dominant. This agent, who had been given an important task, was in despair.

"Hello?"

Court staff came over. He was holding a transparent glass box and asked, "Have you finished writing?"

"It's written." The detective gritted his teeth and threw the small piece of paper with the "deny guilt" option inside.

Just like that, fifty-one small pieces of paper were put in a transparent glass box and placed on the table with a thud. The agent even came up with the terrible idea of ​​rushing up, smashing the box, and eating all the pieces of paper.

"The first one has..."

Before the teller finished reading "Guilty", he heard noise coming from outside, and someone could vaguely hear the name "Zhang Ming".

"What happened?" Everyone walked to the window.

Dozens of people gathered in front of the court. Some of them held signs, some held banners, and some wrote "protest" on their faces with oil paint. The detective saw clearly the words on the signs in their hands——

"They came to protest. They think Zhang Ming is innocent."

The helpless detective finally found a breakthrough. He pointed to the middle-aged woman holding a big white sign at the door of the court and said, "I recognize her. Her child was almost killed by hatred. It was Zhang Ming who saved her daughter!"

Everyone looked at each other with some hesitation. After all, they were trying a superhero who had saved New York many times.

The staff walked to the window to block their view.

"Okay sir, ladies, it's just a small protest march. This time we are trying a person with super powers. It will be a little different after all. Let's continue."

Everyone looked away and turned back to their seats. Only the detective was still standing by the window.

"Sir?" the staff asked multiple times.

Suddenly, the detective laughed, and the laughter got louder and louder.

"Sir, are you okay?" The staff member considered whether to ask him to go out.

"Small scale? Look at what's out there!"

As the detective watched, citizens from all corners of the street walked out silently one by one. They came to the door of the court and joined the "small team" of more than a dozen people.

One hundred... one thousand... five thousand...

There were more and more people, and in just a few minutes, nearly ten thousand people gathered in front of the court.

The more people there are, the quieter they are, sitting quietly and expressing their opinions silently.

At this time, someone from the jury finally spoke:

"That... guy in the wheelchair behind him is my colleague. If it weren't for Zhang Ming, he might not have lost a leg, but his entire life."

"That's my elementary school classmate..."

"That's the salesperson from the convenience store downstairs from my company..."

More and more protesters were recognized, and the jury members realized that there were so many people around them who had received help from Zhang Ming.

"Everyone, it's time for us to continue." The staff reminded.

Suddenly, a dark-skinned man who looked like he had been doing physical labor all year round raised his hand, "Excuse me...can I fill out the ballot again? I have a new idea."

"This..." The staff was embarrassed. According to the rules, this is not allowed.

"Me too." Another man raised his hand.

"Add me one."

"And I."

More and more people raised their hands, and the undercover agent breathed a sigh of relief. Although the vote hadn't been counted yet, everyone knew it.

The wind direction has changed.