"Damn it, you black people never need sleep?" Edward angrily lifted the quilt and rushed into the living room. The TV was on at this time and the morning news was being broadcast.

"It's already seven o'clock in the morning. Hurry up and wash up and try my butter scrambled eggs!" Chris said with a smile.

"...Well, it seems that you are really energetic, and I didn't even feel asleep. I just felt that my eyes were awakened by the news on the TV as soon as I closed my eyes."

"Legendary: Jews always have one eye when they sleep. Even the sound of a copper coin falling on the wool carpet can wake you up immediately. But I see why you are like a hibernating grizzly bear, and you always can't sleep enough?"

"God knows." Edward muttered to brush his teeth.

"Our country has been in a lot of trouble recently." Sitting at the dining table, he listened to TV news while drinking coffee.

"Look, either the Pueblo reconnaissance ship was detained by people from Cao County, or the Embassy in Saigon was attacked by the Vietnamese Communist Party in the middle of the night. It has been more than a month since the incident and is still chattering. I really don't understand. The two countries across the Pacific have no grudge against us, so why do you have to run over and shoot? "

"Probably because politicians wanted to make some political capital for themselves, but found that the loss was not worth it? I think Lyndon Johnson would definitely not be able to be re-elected." Chris agreed.

"Re-election?" Edward snorted, "If he still has some shame, he should issue a statement to withdraw from the next election. Damn, what is this country like in his hands?! Hey, hey, buddy, look, look!"

The two of them quickly left the dining table with their coffee cups and sat steadily on the sofa the next second.

Although Edward proposed the strategy of making things bigger through the media to force the prosecution back to the court, and implemented it personally last night, he was really unsure of the effect.

Western journalist!

What a magical species.

He is known as the uncrowned king and runs faster than anyone else when there is news. Last night, I deliberately made big news. Now it’s up to these professionals to fan the flames.

"This is CBS Morning News. Yesterday, our ace reporter Mike Wallace sent a report back from the front of New Haven, which seems to indicate that Yale's student movement does not look as unbearable as the government previously thought. These young legal elites have not forgotten their own obligations and responsibilities while pursuing their rights."

"They are clamoring for the judicial injustice that minorities suffer."

"Now let's take a look at the background information of Dami Nizo, the main suspect in Barbara's disappearance."

The TV screen cuts from the blonde news announcer to Dami's photo.

"This face, tsk tsk..." Edward sighed: "CBS is so omnipresent. Maybe he didn't sleep all night last night. He drew all the information and social relationships between Ferriche and Dami. Look at this face. If I were David Coppola, he would invite him to audition now."

"The jury will love this face, full of innocence and kindness."

"Yes, humans and animals are harmless."

"Humans and animals are harmless..." Chris smacked his lips. "It's such an appropriate word. Are you working hard to become a justice?"

"Of course!" Edward shrugged.

The US Supreme Court judge is a magical species. He is not only proficient in law, but also has high attainments in literature, history and philosophy. The verdict of the Federal Supreme Court has always been regarded as one of the most beautiful and logical and philosophical writing works of this era.

I changed several channels in a row, and the ones I saw were the photo of the pure and lovely head.

"The media really... indeed knows what people want to see the most." Chris took a sip of coffee and disagreed. "The suspect in the murder case, but he has a naive baby face. Is there any better contrast to attracting people's attention than this?"

"Ha, I think Dami should be able to receive ad endorsements and courtship letters from Crazy Girls. I'll get the newspaper, and I guess the print media should have news."

"It's already brought it, right there." The big black man said lazyly, "It seems that your idea is quite successful this time. The prosecutor is afraid that he will be forced to return to the court they tried hard to avoid."

"The battle has just begun!" Edward shook his head. "We two rookies are going to deal with the elites of the Ministry of Justice, and my damn fbi slut in the dark!"

"You have a high opinion of your opponent."

"We must despise ourselves strategically, and pay attention to it tactically!" Edward said casually.

"This is what the leader of the East is saying." Surprisingly Chris knew the origin. "The guy from the Black Panther Party gave me a few red booklets. I'm fine and I'm looking at it. I think it's very interesting."

"So, why not fight an unprepared battle and work after eating."

"I feel like you are a slave owner." Chris muttered

"Hahaha, my ancestor is Sherlock! If you talk a little longer, I will cut off a pound of flesh from your pectoralis major muscle, and ensure that the weight of a grain is not bad, and no drop of blood is flowing!"

"Can you do it?" The big black man looked at him squintly, full of disdain and distrust. This statement was obviously contrary to common sense.

"It's simple. Either use a red-hot knife to cut a small piece of scale, cut a small piece of scale, and finally make up a pound of weight. Anyway, the loan note says that it is 'cut a pound of meat' and does not specifically indicate the whole piece. This thing is called a thousand cuts in the ancient East."

"God! You are simply a devil!"

"There are also simpler and more technological methods, pour liquid nitrogen on your pectoralis major muscle, which is more than minus 200 degrees enough to freeze your blood like a stone, and then chisel it down little by little with a small hammer!"

"God, you are the devil!"

"Just know, work quickly!" Edward smiled grimly, and his stomach muttered, "Watermelon fried chicken and grape flavor is enough for Fenda!"

"Damn it, this sausage is really bad..." After roughly reading the news, the two returned to the table and continued to have breakfast. Edward forked up a fried strip and muttered it into his mouth.

I had an activity in my heart again, "Is this tmd Vienna sausage? This elastic and weird taste is just a thing called ham sausage? I seemed to buy 50 cents a piece in my last life. I often bought it when I was in school to satisfy my cravings, until one day I saw a rich neighbor feeding this dog..."

"Industrialization allows most people to eat 'sausages', which is good." Chris is not that picky in this regard.

"You call this thing sausage? You don't even have a basic casing! Oh, that disgusting plastic skin is a packaging, you can't swallow it. Don't look at me like this! You actually naively call it sausage? Sausage without casing is like... like, a monk with a moxie-dried head, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Look, from the inside out, it's a mixture of corn starch, plant protein powder and unknown suspicious animal body tissues! It's true!"

"Monk?" Chris was stunned

"...It's the kind and kind vegan religious who is very kind and peaceful. He is extremely pious, and is characterized by his lack of hair on his head and obedience. At least you shouldn't have heard of monks terrifying activities such as bombings and assassination. If Buddhism can have half of the Protestant believers in the United States, world peace is just around the corner."

No matter how much I complain, I can only stuff it into my throat. Chris is right. This is the result of large-scale industry. Because compromise with costs makes it taste like feed. At least the protein inside is real, and to be honest, Miligan's food hygiene system is still fair.

This thing will definitely not kill people and will not cause diarrhea. However, long-term consumption will cause psychological problems such as depression, depression, world-loathing and even revenge on society.

The root cause of the abuse of psychotropic drugs among the American people is that the "feed" produced by large industries is too unpalatable.

"But I can have something good tonight." Chris said leisurely.

"Damn it, you mean to use this terrible thing to provoke me! But I have to remind you that it's spring break now!"

"Haha, believe it or not, I will withdraw from Dami's case right now."

"I was wrong... Damn it. I knew I shouldn't have asked you to eat the braised pork I made!"

Chris once disliked Edward's carefully cooked braised pork, and even criticized it as witchcraft when he fryed the sugar color.

But then, he almost finished the pot of meat alone, and it was a full ten pounds!

At that moment, Edward finally understood how this guy's body, which looked like an m60 tank, grew up.

...

Located on Captain Vincent Bruton Street, Freddy Building is the best office building nearby.

Two middle-aged white men wearing suits and vests were each holding their arms in front of the glass curtain wall. This is the 19th floor of the building. The view is wide, not far away, looking out for the green green of the park. The weather is still cold, but with green patches coming into view, it seems that spring is not far away

The core of New York is Central Park on Manhattan Island, while the core area of ​​Brooklyn is Outlook Park.

"What's going on?" Solomon Bloomheim was a little annoyed. He had just turned off the TV in the office angrily. Several major TV stations took turns to broadcast the solemn protests and strong condemnations of Yalefa students - in Edward's words, this is Dou E's injustice that happened in the New World.

As an assistant prosecutor in the New York City Attorney's Office, he is only 35 years old this year, and he is proud of his business ability. He started to handle cases independently as soon as he took office, and he handled major cases. This is a treatment that other colleagues can't meet. As for how it was done, it doesn't have to be made public.

Anyway, everyone has some idea.

It is precisely for this reason that FBI's special agent Stan Gordon found Solomon, and the two hit it off and began to attack the brothers Ferriche and Nizo.

"I finally got around the New York City Police Department and the New York State District Attorney's Office and got this case! Didn't you say that you could suppress the media in the entire New York State with the help of 'Mary's influence!"

"Pay attention to your words!" Stan Gordon looked around with a nervous expression.

"Don't worry, this is the territory of the Federal Prosecutor's Office. No matter how powerful the 'Mary' is, she wouldn't dare to openly eavesdrop."

"Shut up! You don't know how horrible he is!" Stan Gordon's tone began to become stern. "Don't listen to these rumors of storm and talk big, this will kill you. Others don't know your background, but I understand! But I want to warn you that if you provoke him, you will disappear from the world. Your elders with large backgrounds will not only not stand up for you, but will be glad that the matter is over! They are completely safe!"

"Mary" is an ordinary female English name, but at this time, it represents an unknown rebellion.

If Edward knew, he would definitely exclaim inexplicable words such as "Big News! Criticize".
Chapter completed!