"Ed, it's time for us to leave. That damn case made my head hurt. Don't try to avoid it and push me out alone." Chris frowned at the right time.

"During spring break, do you actually have to take on the case? Are you really planning to become an ugly elite who dominates the country, or become a part of the ugly?" Hansen mocked. This guy feels great now, full of passion and fighting spirit. The previous order and social rules made him feel suffocated, and naturally he has no good impression of all the superstructures of the United States.

"Tsk, the fighting spirit behind this guy is burning. I just don't know if I can turn into a horse?" Edward was delighted, "There's a door!"

"Haha, I don't have such good luck. N's news host, I'm unlucky. My friend was trapped by FBI and the New York District Attorney Federation. Now I'm forced to plead guilty! I have to do everything possible to protect his legitimate rights and interests. You have to know that he is completely innocent. But when facing the federal prosecutor and the FBI, this is the square of the federal government. And I'm just a student..."

"What?" Hansen jumped up when he heard this. Because he drank too much, he looked a bit like a bear in a circus. "How dare they do this?!"

"Just because my friend is Italian, FBI and the prosecutor want to do the McCarthy incident again. They even trample on the law. Unexpectedly, it has been almost 200 years since this great country won two world wars, but they are powerless to do anything about the ugliness inside!" Edward's face was full of pain.

This is a long time ago. It is impossible to touch several historical scars in the American people. Similar to the "reverse scale" in Chinese, the infamous McCarthy incident is one of them. Even if more than ten years have passed, the whole people still look like they knocked him over to the ground and stepped on one foot to make the girl never turn over. Now he deliberately poked the scar, which is to clearly poked the emotional g-point of Hansen and others.

"How many sins are hidden under this bright appearance!" Chris sighed. He had to say that his inherent black voice - thick and phlegm that could not be coughed out of his throat, which could increase the airflow and tremolo in his words at critical moments. It is really lyrical. "Ed, let's go, we must defend the countries established by the sages and the laws written by the ancestors. Hurry up and pass the files again. The dignity and value of Militaria must not be desecrated by such government villains! This is our mission as citizens of the United States, and also the pride and destiny of being Yale jurists!"

Chris once boasted that he played Hamlet at the School Culture Festival in high school. Edward used to think that he was a bragging man, but now he is a little convinced. The words just now were ups and downs and full of voices and emotions. He was obviously professionally trained. However, His Royal Highness, a prince of this physique, should be able to kill Uncle Claudius, who usurped the throne and killed people with one hand, and he could not suffer any philosophical issues such as "go to die or not to die". This thing is not as refreshing as online articles.

Edward picked up most of the bottle of beer, endured the nausea and wiped the mouth of the bottle with his hand. It was considered to be cleaned. He drank half of the bottle "every time". Influenced by him, Hansen and several other students also began to drink wine.

"Chris, let's go!" After saying that, he looked like he was going to be gone even though he was thousands of people, as if in the next second he would be encircled into a small black room to trample on his soul and humiliate his personality and tyrannical body.

"Wait, we are all classmates! We are all future legal defenders, no, no, we are now, so what exactly is it that makes you such a headache?"

"No, no, Hanson, and other classmates, don't participate. My opponents are FBI and the federal prosecutors in New York City. They have infinite dark resources and will swallow you all! Moreover, you are also warriors. There are more important things to do on this big lawn! Declare the world that the flowers of democracy in the United States are still watered by the blood of the youth."

"Fuck, Yale's professors have bowed to us, and are they still afraid of those federal lackeys? We are the elites of the future! No, we are the elites now. Hey, damn, I'm a first-year senior than you, majoring in criminal law. Tell me your case quickly, and I may be a judicial consultant for you for free."

It immediately attracted countless echoes: "I am the third-grade senior, Kikami! I am here to help you!"

"Yes, our seniors are your best big brothers!"

"If you have something you don't understand, you can come to us. We will help you kindly!" a female voice shouted sharply.

"A senior student at Yale said he wanted to help, that was to help!!"

"Very... very energetic!" Edward murmured, then fell into deep thought. "Why do this sound so smooth?"

Faced with the warm care of the big brother, Edward Hua could only tell the case "rudely" and full of energy, but he did not add any more seasonings to it.

The prosecutor was not very good at handling the case, and many procedures had flaws. He just wanted to tell the truth and there was no need to add any additional information. After all, there were legal professionals around him. Although his grades were a bit bad, his basic legal literacy was still there. At this time, the effect would be better if he told the truth.

"No corpse, no murder!" He ended his speech with this legal proverb.

"We must defend America! Use the laws given to us by the founding ancestors as weapons!" Hansen broke the beer bottle in his hand.

"Yes, these villains are simply trampling on the sacred Constitution and the Boxing Act!" another spirited and passionate young man shouted.

"Yes, the bandits' actions blatantly violated the third, fourth, fifth, constitutional amendments!" It was from Yale Law School, and someone soon exaggerated the issue to an unconstitutional level.

In fact, it is indeed unconstitutional to do this, but at best, most people criticize the prosecutor Bichi or denounce judicial injustice. In a few words, it is about the height of the constitution. Ordinary citizens do not have this legal literacy.

"Unconstitutional! Unconstitutional! Unconstitutional!" The crowd began to boil.

"Unconstitutional, this is betrayal!"

"Yes, this is leading Militaria to **!"

Edward was stunned by the sight. Although he had been in this world for more than two years, he still could not understand the way Americans think.

These big Americans have a 120,000 distrust of their government and talk about "fire, theft and anti-officials" all day long.

But on the other hand, there is a heartfelt love for this country and the Constitution. Edward can feel that this love and distrust are sincere and simple from the heart.

"Damn, they are blaspheming the great America!"

"Get together, fighters, march towards New York!"

The lawn was getting noisy and more people gathered. Hansen was temporarily in a state of "drawing his sword and looking at him at a loss" because of his "perfect victory" of the leadership of the law school. He felt lonely for a moment when he was invincible. After discovering the new goal, he suddenly felt excited and his two green eyes emitted red lights, jumped onto the steps on one side, picked up the microphone and yelled, "Enter, march towards New York!"

"March towards New York!"

"March towards New York!"

With the sound of beer bottles breaking one after another, the slogans became louder and louder. Edward was also wondering, this is the lawn, why does this beer bottle break when it falls, and the sound is very crisp.

After a while, the tent doors opened one after another, and the unique smell of the big ma immediately dissipated. More men and women with red faces, blurred eyes, disheveled clothes, and panting began to join the team.

At this moment, Edward didn't know what was going on, and suddenly sang a song that no one had heard before, but was extremely moving!

“do    you        the    people   sing?singing   the   song   of    angry    men?it    is     the    music   of   a    people

who    will   not   be   slaves      again!when     beating   of     your    heartechoes   beating   of    the   beating   of      drums

there    is   a      life   about     to     startwhen    tomorrow   orges.”

"Did you hear the singing of the people? The angry people are singing? This is the singing of a nation

Break the shackles and win liberation! When your heart beats and the drums of war,

A new life is about to begin with the dawn of tomorrow.”

This is the classic interlude in the musical "Les Miserables" "do    u          the     people   sing" in the original time and space, it was not until 1980 that it debuted in Paris, and it swept the world.

The melody of the song is beautiful and concise, and the lyrics are concise. Anyone can sing with him immediately after listening to it. In an instant, the chorus of hundreds of people on the lawn almost deafened people's ears.

Edward himself was a little confused. He blurted out a hot song just now. Fortunately, he had been in the church choir since then. He had some music skills. In addition, the melody of the song is beautiful and the lyrics are passionate. Now the effect seems to be quite good, so he can feel at ease. He even took the time to observe it secretly and found that many students sang while wiping their tears.

"Tsk, is this group of big Americans still so low that they are not good at Tucson, or is it because of excessive drug use that causes damage to the brain nerves? Isn't it just a song? Is this a mistake?"

He turned his head and found that the big black man was also sang with serious faces, and tears flashed in his eyes, "Tsk, this song seems to be a bit early, but it is easy to understand that the big black man has been bullied and treated inhuman since the founding of the country, which triggered resistance one after another. It is normal for him to be excited. In this way, Dr. Martin Luther King will be seen singing a cappella on TV soon, which is much more fun than his preaching."

"Clam..." Edward suddenly had a little cramping on his face.

The weather is also here to join in the fun. It is already March, but a few snowflakes are floating.

"The Hudson River waves are shaking, the Empire State Building is chaotic, the officials are all turbid, I am awake alone, and the righteous indignation is burning blood and tides... Tsk, in fact, this song is more suitable. Alas, it's not the first time I remember it. Alas, why did this atmosphere show off? This tmd is New York in 1968. The second uncle of him!"

He was thinking a lot in his mind, but he raised his thumbs up at Chris, who was full of solemn and singing loudly, "Okay, very energetic!"
Chapter completed!