A Certain Marvel Super Player

"What the hell?"

"Mr Broughton, this is dying..."

"I know what it is."

Locke directly interrupted the lawyer in front of him, and couldn't help but smile: "I mean, why me."

If he was alone, he would just tell the African-American lawyer in front of him to go as far as he could.

But it's outside, and friends are here too.

the most important.

Locke is now the president of Midtown High.

Cultural man!

High intellectual elites!

not to mention……

Locke's image has always been that of a gentleman in speech and manners. At most, sometimes, Gwen will see Locke turning into a werewolf.

Of course the lawyer wanted to say something.

Say goodbye to death.

To put it simply, it is a death row prisoner. The day before his departure, he will call his family, or friends, etc., to gather together happily and enjoy the day on this earth.

Also, on the day when the death row inmates were made electric chairs, they could watch from outside, and then watch them with relief in the electric chair and ascend to heaven under the prayer of the priest.

Invite me to see how they get cooked in the electric chair?

interesting!

but……

It's none of my business.

Locke was speechless, and returned the business card in his hand to the African-American lawyer in front of him: "Sorry, I think there may be some misunderstanding, I don't know them."

In addition to the pit in the brain, it is malicious.

Locke couldn't think of any other answer.

Pity.

Locke was never the kind of curious person.

It's like, when I was in Texas, I heard that there was an old house haunted in the town, and many of my classmates still bet on the past. Locke directly retreated, even if he was passing by on a mission.

When doing a mission, when opening Wushuang, he would never walk over the corpse without making up his knife, but only after confirming his death.

There are a lot more.

In short, apart from the mission, he would leave as far as possible, just as he was on the Yago from the Poseidon at that time.

Tony Stark and the others wanted to go in to find the phone, but Locke directly ignored the percussion of the big blue-ringed octopus below and chose to stay on the deck.

so.

Locke looked at the African who didn't seem to be planning to pick up the business card, smiled, and loosened his right hand.

The business card hits the ground!

"Let's go."

"Ok."

Locke said to Gwen next to him, ready to go to Central Park with everyone. In an instant, look at the time. Maybe, before sending Gwen home, he can stay in the Xingchen Building for two hours and take a shower. of?

but……

The African-American lawyer looked at the landing card and Locke, who turned and left, and quickly shouted, "Mr. Broughton, Ms. Nina Bell, committed suicide in prison half a month ago."

"what?"

"No way."

"..."

Locke stopped, don't get me wrong, he stopped because Gwen next to him stopped, and besides Gwen, the one who made the surprised sound was Cindy's.

girl.

They are all very emotional and understandable. Although Nina Bell is not familiar with her, she still knows her. Suddenly, when they hear this news, they are usually surprised.

But Locke likes to think rationally.

He doesn't like being led by his nose, and he has a comprehensive plan for his future.

Work hard to earn points, except for tasks, you can do anything if you are interested, but if you are not interested, sorry, Locke has no time to spare.

and.

Locke lowered his head and smiled, turned around, and looked at the African-American lawyer with a playful expression: "Mr. lawyer, what do you want to express?"

The African-American lawyer looked at Locke and shrugged: "I mean, she's your classmate, isn't she, Mr. Broughton, Ms. Nina Bell has relics..."

Locke interrupted again: "Mr. Attorney, I'm asking you, what do you mean by saying this, I didn't ask you anything else, and, what I know are my classmates, and those I don't know are strangers People, unrelated strangers."

What does this mean?

It's none of my business whether Nina Bell is dead or not, or how she died has something to do with him.

Locke never regretted any decision he made.

The one who regrets should be the one who opposes him.

Almost everyone, Locke gave them a chance to live, but Locke gave them a chance, but no one was useful, and no one had ever grasped such an opportunity.

Would Nina Bell be like this if she didn't want to blacken his breed discrimination?

It is clear.

Locke was just **** for tat.

This lawyer can do it.

Moral kidnapping?

Sure enough, even with a suit on, it's still a hanging look.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "I'm saying it once, Mr. Lawyer, I have nothing to do with your client."

The African-American lawyer opened his mouth: "..."

Locke took out the phone directly from his arms.

moment.

The African-American's expression changed, and with a squeak, he said sorry to Locke, then turned around and left without any hesitation.

After all, Rock Broughton is a celebrity too.

One is only seventeen years old, but already has a team of lawyers.

"Ah."

Locke lowered his head, glanced at the business card that fell on the ground not far away, and then narrowed his eyes as he watched the picture of the dark-skinned African-American lawyer opening the door of his little broken car.

"Nick Rhys!"

"I remember your name."

Locke watched the vanishing Volkswagen sedan, combined the name with the guy's appearance, and then entered it into his database.

This guy seems to really hope that he can pass.

why?

A little cute new lawyer from the prefectural procuratorate. If you lose the lawsuit anyway, you will lose. What do you want to do if you work so hard?

Planning to reverse the case?

I'm afraid you're not thinking about shit.

Do you think you are Daredevil?

Even if Daredevil came, don't try to overturn this case.

Not to mention that the FBI does not want this case to be reopened, and the district attorney would not want to see it like this. After all, it has been fifty years since the district attorney has finally won the electric chair execution once again.

Why do you think it will be executed so soon this time?

It's not because I want the dust to fall to the ground as soon as possible.

Otherwise, although New York State has not explicitly abolished the death penalty and still retains it, in fact, in New York State, most of the people sentenced to death are in the queue for the death penalty, and most of them die of natural old age.

So here comes the problem.

This guy, why is he working so hard, what good is he doing so hard?

Because of the same skin color, so, the same dream?

Give me a break.

Federal blacks despise African blacks even more than Texans, just like Federal Easterners, even more despise Easterners than Federal natives.

So for a promotion?

If this guy really finds an opportunity to reverse the case, this guy promises to not see the sun tomorrow, don’t let the FBI play a trick, and the District Attorney’s Office will clear the door by itself.

Let you go through a cutscene to demonstrate procedural justice. Are you serious?

His boss might make him realize what the punishment of disobedience is.

so……

why?

Locke's eyes flickered.

afternoon.

Gwen wiped the long hair he just liked, and with a good smell, walked into the study and looked at Locke, who was sitting on the computer chair, holding his chin while surfing the Internet: "What are you looking for?"

Locke glanced at Gwen who came to him.

Gwen looked at the computer screen and retrieved the information on Nick Reese.

After all, the Nina Bell trial was a sensation. How could the media miss the opportunity to report on Nick Reese, so it was not only reported, but also very detailed.

Do not see do not know.

one look……

It's actually quite inspiring.

This Nick Rhys stumbled and took the exam for five years in a row before getting his New York State Bar.

Tsk tsk, taking the exam for five years in a row is no ordinary inspiration.

That's what Gwen thinks. However, she has other ideas: "Isn't the bar exam difficult? Can't you just pass the test? I've seen the questions last year, and it's not too difficult."

Locke said with a smile: "You are a student god, he is a student scum."

Gwen laughed: "He's very inspirational, regardless of skin color."

Locke nodded: "I agree with this sentence, but you know, did I see anything?"

"what?"

"Ambition!"

"Ok?"

Locke found a photo of Nick Rhys at the Statue of Liberty after getting his professional certificate published in the New York Daily, pointing to the photo and saying: "Everyone has ambitions, but we can control our own. Ambition, because, we're confident we can get what we want."

Gwen pursed his lips. "Isn't he?"

Locke said with a smile: "Think about it, why did he have to take exams for five consecutive years, such a person will not be like us, who can control his ambitions. After he gets a pass to display his ambitions, he will not choose By all means, he climbed up for his own promotion."

Gwen's eyes lit up and looked at Locke: "Have you read psychology books too?"

Lockhart smiled: "Do you see any books on this subject in my study?"

He clearly lit up anti-psychology.

Specifically for Gwen points.

Just in case~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Gwen nodded, she did not see any books on this subject in Locke's house: "Then how did you find out."

Locke smiled: "You are the best in our psychological research, tell me what kind of motives he has that would make him risk offending the entire FBI and the District Attorney, and still insist on being the Bell family. The defense lawyer, even, he was about to kneel and let me pass, why?"

Gwen was slightly taken aback: "What you said is right. It seems that he has no reason to be so enthusiastic. It doesn't make sense."

Even Gwen would not believe that he is really because of the same skin color and the same dream, which sounds like a very unreliable reason.

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