City of Detroit Court

Today, Silas Stevens will appear in court as a witness to David Sessions.

As the only witness in this case, his testimony will play an extremely critical role.

Mo Mengchen held his information in his hand.

This information includes his resume and his previous speeches in recent times...

"Ephraim, everyone hates politicians, and I believe the same is true for the jury." Mo Mengchen is not a professional lawyer and cannot give much advice.

Ephraim nodded, she kept breathing and breathing, and today was important to her, and if it was not handled well, the jury might completely turn to the prosecution.

Mo Mengchen attended the trial with a mask. Because he was suspicious, the court security guards inspected him three or four times, but found no dangerous items.

"Don't be nervous, I just caught a cold."

Mo Mengchen didn't want these security guards to continue touching their dirty hands.

"I'll stare at you," said one of the security guards.

"Please," Mo Mengchen smiled.

Everyone is in the seat, and the position of the judge is so obvious that it cannot be ignored, but because of its existence over the years, people always choose to ignore its sign - the trial is in progress.

Before the trial began, the presiding judge of the court said to the jury: "The jury bears a significant responsibility in criminal cases. I would like to remind everyone that as a member of the jury, you need to follow the following guidelines..."

The first half of the trial was not interesting until after Silas Stevens appeared, the atmosphere became tense.

Stevens sat in the seat of the witness, and the prosecutor took the lead in asking questions.

"Mr. Stevens, can you recognize the driver who caused the accident?" the prosecutor asked.

Stevens pointed to David Sessions, who was sitting next to Ephraim without any mercy: "Of course, he just sat there."

The prosecutor continued to ask: "Can you describe the situation at that time?"

Stevens has already prepared for this.

He memorized his speech accurately like memorizing a manuscript: "I changed the lane at that time so that he could pass by me. If I knew what would happen later, I would definitely stop him. He turned sharply and came directly to me. I felt something was wrong with him. The sharp turn almost squeezed me out of the lane, which was very dangerous."

Sessions' lips shook, and he was irritated because it had never happened.

Feeling Sessions' anger, Stevens smiled faintly: "He was still looking at me angrily. I think he should be drunk at that time."

"be opposed to!"

Ephraim shouted out loudly.

This is the first time Mo Mengchen has seen her in her work state, and she looks completely different from usual.

"Assuming facts cannot be considered as basis!" Ephraim pointed out solemnly.

Moreover, she directly denied Sessions' drunk driving: "After the blood alcohol concentration test, it was completely confirmed that David was not drunk at that time. His alcohol content in his body was lower than the legal standards. Therefore, he did not drive, and the assumptions of the MP cannot be used as a basis."

"These are two things, but Ms. Orrina, your point of view is not wrong," said the presiding judge seriously.

Medela whispered, "She is so imposing."

"If the person who went to reconcile was Ephraim, it should be fine now, right?" Mo Mengchen looked at Medela disgustedly, "How could I have an assistant like you?"

Suddenly, Medela's face turned into a pig's liver, and I don't know whether it was because of shame or anger.

The prosecutor continued to ask: "And what, is there anything else?"

Stevens had expected that the drunk driving was denied. He just wanted to plant a seed in the heart of the jury, a seed about David Sessions's possibility of being drunk. Even if that was not the truth, the jury consisted of civilians, they were not professionals, they would have their own opinions, there would be questions of one kind or another, but no one would answer them.

These foolish people will only be played with by me in the applause.

Stevens had an evil smile on his face and said the most terrifying sentence today; "Then I saw the road sign on the side of the road, which read: Congestion ahead, slow down, be careful."

"So I slowed down, and just as I turned the corner, I saw the terrifying car accident he created. It was a tragedy!"

Every politician is an excellent actor. Speaking of this, Stevens' eyes are rosy and he will cry at any time.

"It's so disgusting!" Medela had a deep prejudice against Stevens.

Just as Stevens said this, Mo Mengchen couldn't help but smile.

He just didn't know how to get this guy in, but he told him about it himself, which was great.

"Do you hate him?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Medela said angrily: "This bastard is not gentlemanly at all. He directly asked two vulgar security guards to push me out of the office that day. I fell, and now my feet are still bruised!"

"Silent!" The presiding judge glared at Medela.

Mo Mengchen found that the mask could still be used like this, because he was wearing the mask, so people couldn't see him talking.

"Although you are stupid, you are my assistant."

"He is rude to you, he is rude to me," Mo Mengchen said, "not forgiven."

"What are you going to do?"

"To prevent you from messing up, this matter is kept secret from you."

"I..."

At this time, the prosecutor had finished asking questions.

"Thank you, what I want to ask has been asked." The prosecutor believes that the information revealed by Stevens was enough to tilt the balance in the jury's heart.

"rest assured."

Ephraim whispered to Sessions.

Sessions nodded. At this time, he could only believe in this seemingly weak woman.

Ephraim stood up, wearing a professional outfit, and looked so smart that it was impossible to imagine that this was a stupid woman who ruined the entire kitchen for Thanksgiving dinner.

She hadn't walked to Stevens yet, but she had already spoken first, and she could try singing with a beautiful and pleasant voice.

"I like Detroit. The whole world knows the name of Motor City. Our great city has the most cars in the world. Therefore, congestion happens every day and accidents occur every minute."

Ephraim looked at Stevens: "Mr. Councilman, do you know how many drivers are prosecuted for traffic accidents in this area?"

"Don't know." Stevens said arrogantly.

Ephraim smiled and said, "Even if it is a fatal car accident, the people who are prosecuted should be no less than 10%, right?"

"I think you're talking about it." Stevens didn't notice the trap in Ephraim's words.

"In fact, it's only 1%. David's case seems to be picked out here..."

The presiding judge listened impatiently: "Please explain your point, Ms. Orrina."

"Mr. Stevens, do you have other arrangements after the accident? For example, call your friend and baseball player, district attorney, and ask for prosecution of John in his personal name."

Ephraim's problem and its spikes.

"Your question is foolish." Stevens rubbed his lips impatiently with his fingers.

Ephraim pressed step by step: "Swearing cannot be equivalent to answering, sir."

Everyone looked at Stevens.

Mo Mengchen noticed that half of the people in the jury had emotional fluctuations, their expressions changed, and their bodies also had many micro movements.

These actions indicate that they were hit hard.

Nothing can arouse civilians more than a politician's abuse of power.

"After the accident, how many speeches have you given in your constituency on highway construction, Mr. Councillor?"

Ephraim began to ask questions in a row.

"I've given many speeches." Stevens underestimated the difficulty of this matter.

"Including yesterday's words, seven times." Ephraim made a gesture of "7", "I like the beginning of your speech: Let the car accident get out. This sentence attracts attention, and you also sponsor the road construction..."

"Oppose! The defendant's problem has nothing to do with the case!"

The prosecutor stood up and said.

"The next thing you say is better related to the case, Ms. Orrina." said the presiding judge with a calm face.

Ephraim was getting closer and closer to the MP, and she knew that she was about to anger the other party.

"Mr. Congressman, are you profitable from David's case? Perhaps it is related to the highway construction proposal you sponsored and vigorously promoted? Your brother is a steel and mud farm, right?"

Every time Ephraim's problem was added, Stevens's face became more angry. He held the chair with both hands so that he could restrain his urge to stand up and roar at the bitch.

"I'm not saying he might earn some kickbacks..."

"Shut up!"

"No, you should shut up." Ephraim continued, "your proposal..."

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Stevens' anger made him completely out of control.

"These projects are fair, proposals are also beneficial, without any private factors, and the promotion of these things has also created jobs for many people, and you are not qualified to point fingers on this!"
To be continued...