"Global live broadcast?" When Justice Roberts heard the word, he didn't know what to do except repeat it and laugh.

But the others here did not laugh.

The local police chief did not laugh, nor did the local FCP branch chief.

Carmen did not laugh, and Raymond, who conveyed this condition to everyone... naturally would not laugh either.

"Ray, do you know what you are talking about?" A few seconds later, Roberts seemed to understand that this was not a joke, and immediately said seriously, "You have indeed handled many beautiful cases over the years, and your conviction rate is also record-breaking, but the requirement of 'global live broadcast'... What do you think we are doing? Can the Federal Hague court allow you to have a reality show here?"

Raymond took a deep breath and said in a slightly helpless tone: "Sir, this is not what I made, but what the suspect asked."

"And you didn't refuse him immediately? You came to discuss with us?" Roberts interrupted in an even stronger tone.

"He gave me a reason that I could not refuse," Raymond responded.

"Am I talking to you about the Godfather's line?" Roberts was a little impatient. "Listen, Ray, we can indeed accept this kind of threatening transaction, but we have to pay attention to gains and losses and sensibility; in short, no matter what you signed with him, you will either let him change to a less absurd condition now, or you will search for a clause and find a clause to destroy the agreement between you and him, and then hand over the person to FCPs...you choose it yourself."

"No." Unexpectedly, before Raymond could speak, Carmen snatched first, "We can't take him away."

"What did you say?" As the current "Judge" of the Federal Hague Court, Roberts is one of the few people in this table who doesn't need to call Carmen the chief. He heard this and said with a slight look on his face, "Secretary Moleno, why is this?"

Carmen replied: "The transaction he offered was that as long as we promised a global live broadcast, he would provide us with real and reliable information about the Counter-Cross and other rebellious organizations."

"I don't understand, can't you pass the interrogation..." Roberts paused, "Sorry, I have to change the word... Can't you ask if you want to 'torture'?"

"No." Carmen answered quickly.

"So what is he? The kind of person who does not have the ability to feel pain?" Roberts said again.

"His abilities are confidential, and I cannot disclose them to you." Carmen responded, "but as far as I know he feels pain, in fact, he is a person who feels quite sensitive, but this does not prevent him from being able to endure... no... it should be said that he can enjoy various tortures."

"Huh... it seems that you FCPs have had a lot of dealing with him." The police chief next to him complained at the right time.

Carmen didn't answer this because she didn't need to explain to these people that Lance was mainly dealing with her personally.

"Although I don't know the suspect as well as Chief Moleno..." At this time, Raymond spoke again, "But I can only witness the suspect's right eye with his own eyes. I believe Chief Moleno's words... The unbearable pain for ordinary people is not a problem in this guy."

"Can I think..." Roberts glanced at the people at the table, "Our conversation just now has clarified the opinions of the Chief Prosecutor and FCPs."

Raymond and Carmen looked at each other, then looked at the justice together: "Yes."

"Then I have no objection, or I have no other choice, right?" Roberts continued, "but I still want to remind you that this is a global live broadcast... 'global'! 'live'!" He deliberately separated the two words and read them separately in accent, and then said, "As a judge, I can do my job completely according to the rules in court. No matter what the result is, there will be no reputational loss for me, but you...especially you, Deputy Minister Moleno, from the perspective of the federal government, I hope you will carefully consider the consequences of this matter."

"I've considered it, his intelligence is worth our risk," Carmen replied.

"Hey! Wait for a moment." The police chief interrupted at this time, "Have you ever thought about the situation where he did not keep his promise? For example, we broadcast the trial process, but he still didn't even make a fuck afterwards."

"He won't be like this." Kamendao, "This is not in line with the rules of the game."

"Game?" The police chief was stunned, "Do you think this is a game?"

"Why do I think it's not important? What's important is that he thinks it's." Carmen replied.

"Is it possible..." The next second, Rutte, the local FCPs branch of the Netherlands, also made an opinion, "...We created a false live broadcast environment to deceive him; for example, put on a few cameras and radio equipment, find a few cameramen, and then pretend that they are live, but in fact, the signals captured are only transmitted to the places we designated and are not broadcast to the public."

"Yes!" The police chief slammed the case as soon as he heard this, "Good idea! Anyway, the suspect was under our detention. As long as we did not let his accomplices outside contact him, he himself could not verify whether the trial was broadcast live."

"Puff..." As soon as the two people finished speaking, Carmen couldn't help laughing.

Her smile made the other four people feel puzzled.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted just now and thought of something else." Two seconds later, Carmen quickly closed his smile and stood up. "I think about the proposal of Minister Rutt..." She seemed to suppress her smile again and said, "...you can try it. I have something to do, so I will lose my companion first."

After saying that, she left, leaving the big men looking at each other, shrugging and speechless.

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On May 3, a hospital in The Hague.

The afternoon before yesterday, Lance was admitted to the hospital. After preliminary rescue and a series of procedures, he underwent an optic nerve repair surgery from the early morning to the evening yesterday and was implanted with a prosthetic eye.

As mentioned earlier, there are very few blind people in this era, and the current situation of Kolans is one of the few extreme examples of blindness. Because he maliciously damaged his optic nerve when he penetrated his eyes, even after surgery, his right eye could no longer gain vision. He could only install a fake eyeball made of bionic material to protect the wound.

If he wants to use his right eye to see the object in the future, he can do another more complex and expensive operation. He uses an electronic prosthetic eye that can be directly connected to the nervous system to replace the current fake eyeball. However, the federal government naturally cannot pay for him to provide him with such high-end medical services that are not covered by medical insurance.

Bang

At ten o'clock in the morning, Raymond walked into Reims' room with a briefcase and pushed the door open.

Hospital wards usually do not use electronic doors because the speed of entry and exit may be delayed, and the doors of these wards are basically not locked.

Lance's ward is located at the end of the corridor. Because of his particularity, the entire corridor is now guarding, as if he is lined up to welcome people passing by. He has to pass three levels to enter his ward and be inspected by two different models of electronic scanners.

In any case, Raymond must not be able to bring things like a pen in it anymore...

"They agreed." As soon as he entered the house, Raymond couldn't wait to get to the point.

But Lance spread out his hands that were locked on the bed railing, tilted his head and said, "Oh~oh~ Why don't you knock on the door? What if I'm hitting...uh...she shit?"

"Okay, stop laughing at your privacy rights that no longer exist." Raymond said, "You will be transferred to prison this afternoon. They will arrange a single room for you, and you can do whatever you want to do alone in it."

"Is that right?" Lance said, "can I make some requests?"

Raymond didn't want to take on this topic at all, so he said directly: "When it comes to 'requests', what I just wanted to tell you..."

"I know, they agreed to the conditions for global live broadcasts. I will know as soon as you come in." Lance did not want to talk to him about that, but continued, "I want to make other requests now."

Raymond looked at Lance for two seconds, threw the briefcase in his hand on a chair beside him, and sighed: "Mr. Lance, you must understand that talking about transactions requires chips."

"How about I'll give you a high school girl?" Lance smiled, "Don't you like young people?" He showed a very vulgar expression when he said the second half of the sentence.

Raymond turned his head and looked outside the door, stepped forward two steps, lowered his voice, and said to Lance with a serious expression: "Listen, I may have had some entanglements with a few girls who have been in trouble, but they are all twenty years old OK?"

"You misunderstood, Ray." Lance continued, "I mean the high school student half a year ago... to be precise, one of the teenagers who escaped and disappeared from the Internet Ring Center in Linyi, Long County on November 25, 2218..."

This sentence made Raymond shudder.

This incident was quite famous at that time. Many transcontinental media reported it and a lot of news came out on the Internet. However, because many major war-level events occurred in the following six months, the public's attention quickly shifted from this matter.

"Those kids are still alive?" After a few seconds of quick thoughts, Raymond came back to his senses and asked.

"Can I ask the conditions?" Lance answered the other party's questions with questions.

"What do you want?" There was no one in the room, and Raymond didn't beat around the bush.

"Eat rabbit cold." Lance responded without hesitation.

Raymond didn't understand, so he didn't answer the conversation, just showed a confused expression.

"Tomorrow at noon, I will eat white rice with cold rabbits in my cell, and have a cup of herbal tea. If I satisfy me, I will give you a place for the children who escaped from the Internet Ring Center." Lance continued, "Oh, the food must be prepared more carefully, and the taste is not good... I will turn my back."

Raymond took a deep breath and controlled his emotions: "I'll ask, what you call "turning against" means..."

"l,i,k,o." Lance replied word by word.

"What does that mean?" Raymond asked.
Chapter completed!