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"Please say your name and police number to the camera."

"Kathy Barron, NYH 3537."

"Do you need union representatives and lawyers before the review starts?"

"No need," the blond man said coldly, "I didn't do anything wrong."

Sitting opposite him and next to the camera was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and deep-set eye sockets, looking very gloomy. He looked at Casey: "Officer Barron, when you shot Lisman, Whose gun is yours?"

"Lisman's, he fell on the ground, I grabbed it." Casey was clear and concise.

Sander went on to the next question: "So, Liesman was unarmed when you shot, yes?"

Casey stared at him. "I don't know if he has any other guns—"

"Please answer yes or no." Sander interrupted him, curling the corners of his lips coldly.

Casey could only say: "Yes."

"Were the hostages in extreme danger when you opened fire?"

"I said I'm not sure if Lisman has any other weapons," Casey narrowed his eyes angrily, "If he has a second gun, the hostages are in absolute danger—"

Sand raised his right hand to signal him to stop: "Again, yes or no."

As soon as Casey opened his mouth, the door of the interrogation room of the Ministry of Internal Affairs was pushed open, and a cold voice sounded: "Enough."

Casey and Sander raised their heads and turned their heads one by one, and it was Shen Lie in a wheelchair who entered the door.

Shen Lie borrowed a wheelchair from Ning Zhou because his body hadn't recovered and he couldn't walk or stand for a long time.

Casey opened her eyes wide: "Shen—?"

Shen Lie glanced at him threateningly, motioned him to keep his mouth shut, and then said to Sander, "Good evening, Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs."

While Casey shut her mouth obediently, she seemed to feel that Shen Lie had accentuated the sound of the word 'vice'.

Sander's face sank: "Prosecutor Shen, why are you here?"

Shen Lie controlled the wheelchair and got to Casey's side, facing Sander, smiled: "I am the lawyer of Police Officer Barron now."

A look of surprise appeared on Sander's face: "Are you kidding me? You are a prosecutor and cannot be anyone's defense lawyer."

Shen Lie stretched out a finger slowly: "First, I am currently on a long-term sick leave, and I have applied to my boss for a short-term resignation. My boss is temporarily acting for me, so I am not exempted from this rule now. Restraint." He stretched out his second finger, "Second, what you said is not accurate, although I am the Barron police officer's lawyer, but since this is only an internal review and not a court session, I am not a defense lawyer, but given the You are not a law student, I can forgive you for being unprofessional," he stretched out his third finger, "Third, because the conversation between you and Officer Barron just now was carried out in the absence of my lawyer Yes, so my request to ask the question again and to destroy the video just now is reasonable, and I hope you can cooperate."

Sander's face is not much better now than when he knew that his wife was fooling around with the next-door neighbor in the same bed.

However, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and cancel the video, and start reviewing again.

Shen Lie slightly leaned back on the wheelchair, as if he was not sitting in a wheelchair but a huge leather chair in the office.

After re-asking for the police number and name, Sander resumed asking: "Was Lisman armed when you fired the gun?"

Shen Lie signaled Casey to shut up, and it was up to him: "When my client shot, he didn't know whether Lisman was armed."

Sander leaned slightly: "But it turns out that Lisman is not armed, and his only gun is in the hands of your client."

"Of course, but what does this prove?" Shen Lie sneered, "I didn't know that I would blow the stove out of the fire before cooking."

Sand pursed his lips, eyes full of anger: "When Officer Barron shot, were the hostages in danger?"

Shen Lie said calmly: "If my client can know whether Lisman has a second gun, we can answer your question, but the fact is, we don't know. What's more, once Lisman really has a second gun With weapons, but the hostages were seriously injured or even died, who will bear the responsibility? Officer Barron? The entire New York Police Department?" He smiled provocatively at Sander, "Or you?"

Sander stared at him, the document in his hand almost deformed.

After leaving the office of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Casey stared dumbfounded at Shen Lie who was sitting in a wheelchair: "Sang De has troubled me for so many years, this is the first time I see him deflated."

Shen Lie looked down at his phone, and sent a text message to Ning Yuan telling him that he would be back in an hour, without raising his head: "Because your former lawyer was not me."

Casey: "..."

Right.

"Besides," Shen Lie turned off the screen and threw the phone into his pocket, "This time, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is purely messing around. That's why their minister went to Sander on vacation and dared to gossip like this, otherwise there wouldn't be an issue at all." Don't worry, your pension will not be lost."

Casey grinned and pushed his wheelchair: "Come on, let me treat you to dinner, French food?"

"No," Shen Lie refused, "I'll go back to the hospital to eat."

"What's delicious about hospital meals?" Casey couldn't understand, "What's your taste?"

Shen Lie tilted his head slightly to look at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up after thinking about it.

"It's weird." Casey put a bagful of packed French dishes on the table, and called everyone to come and eat, "I invited Shen to eat, but he just wanted to pack it back to the hospital to eat. The food was cold, or I don’t know what good things the hospital has to make him think about it.”

Gloria ran over following the scent, quietly stole a piece of French bread and took a bite, slurring her words, "I guess I'm looking at some little nurse."

"It makes sense," Jerry slid over in the swivel chair, "otherwise I would have been in the hospital for so many days, and I would have tried to get out of the hospital early. How can I be like him and still focus on running to the hospital."

Casey rubbed his chin, thinking it made sense, he looked around: "Where are Dino and the captain?"

"Going out, I don't know why." Gloria took another bite, "By the way, Victor failed to rescue him and died."

Casey hesitated, then sighed.

In the deep night, Dino and Klein leaned on a military SUV, looked at their watches, and were waiting for someone.

After about 5 minutes, another SUV drove up and opened the door. It was Victor, his little daughter and gray-haired mother who came out of it.

Victor was still wrapped in gauze, and his movements were still slow, but he looked good. He was accompanied by Shen Lie's boss, Matt, the former prosecutor of the Homicide Squad.

Matt handed Victor a large and thick folder: "In it are your new identities and bank cards, including your new address and new job, and you will start over in another place and forget your original self. begin a new life."

Victor took the folder and choked up a little: "...Thank you."

Dino looked at him and said softly, "Don't let your daughter down on you."

Victor nodded, Dino let them get into his SUV, turned to Matt and said, "The captain and I will take them to the airport, don't worry."

Matt nodded, turned around and got on the car that started and drove away.

Dino took one last look at the lights in the distance by the river, opened the door and got in the car.

The black SUV finally disappeared into the boundless darkness.