Three days later.
Washington, D.C., Department of Justice.
Marcus is suspected of assassinating the president. It is a special case and therefore will not be tried in an ordinary court.
Instead, it accepted Marcus's strong request and eventually handed it over directly to the Department of Justice.
And there was no public trial, only a small court was held to interrogate Marcus.
There were only three spectators in the audience.
Long Zhan and Memphis participated in the interrogation of Marcus as Marcus' friends, and the remaining one was Marcus' wife Anna.
The number of the jury and the presiding judge is very small, but each of them has quite a big background.
There were officials from the Department of Justice and the head of the FBI.
"Wow, wow..."
There was a friction sound.
Marcus, who was wearing a character jumpsuit representing a prisoner and wearing shackles and handcuffs, was pressed into the interrogation room from the outside by two detectives.
"Can you untie my handcuffs?"
Marcus was almost tied into a rice dumpling, but he didn't feel uncomfortable or restrained at all.
During this period, he nodded to Long Zhan and Memphis respectively to express his gratitude to them, and also gave his wife a smile to comfort his wife Anna, who was restless there.
"sure!"
The bald judge in charge of the trial waved his hand, and the two detectives who escorted Marcus moved together to remove the handcuffs on Marcus.
Because Marcus was still wearing shackles, there was no fear that he would do anything evil.
After the two agents released Marcus's handcuffs, they turned and left the interrogation room together.
The Ministry of Justice official sitting on the left pointed to the bald man sitting in the presiding position and introduced: "This is Lucette, the chief prosecutor in charge of the presiding trial."
Then he pointed at the bald middle-aged man opposite and said, "That's FBI Director Brand."
Marcus just nodded and didn't say anything.
"Sergeant Marcus, this is a pre-trial meeting at your request. Even though it will hinder my judgment, I still agreed to do the FBI's favor."
Chief prosecutor Lucette opened the case briefly, and then entered the process: "Marcus, from now on, you have 5 minutes to make your statement."
Marcus pulled on his shackles and walked step by step to the table in the middle.
On the table is a sniper rifle painted in desert paint that looks very exquisite.
This was Marcus's main weapon in the army. He brought it back after he retired and often took it out for robberies. It is a very accurate M200 made by the American Cheytac company and uses a 408-inch caliber sniper rifle.
Under optimal conditions, this gun can shoot at a human head at a distance of 2,000 meters without correction.
On July 13, 2004, former U.S. Navy SEAL sniper Richard Markovese used the same sniper rifle.
A standard steel target 2122 meters away was selected and continuous precision shooting was carried out. The first three shots were distributed within 42.2 centimeters.
This created a new world record!
This M200 was specially brought by Marcus to simulate the shooting scene and deduce the sniper rifle used by the killer according to Johnson's original request to him.
Later, after Marcus was framed, the gun became evidence of crime and was taken away.
"This is my gun, and there is no doubt that you found it at the scene shortly after the assassination. I am correct."
Marcus looked at the interrogators, and Chief Prosecutor Lucette nodded in reply.
Marcus continued: "Since then, this gun has been kept by the FBI and has never been touched. There is no problem with that."
"No, of course not." FBI Director Brand replied firmly.
"Have you ever shot with it?" Marcus asked again.
"There's no reason for me to use it."
After Brand finished speaking, he added: "Although the bullet fired was damaged beyond recognition, the trace detection components matched perfectly. It was fired by this gun. How can you explain it?"
"Yes, I fired the bullet, and the gun must be mine, but does this prove that I killed the person?"
Marcus said, looking to the person on the side and asked: "Agent Memphis, with the professional knowledge you learned in the police academy, do you believe that I killed the Archbishop?"
"No, I don't believe it." Memphis said without hesitation.
"Besides this gun, do you have any evidence that I killed the archbishop?" Marcus asked again.
"No." Memphis shook his head.
"Then do you believe me?"
"Believe it." Memphis nodded.
"Believe firmly?"
Memphis said without even thinking: "Yes, I firmly believe it."
"very good!"
Marcus suddenly picked up his sniper rifle, picked up a live round nearby for comparison, loaded it into the chamber, and pointed it at Memphis sitting beside him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Put down the gun immediately!"
"Marcus, do you know the consequences of doing this?"
“Oh God, no!!”
…
Marcus' sudden move shocked all the jurors and the presiding judge present, and even Anna was so frightened that she covered her mouth and screamed.
Only Long Zhan and Meng Feisi, who knew the direction of the plan, still sat there calmly.
Long Zhan even pointed out with a smile: "If the distance you set is 2,000 yards, the muzzle of the gun should be lower if you want to blow his head off."
"It's 600 yards. It makes no difference. There's only one thing that makes a difference, and that's whether I'm crazy or not."
After Marcus finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, which frightened the chief prosecutor Lucette and Brand and closed their eyes.
They were worried that the blasted plasma would fly into their eyes.
As a result, no head was blown. Although the sniper rifle was indeed fired, it did not trigger the primer of the bullet and only made a muffled click.
The sound of the bolt hitting the barrel.
The door to the interrogation room opened with a bang, and the two agents who had just left rushed in, preparing to subdue Marcus who suddenly caused trouble.
However, the two of them were just halfway through charging when Chief Prosecutor Lucette raised his hand to stop them.
He smelled something different. Marcus must have a reason for doing this.
Marcus immediately put the gun back on the table and spread his hands loudly twice to prevent the nervous agent from taking drastic action.
He began to explain: “I can be at home alone, playing with these weapons from morning to night, but whenever I go out, I always replace the firing pin in the gun.
They look the same from the outside, and you need to use a micrometer to identify them. The gun I changed is definitely impossible to use for shooting.
Just like the shot I fired just now, it was impossible for the bullet to be fired.
The slug taken out of the Archbishop's body was indeed fired from my gun, but it was the one I had used for canning a week ago.
I have sworn to defend the dignity of this country, resist invasion by foreign enemies, and quell domestic strife.
But what I never expected was that I would end my glorious mission by being framed. This is something I cannot accept.
I believe that when the dust settles and the truth comes out, the dust will not be able to cover up the truth. "
(End of chapter)
