Jacob Bonilla was right when he said that American prosecutors themselves did not have such rights. That was right. After receiving this information, Cirio Recchi also conducted a special study on the American prosecutorial system.
In criminal cases, prosecutors in the United States are more likely to file lawsuits in court on behalf of the prosecution, rather than directly launching investigations into senior government officials as he said now.
The highest-level federal prosecutor in the United States is the Attorney General appointed by the President of the United States. Therefore, the power of U.S. prosecutors is limited to the authority of the President.
This is also the reason why American presidents have been assassinated but never investigated and sent to prison. Of course, this tradition was broken by someone.
Is this really because American presidents are all clean? Of course not, it's just that everyone tacitly follows this rule.
After hearing what Jacob Bonilla said, Cirio Regis couldn't help but smile with a hint of sarcasm.
"How could the Americans allow this loophole to exist when it is obvious that it can be exploited by someone with ulterior motives? But we in Brazil are not the United States. This loophole is the best tool for them to control us in Brazil.
They will certainly do everything they can to help us get this law passed.”
“Are they so sure that we, the Brazilian prosecutors, will follow their instructions and create chaos in our own country’s political situation?”
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Jacob Bonilla already had the answer to this question in his mind, but he still couldn't help but want to defend the prosecutor.
After hearing what he said, Cirio Regis just smiled and did not expose him. He just followed his words and said:
“Mr. Bonilla, you have to understand that human nature is complicated. Some people seek fame, some seek wealth, and some seek peace of mind.
You can only ensure that you will not be instigated by the Americans, but what about others?"
Hearing this, Jacob Bonilla felt a little embarrassed. He understood that Sirio Recci was deliberately flattering him by saying this. He said that he would not be instigated by the Americans. He himself was not sure that he would not be instigated by the Americans, so what was he talking about other people.
Just as he had thought before, launching an investigation into the president! What a huge achievement, who could easily refuse such an opportunity? Therefore, he knew very well in his heart that as long as the prosecutors had such power, they would definitely use it without hesitation if the time was right.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the intelligence officer opposite him.
"Since you knew the Americans' plan in advance, couldn't you notify the procuratorate to reject such a study invitation?"
Syrio Ricci smiled wryly and shook his head.
“We are allies of the Americans, and they have extended such an invitation to us, what reasons do you think the Ministry of Justice has to refuse?
However, will this expose our source of intelligence? That is, if the Americans' official invitation fails, won't they invite through private channels?
This is an open conspiracy. Once we refuse, it means we are ready to decouple from the Americans. If this is the case, how do you think the Americans will deal with it?
What will the pro-American factions in Brazil think? Will the government be impeached and removed from office? "
Upon hearing this, Jacob Bonilla was speechless for a moment. It must be said that unless Brazil was prepared to have a hostile relationship with the United States, it would be difficult for them to directly reject this seemingly normal invitation.
Picking up the tea in front of him and drinking it in one gulp, Jacob Bonilla said with a slightly dejected look:
"In that case, why did you come to me? Can a small prosecutor like me solve something that you can't solve?"
Seeing that he took the initiative to bring up this topic, Syrio Regis smiled with satisfaction and said:
"It depends on whether you are willing to make sacrifices for our country."
"Is there any possibility for me to refuse now?"
"You are a Brazilian citizen. We have the power to invite you to join the action, but we do not have the power to force you to join, so of course you can refuse our invitation."
Upon hearing this, Jacob Bonilla looked at Sirio Recchi with some surprise. He did not expect to get such an answer.
"What are you going to do with me if I really refuse this invitation?"
Obviously, Jacob Bonilla was very clear-headed in his heart, but he knew that once some secrets were known, he would have to pay a corresponding price. He just didn't know whether he could afford this price.
"We will find another prosecutor who is willing to cooperate with our action plan. Of course, for confidentiality reasons, you need to leave your current location and live with us in a secret place for a while until this plan is over, and then you can come back."
Cirio Recchi's tone was very calm, but there was no doubt that there was no chance of luck on the intelligence front. Some people might say that Jacopo Bonilla should sign a confidentiality agreement and then be placed under house arrest around the clock to prevent him from leaking information.
But this is simply unrealistic. Not to mention how much energy the Intelligence Bureau would need to put into this, even if the Intelligence Bureau had the energy to monitor him around the clock, it would be impossible to maintain absolute confidentiality. After all, he comes into contact with so many people every day, and who knows if there will be any accidents in the process!
Therefore, the best option is naturally to put him under house arrest.
Jacob Bonilla heard this expected answer and couldn't help but smile bitterly. If this was true, he would have to part with his newborn child. He was unwilling to accept such an arrangement.
What's more, deep in his heart, he still has a patriotic complex as a Brazilian. He simply cannot watch the Americans carry out such a vicious plan against his homeland.
After thinking for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and said:
"What do you need me to do?"
Hearing this, Sirio Reci breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He also understood the other party's thoughts since he was willing to take on this task.
After pouring another cup of tea for the other party with a smile on his face, he lowered his voice and explained to the other party. This conversation lasted until after midnight.
When Jacob Bonilla returned home, everyone in the family had already fallen asleep. But for him, it was a sleepless night. He didn't even have the mood to look at his son beside him. He stared blankly at the roof all night.
As expected, half a month later, the U.S. Department of Justice sent an invitation letter to the Brazilian Ministry of Justice for a legal seminar. The invitation letter was very subtle, as if it was just an invitation to an ordinary law society meeting.
However, when some relevant personnel from the Brazilian Ministry of Justice returned to Brazil after attending this seminar, they submitted an application to send Brazilian prosecutors to the United States to learn the most advanced prosecutorial concepts.
This application caused quite a stir in the Brazilian Ministry of Justice. Many active Brazilian prosecutors, upon hearing that they could go to the United States to study, were trying their best to squeeze in.
After fierce competition, more than 100 outstanding prosecutors from across the country successfully obtained tickets to participate in the training, and Jacob Bonilla was one of them.
This study was arranged at Harvard Law School, the most famous university in the United States. The teachers were all famous professors in the law school, and the study content was also relevant legal knowledge of the Anglo-American legal system, which was completely different from what Jacob Bonilla had expected.
Just when he was beginning to doubt whether the intelligence obtained by the Brazilian Intelligence Agency was wrong, the class leader knocked on his door.
"Hey... Prosecutor Bonilla, there's a party at six o'clock tonight in the Law School banquet hall. All Brazilian colleagues who are participating in this study are invited. Don't forget to attend on time!"
Upon hearing this, Jacob Bonilla's eyes moved, and he asked curiously:
"Oh! And there's a party. Who organized it?"
"It seems to be organized by the dean of the law department. I heard that there will be American federal prosecutors participating."
The squad leader replied with a proud smile.
Hearing this, Jacob Bonilla nodded and said with a smile on his face:
"No problem, I will definitely attend on time then."
When the other party knocked on the door next door, Jacob Bonilla returned to the room and his expression gradually calmed down. He thought to himself that it seemed that the American plan was about to be implemented.
As it turned out, just as he had expected, in addition to the prosecutors from Brazil, the party was attended by some equally professional-looking colleagues and a number of beautiful young girls.
The US government did send a federal prosecutor from the jurisdiction to attend, but he only showed up once and left in a hurry.
At this party, all the prosecutors from Brazil received an invitation to a small law seminar at Harvard Law School. As expected, everyone participated in the society very actively.
In the following period, after finishing their studies at Harvard Law School, everyone would attend the meetings organized by this society every night.
The content of the rally was initially to discuss the differences and contents between Brazilian and American laws. After more than a week of discussion, an American member suddenly talked about the corruption problem of the Brazilian government and asked the Brazilian prosecutors present if they had any ideas.
At first, all Brazilian prosecutors felt a little embarrassed, but later, after someone spoke up and expressed his or her ideas first, the discussion gradually became uncontrollable.
The original purely academic discussion began to turn into a criticism and reflection on the Brazilian legal system, and then naturally began to discuss how to change the current situation in Brazil.
The original full-day study time was adjusted to one morning, and the club activities every evening were moved forward to the afternoon and evening.
Under the guidance of some interested parties, the discussion has gradually shifted towards expanding the power of Brazilian prosecutors, allowing prosecutors to separate from the Brazilian judicial system, become representatives of social welfare forces, and possess independent administrative and law enforcement powers.
This subtle change did not alert Brazilian prosecutors at all. Instead, they discussed it very intensely, and often even argued over a concept until they were red in the face.
There were also sober students among these students, such as Jacob Bonilla. Looking at these students who were arguing with red faces, he did not feel any excitement at all, but only a cold fear all over his body.
Of course, Jacob Bonilla cannot act too eccentric. Occasionally, he will join in the discussion to make his presence felt.
But he spent more time communicating with the American members of these clubs. After nearly half a month of communication, the American members of these clubs became very familiar with him.
There were even a few of them who he got along particularly well with, and he often invited them out for dinner alone. Gradually, he became good friends with these American members, and he also got a general idea of their basic situation.
With only one week left in this exchange program, Jacob Bonilla sneaked out of school during the weekend. In a cafe two streets away from the school, he met a reporter assigned to him by the Brazilian Intelligence Agency.
"Mr. Jacob Bonilla, my friend told me that you have big news to tell me, is it true?"
A middle-aged white man with blond hair, blue eyes, glasses and a somewhat unkempt appearance looked at Jacob Bonilla expectantly.
Jacob Bonilla knew the identity of the man opposite him. He was a well-known freelance writer in the United States. He made a living by finding some explosive news and selling it to newspapers for publication.
This guy has extensive channels, and he will not miss any news. If there is big news that many big newspapers dare not report, he can also find some not-so-big media to report it.
After looking around nervously and seeing that no one seemed to be paying attention to him, Jacob Bonilla lowered his voice and said:
"Yes, I do have some explosive news on my hands, but I'm not sure you dare to report it."
Hearing this, the guy opposite had a flash of excitement in his eyes, like a shark that smelled blood, he licked his lips and said:
"Hehe... Jacob Bonilla, please rest assured! There is no news that I, Morets Hadley, dare not report. Tell me, is it gossip about the president cheating, or is the government trying to hide some crime again?"
Seeing the excitement on the opposite side of the guy's face, Jacob Bonilla began to understand why the Intelligence Agency recommended this guy to him.
"If my news is explosive enough, how much benefit can I get?"
Upon hearing this, Mollets Hadley was not angry but smiled. He knew very well that the other party's willingness to talk about money was the best news for him.
In fact, he doesn't care much about money. What he wants is to expose the dark side of society and the mistakes of the government, or even to find out the privacy of bigwigs, and then make it public.
This is a kind of abnormal, uncontrollable morbid exposure addiction. If he knows some big news and doesn't report it, he will feel uncomfortable and unable to sleep or eat.
In order to satisfy this mentality, he often pays high information fees to obtain a big news, and sometimes the information fees cannot be recovered at all.
But he could get unprecedented satisfaction after the news was reported. Therefore, in order to get big news, he never minded talking about money with the information provider.
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