The American Prosecutor

You don't even have a cheat code, let alone the power of money, so what are you doing jumping around like this? Who do you think you are? You don't even have any luck.

Hopefully, I can focus on my own profession and not end up like the previous one, who was a judge but did the work of a detective.

Reading this today still evokes a lot of emotions. It's been a long time since I've seen a protagonist so confident, determined, and courageous in the last book. At first glance, the prosecutor seems to radiate vitality. I remember Brooklyn in *The Supreme Court* declaring with great enthusiasm, "I want to be the Themis of New York." Then, Riley Crew died, Woodward died, Ben Stone died.

Stop writing about Chinese Americans here; the Asian American data disaggregation bill has already passed.

It lacks a bit of excitement; simply put, it has no trump cards, like a nuclear weapon—you can use it, but you can't be without it.

The author frequently uses film and television style techniques, but lacks writing skills and fails to create vivid imagery... This becomes a fatal flaw.

It lacks some exciting moments, but it's well-written; it just doesn't quite meet market demands.

The ending of "New Year's Killer" felt too abrupt, and it's hard to imagine the protagonist being able to interact normally with Grimm—a father who completely disregards the life or death of his own son. Furthermore, he blames the majority of the blame on the then two-year-old protagonist, while Liam, at eight, had a clearer perspective. It's simply ridiculous.

The description says it's a squid!

It feels like the story was just beginning, and it's already over? That's it? Am I just not good enough for this? You can start writing a sequel now; I'll support you by watching ads!