In Morrak Clinton Prison, New York, in the visiting room, Anthony sat on a chair, saw a familiar figure on the other side, hurriedly stood up, and waited until the middle-aged white man opposite sat down before sitting down again.

"Dad, how are you doing," Anthony greeted as he looked at the somewhat decadent middle-aged man in front of him.

"It's not bad, with Teucer here, they didn't dare to trouble me, by the way, how is your mother now?" Anthony's dad laughed at himself.

"It's still like that," Anthony frowned, sighed, and then said helplessly, "The doctor said that there is little hope of waking up." ”

"Really? What's going on out there? Anthony's father closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said, "They didn't embarrass you, did they?" ”

"The Liberty Daily has returned to our family's control, and the gangs have relented. As for them, I've heard that security in New York has been a bit bad lately, and I haven't heard from them for a long time. Anthony lit a cigar and said lightly.

"Be careful, don't be like me." Anthony's father gave Anthony a deep look.

"Okay," Anthony replied, "By the way, I have hired a new lawyer, Dad, your case is being studied, and the lawyer said that even if the verdict cannot be changed, it should not be a problem to get a medical parole or something." Should be able to have news recently. ”

"Okay," Anthony's father said with a glint in his eyes, "Go back early, I'm afraid you have a lot of things to do recently, be careful, safety is the most important." ”

"Okay, then I'll go first," Anthony said, standing up, "I'll pick you up next time." ”

Walk out of prison and get into an elongated Lincoln motorcade headed for Manhattan.

"It's better to arrange a few more people in the prison, just in case," Anthony instructed, "In addition, the prison guards will see if they can control and buy a few more people, so as to be prepared." ”

"Okay," one of his men replied, and began to make the relevant phone calls.

"Inform Carl that my dad's case still needs to be dealt with quickly, and tell him that any problems that can be solved with money are not a problem. It is best to solve it within 3 days, and it is inevitable that there will be many dreams at night. Anthony said.

"Yes." Another subordinate took Anthony's orders.

"Capitalist country, I'm kind of starting to like it." Anthony took out a bottle of red wine from the car refrigerator next to him, poured himself a glass, and muttered softly.

New York, St. Leah Senior Nursing Home, Senior Ward.

After asking the guards at the door and the female bodyguard about the situation, Anthony walked into the hospital room, sat down next to the bed, held her hand, and stared at his unconscious mother in the bed.

I don't know how long later, the attending doctor came to observe the patient's condition.

Anthony watched silently as he finished the inspection.

"How's my mom doing, is she getting better?" Anthony looked up and asked the attending physician.

"Still no signs of waking up." The attending doctor frowned.

"Is there any other way, I hope to be able to see my mom wake up before my dad gets out of prison." Anthony said in a deep voice.

The attending doctor smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Mr. Anthony, the human brain is the most delicate part of the human body, and when this happens, any treatment can only be said to improve the probability of cure." ”

"Really?" Anthony's face darkened, and he pondered for a moment: "Your hospital is the top in the United States in the field of brain medicine, and I transferred to the hospital because I believe in the authority of your hospital, I hope you will do your best to treat it!" ”

"Okay, Mr. Anthony, we'll do our best." The doctor withdrew.

"Mom, hurry up, Dad is about to get out of prison, those damn guys have been duly punished, and now our family is just like you to be a perfect family. Okay, okay? Anthony tightened his grip on his mother's hand.

"Sir, there's a meeting with Councillor Chris in a moment, you see, isn't it......" I don't know how long it was, one of my men walked in and whispered.

Anthony nodded slightly. He shook his mother's hand tightly, then slowly let go, stood up and walked out, walked to the door and paused and ordered, "Take good care." ”

"Understood. Mr. Anthony. Several of his subordinates outside the door hurriedly answered.

The motorcade marched to the gang headquarters, and Anthony and his party got out of the car, and at this time, the group rushed out from the side and intercepted Anthony and his party from the way.

Anthony's gang members are also elites, and when this group of people suddenly appeared, they all took out their firearms and confronted the strangers who came.

The group led by the interceptor stepped forward, took out a document from his pocket under the many guns, and opened it to signal.

"Hello, Mr. Anthony," the leader said with a serious face, "I'm an FBI agent Mike, I want to ask you about some things, can I ask you to cooperate?" ”

"What's the matter?" Anthony took his credentials from his men and looked at them, then went back and said, "I'm very busy, I'm going to have a meeting with Councillor Chris in a while, and I'm going to attend a charity reception in the evening." ”

Agent Mike smiled, "That's right, Mr. Anthony, Bill. Do you know the Geewater prosecutor? ”

"Bill? Prosecutor? Anthony frowned and then said abruptly: "Remember, a very serious, very interesting district prosecutor, what's wrong with him?" ”

"He was murdered last night," Agent Mike said with a serious smile

"Oh," Anthony replied nonchalantly.

"Mr. Anthony doesn't seem surprised?" Agent Mike said thoughtfully.

"Am I supposed to be surprised?" Anthony laughed: "What does it matter if he dies or not?" Why am I surprised? ”

"However, as far as we know, Prosecutor Bill seems to have a deep conflict with Mr. Anthony's father before his death, and it seems that Mr. Anthony's father was imprisoned because of Prosecutor Bill." Agent Mike stepped forward and pressured, "And as far as we know, Mr. Morpheus and others, who seem to have a conflict with Mr. Anthony, have passed away recently. ”

"So what," Anthony said, frowning, "maybe they've done too many bad things, and the Lord can't stand it anymore, so maybe they've all been summoned by the Lord." ”

"Mr. Anthony, we are talking about a very serious issue, the death of the taxpayer is not clear, the death of the local prosecutor of the state is not clear, this is very serious!" Detective Mike said, "You are very suspicious right now, and I want you to be honest with the questions." ”

"Hehe," Anthony chuckled, "I just want to know now if there is any evidence for all this you say?" If not, I'm going to be out of company. ”

"Mr. Anthony, the matter of Bill Prosecutor is very annoying to our boss, if you don't cooperate with our investigation, the entire Angry Gang will probably face the FBI's interrogation and related surveillance at any time, and the time will be very long." Agent Mike threatened.

"It seems that this Bill prosecutor is very important, and it is worth your hard work." Anthony scoffed.

"We at the FBI are very dedicated to every case involving American citizens." Agent Mike's answer was watertight.

"Really?!" Anthony smiled coldly and said, "I remember that my mother's case seems to have happened for more than 3 months, I don't know if this senior agent of the FBI has anything to say to us, the victims' families?" ”

"This?" Agent Mike frowned and was speechless.

"It's just nothing!" Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "I really don't know where our taxpayers' money is spent, it seems that we will have to talk about this matter with Councillor Chris in a while." It's not good for the FBI to do some messy things with taxpayer money every day. By the way, don't you want me to cooperate with the investigation? After all, it is the duty of every citizen to cooperate with the investigation, but as a family member of the victim of the previous case, I am in a very bad mood because of the last case and cannot fulfill my obligations. ”

"If nothing else, I'm leaving. After all, I'm a punctual person. Anthony and his party collided head-on with the group blocking the road and walked away.

"Head, what should I do?" An agent asked.

"Check, what else can I do, the death of the local prosecutor is registered, and the relevant people will be monitored and monitored, and the fox's tail will always be exposed." Agent Mike said fiercely.