August 17th.

The weather in New York is still hot, and Hoover Avenue is still congested.

Brooklyn sat in a chair in a dark blue suit with a blank face.

In front of him was a platoon of seven investigators of the Judicial Conduct Commission.

They are conducting the final part of an investigation into the possible misconduct of Judge Brooklyn Lee, in person.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, and the smell of gunpowder was a little strong.

For the past five hours, Brooklyn has sat in a chair and been questioned by seven people in turn.

The long-term high-intensity use of the brain made Brooklyn slightly dizzy.

There is a similarity between an interview and an interrogation. Both are unfinished words hidden by the interviewee, and the difference lies only in the roughness and gentleness of the means.

Brooklyn is not willing to give in easily. One person fought seven people alone, so that he was quickly overdrawn and pale, so he could only retreat.

The investigative team, who had gained something, was not embarrassed by Brooklyn, and immediately announced that the interview was over and he could leave.

Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief and made a joke at the Seven

"God forbid, I'd better never see you again."

"It's up to you, Mr. Brooklyn."

The investigation team immediately replied.

Seeing Brooklyn leave, the investigation team began to pack up materials.

"God forbid, I never want to come again, this damn weather. It's still so hot. ”

……

……

The investigation team left.

Brooklyn quietly awaited the final result.

On August 19, the New York Police Department held a press conference to announce that the investigation of the second team of the murder team had been completed.

Brooklyn watched the live stream of the event online at home.

A burly press spokesman read out the results of the investigation in public.

In the course of handling cases for a long time, many members of the second group have violated the law such as exceeding their authority, dereliction of duty, and accepting bribes, and the prosecution is currently collecting evidence, which will be submitted to the court in the near future and formally filed for prosecution.

After the spokesman read out the results, there was a forest of arms underneath, reporters raised their hands to ask questions, and the whole news conference scene immediately became noisy.

Brooklyn looked at the NYPD director on the screen with composure and admiration.

This bureau chief handled things neatly, vigorously and resolutely, and did not show any mercy.

After listening to the results, Brooklyn didn't continue to watch the live broadcast, he called David.

"What's wrong?"

David's side was a little noisy, and the sound should have been at the press conference.

"Can I make an appointment with your director?"

Brooklyn asked straight to the point.

The vigorous and resolute style of the NYPD director made him realize that he had to meet him immediately, preferably today!

Otherwise, the next person to be vigorously attacked may be himself!

"When?"

"Preferably tonight."

"Okay."

David answered and hung up the phone.

That's why Brooklyn likes David as a friend.

He had just experienced Selena's murder, and David's help to Brooklyn in this case was nothing short of a disaster.

And when Brooklyn asked David to do something, David never asked why.

This left Brooklyn with mixed feelings.

David's reply was not long in coming.

"Probably not today, Brooklyn."

This time the environment was not so noisy, and David's voice came clearly.

"There is a party in the bureau, and the boss can't leave."

Brooklyn chuckled in his heart, and his face sank.

What do you mean?

"The Boss said he appreciated your help."

David also seemed to realize that something was not quite right, and said cautiously.

After a while, David asked tentatively

"Brooklyn? Are you listening? ”

"Well, I'm here."

Brooklyn sat on the couch, kneading the corners of his forehead, chewing on the sentence repeatedly, his brain spinning rapidly.

Thanks for your help?

How did you help?

Rescue the second group?

Or is this simply a rhetoric?

Is this the director's declaration of war?

Brooklyn wasn't sure, he could only speculate with the greatest malice.

The director is very dissatisfied with his use of the police station, and the disposal of the second group is a strong man who broke his wrist, and now the director is unwilling to shake hands and make peace, he does not want to suffer.

"David, can't you get in touch with Ray?"

Brooklyn put away his thoughts and asked instead.

"I've asked people to inquire, and there's some trouble over there."

When it comes to his friends, David's voice is much more solemn.

"He could be disgraced."

Brooklyn frowned and asked, "Why?" He's hurt? Got a disability? ”

The Federal Army has this tradition. In order to reduce the amount of subsidies, they will have soldiers bully disabled soldiers, and when disabled soldiers are unable to fight back, they will immediately launch an investigation.

As a result of investigations, disabled soldiers are often disgracefully discharged from the military as a result of fighting.

Many soldiers suffer from PTSD, and for the safety of their families, they often choose to run away from home and become vagabonds, or buy a gun and act as thugs.

David mentioned the disgraceful retirement, and Brooklyn immediately thought of this.

"No, he's not hurt."

Brooklyn was relieved by David's answer, and then asked in confusion, "Why is that?" ”

"He wanted to come back and be a character witness for you, and he turned down the operation."

Brooklyn was stunned by this answer. He thought for a moment and sighed.

He has never met Raisu, so he can be said to be a complete stranger. Even Ray did not produce any substantial help to him.

But he couldn't help but accept this love.

Brooklyn just has few friends, not stupid. He clearly knows how rare a friend like Lei is, such a friend is an existence that can save your life, and a fool will give up.

"It's okay, David, you try what he wants, and if he doesn't have a good time in the army, let him come back."

"I need help here."

"Do you need help?"

David thought that these were two sentences, and after answering them, he repeated the following words in confusion.

"Well, Selena is my judge's assistant, and now that she's dead, I need someone I can trust to be my judge's assistant."

"Your findings haven't come back yet, have you?"

"I think it's fine." Brooklyn said confidently, "Even if there is a problem, people can find it in advance, and it is a big deal to change it to a paralegal." ”

"You don't need to know the law, just help me with the procedural stuff, you know, David, once the results of the investigation come down, I'm going to face the last three months of work. I couldn't have done it without an assistant. ”

"What do you think, Ray?"

David listened, hesitated for a long time, and then asked.

Brooklyn asked, surprised, curling the corners of her mouth

"Ray?"

"Competently, of course. Selena, that woman can do it, why can't Ray? ”

"Still, would Ray be willing?"

"I'll tell him."

David didn't pack the ticket and said seriously.

Brooklyn keenly captured a detail that the words revealed.

Ray's situation is not optimistic!