A phone call from the police department cast a shadow over the gathering of friends.

Given that David was so drunk, Ray volunteered to drive him to the police station, while Brooklyn stayed behind and waited for news.

Two hours later, Ray drove back on his own.

Obviously, David probably won't have time to come back today, and he won't even have time to rest in a short time.

"So long?"

Seeing Ray return, Brooklyn asked.

The City University of New York is the public university system of New York City and the largest urban university system in the United States, consisting of 25 colleges scattered throughout New York. Baruch College is located in Manhattan, not far from them.

Normally, it takes 2 hours to make a round trip from here to Baruch College, but today is Christmas, and the streets are so empty that you can't even see a ghost.

Under these conditions, it takes up to 1 hour to get from here to Baruch College.

"Hmm." Ray sat on the sofa, as if thinking about something, and replied a little casually, "It's snowing, the road is not easy to walk, and I drove a little slower." ”

Brooklyn cleaned up his plate and glanced at Ray.

Ray hadn't been quite right since he came back, and he was in a very depressed mood.

Maybe it was because I didn't feel good about seeing the death of those five students.

Brooklyn thought so and didn't ask more.

"Blue."

Brooklyn was washing dishes in the kitchen when Ray's voice suddenly came from behind. When he looked back, he found that Lei was standing behind him at some point, with a tangled and hesitant face.

"What's going on?"

"You say...... Is force really that important? ”

Ray frowned and asked a strange question that Brooklyn couldn't have imagined.

A veteran who has participated in many missions and has been to the battlefield asked him if it was important to use force.

Brooklyn feels like it's Christmas today, and it's funny enough.

"Of course, of course it is."

"If I had beaten you, I would have suppressed it by force a long time ago, and forced you to be my assistant."

Brooklyn made a joke, but Ray didn't, frowning as if he were thinking about the problem of the century.

Seeing this, Brooklyn could only return to normal.

"There was a very powerful man who said something."

He rinsed the washed dishes, set them aside to drain, wiped his palms, and coughed dryly

"ZQ can grow inside the gun"

"The independence and integrity of the country need to be maintained by force, without force, you will be bullied, anyone can intervene, you should have better experience than me."

"I'm not going there." Ray retorted.

Maybe the alcohol was too high, and Brooklyn looked sarcastic.

"Yes, yes, yes"

"What do you think the Federation relies on for global law enforcement, freedom and democracy?"

The glint in Ray's eyes flashed, and he shook his head and turned to leave.

"Nonsense."

"Sleep!"

Brooklyn pursed his lips, glanced back at the GI who seemed to have no depth, but was actually very deep, and continued to bow his head and wash his plate.

"That's nice, you can help me wash the dishes."

After tidying up the kitchen, Brooklyn found that Ray was already lying in front of the fireplace and snoring, he called softly twice, and when he saw that Ray did not respond, he simply went upstairs and found a guest room to sleep.

Lying on the bed, Leitch's strange behavior resurfaced, but before Brooklyn could think about it, under the influence of alcohol, he fell asleep in a daze.

Following.

Brooklyn, who had a splitting headache, sat in front of the fireplace with Ray who seemed to have nothing to do with breakfast, and sure enough, David didn't come back.

"What should I do?"

Eating his breakfast in his mouth extremely quickly, Ray asked.

"What?" Brooklyn looked up, puzzled, "What how?" Do what? ”

Under the influence of alcohol, he had no appetite at all, and his tongue seemed to strike, and he could not taste anything. This breakfast tastes like chewing wax to him.

"Assistant."

Ray prompted.

"Oh, you've changed your mind?"

Brooklyn put down the plate, picked up the water glass, and drank the milk inside, feeling the warmth of the milk in the stomach pouch, and the pain was relieved.

"I think you're right. An Asian comrade-in-arms of mine once said—"

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall"

Brooklyn listened expressionlessly as familiar and unfamiliar language popped out of Thunder's mouth in a strange tone, and his feelings were very complicated.

"He told me that this was said by an ancient great man in that country on the other side of the ocean, which means that we should do things before they happen, be aware of potential dangers in advance, and avoid them."

"I haven't heard of it, but it makes sense."

Brooklyn put down his glass, shook his head, and continued to pick up the rice.

Breakfast was made by him, using last night's leftovers, fried noodles.

"So I think you're right." Ray frowned, picked up the milk and tried it, then put it back in, "But what do I do?" Where to start? ”

"Drinking milk is good for the stomach, especially after drinking."

Brooklyn sensed Ray's movements and spoke.

"My stomach is good and healthy." Ray slapped his abdomen, "I guess it probably doesn't need this very much." ”

"It told me it didn't like milk."

Brooklyn rolled his eyes, snatched the glass, and wiped it out.

"The assistant doesn't ask for that much, I'll talk to Michael after the vacation is over."

"Last time Selena, we said yes."

In Selena's suicide case, although E.D.N.Y did not fall into Brooklyn's troubles, but also did not help, and stood on his side, according to the rules of the game of the Federation, E.D.N.Y did owe Brooklyn once.

In the Federation, a country where there are two groups of three people, the sense of community is very strong, such as the NYPD, their police have problems, they can solve them internally, others intervene, it will make them unhappy, and serious ones will even be regarded as provocations.

Because of this, various associations and trade unions in the federation were born, and it was on the basis of these rules of the game that they were born. Of course, these associations and trade unions are also a kind of political resource for politicians, which is of great help to them.

It is difficult to say that the emergence of such rules of the game in the Federation has nothing to do with politicians.

In Selena's suicide case, E.D.N.Y did not say a word throughout the whole process, with a fair and objective attitude, and according to the rules of the game of the Federation, he owed something to Brooklyn.

Not to mention that Brooklyn was ultimately proven innocent, even if he was indeed the murderer, E.D.N.Y should have helped him appropriately.

After Michael took office, he went to Brooklyn to talk about the assistant, which was a kind of compensation in disguise, a vague apology.

This is something that Brooklyn has only figured out after more than half a year of federal adjustment.

The Federalists are strange, they are both aggressive and united, and they seem to be ignorant, even indistinguishable. But sometimes they can ignore the cause, the right and the wrong, and treat you as one of their own just because you belong to the same organization and do the same work as them.

Sometimes they are aggressive at you because of the color of your skin, your habits, the way you dress, the position you park, the way you walk, whether you cross your left foot or your right foot when you enter the door, and so on.

E.D.N.Y's apology Brooklyn has received, but he doesn't plan to use it to make Ray a judge's assistant.

If he does do this, it will be a hidden danger for his future work.