Brooklyn jumped out of the car and walked over to the stranger, scrutinizing him.

This is a middle-aged man, not very tall, and not physically strong.

"Hello, Judge Brooklyn Lee."

By the light of the headlights, the stranger recognized Brooklyn's identity and tilted his head sideways

"Can you get Captain Leonard to let go of his hand? I'm here for you. ”

Leonard is Ray's last name, and Ray's full name should be Ray Leonard.

Captain was Leonard's military rank before he retired, and even Brooklyn didn't know it.

Thunder exerted force on his hand, and the stranger immediately let out a muffled snort and gasped

"Judge Brooklyn, I think there's some misunderstanding."

Brooklyn shook his head, turned and walked to the car door, reached for his phone and began dialing.

"I don't think a stranger who showed up at my door without being invited and was carrying a gun, I don't think it was a misunderstanding."

Brooklyn shook his phone, showed him the numbers on the screen, and pressed the dial button amid the stranger's incredulous gaze.

"If it's a misunderstanding, go and explain it to the police...... Feed? 911? I am Brooklyn Judge Brooklyn Lee in Court E.D.N.Y. 9.

A stranger broke into my house...... Yes, he has a gun in his hand...... Well, okay, please get the police over quickly. I'm scared...... Okay, bye-bye. ”

"Tie him up and stuff him in the back of the car."

Hanging up, Brooklyn said lightly, leaning closer to the stranger and reaching out to shove back the half-exposed document in his arms.

"The FBI has enforcement authority within the federal government." The stranger quickly recovered from a brief moment of shock, and he said in a deep voice

"Judge Brooklyn, I'm a law enforcement officer, you can't do that to me."

"The constitution gives every citizen his or her own legal rights, such as 'private property is sacrosanct.'" Brooklyn became interested, retracted the steps he had taken, turned back to the stranger, and asked with interest

"Are you trying to ignore Articles 5 and 13 of the Constitutional Amendment?"

"Also, you say you're the FBI, that's the FBI? I don't believe it. I've been to Quantiko, and there's no agent who has pointed a gun at an innocent citizen and told him with a straight face, 'It's a misunderstanding.'" Believe me, such agents have long been eliminated by instructors. ”

With that, Brooklyn took a rope out of the car and handed it to Ray, and then began to move things into the yard.

After clearing a room large enough for one person to enter, Ray couldn't wait to stuff the stranger inside.

Brooklyn held the paint bucket and glanced at the stranger's distinctive knots and looked at Ray in amazement.

"Your hobby is really special. No wonder he insisted on buying a big house. ”

The stranger's hands were tied behind his back, his two arms were held in an O-shape above his head, the rope was wrapped around his chest, trapping him into a leather shrimp, and the lower limbs were broken back and bent at the knees, and finally the rope was passed from the top of the head to the feet, to the crotch and to the chest.

The stranger is like a dancer, leaning back in an O-shape.

In order not to disturb the neighbors who were a few hundred meters away, Ray also thoughtfully sealed his mouth with a rope.

Lei stacked the two lacquer buckets together and walked into the courtyard with them in his arms, and when he heard this, his body paused for a moment, but he did not return the word.

Brooklyn shrugged, unimpressed, in his mind, Ray must have been shy of what he said.

When the two of them moved a truckload of goods into the house, the police car was late.

The police car stopped, and before it could be turned off, a chubby middle-aged policeman jumped out of the car and ran to Brooklyn sweating profusely.

"You're Judge Brooklyn Lee, aren't you?"

Seeing Brooklyn nodding, the policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead and apologized again and again.

"I'm sorry, Judge Brooklyn, I'm really sorry. We set off as soon as we got the call, but damn it, there was a car accident ahead. We're sorry we had to take a long detour. ”

Brooklyn waved his hand, unwrapped the entire bag of towels he was holding, and took out one and handed it to the police.

"It's okay, fortunately, my friend who was with me was good, and the gangster had been subdued and was in the car."

Brooklyn had no intention of embarrassing the police, let alone the police at these precincts.

Seeing the police walking in the direction of the car, Brooklyn also thoughtfully shouted, "Be careful, he has a gun." ”

The middle-aged policeman was also a little nervous when he shouted, and hurriedly gestured to his partner, and the two pulled out their guns and slowly approached the car door one left and one right.

Brooklyn stood in the courtyard and watched with interest.

The two patrolmen cooperated well, covering each other to open the car door and see the stranger tied into an O-shape inside.

The middle-aged policeman couldn't help but open his mouth wide, turned his head to look at Brooklyn, then looked at the wriggling O-shape, and then looked at Brooklyn strangely, and then beckoned his partner to carry the O-shaped man out of the car.

Handcuffed, unroped, and escorted into a police car, the middle-aged cop came to Brooklyn to say goodbye and shook the sweat-stained towel.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brooklyn. If I stain your towel, I'll take it back and wash it and return it to you. ”

Brooklyn smiled and nodded, and told him to stay safe on the road, and watched the police car leave, turning around and entering the house.

"Hurry up, Blue, we still have a big job to do!"

Ray had changed into his overalls, mixed his paint, and stood by the second-floor railing and yelled at Brooklyn.

"Here we are."

Brooklyn agreed, took off his clothes, changed into overalls, and distracted himself from the paint.

The middle-aged policeman was very self-motivated, and he probably didn't come for himself, but for his relationship with David.

Now everyone in the NYPD knows that the head of the homicide team, David Portman, is the director's favorite, and Director Reagan may leave the NYPD in the next few years, and the new director will be David Portman nine times out of ten.

Brooklyn's relationship with David is not deliberately hidden, and those who care about it can find out with a little attention. It is understandable that the middle-aged policeman wants to catch David's line by himself.

After all, now that he has come to the area under his jurisdiction, the so-called building near the water will get the moon first, and it must not be in vain.

Another stranger is worth pondering.

A circular pattern with a yellow edge on a blue background, a five-pointed star on the inner circle, and a crown, red and white stripes, and green bay leaf in the center......

Brooklyn recalls revealing half of his papers.

The stranger wasn't lying, he really was an FBI agent — unless his credentials were also forged.

What did the FBI come to me for?

Brooklyn instantly thought of the Emma case and of Walter O'Brien, who was listed as a witness for both the prosecution and the defense.

What David said seemed to be true.

Brooklyn sighed inwardly, wondering why the FBI wanted to absorb a 'special student' when it saw it. At the same time, I also sighed that the FBI's appetite is really good, meat and vegetables are not taboo, everything can be eaten, and everything can be digested.

"Blue!"

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden exclamation of thunder overhead.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't we say that the third layer should be painted in light gray? Why did you make a black paint? ”