"He's still at Baruch Academy."

On Hoover Avenue, Ray spoke as Brooklyn prepared to drive to the NYPD headquarters.

"You got in touch with him?"

Brooklyn slammed the steering wheel, with a slight force under his feet, successfully squeezed into the gap in the traffic next to him, and took the time to ask.

"Nope." Lei shook his phone: "I installed a positioning system on your phone. ”

"The main thing is that I am afraid of an accident and I can't find anyone."

As if afraid that Brooklyn would have an idea, Ray explained again.

Brooklyn thought of the guns in the car and did not refute.

Baruch College is in the Manhattan Flatiron District, and traveling from Brooklyn to Manhattan is to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. It was rush hour, traffic was congested, and by the time they arrived at Baruch College in Brooklyn, it was already dark.

Before entering Baruch Academy, you can see the lights in the academy from a distance, fire trucks, police cars, ambulances and broadcast satellite vehicles blocking the entrance, and there are a large number of people watching from the outside.

Pulling over to the side of the road, Ray naturally pulled out the pistol from his toolbox and stuffed it into his arms, pulling out a dagger and a delicate lady's revolver from under his seat.

The dagger was inserted into the boot, and the revolver was handed to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn looked at the half-palm-sized revolver, and then at Ray, who was waiting for him.

Ray stretched out his hand again and said with a serious face

"The attacker hasn't been caught yet, so it's not safe here."

Brooklyn looked in the direction of Baruch College, and wanted to ask Ray, with so many police officers and agents present, the attacker was still attacking, was he looking for death?

But in the end, he didn't say anything, silently took the revolver, stuffed it into his arms indiscriminately, and just silently reminded himself in his heart that it was time to take Lei to psychotherapy as soon as possible.

got out of the car, squeezed past the crowd of onlookers, came to the cordon, and before Brooklyn called David to come and let him go, he was discovered by reporters.

Reporters who were covering the bomb attack at Baruch College immediately swarmed up and surrounded Brooklyn.

Although the Emma case is over, the discussion has not stopped.

Unlike in the past, the discussion is now more focused on minors and government data protection.

As speculated in court at the time, the Emma case is no longer just an Emma case, but also represents the judicial system's penalency for such cases, and whether the two controversial points will become the norm and the policy correctness.

Some time ago, a Supreme Court justice even mentioned the Emma case in an interview, and the justice expressed his support for the final ruling.

The justice's statement undoubtedly added fuel to the fire and further aroused people's interest in discussion.

There are rumors that the Supreme Court may consider amending the constitution to tighten the excessive protection of minors and make the punishment scale in the Emma case a regular sentence.

The outside world has been disturbed, and the center of the vortex in Brooklyn has avoided giving interviews to the media in order to avoid trouble.

He knows his own family. He has a say in the case of Emma, but if it rises to the level of the punishment scale of minors, it is better for him not to mix.

That is an issue that the justices of the Supreme Court should consider, and it is easy to cause unnecessary trouble if he takes a position before the Supreme Court makes a statement.

It's just that I was worried about David's situation today, and I forgot for a while that there was a live media broadcast here, and I was accidentally surrounded.

Ray became nervous when the reporters pointed excitedly at Brooklyn, and he tensed up nervously when he saw so many people surrounding Brooklyn, and his two eyes were like searchlights, shooting back and forth in the crowd.

Brooklyn was also turning into a searchlight, ignoring the microphone that flooded him, and a pair of eyes strafing back and forth inside Baruch Academy.

Soon, he saw an acquaintance.

"Dexter! Dexter! Sorry, let it go! ”

The 'acquaintances' in Brooklyn rushed into the yard shouting and trying to squeeze into the cordon, but were stopped by the police guarding them.

Ray vigilantly turned off the microphone and protected Brooklyn behind him, his cheekbones bulging high, and a hand already reached into his arms.

Brooklyn hurriedly put his arm around Ray and almost called out to Dexter.

Luckily, Dexter had a keen sense of hearing and was able to distinguish Brooklyn's voice from the noise of the crowd.

He went to the cordon and explained a few words to the guards, and Brooklyn and Ray were let in.

"Thank you."

Brooklyn wiped the sweat from his forehead and sincerely thanked Dexter.

The reporter's posture just now was really scary, and the moment he was recognized, he was drowned out by the microphone, and there seemed to be 10,000 ducks around him, quacking and quacking.

Just now, if someone looked down from the sky, they would find that in the crowd, there was a human head on the microphone.

Ray was still in his arms with one hand, his cheekbones bulging and his eyes wide, like a frightened rabbit, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

He even looked at Dexter with a hostile look, his gaze sweeping over Dexter's neck and chest.

Brooklyn smiled apologetically at Dexter and patted Ray's arm.

Ray reflexively jumped back, pulled out his hand and aimed it at Brooklyn.

When the policemen on the side of the cordon saw someone pulling out their guns, they immediately became nervous and drew their guns and aimed them at Lei.

"Hey! Ray, man, it's me! It's me! ”

Brooklyn held up his hands in an attempt to calm Ray's emotions.

Ray's eyes widened, and his face flushed, as the blood vessels on his congested forehead bulged out and jumped. He looked particularly frightened.

"It's me, Ray. I'm Brooklyn. Brooklyn shouted, standing still, not daring to move.

Dexter stood behind him, squinting and observing.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of reporters from the periphery.

Click~Click~Click......

The flash flashes to illuminate the dim surroundings as if it were day.

Lei subconsciously raised his hand, but quickly put it down. His eyes widened, letting his physiological tears flow out, and he quickly crouched down and pulled out the dagger from his boot.

"Ray, don't be nervous, it's not ......"

Brooklyn felt bad when he saw the flashing lights on, and before he could finish his sentence, the man was crushed by thunder, and then he was pushed to hide behind the police car.

Seeing Thunder gasping for breath, his back pressed against the body, raising his arm and raising his gun to shoot at the crowd, Brooklyn quickly stood up.

"Ray, this is not a battlefield."

He shook Ray's shoulders and yelled at Ray

"That's a flash! Not flares! ”

"This is not a battlefield!"

Ray's eyes widened, and he looked up at Brooklyn in confusion, and the hand holding the gun slowly lowered.

"You're not on the battlefield, you're back. Thunder! ”

Brooklyn grabbed Ray's wrist and slapped him in the back in fear.

"You're back, Ray, it's safe here, it's safe here......"

Ray stiffened and leaned limply against the car.