"I'll go to the head." Ray said a word and turned to leave. Brooklyn looked up in the direction where Ray had disappeared, a little uneasy.

When a person talks nonsense without three hundred taels of silver here, it proves that he is really ready to do something dangerous.

Ray's 'I'm going to go head' almost put 'I'm going to the toilet to do something' on his face.

And when facing himself, Ray was still nervous, otherwise he wouldn't call the toilet head. This is a name peculiar to the Navy.

In one sentence, four words, a whole bunch of information is revealed. This is not Ray's style. The only one who can make him so nervous is Lyrie Crewe.

Brooklyn didn't stop Ray because he didn't think Lenley Crewe would hurt Ray, and this would probably be the last time they would see each other in private.

Otherwise, Lely-Crewe wouldn't have let Ray out at such a crucial time last weekend. In fact, Lenley Crube was more cautious than Brooklyn envisioned.

Ray came out of his Brooklyn office just in time to see Lenley Crewe smiling into Judge Michael's office.

He walked into the toilet, and the three bailiffs who were urinating by the urinal looked up and looked at him.

Ray beckoned to them, and even slapped the buttocks of one of the bailiffs closest to the door, causing the bailiff to tremble and almost urinate on his colleague next to him.

He hurriedly adjusted his posture and glared back at Ray. Ray laughed, walked into the cubicle, and quickly stepped out.

"Is there any paper?" Ray asked. He has been at the court for a while and has a very good relationship with the court's bailiffs.

The innermost bailiff had already been dealt with, and he pointed to the wall with his pants in hand. Ray slapped his forehead, casually walked into a cubicle, and closed the door.

While solving personal problems, he chatted with his colleagues in the next cubicle, until the other party got up to leave, and at the moment when the door of the cubicle opened and closed again, he quickly got down, stretched out his arm, took out an envelope wrapped in a plastic bag from the toilet next door and stuffed it into his arms, then got up, fastened his belt, flushed, and walked out of the cubicle.

Coming to the outside room, Lei stood in front of the sink and washed his hands, and by the way, he straightened his hair in the mirror, looked left and right carefully, and seemed to be very satisfied with his hairstyle, then turned around and nodded at an unknown person and left.

The unknown man looked cold, walked quickly into the toilet, and went straight to the cubicle next to Ray. He closed the door and searched the cubicle carefully, but found nothing.

"Didn't find it." He walked into the cubicle and pressed his headphones.

"Who is using this compartment after the target?" The stranger went through it in his mind.

Hancock Statham, a bailiff, has been in the profession for 31 years...... boss, the target may really just use the toilet. The stranger whispered

"If there were people there in the court, they wouldn't have to take such a risk, they could have chosen a safer and safer way." There was silence in the headphones for a moment, agreeing with him.

…………………… Back at home, Ray trotted into the gun room and eagerly opened the plastic bag.

Inside the plastic bag were letters with the corresponding person's name written on the cover. The top envelope reads 'To Ray Leonard', the second one says 'To Brooklyn Lee', followed by 'Michael Desciato', a local prosecutor, a local police officer, a law firm lawyer...... There are dozens of letters.

That's all Lyleigh Crewe's work on, and it's the network of contacts he's built over the course of more than 80 years of life. Ray opened the envelope addressed to himself, and at the top was a list of people detailing the names and positions of the people to whom the envelope corresponded.

After taking the list and looking at it carefully, Ray tossed it into the metal basket at his feet. After writing a letter to him, judging by the feel, the thickness of his letter was worth several.

Lyrie Crewe didn't talk nonsense in the letter, he didn't even write on his head, starting with the first word, which was to explain things.

“…… The seafarer has been dealt with by the 'instructor', but the 'instructor' has also been sacrificed for ......" When he saw this sentence, Ray was silent for a long time.

If his original file in the army was still there, someone would have found out that the 'instructor' had been his boss.

The 'instructor' is his guide. According to what the 'instructor' used to tell him, the 'instructor' was actually his introducer.

“…… If you have a difficulty, you can ask for their help based on the list, and you can also seek help from Brooklyn Lee, but remember not to try to lead them to join, and don't try to trust the people on the list......"

“…… We have failed, this is a valuable lesson and experience, reality tells us that it will not work with the capital zy, but I firmly believe that in the land of the Federation, there is our soil for survival,"

"Comrade Ray Leonard, we can only go here, the future road is left to you to explore, and then, the flag is there, waiting for you to wake her up." At the end of the letter, there are three lines of brief emotion.

"I've been to the Soviet Union, I've been to the other side of the ocean, and the 'instructor' once asked me why I didn't stay there because of the fertile red soil on the other side of the ocean, yes, it's a red paradise, everything is ideal, but I still insist on returning to the Federation, because this is our country. My teacher went to Africa alone, sowed the fire, and died without regrets, how could I watch the people here struggle in chaos and confusion and enjoy it alone. ”

"Good luck, Comrade Ray Leonard." Ray read it with a blank face, folded the letter in half, he wanted to keep the letter, but the thought only stayed for a moment, and the next moment, Ray threw it into the metal paper basket, took out a match and lit it.

Ray bent slightly, staring at the raging flame, feeling the warmth it emanated, feeling the fire weaken and finally extinguish.

Only a cloud of ash was left in the paper basket, and sporadic sparks flickered and flickered. Ray stared at the ash for a moment, then reached out and touched the ash.

The fire was extinguished, and it was cold. ………………………… e.. Y, Office of Judge Michael.

The two assistants were kicked out of the door, and the only two in the room were Lenley Crewe and Michael.

"Tell the FBI that there is no need to investigate, all the survivors have been sent away by me." Lyrie Crewe smiled lightly and sat down on the couch, cocking Erlang's legs.

"And thank you, Michael, that without the channels you provided, we would really be wiped out."

"No thanks. And, we've always had a great time working together, haven't we? "Michael was equally relaxed.

Lyrie Crewe nodded, agreeing with Michael's statement.

"With a track record of participating in the extermination of us, you are safe." Lyrie Crewe said

"As a deal, you'll need to withdraw 15 fewer people than agreed." Michael Dow

"The FBI's determination is greater than you and I think." Lylee Crewe waved his hand, not wanting to continue the topic, and he leaned over suddenly

"We've worked together so happily, we should be friends, right?" Michael looked wary and didn't answer.

"At least we're good partners, right?" Michael nodded and sighed

"I admire your courage." Lyrie Crewe didn't take the stubble and said softly

"As a high-quality partner, I would like to entrust you with a little thing, is that okay?" Michael was silent for a long time and said slowly

"What's the matter?"

"Little Lyleigh Crewe." Lyrie Crewe stared straight at Michael Dao

"Those people who participated in the 'rush' are serving their sentences in the Metropolitan Prison, and I heard that the remaining seven people are doing well." Seeing that Michael didn't speak, Lyry Crewe sighed a little tiredly

"Now, I'm just a father who has lost a child. Michael. You also have children, so you should be able to understand my feelings. Michael was horrified, and looked up at Lyleigh Crewe for a long time

"I'm just a baggyman, not the chief justice of the federal court." Lyrie Crewe smiled, and he smiled and pulled an envelope from his bosom.

"700,000, 100,000 per person, is a very reasonable price, and the remaining 300,000 is your 'service fee'."

"Like you said, you're just a baggyman." Michael moved his fingers and accepted the envelope. As he said, Michael is not a federal judge, and his chief justice office is still under the dual operation of the FBI and Lenley Crewe.

Brooklyn's initial view was correct that the justice system could not allow the F.B.I. to meddle in the administration of justice, even because of a clean-up plan approved by lawmakers.

But Brooklyn's later speculation was problematic because of the asymmetry of information, and Michael's ability to sit in this position was a compromise brokered by Lyleigh Crewe.

Michael, an impure FBI agent, temporarily served as the chief judge, and with the FBI's cleanup plan, the plan ended, and Michael stepped down to beat people.

This is a way that is acceptable to both parties. As far as the judicial system is concerned, they have successfully defended the integrity of the judicial system and have not allowed other forces to interfere.

For the FBI, they can successfully complete their plans without fear of obstruction from the justice system. For Cleee Crewe, Michael is just a bag-carrying man, a trader, and he has more room to maneuver.

But also, as he said, he was a bagman, not a judge. …………………… On Saturday, members of the Judicial Conduct Committee and the Bar Association appeared in New York and made a beeline for the hotel where Lyry Crewe was staying.

The two sides met in the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, and they sat across the table, through the glass, outside a large number of media reporters squatting there.

In the presence of journalists, the Judicial Conduct Commission and the Bar Association read out the investigation into the complaint against Lylie Crewe for obstruction of justice and unethical ethics.

They announced that during the investigation, Lyrie Crewe was suspended from all duties and barred from leaving New York City.

Lyrie Crewe calmly accepted the restraining order under the light of the flashing lights, and he even took his face lightly and smiled at the media reporters outside.

At noon, the news that Lylee Crewe was given a restraining order, as well as that he was formally investigated and suspended from his post was reported by several media outlets.

Brooklyn and Ray were having dinner when they saw the story. Ray was expressionless, as if he didn't know Lyley Crewe at all.

Brooklyn sighed as he looked at Ray and then at the picture of Lyley Crewe, which was posted on TV as a wanted man.

Lyrie Crewe has walked to the gallows. On Sunday, a number of media outlets reported on Lyleigh Crewe's life again.

This time, instead of selective reporting, they introduced Lyleigh Crewe's life in very general language, and announced Lyleigh Crewe's 'belongings', among which the eight-story building in Manhattan was marked in red and attracted attention.

At noon on the same day, it was reported in the news that Lyry Crewe was suspected of 'participating in the organization of KB attacks' and 'colluding with overseas KB organizations for suspected treason', and the FBI officially launched an investigation against him.

In the picture, Lylee Crewe is handcuffed, covered with a black hood, and stuffed into a car. Ray stared straight at the TV, his teeth clucking.

Eventually, he calmly got up and went upstairs and went into the training room to start training. Brooklyn was 'lucky' to witness the collapse of a sun-like 'great man' in less than half a month.

………………………… NYPD Headquarters, Conference Room. All the members of the Scorpio team, the BAU, the NYPD Eucalyptus team, and Director Reagan gathered together.

The air pressure in the conference room is a bit low. Just now, the New York Harbor killers took down seven cities in a row. Over the course of a weekend, seven people were killed.

In just five days, 12 lives have been lost in the hands of the New York Harbor killers. Police, BAU, Scorpio Squad...... The pressure on the shoulders of all involved departments has increased dramatically.

The New York Harbor killers have attracted the attention of the FBI, and they have deployed New York's Crackdown on High-IQ Crime Team to join the investigation.

Of course, it is not without good news. Walter O'Brien has returned from the California lab, and he's had a lot of things to gain there.

According to his inspection, the California lab's cyber defenses are so strong and speculative that conventional intrusion methods simply can't be achieved, and the California lab's computer room has a very inexplicable mechanism - as soon as data is written, an alarm will be triggered immediately, whether it is legal or illegal.

Walter O'Brien was stunned when he saw the mechanism, and it was hard for him to imagine how the people in the California lab could work every day against the sound of the alarm.

This mechanism completely ignores any sophisticated hacking techniques, because even if you write data through formal means, even if the experimental data is formally recorded inside the laboratory, it will trigger an alarm.

And the alarm is very loud. In this case, the data is still missing, which is no longer a question of technical proficiency, it is obvious that there is a problem with the staff on duty.

Unless he was deaf and blind at the same time, he would not be blind to the shrill sirens, and he would not be blind to the flashing red lights of the post.

Walter O'Brien's investigation echoes Jason Gideon's findings. Jason Gideon confirmed that the dismissed employee did not die of natural causes by asking the treating physician of the dismissed employee.

According to the attending doctor, every time an employee is brought in, he is covered in dirt and smells foul.

It's as if he deliberately went to lie down in a place where he was prone to infection. And then Walter's investigation into the invasion of hospitals and California police gave them a major breakthrough.

Walter recognized the intruder's identity.