Anne didn't say it, but Chandler did.

"Brooklyn." He said, "The judge you know best." ”

Chandler pulled a table from under the table and showed it to Anne.

"This statistic shows that when it comes time to file an indictment in federal court, you prefer to send it to E. y, and not other courts. ”

"In e.. In Y, you were more engaged, more active, and more professional in the case that Judge Brooklyn took over. ”

"Annie, this shows that even you yourself have a bias to take a position."

"You prefer Judge Brooklyn."

Anne opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word to refute it.

"Even you have a tendency, and the judge can't avoid it." Chandler continued, "On what basis do you assume that Judge Regulus's emotional inclination is not a normal reaction, but because he is in league with Bobby Singh?" ”

"The Judicial Conduct Commission receives hundreds of similar complaints every day. And why should the Judicial Conduct Commission choose your complaint among hundreds of similar complaints instead of throwing it in the trash? ”

Anne was dumbfounded by Chandler's words.

Chandler got up and went back behind his desk.

"Hand over all the pieces in your hand to the others, and you can rest first."

"The internal affairs department will investigate you later, and you will cooperate."

"I'll call Judge Regulus first, and if he doesn't mind, I'll go and apologize to Judge Regulus when the Home Office investigation is over and you have proven that there is nothing wrong with you."

"When will I get Judge Regulus's forgiveness, and when will I get back to work."

"......"

Anne had to plead, but Chandler didn't want to hear it anymore.

Three minutes have arrived.

Without looking up, he pointed in the direction of the doorway.

"Remember to bring it to the door."

Anne opened her mouth, gave Chandler a puffed look, and turned away.

Back at her desk, Anne slammed her paperwork on the table, crackling and tidying up her belongings.

Bang~

He pulled out all the files in his bag and smashed them on the table. Anne didn't hand over to anyone, and walked downstairs with a shriveled paperbag.

As soon as I got into the car, my mobile phone rang. It is the number of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Anne hung up irritably.

Fasten your seatbelts and your phone rings again. It's still the number of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Anne simply blacklisted the number, put the phone on silent again, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the parking lot.

Racing aimlessly on the road, Anne couldn't help but glance at the co-pilot's mobile phone several times, the screen constantly lit up and went off, and finally simply covered the phone with a document bag, out of sight.

Before she knew it, it was already dark, and Anne's car's fuel tank was already on the red light, she parked the car in the parking lot, looked up, and found that she happened to run to the back door of L&O.

Get out of the car and walk into the bar. The bar was filled with soothing music, as always, with people sitting here and there, talking in whispers, and bursting into laughter from time to time.

"Prosecutor Anne." Crowley, the bartender, was wiping down his glass, and when he saw Anne sitting at the bar, he picked up a cup and pushed it over, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Whiskey."

Crowley poured Anne a glass of wine.

"Thank you, Crowley."

Anne suddenly burst out with a word of thanks, picked up the cup and drank it down.

"Again."

She gestured to the glass she had put down.

……………………

Brooklyn was sitting at home watching TV, and a clip of Anne Aldington's interview had just finished airing on the evening news, and Will was commenting.

His phone suddenly lit up.

Anne Aldington called.

Frowning and turning down the volume, as soon as he picked up the phone, he heard a noisy sound coming from the earpiece.

"Brooklyn, come out for a drink."

Anne's tongue-wide cry was still clear in the midst of the noise.

"Where are you?"

Brooklyn asked with a frown, glancing at his phone.

"Bar!"

"Hurry up! Come and drink! ”

"I'm in for a treat! Oh roar ~ wow oh ~ "

Then came the howling of ghosts and wolves.

"Hello?"

"Annie?"

"Annie?"

No matter how Brooklyn shouted, there was no response on the other end of the phone.

Just as Brooklyn was about to hang up, a familiar voice came.

"Judge Brooklyn?"

"Crowley?" Brooklyn asked, uncertain.

"Yes, it's me."

"I'm honored that you remember me."

"Well, Prosecutor Anne was a little too drunk, she was already drunk, and I was more worried that it would not be safe for her to go home alone. After asking her to call someone to pick you up, she called you. ”

"I'll go now." Brooklyn said immediately.

"Okay, Judge Brooklyn, don't worry, we still have an hour to go. Even if it's a foreign fight, I'll wait a while. ”

"Okay, thanks, Crowley."

Hanging up, Brooklyn got up and went to get his coat. Ray looked up at Brooklyn.

"Anne Aldington?"

Brooklyn nodded.

"Remember to bring your wallet." Ray admonished.

Brooklyn was about to say thank you, but Ray continued, "Take precautions." ”

"Do you need me to take your leave tomorrow?"

"Get out!"

Ray jumped to his feet with a grin, dodged Brooklyn's kick, and rushed upstairs in three or two steps.

As Brooklyn got dressed and ready to go out, Ray rushed down again.

He mysteriously took out a box of small umbrellas and stuffed them into the pocket of his Brooklyn coat, and said with a wicked smile, "I use this one, I hope you don't use it too much." ”

After saying that, he patted Brooklyn on the back with a very relieved expression.

"Let's go."

Brooklyn was pushed out of the house by Thunder laughing and crying.

It's not too warm in New York in February, and the nights are a bit frozen. Good thing there was heating in the car.

After driving some distance in Brooklyn, the temperature in the cab came up, and it was already a little hot.

He simply took off his coat and threw it on the passenger seat, wearing only a sweater and shirt, and continued to drive towards L&O Bar.

An hour later, Brooklyn arrived at the bar, grabbed his coat and put it on, and walked into the bar with it open without buttoning it.

It was already foreign time, and there was no one left in the bar, and the last customers who were about to leave walked out in twos and threes, smiling and saying goodbye to Crowley as they passed the bar. When you meet Brooklyn at the door, you will greet each other if you know each other.

When Brooklyn walked into the bar, she saw Anne Aldington sleeping on the bar, muttering from time to time.

Crowley was cleaning.

Seeing Brooklyn arrive, he took out Annie's file bag from behind the bar and put it on the bar.

"Judge Brooklyn."

Brooklyn thanked Crowley and patted Anne on the shoulder to see if she could walk on her own.

"She seems to be bothered by what happened this afternoon. Maybe you can enlighten him. ”

Crowley said.

Hearing Brooklyn's name, Anne rose from the bar and looked around drunkenly.

"Brooklyn? Where? Where? ”

She did drink a little too much, and after a while she couldn't sit still anymore and began to slide on the ground.

Brooklyn could only step forward and hold her.

"She's drinking a little too much." Crowley explains, "I was busy around nine o'clock, and she ended up drinking a whole bottle of freshly opened whiskey herself. ”

"When I got back, she was drinking the other half bottle."

"Brooklyn!" Anne lay in Brooklyn's arms, muttering Brooklyn's name, "Regulus is an old bastard." ”

"Old bastard~~"

Brooklyn said goodbye to Crowley and helped Anne out.

Anne was still muttering that Regulus was a jerk.

"You know no~ he~ he's just a bastard... Old bastard..."

"He's a liar... Why are there liars everywhere..."

"Regulus is a liar..."

"Mark... Mark Milley is also a liar..."

Brooklyn's hand as he opened the car door paused.

Mark Milley Aldington.

The name is somewhat familiar.

"Mark Millay is a jerk... Like Regulus... Old bastard..."

Anne scolded, suddenly tilted her head, and smirked at Brooklyn.

"You... You're ...... too."

"Hey, hey, hey......"

She smiled, raised her hand and pinched Brooklyn's face, and smirked again.

Brooklyn put her in the passenger seat, walked around the front of the car, and as soon as she got into the cab, Anne leaned over again, and while Brooklyn was helping her to fasten her seat belt, she supported Brooklyn's face with both hands, and the flesh on his face piled up together, creating several wrinkles.

"You too...... It's a bastard...... Hey hey ......"

Brooklyn frowned and tied both of her hands to her seat belt, and Anne was like a silkworm chrysalis, chrysalis back and forth in the passenger seat.

Brooklyn started the car, and as soon as she pulled out of the parking lot, Anne's hands broke free of her seat belt.

She fumbled around, pulled out a cardboard box from under her buttocks, and took it to her eyes to look at it seriously. Then he threw the carton in Brooklyn's face.

"And say you're not a bastard!"

"I... I won't ...... with you Walk...... Let me go down......"

Anne screamed and struggled.

Brooklyn parked the car on the side of the road, picked up the carton in his arms, and looked at it, his face turned dark.

"Let me go... I'm telling you... If you dare... What do you dare to do to me...... Mark old bastard will kill you...... Kill you......"

Stuffing the carton into his pocket casually, Brooklyn looked at Anne who was chrysalis in the co-pilot with some embarrassment.

After thinking for a moment, Brooklyn decided to take her to the hotel near the courthouse to rest.

It just so happens that there is also a lady in the Scorpio group who can let her take care of Anne.

As Anne was, he had bold ideas more than once, but he wasn't prepared to put them into action.

Brooklyn doesn't deny that he has a crush on Anne Aldington, but he's not someone to take advantage of.

At least when it comes to playing cards, he's not.

drove to the hotel, first went to open a room, and then went to communicate with Lele of the Scorpio group.

By the time Brooklyn helped Anne out of the car to the hotel, Lele had already come down.

"She's drunk too much, please take care of it."

Brooklyn had already made it clear on the phone that they would meet at this time and say it again.

Lele glanced at Brooklyn, reached out to take Anne, and helped her to the elevator.

The elevator door closed and the car started, Anne didn't stand still and rushed towards Brooklyn.

The two scrambled to hold the man steady, and as soon as Brooklyn let go and straightened up, a familiar cardboard box fell from his pocket to the ground.

The only two sober people in the car immediately focused their eyes on the cardboard box.

[Fruity thread bumps, three mixed packs]

Brooklyn awkwardly bent down to pick up the carton and put it in his pocket as if nothing had happened.

There was silence in the elevator.

Bite~

Arrival floor.

The moment the elevator door opened, Brooklyn blocked the elevator door as if nothing happened, allowing Lele to help Anne out.

Coming to the door of the room, Brooklyn took out the key and gave it to Lele, watched Lele help people in, and was just about to leave, when he heard Lele say behind him

"Why don't you come in and sit down for a while?"

"No need."

Brooklyn refused steadfastly and calmly walked to the elevator.

"Why don't you come in and sit down for a while?" Lele asked again.

"Nope."

Brooklyn replied steadily, his steps quickening.

Seeing Brooklyn disappear into the elevator, Lele closed the door, helped Anne take off her clothes, and muttered "Fruity smell?" ”

After setting up Annie, Lele turned on the computer and contacted his companions while playing games to inquire about the progress of the investigation.

The team led by Pitt to crack down on high-IQ crimes, with the help of Scorpio, has locked up the suspects.

They are basically sure that the one who killed Rambiza Yoon and Kim Jae-jong was the one who spilled urine at the naturalization ceremony.

According to background checks, the Urine Splasher joined the KKK while in college, has always been hostile to immigrants, has participated in anti-immigration activities on several occasions, and is a key member of the anti-immigration organization in New York City.

But again, according to the data, the urine spiller does not have the best computer skills. When Rambiza Yoon and Kim Jae-jong were killed, all the surrounding surveillance was emptied, and the information of these two people disappeared from the database of the police station and the immigration bureau.

The only place where their information is kept is e. y's system.

Combined with the scars on the two deceased's bodies that closely resemble those of the New York Harbor killers, Scorpio believes that it is highly likely that the person who spilled the urine is related to the [Patriot].

They are ready to stand still and use the urine spiller to fish out the [Patriot].

On the other side, Brooklyn returned downstairs, and as soon as he opened the car door, a smell of alcohol came to his face.

Lowering the windows of the car, the ventilation smelling of alcohol, Brooklyn pulled out his phone and Googled Mark Milla.

He first typed in Mark Mi and found that there were a lot of search results.

He then changed the search term to Mark Milley Aldington, and this time the results were much more precise.

Mark Milley Aldington, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, with the rank of General.

Born in Winchester, Massachusetts, Mark Milley Aldington graduated from Princeton University and was a National Defense student in the class of 1980.

He served in the 2nd Brigade of the 10th Mountain Division of the Federal Army, and later participated in the SEAL selection and was successfully selected. It is rumored that several covert operations were carried out during the SEAL.

In November 2011, he was awarded the rank of Major General and served as the commander of the 10th Mountain Division of the Army.

In December 2012, he was promoted to the rank of lieutenant general and served as the commander of the 3rd Army Corps.

In August 2015, he was promoted to the rank of general and served as Chief of Staff of the Army. In the same year, he became Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

There's also a lot of detailed information on Google, which can be summed up in one sentence - this is a military elder.

Mark Milley Aldington is not only a military veteran himself, but he also has many supporters in the military.

Not every SEAL can become a general and attend the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"No wonder you want to kill someone."

After reading Mark Milley Aldington's introduction, Brooklyn muttered.