Brooklyn didn't want to provoke people from the military. Because of Ray, his relationship with the military was not good, and later Robert and Cedric had an incident, which made Brooklyn's perception of the military even worse.

He knows exactly what the military has been doing around the world all these years. Therefore, after reading General Aldington's introduction, Brooklyn completely extinguished his thoughts about Anne Aldington.

Knowing Anne Aldington's identity, Brooklyn began to rethink deployment. Now that Anne Aldington can't get too much contact, he needs to find a new prosecutor as a partner.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Brooklyn didn't make up her mind who to choose. The remaining crooked melons and cracked dates in the District Prosecutor's Office are really unsightly, and reluctantly doing it may not only not be a help, but will drag yourself down.

Eventually, Brooklyn let out a long sigh and thought he might have time to try Chandler Kane.

For Chandler Kane, a guy who is good at forbearance, planning and then acting, if he didn't have a choice, Brooklyn would definitely not consider it.

This kind of deep-minded guy, Brooklyn can't completely reassure him at all. Chandler is different from Winston.

Although Winston also has the personality of a traditional politician, he also has a sincere side, and Brooklyn can clearly sense Winston's heart.

Chandler is the kind of person Brooklyn is not so sure. But now only Chandler can be considered.

When he got home, Ray hadn't slept yet, and he heard the sound of a car and ran out.

"So fast?" Seeing Brooklyn get out of the car, Ray asked in surprise. Brooklyn rolled his eyes angrily and pulled out the cardboard box and threw it to Ray.

"Do you know who her father is?" Brooklyn asked. Ray took the carton and put it on the sofa

"Who? Mr. President? ”

"Her dad is Mark Milley Aldington." The smile on Ray's face froze for a moment. He grabbed the carton again and headed upstairs.

"Oh."

"Rest early." Brooklyn turned off the TV and followed him up to the second floor. He didn't take tonight's events to heart, but was a little disappointed when he learned that Anne Aldington's father was Mark Milley Aldington.

But not everyone will be blind to what happened tonight. The next day, Saturday. Brooklyn was kneading the dough and preparing to teach Lei to make dumplings.

Ray's food is obsessed, his belly is very elastic, he lives with Ray, and there are few leftovers. With Lei's amount of food, if he eats dumplings alone, he has to tire him to death.

The dough is upside down with a basin, sprinkled with dry powder, cut out a strip with a knife, kneaded and cut into a small dough one by one, press the dough, and then roll it into a circle with a rolling pin, and a dumpling skin is ready.

Taking out the pre-prepared filling, Brooklyn demonstrates how to wrap the filling. Ray was smart and a great learner, and Brooklyn learned it just by demonstrating it once.

The rest is easy to say. Brooklyn rolls out the dough, Lei wraps the dumplings, and when all the dough is rolled, Brooklyn also joins the ranks of making dumplings.

The two of them packed more than a hundred in total. As soon as the last bit of stuffing was wrapped, there was a knock at the door.

Ray reached out and pressed Brooklyn, who was about to open the door, the flour on his hand stained Brooklyn's placket.

He made a silent gesture at Thunder and pulled out two daggers from under the dining table. The knocking continued.

Thunder silently rushed to the door, and easily took out a pistol from under the cabinet and loaded it. With a pistol in hand, Ray opened the door.

Outside the fence door, an old man in a black coat asked

"Does Brooklyn Lee live here?" Ray's gaze became gloomy. He recognized the man outside the door as Mark Milley Aldington.

Mark Millay was a spirited old man, and although his hair was already white, his waist was as straight as Ray's.

His face was very serious, his nasolabial folds were deep, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with an aura of non-anger and self-authority.

"What's the matter with Brooklyn?" Ray asked, his eyes wandering back and forth between the people around Mark Millai.

"I'm Anne Aldington's father." Mark Mie to identify himself

"I heard that he dropped my daughter off at the hotel yesterday. I want to talk to him. Ray looked back and saw Brooklyn nodding and opening the fence door.

Mark Millay led a group of people into the room and sat on the couch, while the people behind him quickly surveyed the room and stood silently.

"Hello, General Mark Millay." Brooklyn sat on the other side and nodded at Mark Milla

"What's the matter with me?"

Brooklyn Lee was born in 1990 in Lower Brooklyn, New York City. When he was 2 years old, his parents died in a car accident and he was sent to a welfare home in Denver, Colorado. In Brooklyn's shocked gaze, the man behind Mark Millai continued

"I met two orphans, David Portman and Ray Leonard, at the Denver Welfare Institute. When they were 6 years old, the three of them fled because they were dissatisfied with the food in the welfare home. ”

David Portman and Ray Leonard stole in exchange for food to feed the trio and provide for Brooklyn Lee's schooling. Until Brooklyn Lee went to college. ”

"After Brooklyn Lee was admitted to Harvard Law School, David Portman participated in the police selection and successfully joined the NYPD, and Ray Leonard signed up for the military and joined the Navy SEALs after layers of selection."

"...... while in college"

"Enough!" Brooklyn let out a low sigh. The man glanced at Brooklyn, pursed his lips, and continued

"Ray Leonard, shortly after joining the Navy SEALs, was sent to Asia to engage in a secret operation, during which he was influenced by the leader of the operation team, codenamed 'Instructor', to secretly join the Federation***......" Mark Millaine waved his hand, took over the conversation, and continued

"Under the influence of the 'instructors', 7 members of the operation team secretly joined the Federation***, and 3 members clearly objected and were ready to report the actions of others."

"At the behest of the 'instructor', team member Bill Quinns orchestrated a number of accidents and executed three teammates." Brooklyn sat still, his brain racing.

What to do? His gaze wandered back and forth between Mark Millay and his party, and finally ran into Ray. Ray had crept up to his waist, his eyes fixed on the two closest men to Mark Millai.

He smelled the same kind of thing from the two men. If there was a war, he would have to deal with these two men first.

Thinking so, Ray looked at Brooklyn beside him again, and silently put away the idea of going to war. The environment was so rudimentary, with so many people huddled together, that if the war started, Brooklyn would inevitably be beaten into a sieve in ten seconds.

"Don't be nervous, Judge Brooklyn Lee." Mark Milai reached out and took a stack of documents and placed it in front of him.

"I'm not one of the wild dogs of the FBI, who gives a bone and wags his tail at whomever he wants."

"Faith is personal freedom, and it has nothing to do with the military what party you join."

"Let's talk about you and Anne, my daughter." Mark Millay paused and continued

"You've had a lot of contact with Anne at work, and Anne seems to be getting into quite a bit of trouble lately." Anne Aldington is in trouble.

Her interview at the door of the state courthouse has been widely publicized by the media. It's hard to say whether the media is deliberately showing goodwill to the justice system, deliberately doing it, or just to win ratings, but now everyone knows that Anne Aldington, a prosecutor in New York, is going to prosecute a judge.

This is a provocation to the entire group of judges! Chandler had tried his best to broker the interview when he learned of it on Friday afternoon, and the judges are still waiting to see what Chandler does with Anne Aldington.

If the disposition is satisfactory, the matter is over. If the outcome is not satisfactory, the judges do not mind disposing of Chandler with him.

"Anne was a child with a sense of justice from an early age." Mark Mie said

"She loves what she does."

"Because of her mother, there are a lot of misunderstandings between us, and I want Anne to have a good time and do what she likes." Brooklyn glanced at the information in front of him, and was not bluffed by Mark Mee.

He shook his head

"I'm sorry, General Mark." Mark Millai's two snow-white eyebrows wrinkled together.

"Are you refusing?" He asked.

"Yes." Brooklyn nodded earnestly under the pressure on his face. Mark Millaine looked at Brooklyn for a moment and said in a deep voice

"Maybe you should take a look at them first."

"No need." Brooklyn didn't touch the material. Once he looked through it, it meant accepting the deal offered by Mark Mee.

"When you were 2 years old, your family had a car accident, and you weren't interested in the car accident either?"

"Car accidents happen every day in the Federation, and people die every day in car accidents. There's nothing strange about that. Brooklyn said calmly.

But his heart is not as calm as it seems. What do you mean? Why did Mark Milley introduce himself to Ray's profile?

Why is there no information about David? Why highlight that group and mention it repeatedly?

"Do you like Annie?" Mark Millaine changed the subject. Brooklyn nodded, admitting calmly.

"Anne is beautiful."

"But liking is just liking." Mark Millaine had an interested expression.

"Yes, Anne is indeed beautiful, she has inherited her mother's excellent genes, and my rational mind. Brooklyn, maybe you can try to make an effort. ”

"Since she went to school, every day there has been an annoying stinky boy following behind her, trying his best to get close to her."

"You're not like them, it's amazing that you've been able to go from being an orphan to where you are today and getting ahead with your two best friends. Brooklyn, if you're going to be in a relationship with Annie, as long as Annie likes you, I won't object. ”

"General Mark. Why do people have to keep everything they admire for themselves? Brooklyn asked rhetorically.

"Because you don't take it for yourself, what is good will belong to someone else." Mark Mi replied and continued to ask

"So, are you willing to give a little for something good?"

“no。” Brooklyn shook her head

"I'm sorry, I don't want to." Mark Meelai stared at Brooklyn and burst out laughing. He smiled and got up and walked outside.

"You'll be willing."

"Wait." Brooklyn stopped Mark Mee and picked up the documents and handed them over.

"I gave it to you." Mark Milai didn't answer, and walked out of the room with someone. After a few moments, the sound of the engine starting was heard outside, and then it slowly fell silent.

Brooklyn tossed the materials into the trash, glanced at the apprehensive Ray, and suddenly grinned.

"Causing an accident to kill three comrades, this is what you said 'not killing innocent people indiscriminately'?" Seeing that Ray was still uneasy, Brooklyn comforted

"Don't worry. The military and the FBI have always been at odds. They can't even look down on the CIA, which has worked with them many times. ”

"The people in the military are so arrogant that they won't care about this."

"Okay, don't think about it that much. It's time for us to cook dumplings. Brooklyn greeted.

"I'm sorry." Ray whispered. Brooklyn shook her head.

"We are brothers."

"Once with me this trouble, you and David have no intention of leaving me."

"Honestly, we've had it." Ray looked at Brooklyn's sincere gaze and was relieved, he shrugged his shoulders and joked.

"Oh! This is really sad news. Brooklyn exaggerated. The two laughed in unison.

He was indeed worried, but it was not Ray who was worried, but what Mark Mee had said before he left.

"You'd be willing," Brooklyn didn't think he was talking nonsense. If he dares to say that, he must have prepared a plan.

This means that he is likely to be caught up in this turmoil between prosecutors and judges. One side is Anne Aldington, and the other side is his own future.

This choice is easy to make. Even if Mark Mee didn't show up, he would have made the same choice.

But it's one thing to make your own choices, and it's another thing to be forced to make choices. This upset him.

In addition to this, there is the car accident mentioned by Mark Milai. Brooklyn unconsciously glanced at the trash can in the living room.

Why the hell did he put the car accident with the federal ***? Brooklyn was pretty sure that Mark Mee wasn't coming to tell Ray's story about himself in no way as a threat.

The chips he really wanted to trade for were the secret of the car accident. Brooklyn was also pretty sure that the document lying in the trash can was absolutely unanswered, and reading it only made me more curious.

What is written in it will make me so curious that I can't help but take the initiative to find Mark Mie and offer a deal.

In other words, Mark Milley is very sure that the secrecy of the car accident is enough to pay for his future.

Thinking of this, Brooklyn suddenly woke up. That information doesn't matter anymore. Ever since I had a conversation with Mark Millais, I've been involved in it.

As now, he didn't look at the information left by Mark Milai, but some of the things that Mark Milai mentioned had succeeded in piquing his curiosity.

He didn't read the information, but he had already guessed the weight of the secret of the car accident. Mark Millaine rambled, and for the other purpose of showing Brooklyn that he knew him and that his estimates were infallible.

The secret of the crash is a secret that is more important to Brooklyn than his future in Mark Mee's eyes.

Is it real, or is Mark Millaine bluffing? It was Brooklyn's turn to make the choice.