Sometimes it may seem like there are many options to choose from, but there is only one. For example, someone who hasn't been in touch for a long time suddenly calls you, and if one of them doesn't get through, you have to continue calling until you answer.

It's most likely that he's getting married and invites you to the wedding. Or his son or daughter is getting married and invites you to the wedding.

To be more precise, it doesn't matter if you don't get there, you get the gift money. It seems that you have many options, you can choose not to answer, you can choose to block, you can choose to answer but make excuses, but you don't.

If you don't pick up, he'll keep calling. If you block it, he will hit your V letter. You make excuses, and he'll help you figure it out.

So, from the first second the bell rings, you have only one option. The same is true of what Mark Milley left to Brooklyn.

It may seem like there are many options in Brooklyn, but in fact, from the moment Mark Mee knocks on the door of Brooklyn's house, there is only one option left.

The rest of the options are just for topping-up. While Brooklyn was thinking about a way to break the game, Mark Milley had arrived at the hotel.

Facing Anne Aldington, Mark Meaille showed an almost flattering side. He changed into a casual suit, drove all his men away, and sat down on the chair next to the bed, smiling and listening to Anne's cynicism, full of kindness.

"Yes, yes, Dad already knows it's wrong."

"Yes, yes, Dad misses Mom too."

"You're right, Dad shouldn't interfere in your life."

"That's right, Dad used to be too strong."

"Anne, will you give Daddy a chance?"

"Mom doesn't want our relationship to continue to be so stiff, right?" Whatever Anne says, Mark Millay will first agree, and then come up with a series of arguments to prove Anne right.

By the end, Anne didn't want to say anything. She asked as she touched up her makeup in the mirror, tucked her lipstick into her bag, and walked out of the bathroom

"How did you suddenly end up in New York?" Mark Millaine explained with a smile

"Business."

"The Department of Veterans Affairs has reported that there is something wrong with the veterans' club in New York, and I'll take a look." This kind of nonsense can't even fool ghosts, and naturally it can't fool Anne, who has a full understanding of Mark Milai.

"If you don't want to say it, you can choose not to say it. There's no need to lie to me. I'm no longer a little girl who only shiveres with a doll. Mark Milai was silent for a moment, and the false smile on his face vanished.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the back of his loose-skinned hand, and a painful look flashed across his face.

"Annie, I was sick then."

"You're really sick." Anne scoffed. There was silence in the room. Anne tied her hair together, pulled a ponytail, put on her coat, picked up her paperwork bag and walked out.

With Mark Mee, she didn't want to stay for a minute.

"Whatever you're here for, mind yourself and don't meddle in my business." Anne gave a warning and opened the door to leave.

Coming out of the elevator, Anne pulled out her phone and called Brooklyn.

"Did Mark Milai come and look for you?" As soon as the phone was connected, Anne asked directly.

"Hmm," Anne said deliberately aloud as she glanced back at the elevator room, seeing the doors open and Mark Millaine coming out of it

"Whatever he says, leave him alone."

"He's just a bullshit!" Anne apologized to Brooklyn again and hung up.

The old bastard didn't have the slightest sense of being scolded, and after a while, he had come out of his sad mood, still smiling, and followed Anne step by step.

Anne was impatient with him and asked directly

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

"It's Saturday, dear." Mark Millay said innocently.

"Don't use your little girl's tricks on me." Anne said in disgust

"It makes me sick."

"I ............"

"How are you?" Anne cut the subject

"You're just having fun with them, you're trying to solve your physical needs? Are you sincere to your mother? Do you really love Mom? You were suffering from PTSD at the time? Do you think your mother is an enemy? Do you think your home is a battlefield? ”

"Come on, Mark Milai, do you believe that?"

"You're only going to use these words to deceive yourself so that you can feel better."

"But you and I both know that you killed your mother in front of your six-year-old daughter!" Anne exclaimed

"You're still going to kill your daughter!" She pointed to her mouth.

"It's a fact, a fact that can never be changed."

"Don't follow me anymore! When I see you, I think of my mother. ”

"Wait." Mark Millay called out to Anne with a gloomy face. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he grabbed Anne and walked to the side.

"Let's talk."

"We don't have much to talk about." Anne struggled

"If you don't let go, I'll call the police."

“ok！” Mark Millaine let go of his hand

"I've been to Brooklyn Lee." Seeing Anne stop, Mark Mie spoke

"Since you don't want to...... Then we'll talk about you. ”

"I've been to Brooklyn Lee, and he can help you out."

"Why should he help me out of trouble?" Anne scoffed

"By virtue of the fact that you are an army general?"

"It's a fair trade. I had in my hands what he had always wanted. Mark Milai didn't care about Anne's taunts, he was immune for so many years.

"Annie, whether you admit it or not, I am your father."

"I'd rather he was." Anne sneered and casually pointed to a homeless man on the side of the street who was rummaging through a trash can.

"You're in big trouble, Annie." Mark Mie said

"Judges are a whole group, and what you said to the media yesterday was a provocation to the whole group of judges."

"That boss of yours, Chandler, his good offices are useless. It would only be useful if someone from within the judge would come forward. ”

"You're going to make Brooklyn a traitor?" Anne asked incredulously

"It's my business! I can fix it myself! ”

"Nope! You can't! Mark Milley said solemnly

"Annie, you are my daughter, and no matter how much you deny it, it is an unchangeable fact." Anne stared at Mark Mie for a moment, and her heart suddenly swelled with great disappointment, grievance, and anger.

"I said why are you so positive!"

"What happened yesterday afternoon, you're in New York this afternoon!"

"Are you afraid I'm going to implicate you?"

"Don't worry, General Mark Milai, you be your general, I'm just a prosecutor and have nothing to do with you."

"If you're not at ease, how about we go to the media now and make a statement?"

"Don't worry, I'll go to the reporters, and I'll state to them that we don't have anything to do with each other for a long time!" Anne stepped on her high heels and walked towards the parking lot, took two steps and stopped, turned and said

"Mark Aldington, change your name back. You don't deserve to use your mother's name. Walking into the parking lot, turning around, Anne patted her forehead, and then remembered that Brooklyn had sent her here yesterday, and her car was still parked in the parking lot of the lo.

Taking a taxi to LO and getting into her car, Anne couldn't control it anymore and curled up on the steering wheel and cried bitterly.

On the other hand, Brooklyn didn't know that Mark Milley and his daughter had just had a big fight, and he and Ray were cleaning up the table.

As expected, the two men ate all the dumplings. Most of it went into Ray's belly. Sometimes he was really curious about how Ray's belly grew to fit so many things.

After cleaning up, Brooklyn sat on the couch watching the news, and Ray prepared to go out. Unlike usual, this time Brooklyn shouted Ray.

"Mark Millaine can't intervene with us." Brooklyn said

"Once he does that, the old men of Congress will naturally take action without us." Brooklyn was worried that Ray was impulsive and went to find Mark Rice.

With his knowledge of Ray, he didn't think Ray was better than Mark Mee. Once Ray goes to find Mark Millais, unless they meet and give him a bullet, once the exchange begins, the most likely outcome is that Ray is fooled by Mark Millaine and can't find North.

Ray touched his nose in embarrassment and pulled out a cardboard box from his pocket.

"I'm going to ......" Brooklyn rolled his eyes, secretly saying that Ray was really big-hearted.

"Go, go, go." Ray put the cardboard box back in his pocket, grabbed his car keys and walked out of the house. Driving out of the community, Ray first went to New York Harbor, and after getting the information, he went straight to Hoover Avenue and finally stopped across from a hotel.

Turning on the lights in the cab, and quickly flipping through the information through the dim light before destroying it, Ray opened the toolbox, took out a dusty hoodie and put it on, took out a peaked cap and put it on, put on gloves, and finally took out a pair of sneakers with the pattern off and put it on.

Ju Yan looked in the mirror to make sure that the disguise was complete, and Ray walked across the road. After dodging the surveillance, walking into the hotel parking lot and taking a turn, and confirming Mark Millay's car, Ray walked to the front desk, took out his ID and said that he was Mark Milley Aldington's entourage security member, and successfully obtained Mark Milley's room number.

Walking the stairs to the door of the room, Ray looked left and right, lowered the brim of his hat, and knocked on the door.

"Room service."

"Come in." Mark Milai's voice came from the room. Swiping open the door with a card from the hotel staff, Ray walked in and closed the door with his backhand.

The room was dimly lit, and Mark Milai was wearing a bathrobe, sitting alone with his back to the door, sitting in front of the window overlooking the night view.

"If you don't come again, I'll have to rest." Hearing Ray's footsteps approaching, Mark Millet turned around and said.

Ray didn't talk nonsense, his back muscles were tense, his waist leaned forward, and the whole person was like a vigorous cheetah, he rushed to Mark Milai in three or two steps, stretched out his arm to fix Mark Milai's neck, and pressed his forehead with the other hand and pulled it back.

"Mark Milley Aldington." Ray leaned into Mark Millay's ear and warned in a fierce voice

"I don't care how you found out about all of this, stay away from Brooklyn." Mark Millay was strangled by the neck, and every time he exhaled a little breath, Ray's arm tightened again.

As the air in his lungs became less and less, Mark Millai's face began to redden, and he opened his mouth in an attempt to breathe in more air to relieve the burning pain in his lungs.

Ray did not relax, but continued to tighten hard, repeating ferociously

"Stay away from Brooklyn!"

"Uh...... Uh......" Mark Millaine opened his mouth, his eyes rolling. Just as he was about to pass out, Ray let go of his arm.

Mark Millay bent to his knees, gulping for fresh air and coughing in pain.

Ray picked up the wine bottle on the windowsill and slammed it hard, causing the wine bottle to shatter. He leaned over and lifted Mark Milley by the collar, the sharp glass ballast approaching Mark Milley's eyes.

Mark Millais's eyes widened and he laughed.

Ray Leonard...... Ahem...... Ahem......"

"I've seen your profile." He ignored the glass ballast in front of him, and instead talked about Ray's past.

"Joining *** makes your conscience feel a little better?"

"Brooklyn? That's a kind kid...... Cough...... Ahem...... If he knew what you did in Asia, I think it would have been a great scene. ”

"Be on point, you haven't forgotten what SEAL taught you, have you?"

"Be on point, don't shake your hands. Come, take your anger out on it. Do all the things you did to those poor people to me, and see if you can make your poor and cowardly heart feel a little better. ”

"Maybe you'll be able to get some good sleep."

"Come on, come on!!" Mark Millay roared, the green veins on his neck bursting and jumping abruptly.

"Use everything you've learned from the seal to me, and let me check and see if you're still the best fighter!" Seeing that Thunder stopped, Mark Millay grinned.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

"They come to you every night, right?"

"It doesn't matter. You can blame everything on your superiors. You're just obeying orders. Right. You must have thought so, right? ”

"Shut up!" Ray stared at Mark Milai with a gloomy gaze, casually threw away the glass ballast, and said coldly

"I'm not like you."

"Mark Milai."

"You're only going to make a fool of yourself."

"I admit my mistakes, and I will make up for them with actions."

"Seal doesn't produce cowards. So you're kicked out of the seal. You'll just hide behind and instruct others to do bad things. You don't even have the courage to do it yourself. ”

"It must be cool to kill your own wife in front of your daughter and then put a gun into her six-year-old daughter's mouth, right?"

"If it weren't for the bullets hitting your wife, you would have killed a daughter to help the fun. Whenever you dream of all this, you must be trembling with excitement, right? Mark Milai stopped shouting, he stared at Ray with gloomy eyes, and said calmly

"Ray Leonard, you'd better know what you're talking about."

"Shut up, coward." Ray let go of his clutched collar and turned to walk outside.

"One last warning, stay away from Brooklyn."

"Seal has taught me a lot, like how to break your daughter's neck with ease." With that, Ray walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

In the room, Mark Millaine sat on the floor, staring at the closed door, his face cloudy.