The night was deep.

Brooklyn was disturbed by an email from Michael, and couldn't rest at all.

Like him, there are many people who haven't slept all night.

Harvard, Law School.

John Manning, who had just hung up the last phone call after sending the invitation, had a very complicated expression.

John Manning walked out of the room with a cigar in his hand, standing on the terrace blowing the cold breeze and looking out at the dimly lit campus.

John Manning was personally very unhappy with Brooklyn's approach tonight.

He is very optimistic about Brooklyn, believing that he is the banner of the younger generation of Harvard, and he is also the leader of the younger generation, and only Brooklyn can afford to confront Yale.

John Manning admits to this, and even played a significant role in it. But he also thinks that Brooklyn is too young to be sheltered by them, and that he needs to follow in their footsteps and learn things that can't be learned in a school classroom.

Brooklyn is the future leader of Harvard Law School, not the present!

But what Brooklyn did tonight all revealed a signal that the future leader can't wait.

She didn't want to wait for their generation to grow old, he wanted to be crowned now!

John Manning has a very big opinion on this.

But after much consideration, he did not stop it, but agreed.

Not just because the benefits of Brooklyn's concession were enough — the whole storm from New York was all Brooklyn's work, and John Manning was able to expand his voice from thousands of miles away, and that interest was enough — but because he couldn't stop it.

With the blessing of Lyry Crewe's legacy, Brooklyn is not a nobody within the academy, and after this storm, Brooklyn will completely digest Lyleigh Crewe's legacy and become a force that is not strong but not weak.

If John Manning obstructs him, the two sides will inevitably be at odds.

Since the rise of Brooklyn is unstoppable, it is better to push the boat while the two sides still have some friendship.

John Manning smoked his cigar silently and stared at a flickering street lamp downstairs.

It took a night of phone calls to remove the pressure from above, which made him a little tired.

Burst~

The flickering street lights eventually went out.

Actually, the street light didn't make a 'poof' sound when it went out, but John Manning felt as if he heard it.

He looked at the dark path, stunned, and suddenly felt even more tired.

Sighing and extinguishing his cigar, John Manning returned to the room, closed the door, and prepared to check the students' papers.

Pressing the power button and waiting for the computer to start, John Manning was already lying on his back in his chair and snoring softly.

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Washington., Fairfax Township.

Mark Milley Aldington was getting ready for bed.

Brooklyn tonight at e. Y's press conference was broadcast live. Watching TV for more than three hours is a bit unbearable for an old man like Mark Millay.

But he still insisted on reading it.

He was pleased with Brooklyn's response. He was even more surprised that so many people in the justice system came to his aid.

After receiving Anne's call for help, Mark Milai had no intention of helping.

The last trip to New York was very bad.

Anne was still the same with him.

Brooklyn is cunning as a fox.

Ray Leonard poked him in the lungs every word.

Except for business, almost none of the other goals were achieved.

He had planned to take the opportunity to 'kill' Brooklyn and then say to Annie 'I'm sorry, I did my best'.

But when he prepares to take advantage of the situation, he discovers that there are quite a few people who are helping Brooklyn solve the problem.

This made him change his mind immediately.

He chose to do Brooklyn a favor as his daughter pleaded.

Now that Brooklyn is over, it's his turn to ask for interest.

"Book two tickets to a Red Sox game." Mark Milai commanded.

After thinking about it, he changed his words and said, "Count all the remaining games of the Red Sox, I need tickets for every game they have." ”

"VIP tickets and regular seats must be prepared."

"You're going to remind me of every game in the future, pick up Anne and watch it together."

"Yes, sir!" There was an answer in the living room.

Ever since Mark Millay was broken into by Ray and almost killed by Ray, he replaced his assistant with an active member of the SEAL team for personal protection.

Mark Milley was originally from SEAL and was the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Army, and as long as he didn't keep the SEAL members for himself, everyone else would turn a blind eye.

Nor did he directly transfer the SEAL team members from front-line combatants to personal assistants.

In his capacity as a commander, he issued a mission to protect the safety of His Excellency the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Army.

The lights went out, and Mark Millay lay in bed, but he couldn't sleep.

"When is the next Red Sox game?"

"This Saturday, sir." In the darkness, someone replied.

"Three tickets." Mark Millaine thought for a moment and said, "Give it all to Anne." ”

"Yes, sir."

Mark Millai lay flat on the bed and stopped talking. In the dark, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, hatching a plan to recover the interest.

Judging by Brooklyn's performance tonight, this is a talent worth investing in.

Mark Millay thought silently.

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Washington.

Dr. Lentman watched the Brooklyn press conference from start to finish.

He even turned on all the computers at home, leaned on the screen, and switched back and forth to observe Brooklyn.

He meticulously recorded every subtle change in Brooklyn.

The live broadcast ended, but Dr. Latman did not feel the slightest sleepiness.

He excitedly sorted through the notes, taking screenshots of Brooklyn's expression, frame by frame.

He kept comparing the screenshots, circled every subtle change, and then connected them together to get the change in mood throughout the Brooklyn press conference.

With that, Lentman spat out the gum and let it stick to Brooklyn's face.

This is a screenshot of a photo of Brooklyn holding a microphone and stating to the media that the audio and video recordings are from reliable sources and can be used as evidence.

He tilted his head and straightened up, first to the left side and forward, his left hand pointing at the Brooklyn photo with gum on his nose, then to the right side, and then to the right hand again.

Eventually, he put down his hand and took a picture excitedly and a little angrily, "You're such a natural liar!" ”

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Quantico, inside an abandoned warehouse.

All the members of the Scorpio team are having a late night snack + breakfast.

They also watched the Brooklyn livestream in its entirety.

As behind-the-scenes participants, all members of the Scorpio team are honored.

They just have a high IQ, not stupidity, and they have long been aware of the FBI's vigilance and oppression of them.

Originally, none of that was a big deal. As 'troubled youth', they have been fished out of prison by the FBI and are now able to move freely to a limited extent, and they are very satisfied.

But the last trip to New York changed their perceptions.

Brooklyn takes care of them, and they don't feel anything.

Brooklyn is obviously wooing, and they are also aware of it.

But it wasn't Brooklyn that really changed their minds, but when they worked with the New York High IQ Crime Squad to track down the Patriots.

They learned more about Neil Kavrey's experience and were envious of Neil Kavrey's presence as a witness like Brooklyn when he signed the 'deed of sale'.

It was Neil Kavre's experience that made them decide to help when faced with Brooklyn's plea for help.

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New york city.

Frank Reagan got out of bed, put on his coat, sat in the living room and smoked.

He was one of the few people who fell asleep tonight.

As an elderly man approaching retirement age, Frank began to get less sleep, and after only two or three hours of sleep, he woke up.

Frank didn't turn on the light, he just sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette silently, a few names circling in his head.

Brooklyn Lee, David Portman, Chandler Kane, and Frederick Samel.

After smoking a cigarette, Frank returned to bed and closed his eyes as if he were asleep again.

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New office address for child advocacy organizations.

Frederick Samr looked a little embarrassed.

He scratched at his messy hair, and his eyes were red.

Frederick took a deep breath and got up to pace back and forth in the office.

It's not just John Manning who is on the phone tonight, it's him.

His plan not only failed to bring down Brooklyn, but made Brooklyn more powerful and anti-guest. He needs to report to headquarters.

Frederick contacted the top management for several hours, begging them to give him another chance, and he assured them that he would be able to take out Brooklyn next time.

But the reaction from the top made him a little uneasy.

With the exception of a few high-ranking supporters, the attitude of the others appeared to be ambiguous, and Frederick speculated that the merchant nature of these people was at work again.

After simply weighing the gains and losses, they decided that continuing to oppose Brooklyn would do more harm than good to child advocacy organizations.

They are ready to reconcile with Brooklyn!

If necessary, they will even hand over him, the initiator!

Frederick scoffed at this naïve idea at the top.

Although he had not been in New York for a long time and had not had much contact with Brooklyn, he had enough to know Brooklyn as a person.

In his opinion, reconciliation is simply impossible.

It's ridiculous that those high-level leaders still naively think that the world revolves around them, they go to war if they want to, and reconcile if they want to reconcile!

If he could reconcile, he would have reconciled long ago when he first met Brooklyn after coming to New York.

If he can reconcile, does he still need to plan this operation?

It's not at all a question of whether they are willing to reconcile or not, but that Brooklyn unilaterally will not accept it!

Frederick grabbed the phone in frustration, trying to continue to persuade the higher-ups to abandon the settlement.

But instead of dialing the number, he put the phone down again.

What should be said, what can be said, he has said it in the last few hours. Now the only thing he can do is pray.

Pray that the boss is clear-headed, has not been infected by that group of idiots, and can see the situation clearly.

Thinking of this, Frederick shook his arm, grabbed his coat and left the office.

He couldn't do anything but wait for the results. It's better to go home and rest, recuperate your spirits, and then try to cope.

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The fiery red morning sun rises from the sky, and the golden sun spreads over the sea.

A long whistle came from the harbor, waking up the big city of New York.

A new day begins.

People wake up from their slumber, get up, wash up, eat breakfast, pick up newspapers and flip through them, then put on their coats and rush to work with their bags in hand.

It was a day like every day.

The front pages of major newspapers, radio, news, online media...... All of this is being advertised all over the world about the marches and press conferences that took place last night. Make this ordinary morning seem a little different.

[Affirmative Action? Swindle! 】

[Who's lying?] 】

[Brooklyn Lee: Who are the racists?] 】

[Who is intensifying the conflict?] 】

【9 Secrets About the Parade You Didn't Know】

[11 affirmative action organizations are being investigated, what happened to us? 】

[Final Winner - Brooklyn Lee]

[When a judge is forced to prove his innocence......]

[Evidence is king!] 】

Who disgraced affirmative action? 】

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With all sorts of headlines and angles, the media has been overwhelmingly covering last night's events.

Almost all of these reports begin with a narrative that recounts the events of last night and then analyzes them.

The dark brown lady Rebecca is a master of parades.

The time she chose was exactly eight o'clock in the evening, which was the time for the evening news and the time for the public to gather as a family to enjoy dinner.

Parades during this time can attract a large number of media to publicize the event in the shortest possible time and let as many people as possible see it.

As a result, most of you are aware that there was an anti-racism march last night.

Last night's press conference was held late at night, and although it was also live, at this point in time, everyone was resting, and few people could stick to it.

As a result, most people don't know that there was a reversal of last night's march.

Or that can't be called a reversal anymore, it's simply subversive breaking news!

The parade turned out to be planned by an affirmative action organization after it was bribed!

The purpose of the march was not to fight for equal rights and oppose racial discrimination at all, but to put a racist hat on Judge Brooklyn Lee!

This makes people who have read the newspapers or listened to the radio report can't help but think of every previous march, every march they have participated in or heard of, and is the purpose of those marches really as simple as the slogans shouted by the marchers?

How many of the marches that broke out in the past in the Federation, and even every march around the world, were planned and purposeful behind the scenes?

Once this thought arises, it will quickly spread to every corner like a weed.