"It's impossible for you to dominate." Brooklyn said bluntly.

"Don't swear by that, Frank, we all know in our hearts that if you have the chance, you won't hesitate to deal with us the way you did with Pence Norton."

"What do you want to do?" Frank reined in his temper and asked calmly.

"You made the trouble, you took the most, and the trouble should be solved by you." Brooklyn turned, leaning against the windowsill

"Either you solve Pence Norton on your own, or you take the lead." It seems to be two choices, but in fact there is only one.

Brooklyn knew, and Frank himself knew, that it was impossible for Frank's character to be subservient.

It is impossible for him to hand over his hole cards with confidence and leave them at the disposal of others, let alone obediently obey the commands of others.

So, what seems to be two options is actually only one. Frank has no choice but to deal with Pence Norton on his own.

But there is another problem, whether it is Brooklyn or Reilly, or Brenner, they will keep their eyes open on the situation of the two sides, see the right moment, enter the field while they are weak, and swallow them in one fell swoop.

"It can't be!" Frank vetoed it outright.

"You're trying to deal with me?"

"In that case, let's just not move and watch Burns Norton make a comeback."

"Okay, I'm okay." Brooklyn agreed

"You're the one in charge, I'm not involved. I don't think Pence Norton will swing the butcher's knife of vengeance at me first. "Frank didn't say anything like 'you didn't say that that that night'.

If New York is compared to a rice pot, they are travelers passing by the rice pot, hungry and hungry, and they all want to eat the rice in the rice pot to satisfy their hunger.

But the rice in the rice pot is not enough for everyone. So at Frank's initiative, one group of people banded together to drive out the other group, only to find that there was still not enough food to eat.

So a small group of people conspired and drove away another group of people. Everyone is just a traveler eating in a rice pot.

Now that those who were driven away are unwilling and come back to grab food, Frank sees the opportunity and intends to gather a group of people to protect the rice pot as a leader.

Of course, the rice pot has to be protected, but the last time the power to eat was determined, Frank grabbed most of it, he had already eaten eighty percent full, and then let him continue to eat, and the strength he recovered was enough to drive everyone away and dominate the rice pot.

And Frank is the one who can do that. Naturally, Brooklyn and the others would not allow Frank to do this.

No one with a long brain will allow him to do that. This loose alliance was thus broken.

Brooklyn's 'join the food that anyone can eat' attitude is forcing Frank to shrink his power.

If Frank didn't say yes, he really did it to support Pence Norton. In the last time he shared the meal, Frank, as an advocate, received the most, but at the same time, he was also silently on the opposite side of the group of people who were kicked out.

Whether it's Brooklyn or Brenner, even Chandler Kane, who is closest to Frank, could be accepted by Pence Norton, but not Frank.

Strictly speaking, it would be despicable for Brooklyn to choose such behavior at such a time. But this is a snatch of power, it is a political consideration, politics has never lacked meanness, and politics has never been despicable.

There are only winners and losers in politics. At this time, Frank is not restricted, when is it restricted? Waiting for Frank to dominate New York?

Brooklyn doesn't have the habit of living on the back of a sniff.

"What do you want?" Frank asked gloomily. He knew in his heart that Brooklyn and the others had done the act of 'defecting to the enemy', and once they 'surrendered to the enemy', the situation would be turned around in an instant, and he would change from a winner to a loser and be driven away.

That's the price of getting the most of your meal.

"I don't count." Brooklyn walked back to his desk and closed his computer

"Call everyone else, we need to reassign it."

"Betrayers don't end well, Brooklyn." Frank tries to make a last-ditch effort. Brooklyn sat in a chair and took a sip of coffee in a calm voice

"I don't care, Frank."

"I can live without New York."

"What exactly do you want?" Frank asked. Brooklyn tugged at the corners of her mouth

"Frank, let's meet." Frank exhaled, the muscles in his face twitching slightly, his expression hideous, but his voice was calm

"When?"

"Now." Brooklyn spat out a word and continued

"Come to my house, or shall I go to yours?"

"Half an hour." Frank dropped a sentence and simply hung up. He pinched his phone and stood in the shadows, his expression constantly changing, sometimes hideous, sometimes cruel, and finally, Frank put away all his expressions, took off his coat, put it on, and walked outside.

He guessed right! It's not that Brooklyn can't support him, it's just that he doesn't have enough chips! Half an hour later, Frank arrived at his home in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn invites Frank to his study, without even a cup of coffee, closes the door and gets straight to business.

"Say your terms." Frank sat down in his chair and said in an unkind tone.

"The district attorney's office and the police station can give it to you, but they can't give you anything else." Brooklyn said bluntly

"Frank, you've expanded so fast that we all feel threatened. I guess you're not just going to talk to me tonight, you're going to talk to everyone else, right? ”

"Withdraw? Let it be given to you? Frank didn't answer, but asked rhetorically. Brooklyn shook her head

"I don't want it."

"Frank, I have a basic concept that you need to be clear." Brooklyn walked over to Frank and sat down across from him and said earnestly

"We can carve up New York, but we can't fix the situation in New York. Once fixed, New York will become a backwater. No one can survive. ”

"We need to leave a way for others to live, a path of hope."

"We can only divide up to half, and the rest will be left to New York." Frank lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Brooklyn.

He himself is very rough-looking, and his police career has brought him a special momentum, coupled with his physique, which makes him look down at people like a fierce tiger who chooses people to devour.

After looking at it for a long time, Frank chuckled softly.

"You think there's too many people!" Frank said firmly. Brooklyn smiled and didn't speak.

"You want to weed out more people!" Brooklyn folded his hands and elbows on the table, just laughing, still not speaking.

"How many?" Frank leaned forward and asked

"How many people are you going to keep?"

"Ten?" Brooklyn smiled, motionless.

"Five?" Brooklyn remains the same.

"Three?" Brooklyn nodded slightly. Frank enlarged and was shocked that thanks to his long police career, he didn't show it.

Three people! Brooklyn is just three people! This is even crazier and bolder than him!

"You, Reilly Winston, who else?" Frank didn't think he was the third man.

"You, or Pence Norton." Brooklyn said slowly.

"Or two people can do it."

"What do you want to do?"

"First of all, Frank, we need to settle on a rule." Brooklyn put down his hand and said

"State government, the justice system, and the NYPD."

"Other sectors can only grow freely by them. No group or individual is allowed to dominate the country. Frank couldn't hold back any longer, and he gasped in shock

"You're going to split!?" Brooklyn was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed to himself. More than 200 years ago, a group of people in this land established the state with a situation of separation of powers, and the judicial, legislative and executive powers were independent of each other and checked each other.

The state government created in Brooklyn is indeed very similar to the NYPD variant of the separation of powers, the only difference is that the legislative power has been changed to military power.

It does sound like the idea of splitting or being independent.

"No, I don't have that idea." After laughing, Brooklyn shook his head in denial.

"But you're right."

"The judicial and executive powers can ensure social stability, and the violent institutions represented by the NYPD can be seen as military power, which is the backing for the judicial and executive powers. Once these three powers are established, the rest of the government is left to the free hands of the people, ensuring that New York remains alive and not regulates into chaos. ”

"The struggle for power should end as soon as possible, not every once in a while. I hope this is the last time. "Brooklyn adjusts facial muscles and body language to fully mobilize emotions.

"Frank, we need stability in New York, and only stability can there be development."

"I can promise that I will never interfere with your NYPD, and if necessary, David can leave the NYPD, and I will communicate."

"The NYPD will be a word for the Reagan family." Unbewildered by the rosy vision Brooklyn painted, Frank asked calmly

"What about the District Attorney's Office?"

"In this world, which mature and stable country has the military in control of the monitoring agency?" Brooklyn asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Frank scoffed. He stood up and gestured to leave.

"If you just want to talk about this, Brooklyn, I don't think we need to. Others offer much more generous terms than you. ”

"Can anyone else ensure that in ten years, twenty or Chinese New Year's Eve years, the NYPD will still be in the hands of the Reagan family?" Brooklyn asked, sitting still.

Frank's movement on the doorknob stopped. Brooklyn glanced at it and continued

"I can." Frank was breathing heavily with his back to Brooklyn.

"Three people, Frank, and I hope the last person is you."

"Pence Norton is a loser and I don't think he's bullish on him. But if you choose to refuse, I can only be bullish on him. Frank turned and sat back in his chair.

Brooklyn smiled imperceptibly. He knew he had hit Frank's lifeline.

He was right! The purpose of all Frank's tossing is the Reagan family. Everything he did was for the Reagan family, a point Brooklyn confirmed when Frank roiled New York.

Now, once again, this has been confirmed.

"Frankly speaking, Frank, I don't like this kind of brutal competition of who has the biggest fist and who gets the power, I prefer an orderly alternation of power to this, a stable superstructure can bring a stable lower foundation, not like now, the upper level may fall into chaos at any time, rather than a change of the king's banner at the head of the city, and the entire lower foundation is also following the rumors and turmoil." If it were normal times, Frank would have laughed and asked Brooklyn what 'changing the royal flag on the city wall' was, and what 'the wind blew through the crane and called', and maybe even crudely pursued two sentences, after all, he was a rough man, and everyone knew that he Frank was a violent temper and straight intestine who didn't like to use his brains.

He must be sincere in his praise! But today, Frank is not in the mood. Although he felt awkward to listen to those metaphors, he could understand them, and even if he couldn't understand them, he could understand what they were trying to convey in context.

Therefore, he did not ask and did not pursue - a metaphor, what is there to pursue? For the first time, Frank took off his honest and straightforward disguise in front of outsiders.

His tall and stout body was piled there, still looking very oppressive, but the aura he exuded was completely changed.

is no longer the violent and bold before, like a righteous big brother. He began to show his calculating side in front of Brooklyn.

"I can give up the District Attorney's Office, but I want fire and education."

"It can't be." Brooklyn Road

"Education can only be ...... in the hands of the government," Brooklyn didn't finish speaking, and Frank keenly sensed the loosening in Brooklyn's tone, and immediately answered

"Then fire." Brooklyn thought for a moment, but didn't say anything right away. Frank continued

"I can promise you all the terms, Brooklyn."

"I promised to withdraw from all departments, to stick to the NYPD and firefighting, and even I could keep the Reagan family out of other departments for generations to come—if your words count. But I also have conditions. Brooklyn raised his chin slightly, motioning for Frank to make a move.

Frank leaned forward slightly

"The government shall not refuse any unreasonable request from the NYPD."

"When the NYPD's action is truly necessary, it requires the unconditional cooperation of all departments."

"No one is allowed to meddle in the NYPD without permission."

"In the face of federal and FBI involvement, you have an obligation to help the NYPD." Frank spoke quickly, and issued four conditions in a row, all of which were related to the NYPD, and each of them was inseparable from the NYPD.

It's actually quite simple to sum up. Frank needs to ensure the independence of the NYPD, and at the same time, he needs to make sure that he and Reilly help him ensure the independence of the NYPD.

Brooklyn nodded, all in recognisance. He didn't object again, picked out the words carefully, pretended to be embarrassed, and then pretended to agree after you fought for me.

I don't need this yet. This step is only the basis for whether they can cooperate with each other, and it is a test of his sincerity in cooperation.

And then there's the real condition.