Seeing off Jason Bull, Brooklyn receives a call from Annie. In order to find out if the person who canceled Robert Gordon's assassination mission was Mark Milley Aldington, Brooklyn asked Anne to go on a weekend date.

Anne replied at the time that he might not be able to go because he was busy this weekend, and Brooklyn immediately changed his tune, saying that he could make an appointment to work together in the library.

Anne was surprised that Brooklyn had suddenly become clingy, but didn't give it much thought given the intimacy of the two.

"Sorry, Brooklyn. I can't go. Anne Aldington said apologetically. It's not okay to date, it's not okay to work together, so there's only one explanation - the code of profession.

The eucalyptus that Anne took over may be presented to E.. In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and accidents, Anne Aldington took the initiative to avoid contact with Brooklyn.

"Anne, what if we get married?" Brooklyn asked.

"Fit two bedrooms?" Anne Aldington laughed. The law does not explicitly prohibit a judge from marrying a prosecutor, nor does the court become unfair just because a judge has a prosecutor's wife/husband, but morality will be judged.

This is called melon field and plum. The melon field is not acceptable, and the plum is not crowned. Otherwise, others will slander you for stealing melons and fruits, and you won't be able to tell.

You said you didn't steal? Why did you bend over if you didn't steal it? Why did you raise your arm if you didn't steal it? But the problem now is that Brooklyn only feels comfortable with this melon field and has a good crown under this plum tree.

"Shall we hire a notary to live in our house?" Brooklyn thought for a moment and asked faintly.

"Otherwise, it's useless to prepare two bedrooms." Anne Aldington laughed out loud at a loss.

Brooklyn laughed too, and after laughing, Brooklyn said a few serious words of love before saying it near the end of the call

"By the way, Anne, shall we go and meet your father?" Anne was stunned for a moment, and asked strangely after a moment of silence

"Why go to see him? I thought you hated him. ”

"He's your father." Brooklyn said puzzled

"I do hate him, but he's your father, and there's no way to change the truth. So, I can only try to accept him. ”

"Our first two meetings were terrible, and in case you become awkward in the future, I think you should take precautions and try to get along with him first and build a good relationship."

"Leave him alone, I wouldn't even be going to invite him to the wedding, if we did have a wedding." Anne said.

Brooklyn shook her head, disapproving

"Annie, I don't want you to regret it, after all, it was your father, no matter what he did, he gave you life and raised you." Anne was silent, not speaking, except for the sound of her breathing in varying shades.

Brooklyn said again

"Besides, you were still young at that time, maybe you were wrong or misremembered, you are a prosecutor, you should have seen a lot of such witnesses, right? When nervous or emotional, they subconsciously replace the scenes they see and hear with their own fantasies. ”

"I don't mean you have a problem, Anne, but I think we should talk openly and honestly with your father. If he's really the asshole you say he is, how about not sending him an invitation when we have a wedding? Anne was a little reluctant, but this was the first time Brooklyn had coaxed her to speak, and she finally agreed.

Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief

"Why don't you just do this weekend?"

"But I don't have time this weekend. I'm too busy, I have a big eucalyptus in my hand and I've just come into contact with the police, and I'm going to keep an eye on the other few eucalyptus, and I'm going to keep an eye on the situation on Regulus's side. "Anne Aldington is a cautious person, Regulus has offended her, and almost made her a prosecutor, she can't let Regulus go.

Even though Regulus was already in trouble and being investigated by the Judicial Conduct Committee, she kept an eye on Regulus in order to keep an eye on new clues that the Judicial Conduct Committee had not found.

She's really going to kill Regulus. Brooklyn doesn't have a problem with that, he doesn't like the reversal of 'fight the snake and don't die, but suffer from it'.

"I should have time for the weekend, so I'll get in touch with him first." Brooklyn gestured to Bob and continued

"Knowing that the two of you don't get along, I just happened to get in touch with him first, get to the bottom of it, and ease the atmosphere. lest the two of you start arguing without being able to speak three sentences together. ”

"Why three sentences?" Anne asked curiously.

"'Why are you here?' , 'Why don't you leave', 'Didn't you ask me to come', just three sentences. Brooklyn made a little joke and continued

"Don't worry, I'll get along with him. I can't say that we get along very well. Anne was a little skeptical, and finally admonished

"If he starts going crazy and saying something inexplicable again, or if he makes you feel uncomfortable, there's no need to wronged yourself, Brooklyn, just leave him, he's the kind of guy who's there, he's going to have to make everybody uncomfortable to be satisfied." Brooklyn said yes and ended the not-so-sweet couple call.

On Saturday, when Anne Aldington and the BAU and Eucalyptus teams gathered at NYPD headquarters to discuss how Mr. Harold and Hal Marcus should be convicted, Brooklyn was standing at JFK International Airport ready to pick them up.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, with the sharp whistle of compressed air, a special plane landed, and two groups of soldiers walked off the plane surrounded by a familiar figure.

Mark Milley Aldington! After the two sides converged, Brooklyn was cut off by soldiers. Two soldiers stared at him, and another soldier came and began to 'lay his hands on him'.

"That's how you treated your 'son-in-law'?" Brooklyn stood still, letting the soldier get up and down, and asked Mark Mee, then turned his head and took a half-step back, shaking his head at the soldier.

"I know you're responsible, but there's no need to check here." Brooklyn pointed down

"I don't know what else to hide here besides it."

"Sir, there are extreme bombers who have hidden bombs in their crotches, and there are also people who have hidden their guns there to avoid inspection." The soldier said seriously.

"Let him come." Mark Millaine waved at the soldier. Brooklyn shrugged at the soldier and walked over.

"Looks like you've finally figured it out and are ready to talk to me?" Mark Milai asked. Brooklyn nodded

"Yes, but not about your ridiculous plans to 'sell your daughters' and 'you are the only one to benefit.'" Rather than being offended by Brooklyn's offense, Mark Millay looked around and pointed to the car that had been prepared earlier.

The two got into a car, raised the windows, closed the door, and cut off the outside world.

"The bald eagle is in the NYPD's cell." Brooklyn took the lead and spoke.

Mark Milai raised an eyebrow, a little unpredictable

"Bald eagle?" The repetition of his questioning sentence was full of meaning, and Brooklyn was a little unsure.

"The last time you came to New York, it happened that a KB organization was about to be wiped out, and after you left, several key big fish of this KB organization disappeared." Brooklyn leaned sideways, staring at Mark Mee without blinking.

"That's an intelligence organization, not a KB organization." Mark Millay seemed dissatisfied with Brooklyn's eyes and said with a frown

"It is not on the list of federally defined KB organizations." This sentence is inexplicably familiar. Brooklyn quickly remembered that David had been held hostage by the Bald Eagle on the day he seemed to have said this in his embarrassing performance.

Burke! With a little thought, and no need to recall at all, Brooklyn remembered the man who said it.

"You terminated Robert Gordon's assassination mission?" Seeing that Mark Mee directly admitted that he had contact with [Patriot], Brooklyn was also ready to go straight in and throw the question directly.

"Just discovered?" Mark Millai's frowning brow furrowed, and he even showed a hint of a smile, which, combined with his gray hair and not-so-serious wrinkles, showed a bit of kindness.

"You're Anne's boyfriend, Anne is my precious daughter, even for Anne's sake, I'll have to help you." Mark Millay sighed with emotion, like an old father who was heartbroken for his daughter

"If it's this, you don't have to take it personally, as long as you treat Anne with sincerity." Brooklyn pouted

"Say, what do you want me to do." He didn't eat Mark Millay's crocodile tears. This is a person who quickly weighs the pros and cons when he sees himself on the second side, and is ready to sell his daughter to himself.

If Mark Mee told Brooklyn the story of his relationship with Anne's mother, and their romance and affection, Brooklyn would be skeptical, after all, he had never seen Anne's mother, nor what the two were like when they got along, maybe Mark Mee and his wife would be romantic and affectionate!

can say that the father-daughter relationship is deep, and Brooklyn doesn't even believe a punctuation mark or a tone particle.

Mark Mee came to look at Brooklyn and magically didn't use Anne Aldington as an excuse anymore, but thought about it seriously.

"What do you support you for?" Seeing this, Brooklyn asked out loud

"Support you in expanding your military interests?"

"The war has been going on, and your interests have been expanding."

"Or is it because of the proposal I said last time?"

"It's impossible for that kind of proposal to pass." Amid the speculation in Brooklyn, Mark Milai opened the car door.

Brooklyn immediately fell silent. He stepped out of the car, took a tablet from the soldier, fiddled with it for a moment, returned to the car, closed the door, and handed it to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn took it and took a look, and saw that the tablet was a non-disclosure agreement. He looked up at Mark Milai for some reason.

"Sign it, I'll tell you the information, it's up to you to decide whether to help or not." Mark Millais raised his chin

"Also, I have no interest in New York and the justice system."

"Our goal is not to be in these ridiculous infighting." He pointed ahead

"While you are still basking in the glory of the Federation becoming a unipolar hegemon, and you are short-sighted in infighting, we have discovered that there is a huge potential threat over there that is absorbing all the nutrients and growing rapidly." Mark Milai directly scolded 99% of the politicians in the federation with such a sentence, and when it comes to firing map cannons, he really has to be a soldier...... Brooklyn didn't refute it, took the tablet and read the non-disclosure agreement carefully.

He could have stopped looking, not signing, but that was just an expedient measure, an idiotic act like an ostrich who closes his eyes and pretends that the danger doesn't exist.

Because obviously, Mark Mie came to pick him! Even if he doesn't do anything, Mark Milai will still use some means to get Brooklyn involved, and finally obediently 'give in'.

Rather than waiting, Brooklyn prefers to be proactive, at least to have some initiative. The non-disclosure agreement provided by the military is different from the non-disclosure agreement that Brooklyn has signed or drafted before, and its language is very concise and precise, and there is no superfluous nonsense throughout the text, and it directly states what acts are considered leaks, what acts amount to leaks, and which acts are subject to what penalties.

At the end, Brooklyn signed on it and handed the tablet back to Mark Millay. Mark Millay spoke as he took the tablet and pulled up a form to hand it to Brooklyn

"Mr. President, is ready to withdraw troops from Central Asia." In a calm tone, he uttered a piece of news that shocked Brooklyn.

"What?" Shocked, Brooklyn suspected that he was suffering from his illness and was experiencing auditory hallucinations.

"Mr. President, is ready to withdraw troops from Central Asia." Mark Milai repeated it word for word and continued

"It's going to cost us a lot of money, in all respects."

"Brooklyn, I need you to unleash the power of the Harvard faction and support us."

"How can I support you?" Brooklyn straightened up and asked

"What do you want to do?"

"Impeach the president." Mark Meelay stared at Brooklyn and said word by word.

"Since Mr. President is disobedient, let's change to an obedient Mr. President." Brooklyn felt like she was dreaming.

Mark Millay's sudden direct 'confession' made him feel uncomfortable, and the huge amount of information conveyed by Mark Millai's 'confession' words made Brooklyn dizzy for a while.

The president wants to withdraw his troops! The military wants to impeach the president! Just these two pieces of news, once released, I don't know how much storm it will set off.

Once it is known to other countries, I don't know how much damage it will cause. Is this really the news he can hear right now?

Brooklyn forced himself to calm down. He felt as if he had been divided. Half of itself was frantic about these two pieces of news, screaming, shouting excitedly, uttering a series of meaningless syllables, and it was completely in a state of euphoria, completely unable to think rationally.

The other half of the story is trying to digest these two pieces of news and think about the underlying logic behind them. But the excited half was so noisy that he couldn't think at all.

Brooklyn smacked his temples hard with the tablet, and the sharp tingling sensation cooled the excitement a lot.

In the astonished gaze of Mark Millais, Brooklyn lowered his eyes expressionlessly, laid down the tablet, and continued to fill out the form.