While New York, and indeed the entire Confederation, were shaken by Brooklyn's public angry remarks, Boston was calm.

It's a sunny day in Boston today, the sun is shining, the spring breeze is gently blowing on the earth, it's warm, people just want to lie in the rocking chair and bask in the sun, and don't want to do anything.

Burke wore a thin trench coat, a bowler hat, and a scarf, and made phone calls as he walked.

He clutched his phone in his precious deerskin gloves and a pair of dark martin boots at his feet.

"Well, okay, I'm looking forward to seeing you in the evening." Hanging up, Burke stood in front of the office building and stopped, stared at the reflection in the shiny glass for a moment, pushed the door open and walked in.

I stepped up the stairs with familiarity, and after only two steps, I stopped again. It occurred to him that John Manning was no longer in the office.

Burke then turned back the way he came, got into his carriage, and drove toward John Manning's house. 8:50 a.m.

Burke was driving and talking on the phone, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the only two cars on the deserted road—one of his own and the other of the black van that had turned on the left after he left the campus, and they seemed to be on their way.

9:07 a.m. Burke arrived at the door of John Manning's house, and instead of immediately getting out of the car after turning off the engine, he sat there patiently finishing the call, and glanced at the black van that had passed by.

9:09 a.m. Burke got out of the car, glanced in the direction the black van had disappeared, closed the door, knocked on the door, and moments later, pushed the door in.

At 9:10 a.m., Burke met John Manning in the yard, and when he came, John Manning was lying in the sun in the yard covered with a blanket, and a golden retriever lay at his feet, and the golden retriever was wagging his tail lazily and sweeping the ground behind his buttocks.

Seeing Burke coming, John kicked the Golden Retriever.

"Someone is coming, why don't you call it?" John Manning asked the Golden Retriever. The golden retriever raised the dog's head, glanced at his master, and lay down again.

"Go." Sherjohn Manning kicked the Golden Retriever again, and the Golden Retriever whimpered aggrievedly, got up, circled John Manning, and ran back into the house with his tail between his legs.

John Manning looked up

"Why are you here?"

"I've always wanted to find a good weather like today, lie in the yard, do nothing, just bask in the sun." Burke came up to John Manning and said enviously

"You got there before I did." He shook his phone

"And I'm still helping you around." The smile on John Manning's face froze for a moment, and the unnatural smile was instantly replaced by disgust.

"You can lie here, just right, there's a chair in the room." John Manning said with a pretended disgust.

Sherbock glanced at the emaciated John Manning, pouted, took off his gloves, walked to the steps in front of him, and sat down on the floor.

The two are obviously people of the same period, but when put together, they have a sense of father and son in the same frame. Compared to John Manning's old age, Burke looks like a middle-aged man, with delicate and firm skin and clear eyes.

Burke Forsman, a middle-aged man, recounts the progress of events to John Manning, an elderly man. He was busy yesterday until the evening before he was free to call Brooklyn.

On the phone, Burke listened to Brooklyn's specific thoughts on the idea that had come up with a "flash of inspiration," and the two discussed.

John Manning squinted, his body swaying slightly, and listened quietly to Burke's story. house

"You're flying to Washington in the afternoon to meet the Speaker?" The speaker here is, of course, the speaker of the National Assembly. Burke's reaction was half a beat slower, and he waited for John Manning to repeat it again before he answered

"Well, we'll meet tonight." John Manning nodded, and there was silence between the two. This is the first time, and there is a bit of embarrassment in the silence, and an inexplicable atmosphere.

Burke sat like this, the hem of his clothes falling to the ground, covered with dust, and he didn't care, he tilted his head slightly, as if looking at something from afar.

9:33 a.m. Burke, who had been looking at the sky from afar, withdrew his gaze and finished thinking. He asked

"Where's Len?" John Manning stopped shaking and slowly opened his eyes.

"How do I know?" He seems unhappy with the question raised by Burke.

"That guy always expresses dissatisfaction with me, always thinks I'm old, and shouts some false slogans every day to confuse young people." Burke smiled and said

"That's not your habit, John." This was indeed not John Manning's habit. John Manning would not be so easy to confide in his thoughts, or to denigrate or belittle others.

John Manning pouted, dissatisfied

"I'm dying, and you can't tell me what I want to say?" Burke was quiet for a moment, then said calmly

"John, if I die, will you kill the murderer and avenge me?" John Manning shook his head and nodded again.

"Personally, I would love to avenge you, we are old friends for decades, and I shouldn't let you die in vain."

"But intellectually, I shouldn't have done that." Schebck nodded

"You've always been sane."

"Brooklyn Lee can't, I asked him this question, and he told me that he was going to send the murderer's whole family to the electric chair, including children and pets."

"Do you think he's stupid?" Burke laughed and even hammered the steps with his hand, mocking Brooklyn's stupid answer with impunity.

John Manning didn't smile, his expression was serious and cold, and then calm. Burke finished laughing, picked up his scarf and wiped his tears, stood up and walked in front of John Manning, grabbed the rocking chair handle with both hands, leaned down and forced John Manning to look at him, his face slowly turned red, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded, jumping and jumping.

"Why!" He stared into John Manning's eyes and asked loudly and reluctantly, spitting all over John Manning's face.

John Manning remained calm throughout, leaning back slightly, raising his hand to wipe the saliva from his face, and said calmly

"Because you lied to me."

"Burke, you shouldn't lie to me, you are my eyes and ears, and you should give me everything you see and hear, and I'll make the judgment. It's not up to you to decide for yourself what needs to be reported to me and what can be omitted. ”

"You never dared to do this before, but now that I'm dying, you're starting to do it." Burke immediately thought of yesterday.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and then he reacted with even more anger. He questioned John loudly

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"Yes, that's it." John Manning's answer bordered on coldness.

"You're crazy!" Burke let go of the armrest of his rocking chair, bent down to pick up the bowler hat that had fallen to the ground, and put it back on his head, his agitation gradually subsided, and his expression gradually became cold.

"I demand that Parliament be convened immediately to vote on your physical condition, which I believe is no longer fit for the post of Speaker due to health problems."

"Also, I'll make public at the meeting the assassination you've arranged against me, as well as your arrangements for secretly spying on each member, as well as your double yellow with Lane Swegger." John Manning's eyes widened, the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, and he shouted

“no！”

"You can't do that!" Sherjohn Manning staggered to his feet from his rocking chair and shouted at Burke.

Hearing his master's shouts, the Golden Retriever burst out of the house and barked at Burke, only to be kicked by John Manning again.

"Shut up!" The golden retriever was reprimanded by his master, and immediately closed his mouth, lowered his head aggrievedly, and whimpered.

"Take a dog to?" Burke sneered and glanced at the golden retriever lying at John Manning's feet.

This golden retriever also has a sibling, who is raised in Burke's house.

"Do you think you're going to be able to turn your back on Brooklyn against me?" John Manning didn't care about dogs or not, he stood in front of Burke with his lean body, full of aura.

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"That little guy is too young, he can't carry you at all."

"Do you think joining forces with that little guy will drive me away? Burke, how did you become so naïve? That little guy can't even handle that mess in New York, what can he do? ”

"What can he do without my support?"

"At least he won't talk about any reason after I was killed, and he will make any distinction between public and private." Burke scoffed

"At least I don't have to worry about my whole family being killed for not reporting anything to him one day."

"It's true that he's a fool, and it's not fake that he's too young, but he can at least distinguish who his own people are, know not to do anything to his own people, and to avenge his own people." After saying that, Burke grabbed the top hat, leaned over slightly, put it back on, wrapped his trench coat tightly, and turned to leave.

9:55 a.m. Sherbock Forsman leaves John Manning's house. Sitting back in the car, Burke was quiet for a moment, took off his hat, turned his head to look at John Manning's house, took out his cell phone and began to make calls.

"I am Burke Forsman, and I demand that Parliament be convened immediately to report on the health of Speaker John Manning and to discuss the possibility of his continuation as Speaker." ……………… 11:47 p.m.

Brooklyn suddenly receives a call from Burke, telling him to immediately put down everything he is doing, find a quiet and undisturbed room, and wait for a web conference.

Confused, Brooklyn slipped into a small break room, locked the door, turned on the computer, and logged in to the room number Burke had given.

House at 12:00 noon. The Harvard School online video conference was officially held. Burke, as the initiator, was the first to speak.

From the background, he appears to be in a dimly lit room.

"There are two items on the agenda for this parliament." Burke changed his usual style, speaking concisely and efficiently, without dragging his feet, with a serious expression and an amiable smile that disappeared.

After a slight pause, he continued

"The first issue, Speaker John Manning, is suffering from health problems, whether he can continue to serve as Speaker." As soon as the first issue came out, the screen was filled with shocked expressions.

Brooklyn was also shocked, and he leaned forward in disbelief to get a better look at Burke Forsman, so that he could find some clues as to why the two men had suddenly turned against each other.

Yes, against each other. In Brooklyn's view, the sudden proposal to remove John Manning from the position of Speaker of Parliament in such a period is not a turn against the enemy, what is a turn against the enemy?

"The second item is the selection of the new speaker." After another pause, Burke said

"I have uploaded the physical examination information about Speaker John Manning, and if you need it, you can download and read it yourself, and if you don't understand it, you can consult a doctor after blocking the key information."

"John Manning has been suffering from cancer for a long time, and we have tried all kinds of treatments, all of which have failed."

"In January of this year, John Manning's test results showed that the cancer had spread, and the only thing we could do was wait."

"John Manning began to become weak, suffering from illness, unable to eat, unable to sleep at night, and his body was becoming thinner and thinner. But in order to avoid being discovered that he was dying, John Manning forbade me to reveal the news of his illness and refused to appear in public. Everyone subconsciously looked at the top avatar, which was really dark, but the microphone was bright.

"John Manning's condition began to get worse over time, even affecting his brain."

"Yesterday afternoon, he secretly ordered me to be executed by tonight." This is another earth-shattering melon.

Many of John Manning's supporters spoke out against it.

"It can't be!"

"Are you kidding?"

"Burke, this joke isn't funny!" Brooklyn remembered the question Burke had asked him last night: If you become Speaker and I am assassinated one day, will you avenge me regardless of your interests?

The question was so abrupt that it didn't match Burke's style and the mood of their conversation at the time.

Sherbrooklyn didn't think much of it at the time, and given that he couldn't read through Burke's thoughts, Brooklyn thought it might be a cold joke that Burke used to relax—even though it wasn't funny.

So Brooklyn also made a humane answer in a joking tone. I didn't expect to receive Burke's sincere thanks.

At the time, Brooklyn was a little confused. But then he realized that Burke was the one who could lie in front of him and make him unable to see it, and it was not too simple to change his voice!

But now that I think about it, it doesn't seem like an unsuccessful joke to liven up the atmosphere!

"John Manning, Your Excellency Speaker." Burke ignored John Manning's supporters and said directly

"Won't you say a word?" It was as if everyone had been banned, and the noisy crowd fell silent, with only the sound of heavy panting coming through the microphone.

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"Yes, I did." Some unfamiliar voices sounded, and the top avatar lit up. Whether it is the voice or the picture that appears in the avatar, people can't recognize it as John Manning at the first time.

A hoarse, moist voice, as if something was sticking to the vocal cords, sounded very uncomfortable and made people feel the urge to cough.

As for the picture...... Everyone couldn't believe that the mummy Yin who appeared in the picture turned out to be John Manning!

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