"We're withdrawing." Mark Milai was silent for about three seconds before replying

"Full withdrawal."

"What?" Brooklyn stopped, shocked by the news. The nineteen-year-long plan, which began at the beginning of the century, cost trillions of people, displaced countless people, and almost destroyed the hegemonic throne, was completely abandoned?

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"We found a new way out." Mark Millaine laughed

"A new way to play." He didn't look melancholy at all, and he didn't suffer any gains or losses. He looked excited.

This is not what Brooklyn expected. Mark Milai's attitude suggests that the withdrawal is not a problem for the military at all.

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang in Brooklyn. It was a call from Burke Forsman. Mark Millaine pointed to the door, patted Brooklyn on the shoulder, and left.

Brooklyn took two steps to the fence and pressed the answer button.

"You're threatening Harvard, threatening Harvard at this time, you're ...... Harvard," as soon as he came up, Burke Forsman began to gush about blaming Brooklyn.

Brooklyn interrupted, frowning

"Yes, I'm threatening, but make no mistake, I'm threatening you, not Harvard. You can't represent Harvard. ”

"You heard me right, I admit it, I'm just threatening you, I'm only targeting you personally, because you've been targeting me."

"Burke Forsman, we're at war, yes, you heard you right, we're at war. Either you get out of Harvard, or I get out of New York. ”

"New York is my home, and I don't want to be kicked out of my house, so I'm going to do whatever it takes to beat you and get you out of Harvard."

"Aren't you cleaning up the Harvard cancer, you know man, you didn't clean up, you left a guy named Burke Forsman behind. Yes, you yourself are Harvard's biggest cancer! Brooklyn vented unscrupulously.

He was not at all afraid of Burke Forsman's willfulness, and was so angry that he originally planned to cooperate, but now he refuses to cooperate.

Burke Forsman was not such a person, and his call meant that he must have agreed to cooperate.

Brooklyn is emboldened. At this moment, New York is coveted and embattled, and the only two that can help him are the military and Harvard.

Brooklyn's choice to declare war on Burke Forsman at this point in time sounds a little incredible, and one can't help but wonder if he couldn't stand the pressure and went completely insane.

But that's not the case. Harvard is not Burke Forsman's Harvard. Although Burke has always claimed to represent Harvard, it turns out that he cannot represent Harvard, and no one can represent Harvard.

Harvard is a member of the Harvard Parliament, which is the collection of all special individual ideas, and the commonality of individual ideas converges into Harvard's 'thoughts', which leads to the establishment of the Harvard Council and maintains the operation of this group organization.

The wonderful thing is that this does not affect the individuals in the slightest to have their own little ninety-nine. Burke Forsman is just the representative spokesperson for the Harvard collective, the one who has been elected to speak for the interests of all individuals.

Other than that, he is no different from Brooklyn, from Anthony, from Lyne, from any member, even if he can't speak.

In front of Harvard, they are all just part of the Harvard collective, nothing more.

Now Brooklyn is ready to cover Burke Forsman's mouth and tell others that Burke Forsman is not a qualified representative, and that he can fight for more benefits for everyone if he changes cities.

Harvard just changed the representative's speech, and in return, Harvard will still help Brooklyn.

Brooklyn is dealing with Burke Forsman, not everyone at Harvard. It's a wonderful time.

Brooklyn feels like he's getting the timing right. Obviously, he himself is still in crisis, but he still dares to do such a thing in the fire.

He felt very good, because all the troubles caused by his memories seemed to be going away with him, and he seemed to have regained the feeling he had before.

"Brooklyn Lee, as the secretary general of the Harvard Council and the rotating representative, I formally inform you that because you are suspected of betraying Harvard's interests and infringing on the rights of the Harvard Council, you are hereby suspended from all your duties, and the Harvard Council will send an investigation team to conduct a comprehensive investigation of you within three working days, and I ask for your cooperation." Burke Forsman did not argue, but announced in a very low-emotional tone

"During the investigation, you will be forbidden from participating in all activities related to the Harvard Council, meetings, etc."

"The investigation team will be led by Burke Forsman, who is myself."

"Please prepare all the materials for the investigation team to investigate." After saying this, after a pause, Burke Forsman asked

"Brooklyn?"

"Satisfied?"

"Do you want to go to war again?" Brooklyn pursed her lips and said in a deep voice

"Dismissal? Absolutely, just in time for a break. ”

"Let's lift it now, by the way, start negotiations in half an hour, please hurry up Harvard, the plane can't catch up, maybe you should try the 'Tomahawk', ride the 'Tomahawk', maybe you can catch up."

"As for me, I've been suspended and I can't speak for Harvard. So, if Harvard loses anything in this negotiation, I can only express my regret. Burke Forsman threatened Brooklyn with all duties and Brooklyn out of Harvard.

Brooklyn backhanded Burke Forsman a 'loss of profit' package and asked Burke Forsman to explain to the council himself.

Perhaps in John Manning's time, the members of the council didn't count as a fart, and in the face of such a thing, John Manning could use his own prestige to brutally suppress it.

But not Burke Forsman. Don't say that he, even Anthony, is not as famous as John.

Not to mention the final fate of John Manning. He had such a high support at Harvard, and was he not ousted by the members of the parliament in the end?

The two restrain each other, and no one can help the other. Seeing this, Brooklyn decided to step up.

"Burke Forsman, I heard that Professor John asked you to help take care of the dogs, and you died?" This information came from Neil Kavre.

Neil and Pete are sent to Boston to investigate a 'heavy eucalyptus' in which a golden retriever is run over by a construction vehicle, leaving them both depressed.

"I didn't kill it." Burke Forsman said. For the first time, Brooklyn heard such a pale and feeble justification from Burke Forsman's mouth.

"Let Anthony come." Brooklyn Road. Needless to say, we both know what that means.

Burke regained John's support through his dedication to Harvard, but it was not strong, and two unstable factors constrained it, one was Brooklyn and the other was John.

The Brooklyn mine had been detonated, and now he was threatening Burke with John. A dog is nothing, but the dog's death is likely to make John suspicious of Burke, causing Burke to lose John's trust again.

What John needed was a normal person for the transition, not a mad dog. The dog's death was the catalyst for John to suspect that Burke was a mad dog.

"You can't change anything." Burke was still struggling.

"No, I can't make things good, but I can make things bad." Brooklyn retorted.

"I was right." After a moment of silence, Burke said

"You don't belong at Harvard."

"Whatever you want, who knows." Brooklyn behaved very unscrupulously.

"Even if I let Anthony go and authorize you, you won't be able to get John to end the investigation." Burke simply picked.

Brooklyn smiled

"But I can get John to investigate more seriously." There was silence again.

"Do you know how John got his hands on the FBI?" Burke asked suddenly. Brooklyn doesn't care

"How did you get it? In exchange for Leigh Crewe? ”

"Come on, Burke, I don't care. Now I just want my share, and I don't care if Lyley Crewe was betrayed by John. That was a long time ago. ”

"Ok, I agree." Burke exhaled and said

"I'm underestimating you, Brooklyn, you're more of a threat than Anthony."

"Thank you for the compliment." Brooklyn was happy, he said. Ending the call with Burke, Brooklyn stood by the fence for a while and dialed Lopez Mitchelson.

López was a judge on the Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, one of the first members to support Brooklyn, and a good brother to Lenley Crewe.

A good brother, not a good friend.

"Sorry to bother you so late." The call went through, Brooklyn said

"Lenie Crewe was betrayed by John and Burke. In exchange for a portion of the control of the FBI. There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, followed by López's calm voice

"You want to deal with both of them at the same time? It's not realistic. "López wasn't carried away by the anger.

He was soberly and soberly aware that Brooklyn was not just mentioning Lyleigh Crewe at this time to tell him how Lyley Crewe had died.

It's a way to show sincerity.

"I want to try." López asked after a moment's pause

"How do you try?"

"Expanding our size, Burke made the council a miasma some time ago, and there are many complaints, it is a good time to expand our size. I'm going to drive out Burke as I did John. ”

"What about Anthony?" López asked.

"Get rid of them first, and I'll talk to Anthony. Harvard is too chaotic right now, and it's time for Harvard to be unified. ”

"I'll take care of the New York side of things, you only need to take care of Harvard's affairs, Burke is very concerned about the New York side, and this is a good time for us."

"Remember, don't worry about New York, I'll take care of it here." Brooklyn admonished solemnly.

López agreed. The two discussed the general direction for a few more words, and before ending the call, López said softly

"Thank you."

"What?"

"Thank you for looking into Lyri Crewe."

"He's been very helpful to me, too." Brooklyn Orthodox Road. Hanging up the phone, Brooklyn thought about it, confirmed that nothing was missed, and returned to the room.

The leftovers on the table had been cleaned up, and Frank, Winston, and Mark Milley sat on the couch, facing each other.

Ray and Anne sat at the table with their arms in their arms, watching coldly. The atmosphere has a strange sense of solemnity. Seeing Brooklyn come in, Ray and Anne got up, nodded at him, and went upstairs.

With a wave of his hand, Mark Millaine exited the room and closed the door thoughtfully.

"Alright, let's talk." Brooklyn sat down at the table and said. His seat was not with Winston and Frank.

"I just got permission from Harvard." Hearing this, the other three sat up straight.

"In the rest of the conversation, I'm not just the host here." He gestured to the floor

"Or a representative of Harvard."

"First of all, you said about the division of tasks." Brooklyn briefly introduced his identity, and then the conversation changed to the point.

……………… Nothing can be negotiated in one night, but the negotiations tonight represent a lot of things.

After the negotiations, Mark Meaille left surrounded by bodyguards, and Frank stayed with Winston to discuss the details with Brooklyn, and left one after another.

It was so lively that there were only three people left in the somewhat crowded room. Anne didn't go. When Brooklyn walked into the bedroom with his forehead rubbed tiredly, he was stunned when he saw Anne sitting cross-legged on the bed and fiddling with the tablet.

"You ......," Brooklyn said, pointing at Anne, speechless. Anne glanced up at Brooklyn and looked down at the tablet

"Wait, right away. You go take a shower first. Brooklyn walked out of the room in a daze, just in time to encounter Ray coming down from upstairs.

Ray, who was wearing a jacket and had keys in his hand, winked at him when he saw Brooklyn.

"Hey, I'll keep it for you. Hope you can use it today. Ray leaned over and mysteriously took a box out of his pocket and stuffed it into Brooklyn's arms.

It was the box of small umbrellas that Ray had given him when he had been dating Anne a long time ago.

"Good luck, brother!" Ray patted Brooklyn on the shoulder and whistled and jumped to the first floor.

Moments later, the sound of an engine running in the courtyard was heard, and then vanished. Brooklyn looked down at the small umbrella and then looked back in the direction of the bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar and there was a gap, and a warm warm yellow light poured out of the room, leaving a straight streak of light on the hallway floor.

It's very similar to the corridor of the Angel's House in my memory, but it's a little different. The hallways of the Angel's House are dim, oppressive, and uncomfortable, and this hallway is warm, peaceful, and reassuring.

Brooklyn shook her head, muttering something in her mouth, and walked towards the bathroom with the box. At first, his steps were slow, but after two steps, he walked faster and faster, trotting into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, wrapped in a bath towel, Brooklyn rushed to the bedroom door with a puff of smoke, took a deep back breath, and pushed the door open.