If Anthony, who has begun to accept the influence of oriental culture, is here, he will definitely have a more vivid description of the current few people.

If a talented painter were here, he would be happy to paint the scene in front of him. If John Manning is compared to an aging king, Brooklyn, the heir to the throne, is obviously a little impatient.

Lyne Spegger is the king's side, and he has realized his danger and is preparing to secretly collude with the heir to sell the old king.

This is the first time that Yu Xing has colluded with an heir, and this is likely to be the trigger for the rise or fall of a new empire, and such a scene must be memorable.

It's a pity that Anthony is not here, and there are no painters here. The only person who witnessed Yu Xing's collusion with the heir to murder the poor old king was the heroic warrior beside the heir - eh, maybe an undercover agent sent by the enemy country to the heir.

Ray witnessed everything that was happening in the room, and he just glanced at it and began to wash the dishes as usual.

After listening to Ryan Swegger's words, Brooklyn subconsciously looked back at John Manning.

"He's dying." Rien Sberger's hands were skillful, and as he spoke, he had finished extracting the liquid and was removing the air from the syringe.

"The doctor predicted that there would be another month, but I don't think he will live more than ten days." Draining the air, Lane put the medical waste into a small bag, sealed his mouth, stood up with the syringe, took one last look at Brooklyn, and whispered

"He lives to suffer." With that, Lyne walked towards John Manning. Brooklyn followed, somewhat confused.

Before things even began, it went beyond his expectations. What happened to Lyne Sberg?

Brooklyn looked at Lyne's back, uncertain. Lane finished injecting John Manning, packed up the medical waste, stuffed it into his bag, fed John Manning with water, and finally nodded at the two of them and headed towards the kitchen.

Brooklyn looked back at Ryan Sberg, thoughtful.

"How?" After being injected with the potion, John Manning's body seemed to be nourished. Brooklyn looked back, dazed.

"How's that?" John Manning shook his head slowly, as if he wanted to reach out and point at Ray, who was helping Ray clean the dishes in the kitchen, but he was too weak to lift his chin slightly.

"Ryne."

"I didn't expect that he would accompany me through this life in the end." Brooklyn stopped talking. John Manning, who was sober, didn't dare to mess around.

"When I'm dead, protect him." John Manning looked in the direction of the kitchen and said softly.

"He's a fool, and he does whatever I tell him to do. I pulled him into the whirlpool of Harvard, and without my protection, he would have been torn to shreds by Burke in no time. Brooklyn, protect him. Brooklyn followed suit, glancing in the direction of the kitchen, and then at John Manning.

He wasn't sure if John Manning was awake or not.

"I've done a lot of wrong things." John Manning sighed

"They all thought I was dying, that I had been tormented by illness and that they were crazy, and they all thought about me." Brooklyn couldn't help but nod.

"I betrayed Lyley Crewe." John Manning said suddenly. His old dim eyes stared straight at Brooklyn.

"Not only did I betray it, but it was also a plan I made and an exchange with the FBI. I told them that getting rid of Lyley Crewe would give them a voice against the president. The idiots believed it. ”

"I helped come up with a plan full of holes. And they went to do it. ”

"Almost, you know, Brooklyn, almost I failed."

"After escaping to New York, Lyleigh Crewe used his connections to convince the two justices to come forward, and he was willing to admit defeat and accept punishment, but wanted to keep his organization."

"Those idiots in Congress actually believe it, they really want to say yes!"

"There's no way, I can only ask Burke to stop those two justices and let the FBI act as soon as possible."

"Oh, by the way, do you know how Lyrie Crewe contacted those two justices?" John Manning tells a horror story like small talk, in a fairy tale-like tone.

"Lopez Mitchelson." He said

"That idiot is the same as he was in college, and he hasn't changed at all in years. That's an idiot who can't keep secrets. ”

"Brooklyn, don't let him do anything secret." Brooklyn felt like he was breathing half a beat slower, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and nodded obediently.

"You need to find a Burke, your own Burke." John Manning stared at Brooklyn for a few moments before withdrawing his gaze and continuing

"You also need a Rien, a Rien who can counterbalance Burke."

"Burke said that you were the spiritual heir chosen by Lely Crewe, and it was like a ghost story." John Manning scoffed

"Actually, you've done a good job, and your vision can slowly make up for it, but it's important here." This time, he still wanted to raise his arm, but he didn't give up, but stubbornly trembled his body and fought against weakness.

Brooklyn tried to help, but he stopped him. John Manning yelled at Brooklyn almost violently

"Get out of here!" Eventually, he relied on his own strength to lift his slender arm, which was almost skin wrapped in bone.

He pointed to his head tremblingly, then drooped.

"You don't like Harvard." John Manning spoke, and his speech began to fall ill. After a brief lucidity, John Manning fell back into exhaustion.

Brooklyn sat precariously and did not leave. If John Manning has two states, he needs to make sure that John Manning's attitude towards himself in both states is supportive!

The devil knows what state John Manning was in before he died, or when he made his decision. Needless to say, Brooklyn wanted John Manning's political legacy.

Like Leigh Crewe. It's just that when Leigh Crewe died, Brooklyn couldn't afford to eat it all.

Now it's different, now he has the ability to take it all and digest the entire legacy of John Manning. Brooklyn glanced back at the kitchen, and Rien and Ray seemed to be happily washing the dishes, and they could faintly hear laughter.

Will Lyne be an opponent? Brooklyn withdrew his gaze and spoke intently to a slurred John Manning.

Soon, he discovers that if John Manning was the old king, he was wise before, and now he is a dumb, sensitive, suspicious, persecuted paranoid tyrant!

Sending off John Manning and Ryne Sberg, Brooklyn lay on the couch a little tired.

Listening to John Manning was nothing short of torture. The sober John Manning was full of oppression, and he seemed to know that his time was short, and he didn't care about skill at all, and just wanted to crush.

John Manning, who was not awake, could not speak well and did not seem to have a good ear, and it was even more difficult to talk to him.

After a conversation, Brooklyn almost died of exhaustion. He wanted to lie here now, motionless.

Therefore, he was envious when he saw Ray change his clothes and go to get the car keys. Ray nodded at Brooklyn and drove out of the neighborhood and straight for New York Harbor.

Olaf Sr. has been living here since he married Sarah, Olaf Sr. is still a truck driver, and Sara quit his job at the company and used their savings to buy several shops in the surrounding area, even the large floor of their house was also bought by them.

Last month, the old Olaf was so overjoyed that he jumped into the sea that night and made a lap to the right.

After returning home, the elder Olaf directly put off the follow-up work and stayed at home to take care of Sarah. After lunch, old Olaf took Sarah's hand, and the two of them closed the curtains, locked the door, opened a closed room in the room, and pushed the mechanism, and the floor of the room sank, turning into a staircase that extended to the dark floor.

Walking down the stairs to the first floor, I groped for the wall to find the switch and pressed it, and the blinding white light suddenly turned on.

It's a very large space, with a conference table in the center and rows of tables and chairs around it.

There was a small flag on the conference table, red, and because there was no wind blowing, it was hanging there, and it was impossible to see what was on the flag.

Behind the main seat is a blackboard with Chinese characters like paintings copied on it, and the characters are written upright, as if they were made of grids one by one.

These Chinese characters are obviously written very seriously in every stroke, and each stroke is very beautiful, but how awkward it looks when put together.

The space was windowless, and the place where it should have been a window had been sealed, and rows of cabinets were placed in which books were curled up, but still carefully locked.

At the top of the cabinet is a banner with smoke and fire, and if you unfold it, you can see the hole in the fire on it.

Although the flag was dilapidated, it was wiped clean, apparently with great care, and even the original cracked flagpole was re-polished.

Olaf Sr. and Sara stared at the blackboard for a moment, looked at each other, and went their separate ways.

Sara went upstairs and took the coffee maker and cup, and then the strainer and beans down. Old Olaf moved the tables and chairs, stacked them neatly, and took a rag to wipe them again.

When the coffee was brewed and the hygiene was finished, there were knocks on the door one after another. Old Olaf went upstairs to open the door and invite people in, and Sara guided them to do it.

Soon, there were more than a hundred people seated in the empty room, and the conference table was full, only the top seat was empty.

Time was ticking by, and the people in the room were not in a hurry, they were talking in low voices, some talking about recent gains, some talking about learning experiences.

Finally, there was another knock on the door upstairs, and a few minutes later, Ray walked down with Olaf Sr.

"The chairman is here." People stopped talking and applauded Ray's arrival. Lei smiled and shook hands with everyone.

Coming all the way to his seat and sitting down, Ray looked around and laughed.

"Old rule, check the learning results first." As soon as these words came out, there was an immediate burst of complaints in the venue.

Despite the complaints, everyone handed in their notes. Lei quickly flipped through it, commenting on the notes as he read them, and occasionally discussing a problem with someone who had mentioned.

The atmosphere here is very much like some kind of learning interest group. By the time I finished reading the last notebook, more than four hours had passed, and it was already dark.

"You're all right with what you learned last week, right?" Ray asked again, answered a few more questions, and after confirming that everyone had no doubts, he stood up, took the key from Sarah's hand, opened the cabinet next to him, and carefully took out a book with a red plastic cover from inside, the book was only the size of a palm, but it was seven or eight centimeters thick.

"Today, I will study the next chapter, and the content of this chapter is 'Hu Nan Lang Min Yundong Poor Report'" Lei stumbled and discussed with everyone.

Four hours passed, and it was only 'very bad' and 'very good'. But time did not allow him to continue.

All of you here are people with complete social relationships and social backgrounds, and they can't stay home at night for no reason.

"Can we divide into study groups and study on our own?" Someone raised their hand and asked. Lei didn't want to think about it, so he directly shook his head and refused.

"Comrades." He tapped on the blackboard and said earnestly

"Our enemies are everywhere, we must be cautious, we must not be careless, what happened in Manhattan two years ago, comrades should be clear, these are clearly written in the history of the party."

"That is the lesson of blood, the last lesson that our predecessors taught us with their lives!"

"We must be cautious! You have to be careful! Be wary of everything! Because of one of our negligences, we may not only lose our own lives, but also our causes! ”

"I know that comrades are not afraid of sacrifice, but we are against unnecessary sacrifice!" This organization passed into Ray's hands, and it completely changed its appearance.

Maybe it was the excitement of witnessing the fate of Lai Lewe Crewe, maybe it was the habit of Lei's military experience, or maybe it was his rich experience in infiltrating and sabotaging behind enemy lines, and he was very, very cautious about keeping it secret.

He was developing members quickly, but the members he developed were not mixed, on the contrary, these people were voracious in the study of the 'broken book' with red plastic cover, they were ecstatic to have access to the knowledge in the book, they had strong beliefs, and they strictly followed the rules of secrecy that Ray had established.

Sending most of the members away, Ray left Olaf and Sara behind.

"How's it going to get in touch with the other lost comrades?" Ray spoke for nearly ten hours in a row, and his voice was hoarse.

Old Olaf poured a glass of water for help, sat upright, like a bear, and shook his head solemnly.