"Why did the C.I.A. insist on getting involved in New York?" Brooklyn asked. A man in military uniform next to Mark Milley raised his hand.

"According to the survey, in the past two years, the CIA has invested more than $500 million in New York, and its whereabouts are unknown." Brooklyn didn't say anything further.

He can give advice, but he doesn't have to point fingers at others all the time. Mark Milai understood, turned his head and whispered to the man who had just spoken, and then the man got up and left the room.

I guess it's to investigate the whereabouts of the CIA's $500 million. As long as you find out the secrets that the CIA is hiding in New York, you can figure out why the CIA has to get involved in New York, and then you have the bargaining chips to make the CIA retreat.

The CIA was put on hold for the time being, and the people on Mark Mee's side continued to report. After reporting on the actions of the military, Mark Milai made a summary.

The military's vigorous action is far more pleasing to the eye than Harvard's procrastination.

Brooklyn, of course, doesn't have much to say. Then it was Winston's turn. The reason why Winston was allowed to negotiate, rather than Frank or Brooklyn, was most important because of Winston's status as governor of New York.

He is responsible for New York State's affairs. The Union is like a big UN, with 50 states, 1 direct territory, 5 island free states, and more than a dozen other ocean-going islands.

Each state is equivalent to an independent sovereign state of the UN and has a high capacity for self-government. In a way, Winston is actually the president of the state of New York.

As the governor of New York State, New York naturally has the right to intervene in all matters. What's more, he has always been in charge of the remaining issues, and he is well aware of the progress and development of the entire incident.

Winston briefly talked about the situation in New York, and then changed his mind and said

"We've noticed that the impact on New York has already begun."

"In the era of the global economy, New York, as an important part of the world economy, cannot be independent of the global economy. It's true that the other party's factories are not located on New York soil, and the workers on the other side do not recruit New Yorkers, but through the influence of the global economy, they have begun to infiltrate New York. ”

"Every day, the state government rejects thousands of land applications and nearly 10,000 commercial applications. When they found out that we had blocked their access to New York from the government level, they simply changed their approach. Embarked on a major acquisition spree of companies in New York. ”

"We simply can't stop the free trade of the market."

"All in all, guys, the enemy has sneaked into our house." When Winston finished, no one spoke in the room for a long time.

In fact, it is not difficult to solve this problem. The ready-made solution is to sit in front of the screen. The court can directly declare their transactions illegal, regardless of the crime.

This is a problem that can be solved by law. But Winston didn't mention it. It's because it leaves a lot of leverage for the person in charge of it.

This is a real 'out of nothing' and 'out of nothing'. Nothing good for Brooklyn. Brooklyn must not be touched.

If Brooklyn doesn't get it, then it can only be done by people from Harvard. Anthony is like a mirror in this kind of game, and he is familiar with the road, he directly pretends to be dead, pretends that he can't think of it, and pretends that there is no solution.

Mark Mie came to see this, and then to that. He has been chatting with John Manning quite well recently, counting the time every day, and rushing up to talk for one or twenty minutes when John Manning has just finished taking medicine and is sober.

Mark Millay is very happy with the FBI and it is very easy to use, and he doesn't want to pay it back.

"Harvard." Mark Meere directly named and 'thought of' a solution for Anthony.

"Don't you have many members who are judges?"

"Let them figure it out, I don't believe that there are so many transactions, and every one of them is legitimate." With that, Mark Millet smiled at Anthony.

Anthony glared at Mark Meere, and nodded helplessly. A few more issues were discussed, either meaningful or nonsensical, and the meeting ended.

Winston took Mark Mill and Anthony to sign the papers, while Brooklyn yawned and came out of the small lounge.

As soon as I went out, I met Jerry, who was in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" The formal negotiations have been completed, and the three parties have also taken their own actions, which indicates that the three parties have been completely tied together.

And Winston, who was already tied together, and Brooklyn became even closer. Along with it, Brooklyn also has a feeling of 'looking at his nephew' towards Jerry.

Jerry always felt that there was something wrong with Brooklyn's way of looking at him, and he felt furious in his heart. But he couldn't care about any of that, and Brooklyn finally came out of the small conference room and hurriedly stepped forward, trying to get as much work as he could with the little time he had left.

"There's an email from Harvard that you need to deal with personally."

"Judge Alan Hope has sent seventeen indictments that you need to review."

"The financial income and expenditure for May have been sent to your mailbox, and there is also a paper version on your desk, Ms. Nelly has checked it for you, and you can sign it directly."

"Cornell University sent us an application for an open class."

"We have two partner agencies that have been found to have problems, and we need to terminate the cooperation and replace it with a new partner, as well as check the report of the two partner agencies that were previously involved."

"......" Jerry worked hard to fill Brooklyn's time, and even when Brooklyn went to the bathroom, he had to guard the door.

But there was so much work in Brooklyn that the afternoon meeting was delayed for too long. This is still for Jerry's sake as Jerry's eyes are red, and Brooklyn sped up.

After work, Jerry called Bob, but the call went unanswered, and it went to the voicemail box.

"Bob, come back! You're right, this job isn't for me! Brooklyn simply won't work on a scheduled schedule! I really admire you, you're amazing! I recommend you to work as an assistant to the governor, the salary in the governor's office is much higher than here. After leaving the message, Jerry snorted and drove slowly towards the apartment.

When I went back, I was the only one on my own, and Jerry simply had a good look at New York at dusk. The other side.

Bob didn't get the call for the simple reason he met Annie. Anne and the operation team arrested people smoothly, so they followed back to the FBI office.

She was going to sit in on the interrogation, but she met Bob at the door of the interrogation room. Anne was in and out of the courthouse frequently, e.. Y has been there many times and is very familiar with Bob.

This is Brooklyn's true henchman. Don't look at the middle-aged man in front of him wearing a red plaid shirt, with a big belly and a greasy face, he looks like a lewd and greasy middle-aged uncle.

In fact, it is the uncle in front of him who has become too big and can easily influence the victory or loss of a lawsuit. He has the right to intervene in the arrangement of the court and the distribution of the case.

Even if he doesn't have that right, e.. Y's assistant to the judge on duty was also very happy to sell him a face and adjust the distribution of one or two pieces.

Artificially and deliberately assigning a piece of eucalyptus that should have been randomly assigned to a judge who is unfavorable to the plaintiff or the defendant can make or break the case.

Brooklyn may not even know how majestic Bob is, and may know but don't care. Regardless, this greasy uncle is one of Brooklyn's absolute henchmen.

Anne was stunned and called out to Bob.

"Bob?" Bob turned his head, exhausted from the day's work at the FBI, and he just wanted to get it done as soon as possible and take the kids home.

Seeing Anne, Bob was stunned, and tiredly stretched out his hand to shake it. He was so busy with his family's danger that he didn't have time to watch the news, and he didn't know that Anne had gone from being a girlfriend in Brooklyn to being a fiancée.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Anne stopped and told the FBI to interrogate first, while she stayed and spoke to Bob

"What are you doing here? It's the courts that have eucalyptus......" Bob shook his head.

"No, it's not a job thing."

"I went camping with my family on the weekend, and my wife and children were almost kidnapped." Almost as soon as Bob spoke, Anne immediately thought of what happened to her with Brooklyn over the same weekend.

"Are they alright?" Anne asked with concern. Bob shook his head

"Nothing. It's just that the FBI is too troublesome, and I've been delayed here for a day and haven't got it done yet. As he spoke, he held up a large pile of forms in his hand.

Anne glanced at Bob in some surprise and then looked back at the FBI agent in the interrogation room. Is the FBI so tough?

Don't even sell Brooklyn's face? So what's going on with yourself? Anne was somewhat misunderstood. Bob's image is really bad, and it's easy to think badly of him with this terrible appearance.

Anne, for example, almost took it for granted that Bob would inevitably use Brooklyn's influence when he came to the FBI.

He's a Brooklyn henchman! But in reality, Bob didn't even mention it. Until now, the people in the FBI only knew that Bob was working in the courthouse, and they didn't even know what he did, let alone Brooklyn.

Bob does have a lot of power in his hands, and he can do a lot of things, but at most, he smokes a cigarette from someone else, drinks someone else's bottle of water, eats someone else's burger, and so on.

He never did anything that was not allowed with the rights that Brooklyn brought him. Bob does enjoy being sought-after, and he even puts his head up and a triumphant look when people are chasing him.

But that's about it. To this day, his son is still in his old school, the family still lives in the same location, his wife is dressed simply, and if he has free time, he can still stand in the corridor with a cup of coffee and chat with the bailiffs.

He didn't seem to have changed anything. He may not have been so happy with Brooklyn First, but he used his professionalism and loyalty to earn Brooklyn's complete trust.

Anne asked what had happened and said to Bob

"It just so happens that I have a similar piece in my hand, it may be related to yours, so you might as well leave it to me to deal with." Bob hesitated.

On the one hand, the safety of the family, and on the other hand, the loyalty to Brooklyn. Anne saw his hesitation and offered to help him

"I'll give Brooklyn a call." With that, she pulled out her phone and called Brooklyn.

At this time, Brooklyn was stuffing documents into the file bag under Jerry's supervision, and when he heard the phone ringing, he grabbed the phone as if he saw a savior

"Anne's call, we made an appointment to pick out a wedding dress after work today!" After saying that, regardless of whether they believed it or not, they directly picked up their documents and rushed out of the office.

It wasn't until he made sure Jerry didn't catch up with the papers that he answered the phone.

"Hi dear, thank goodness you saved my life."

"Bob? What happened to Bob? ”

“fbi？” Brooklyn hurried, frowning brow quickly relaxed

"You can help him deal with it."

"Okay."

"We'll need to meet when we have time to discuss the preparations for the wedding."

"Okay, that's it, bye-bye." Hanging up the phone, Brooklyn got into the car and urged Ray to hurry up and drive away.

The other side. Anne hung up the phone and threw her hands at Bob

"He agreed." Bob breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked Anne. Anne smiled and shook her head, took Bob to the FBI agent, and quickly returned the incomplete form.

Twenty minutes later, Bob's wife and son had finished taking notes and were allowed to leave. Thanking Anne again, Bob left the FBI with his family.

Seeing Bob's family leave, Anne returns to the interrogation room and joins the interrogation. The sun sets over the sea, the night falls on New York, and a busy and fulfilling Monday passes.

On this day, everyone had a fulfilling life and everyone had something to gain. Anne completed the transformation of her mind and began to fight for her own cause.

Bob solves the problems at home and can continue to devote himself to work. Jerry was finally relieved from his misery, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Nelly made an appointment with her little boyfriend at a high-end restaurant, and after eating, she went to the hotel next door to communicate their feelings.

Peter Adams left Courtroom No. 9 without permission, but everyone seemed to have forgotten him, and no one mentioned him.

The tripartite negotiations finally came to an end, and representatives of each of the three parties signed the desperately one-man stack of papers in the governor's office, ensuring that the tripartite cooperation was cloaked in a veneer of legitimacy.

Harvard and the military have begun to fight back, and have achieved some results. Everything is normal, everything is normal.

It seems that it is only necessary to wait for time to pass naturally, and victory will naturally come to the busy people.

In a peaceful atmosphere, Mark Mee had dinner, counted the time to go to the hotel suite, and chatted with John Manning as usual.

John Manning had just finished his injection, and Lane was cleaning up medical waste. But the effect of this injection does not seem to be good.

Mark Meaille stood in front of John Manning, looking at the little skeletal old man.

The god's eyes glowed with water, and soon became cloudy again. Breathing becomes short and urgent.

In order to get more oxygen, John Manning had to open his mouth and gasp for breath.

But with little success. His whole face was flushed, and his thin body, like a candle in the wind, began to tremble.