Outside the Manhattan Hotel. It was past one o'clock in the morning, and the streets were silent. A car came speeding from near and far.

This anomaly caught the attention of police cars patrolling the streets near the hotel, and the patrol officers began to quickly move towards the Manhattan Hotel.

The federal police are essentially employees of taxpayers. Taxpayers pay their taxes and hire police to keep themselves safe.

As a result, the division of the federal police force is not uniform. Police in poor communities are stretched thin, and there may be one patrol officer in three or five communities.

A wealthy community may have one or two hundred patrol officers in one community, and if a strange dog breaks into the community, three or five patrol officers will run over.

The vicinity of the Manhattan Hotel is already full of police, and the governor and the director are in the vicinity, so there is no need for Frank to order, and the nearby substation will deploy manpower to focus on patrolling the vicinity of the Manhattan Hotel.

Cars came from far and near, and patrol officers gathered in groups. The car stopped in front of the hotel, the door opened, and Anne Aldington stepped out of the car.

A policeman who knew Anne was immediately relieved. Anne Aldington did not carry a document bag, but walked into the hotel empty-handed, paused in the lobby, and went straight to the person drinking coffee and reading the newspaper on the sofa in the corner.

"Where does Mark Milai live?" Anne asked. The two people next to the newspaper reader and the newspaper reader raised their heads to look at Anne, and someone had already subconsciously touched their waists.

"I'm his daughter." Anne said unhurriedly

"Ask him for confirmation." The newspaper reader put the newspaper on the coffee table, said 'Wait a minute', got up and walked to the corner.

Returned a moment later and told Anne a room number. Anne nodded and took the elevator to find her room.

The door to the room has been opened in advance. Anne pushed the door open, and Mark Millaine greeted him warmly.

"Annie, is there anything wrong with this late hour?" Mark Milai asked with concern. Anne did not show a look of disgust, she nodded, obediently obeyed, and sat down on the sofa next to Mark Millai.

Mark Millay looked very happy, he opened the refrigerator, took a beer out of it, and turned to look at Anne

"This?" Then, without waiting for Anne to reply, she took out another bottle of blended whiskey

"Would you like to drink some of this?" Then he turned out seven or eight different bottles of wine, and he was still not satisfied, so he summoned a bodyguard behind him and told the bodyguard to go out and buy some drinks.

The drinks were not provided by the hotel, but he purchased them himself. Eventually, Anne chose beer.

The beer was actually for the bodyguards, and Mark Milley didn't drink beer. He felt that drinking beer from bottle to bottle looked cheap.

But he never said it, and he wouldn't behave like that. He just showed that he liked to drink whiskey, and then after a bump into the bodyguards who were drinking, the bun bottled, not only did not reprimand, but also suggested that if they wanted to drink cold beer, they could put it in the refrigerator like his whiskey.

Mark Millay is notoriously good to his subordinates.

"Mark, Brooklyn needs help." Taking a sip of a cold beer, Anne said straight to the point.

Mark Millay frowned for a moment, then raised his head as usual and said politely

"I'm going to talk to Anne about her wedding, so please go out for a while and you can do it nearby." As he spoke, Mark Milai pulled out a card and handed it to the bodyguard captain

"You might have to stay up all night tonight, you can find someone to buy something to eat." The captain of the bodyguard was about to excuse himself, but Mark Milai had already stuffed the card directly into his pocket and got up to push him out of the door.

Closing the door, the amiable smile on Mark Millay's face quickly faded, and he went from being an amiable and kind man who cared about his subordinates to a cold stranger.

The look on Anne's face also converged. She threw her head up and took a sip of beer, not knowing if it was because the cold beer was too cold, or if it was windy outside, and she felt cold in the bottom of her heart.

At the same time, there is a faint sense of relief.

"I've already helped him." Mark Millaine said as he thought back to Brooklyn's threats to himself.

He leaned back on the couch without a father's figure, his legs resting on the small table they shared.

He shook the glass in which the puck had been placed, staring at the brown liquor inside.

"You can only sell me once." Anne Aldington got up, opened the refrigerator, took a new beer, held it in her hand, and said condescendingly

"All of New York knew I had accepted Brooklyn's marriage proposal." After a pause, she took a sip of wine and casually wiped her mouth with her sleeve

"Tomorrow, the whole Commonwealth will know that I and Brooklyn are getting married, and we're looking for the right church."

"Brooklyn failed, who else are you going to sell me to?" Anne asked.

"Everyone in the Federation knows about my marriage to Brooklyn, do you think there are any normal people who can accept me?"

"There's an admiral on the Navy side." Mark Milai retracted his legs, sat up, and said

"I'm 57 years old and just got divorced last Wednesday." 57 years old...... Mark Milley is only 61 years old.

This general is a man of the same generation as Mark Millay.

"I have a good relationship with him." Mark Milai put down his glass and said unhurriedly

"He also attended your mother's funeral and hugged you at the funeral." Anne Aldington bit her lower lip, restrained her rising anger, and she said calmly

"Well, you can introduce this 57-year-old general to me."

"Brooklyn is done, we need to move a little faster."

"Where does he live? Arrange a meeting with us as soon as possible. By the way, does he have children? What kind of do he like? ”

"You'd better take me there, we'd better leave now. Otherwise, tomorrow the media will be overwhelmingly reporting on my wedding preparations with Brooklyn. What if he sees the news and regrets it. ”

"I hope this incident doesn't affect your friendship." With that, Anne tilted her head, took several sips of wine, then wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth, and stared at Mark Millaine unscrupulously.

"Are you threatening me?" Mark Milai asked.

"If you think so, yes." Anne responded. Mark Milai was silent for a moment, then continued

"Maybe I'm pampering you too much."

"It's okay if no one wants it, I can send you to the army, and your business will definitely be good."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to tattoo 'Daughter of Mark Milley Aldington' here, and I'm sure my business will be better." Anne Aldington pointed to her shoulder and said nonchalantly.

"Help Brooklyn." Seeing that Mark Millaine was silent again, Anne stopped raising the bar and said seriously

"Help him get through this."

"You think you can still cut, you can get out in time? It's late, it's too late. Anne Aldington said

"Tomorrow the media will cover my wedding preparations with Brooklyn all over New York. The whole world knows that the Millaean family is completely tied to Brooklyn. ”

"Do you think they're going to let you go after they've cleaned up Brooklyn?" The words were the same as the threat in Brooklyn, and they were particularly harsh to Mark Millai's ears.

"I've already helped him." Mark Milai repeated.

"It's an internal Harvard affair now, and we can't get involved at all."

"Where's the inside thing?" Anne Aldington shook her head

"Harvard is not a paradise with no communication with the outside world, how can it not be able to intervene?"

"Dad, this is not only helping Brooklyn, but also yourself. You have to treat this as your own business. Mark Millaine was stunned when he heard Anne call out his father, and he twisted his ass uncomfortably, and turned his face away from Anne.

He said

"I'll take care of it." A strange feeling came over me. Since he killed his wife by mistake that night, his daughter has never called him again.

They don't even communicate much. His memory is still stuck in the moment when little Anne opened her little arms and shouted at him excitedly Daddy.

"What do you do?" Anne asked.

"Father, you need to recognize a fact."

"The military helps Brooklyn defend itself against trouble, this is a pact between the military and Brooklyn, and it has nothing to do with you. You and Brooklyn are one. If he is strong, you can profit from it, and if he is hit, you will also suffer losses. ”

"None of your business is your own business. None of you will be your own opponent. "Mark Milai is very calculated, and he is right.

A marriage relationship is an unreasonable bond that can forcibly bind unrelated or even originally hostile enemies.

His attempt to use the marital bond to bind Brooklyn is now being used by his daughter, which is a matter of course.

………… Manhattan Hotel, Conference Room. The Brooklyn trio had already fought a round, and at this time they were repairing, and the battlefield was temporarily handed over to their men.

In the last round of the battle, Brooklyn forced Burke Forsman, causing Burke Forsman to further lose support, and due to Brooklyn's strategy of avoiding the battle, there was no too fierce exchange of fire with Anthony.

At this time, on the field. The old cowboy López sneaked out to sleep before, and now he is full of firepower, one person presses two people to ride the face output.

The old cowboy brings out all the Texas style. Under his nonsense, the debate quickly lost order and turned into a scene of street swearing.

Compared with the real street scolding, the old cowboy must be much more civilized. He grabbed the other party's sore feet and poked them, and turned a blind eye to the questions thrown by the other party.

The old cowboys played steadily, and Brooklyn was happy with it. The role of the old cowboy is to escort Brooklyn, help Brooklyn clean up small troubles, so that Brooklyn can free up his hands and concentrate on playing with Burke and Anthony.

Not only him, but also two other people, scalpers, Cuomo, and Jack Calvin...... They all do that.

Previously, they had a certain amount of connections and could help Brooklyn rally some support, but now Brooklyn has changed its strategy to follow the strategy of the grassroots masses and stand on the side of the majority.

Their role has changed. They have been relegated from allies to 'cannon fodder'. Cannon fodder is not a pejorative term, López is.

They need to help Brooklyn clear the way, set the mood for Brooklyn, and more importantly, they need to be the first to eat crabs when needed.

They are a collection of nurseries, cannon fodder, bodyguards...... A comprehensive tool man in one. Of course, Brooklyn needs to pay 'pay'.

His promise needs to be kept. If he gets lucky to win this time, if these people decide to support him, he needs to represent the interests of these people, and not in turn, like Burke, to infringe on their interests.

Burke's current betrayal of his relatives is a lesson from the past. What Burke did was undoubtedly beneficial and harmless to Harvard, and it was also beneficial and harmless to most people, but most people just didn't appreciate it, he just didn't like it, and he was not a person inside and out.

After listening for a while, Brooklyn got up and walked out of the venue. Behind him, Anthony and Burke also got up and left.

This is the second 'intermission'. Brooklyn went straight to the bathroom — and in addition to discussing privately, he was also really trying to solve personal problems.

After the release, Brooklyn washed his hands and was pulling a piece of paper to wipe it, when he faintly heard a suppressed cry from next door.

………… Anne drank her beer, asked for reassurance from Mark Millai, and then calmly walked out of the room.

She even greeted the bodyguards who were patrolling the corridors with a smile. Then she walked to the bathroom with a smile on her face, walked into the girls' bathroom, and pushed open the cubicles one by one - the smile on her face quickly dissipated.

After making sure that there was no one in the toilet, Anne hid in the innermost compartment, locked the door, sat on the toilet, covered her face, and began to cry.

She could talk about the price at which she was about to be sold in front of Mark Millaine for the sake of Brooklyn and for her own business, and even make suggestions, but this was only a means.

When she said that, she felt nothing but humiliation. Mark Millay's unconcerned admission made her even more ashamed.

What old generals mentioned later, what was sent to the army, what was tattooed on the shoulder, Anne spent all her perseverance to restrain herself, restrain herself from talking about these things calmly, instead of crying out aggrievedly.

Now that the talks are finally settled, she can finally find a place to hide and cry aggrievedly. In the midst of crying, Anne even regretted it a little.

She had just made up her mind to devote herself to it, and this was the first time she encountered difficulties, and the difficulties turned out to be so fierce that they ruthlessly shattered all her self-esteem.

She has nothing, only the identity of Mark Millai's daughter, which can be used as a bargaining chip.

She had to act like a cousin, unashamedly discussing with her father how to sell herself to a 57-year-old divorced old man, and even more ...... This is just the beginning, but what about the future?

This hesitation disappeared with her tears as she wiped them away. She's worked so hard and given so much for it, what's the use of regretting it now?

Anne clenched her fists, wiped away her tears, carefully opened the door, and walked out. She prepares to wash her face, returns to the car and picks up her makeup bag, then goes to Frank and Winston to wait for Brooklyn and supervise Mark Millai's actions by the way.

That's what she deserves!