Halfway through the car, Brooklyn frowned and sat up suddenly. Ray hurriedly stepped on the brakes and pulled over.

As soon as the car stopped, Brooklyn bounced out of the passenger seat as if it had a yellow butt, and after getting out of the car, he vomited wildly.

Ray turned off the engine, shook his head and took out a bottle of water from behind and came to Brooklyn's side, and when he finished spitting it out, he handed it over, and said while gently patting Brooklyn's back

"If they tell you to drink, you drink. You have no idea what's in there. ”

"Phew—" Brooklyn argued, spitting out the mouthwash

"When he brought it, it was a very ordinary gin." When Brooklyn was eating at the restaurant, an alcoholic came over to greet Brooklyn, and Brooklyn responded politely, so the drunkard asked to take a photo with Brooklyn, and Brooklyn got up to take a photo with the drunkard.

The drunkard gave Brooklyn a big hug, patted him on the back and laughed, called him 'bro', and invited him to share his gin.

Considering the constant sighting of people holding bottles from the moment he entered the club, the smell of alcohol in the air over the restaurant, and the fact that most veterans in his memory and rumors would turn into drunkards, Brooklyn did not refuse.

As a result, after taking the first sip, Brooklyn realized that it was not gin at all. There is only one flavor in the mouth, spicy!

The tip of the tongue is as if it has been stung by a bee, and it is as if it has a mouthful of fire in its mouth. After swallowing, Brooklyn suspected that his throat was burning.

He could clearly feel the liquor running down his throat, down to his stomach, and after a moment's pause, then turning to his liver...... Wherever the wine went, he could feel the hot pain.

He suspected that he had taken a sip of medical alcohol. Gin is also gin, gin. Federal gin is mostly used to make cocktails and is rarely used to drink it directly.

But of course, as a drink, its most direct and fundamental role is for people to drink, so it is not wrong to drink it directly, anyway, it ends up in the stomach.

Brooklyn rarely drank gin, but even then, he could tell that he wasn't drinking gin.

Thinking so, Brooklyn felt a cramp in his stomach, and bent over to vomit again. Ray stood aside and sneered mercilessly as he slapped him on the back

"Then you drink more, do you need me to go back and ask him where he bought it, and then buy you a box to move back home?" Brooklyn shook his head while vomiting, his whole face became red because of the vomiting, and the blue tendons on his neck protruded, which looked particularly scary.

After finally throwing up, he said with a bitter face covering his stomach

"Ray, I suspect it's not wine at all. I probably drank a big glass of methanol. Lei's face changed, and he didn't dare to joke anymore.

Union veterans were poor, some were reduced to making adult movies with their wives to make ends meet, and others were reduced to homeless people digging through trash cans in search of food.

The really rich are the officers, the generals, and the big shots, and it is the generals' grace that these lucky surviving war cannon fodder have not been reused until they play their value.

After retiring from the battlefield, the sudden change of living habits and living environment makes a large number of people quite uncomfortable, either in order to escape, or in order to force themselves to adapt to the new environment, they will find various ways.

For example, return to the old business and go back to the old business. For example, ask for help, see a psychologist, and get a job.

There are those who strive to adapt, and there are those who strive to escape. For example, taking drugs and immersing yourself in illusion. For example, alcoholism numbs the brain, and also numbs oneself.

These evasors are cowards in Ray's eyes. These cowards are so bold that they dare to do anything in order to get something that will help them escape from reality.

Drinking some methanol is simply pediatric. Ray hurriedly helped Brooklyn sit down, took out his cell phone and prepared to dial 911.

Brooklyn hurriedly pulled it and said with a smile

"I, I'm kidding you, I can still drink wine."

"No, the symptoms of methanol poisoning are the same as getting drunk." Ray shook his head and refused, insisting on dialing 911.

Ten minutes later, Brooklyn had recovered and the ambulance was late. But Ray was still not reassured and insisted that Brooklyn follow the ambulance to the hospital for a detailed examination.

Brooklyn had no choice but to agree. After all kinds of messy inspections, Brooklyn was so tired that he dozed off.

He felt like a puppet, at the mercy of the doctor. The results are at the mercy of the results, and the end result of the test is that the alcohol concentration is too high...... He wasn't even to the extent of alcoholism, let alone any methanol poisoning.

After getting the test results, Brooklyn rolled her eyes and looked at Ray. Ray pursed his lips, looked as usual, and led Brooklyn to the car home without saying a word.

Brooklyn was stunned and rolled her eyes. Somehow, the scene reminded him of Ray when he first returned to New York.

He still clearly remembers that there was an accident at Baruch Academy, and he went to check with Ray, and as soon as they got out of the car, the flashing lights outside suddenly connected.

Ray's PTSD attack, using the flash light as a cannonball on the battlefield, pressed him to find cover in panic, and if he hadn't found it in time, Ray even pulled out his pistol and was ready to shoot in the direction of the flashing light.

And when they first moved to the third floor, Ray laid out everything inside and out. The fence was electrified, mines were planted in the yard, and even a set of medical equipment from a field hospital was exaggerated in the house, which is still hidden in the utility room and eaten in ashes.

There is also a habit of hiding guns and bullets everywhere. This custom has been preserved to this day, and to this day, they have a pistol in the toolbox of their car, two magazines, a spare pistol under the passenger seat, and a dagger hidden on the side.

Later, he accompanied Lei to go to psychological counseling, and Lei slowly got better. Those days seemed like just yesterday, and they seemed far away.

In those days, he lived with Ray, worrying about his work every day, worrying that if he didn't advance, he would retreat. Obviously the experiences of those days had nothing to do with the present, but Brooklyn just felt that the two were somewhat similar.

He looked at Thunder, who was walking in front, and suddenly woke up. Ray is also a retired soldier. Ray was leaving. He didn't feel it when Ray left his job, he didn't feel it when Ray asked him to leave, and he didn't feel it when Ray disappeared a few days ago.

Now he finally felt that they were really going to separate. Ray is going to go about his own business, to fight for his ideals, for his career.

Brooklyn suddenly had a feeling that something important had been taken away. Getting into the car, Brooklyn looked dazed, drooped his head, and didn't say a word.

Ray glanced at him and started the car home. The car was driving on a quiet road, the cab was pitch black, and no one spoke.

The light on the dashboard was reflected on Lei's face, which was green and looked a little scary. Brooklyn looked at Ray quietly, and had something to say in his chest, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

He and Ray and David are the closest people, they are real life fellowship, what to say about parting, Brooklyn feels a little disgusting, hypocritical.

So the two of them went home in silence all the way. Ray placed a bag of pills on the table, sorted out the night's amount, handed it to Brooklyn, and admonished

"Don't look for drunkards."

"Oh." Brooklyn responded, obediently putting the pill in his mouth and washing it down with water. Ray continued

"There are also gamblers and poisonous insects, they can't be wanted. I can't ask for a trouble. After a moment's hesitation, he added

"And African-Americans." Brooklyn looked up in surprise. Ray pursed his lips, but said no more.

There's something magical about the atmosphere. The two of them went back to their rooms to rest in this strange and surging embarrassment.

The next morning. Ray went out again, this time not on his own business, but at the Veterans Club to help Brooklyn find a candidate.

Brooklyn drove to JFK International Airport. He's here to pick up Bob. After half a month of traveling, Bob finally completed his mission and returned to New York.

At 10:40 a.m., a chubby man wearing a cowboy hat, sunglasses over his face, and a floral shirt walked out with this suitcase.

Until Bob got closer, Brooklyn was still in disbelief. In just half a month, Bob seems to have completely changed as a person.

Zhou Shen is full of enthusiasm and relaxation. Looking back, Bob's whole person seemed to be depressed.

He's busy all day, with a sad face and few words, either busy helping Brooklyn with his trip or worrying about the situation at home.

His brows are always furrowed, full of guilt for not being able to accompany his family.

It's different now. Bob is like a new life!

"Haha! boss！ Bob gave Brooklyn a warm bear hug and laughed.

Maybe this is 'in the cage for a long time, back to nature'. Brooklyn laughed, led Bob into the car, started the car, and asked

"Where to go? Go home first? Bob shook his head and fastened his seatbelt naturally—the movements that used to take a lot of effort from holding a big belly were now very fluid.

He took off his cowboy hat and put it on his lap, took off his sunglasses again, hung them on his chest, and slumped comfortably in his chair, letting out a long sigh of relief

"Boss, let's go to your house first and finish the work."

"I just texted Mary to take Leon out for dinner in the evening and accompany him to a movie." Bob finished his itinerary in one breath, and seemed to have rested enough, so he turned over and dragged the document bag in the back seat, pulled out the tablet from it, and began to report to Brooklyn after some operation.

"Boss, the situation is not very rosy. Almost 90 percent of people expect you to keep your promises. Bob read to the chart on the tablet

"I've counted them, and their demands are mainly within the promise you made at the beginning, and they don't go beyond the scope. After negotiations, about half of them were willing to make concessions, but when it came to the proposal, they refused to back down. After a pause, Bob looked up

"Everybody wants to be part of the proposal." Brooklyn asked, as he drove the car

"They ask for authorship?"

"Yes." Bob nodded

"They are very optimistic about this proposal, and they think that it is very likely to pass, and no one will pass up such an opportunity. If passed, the proposal would be an earthquake for the entire press industry, and it could well rewrite the federal media landscape. ”

"Judging from the existing turbulence, this will be a supplementary law to the law of rights, a supplement to the Constitution."

"Another third of them want to preside over or play a major role in the amendment."

"They're thinking so far away." Brooklyn scoffed. Bob nodded perfunctorily and said again

"I have drawn up a table of their requests, categorized them according to their demands, and sent them to your mailbox." With that said, Bob closed the tablet and waited for Brooklyn's evaluation.

Brooklyn said after a moment's silence

"Is there no room for concessions?" Bob shook his head

"As far as I feel, it's hard for them to make concessions. In Cuomo's words, these are what you promised them in the first place, and they deserve it. ”

"In addition, Cuomo and others, mainly the ones we have met, also demanded important positions in parliament. Demands no less than Burke Forsman's existing powers. ”

"They'd really like to." Brooklyn pulled out a smile, and there was no joy or anger. After thinking about it, Brooklyn said again

"I did promise some things, but they didn't make much of a difference at the Manhattan hotel conference."

"That's right." Bob nodded

"I've brought this up, but they don't think it's up to them to make a difference, it's up to them to do what we ask. According to them, their part of the contract has been fulfilled, and now it is our turn. ”

"Anyway, they seem to have you covered, boss." Brooklyn didn't speak, and the light and shadow cut by the buildings on both sides fell on his face dappled and looked a little cloudy.

It wasn't until she was almost home that Brooklyn spoke.

"Since they think that the law will pass, then let it be given to them."

"Like they say, that's what I promised. I can't break my word, can I. Brooklyn took the wheel, turned into the neighborhood, stopped in front of the house, Bob took the keys, got out of the car to open the door, waited for Brooklyn to drive the car into the yard, and closed the door again.

Brooklyn parked the car, got out of the car, led Bob into the house, and said

"You put together a list, contact them first, and tell them that I have agreed to the request for the part of the law, and you can let them form a group right now to be responsible for the revision of the proposal."

"As for the other requirements, we will realize them one by one after the law is passed."

"The list is divided according to the requests they make, especially those who are asking for parliamentary positions, and puts them in the position of leaders of the proposal team, so that they can coordinate the work of the group."

"Also, contact Burke Forsman and Lopez Mitchelson, and ask them to evaluate every member of the council, ask for an evaluation report, and throw all those who have bad results into the group."

"Inform Anthony that he will be responsible for the supervision and logistics of the proposal team, and that he must ensure that the service is considerate, so that these future congressional gentlemen can revise the proposal with peace of mind and do not have to worry about anything." Bob carefully jotted down Brooklyn's request, and it wasn't until Brooklyn finished speaking, then he raised his head and looked at Brooklyn with his mouth slightly open.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Brooklyn asked angrily.