Brooklyn does what it says. Bob's entanglement with Mary and Leon seems to have been officially cut off with the entry into force of a redrafted agreement.

Under the new agreement, Bob's monthly payments for miscellaneous expenses, such as child support, are based on salary.

Bob had a high salary that month, so he paid more, and if his salary was low, he paid less, and if he didn't receive a salary, he didn't have to pay.

That doesn't sound like a good Bob, and it's not even as good as the old fixed pay. But don't forget, although Bob is paid in Brooklyn, he is ostensibly employed by Harvard, a nonprofit organization that consists of two at least thirty or fifty letters of words that make up a name.

How much Bob is paid, he can decide for himself. He can even claim that he is just a volunteer for this non-profit organization without taking a penny, when in fact he deserves a salary of not a penny.

When the agreement was signed, Bob let out a long sigh of relief, and seemed to be completely relaxed.

After signing, Bob didn't even look at it, and directly ignored Mary, who was sitting next to the lawyer, and Leon, who had a band-aid on his forehead, and turned to leave in style.

The rising sun poured into the room through the window, coating Bob's body with a thin layer of golden light, making him feel as if he was glowing.

Bob hummed and pulled out his phone while waiting for the elevator, opened the dating app, and looked for a date for tonight.

Taking the elevator to the parking lot, he took out his sunglasses and put them on, started the car, turned on the car stereo, and in the energetic rap, he headed towards e.. Y sail away.

At the same time, Mary's story with her PE teacher somehow spreads among parents, and soon, the school receives a large number of letters from parents worried that something similar will happen again and concerns about the character of the school's teachers.

Under pressure, the school had to politely suspend the PE teacher. Soon after, after an investigation found out that the matter was true, the school decided to expel the PE teacher.................. When Bob appeared in e.. y, no one noticed him.

He has been in and out of countless e.s. Y is the same, undergo a security check, go through the security gate, and only then can he enter—in fact, he has a magnetic card given by Brooklyn, and he can swipe the card to enter directly like the courthouse staff.

But he doesn't, he just wants to huddle together like everyone else...... When Bob walked into the inner courtyard, things began to change.

At the beginning, the court staff saw Bob one after another, and they stared at Bob uncertainly, with a suspicious expression, wanting to speak and stopping, wanting to admit but not daring to admit it.

When Bob walked to the door of his office in Brooklyn and pushed the door in, he was greeted by the familiar voice of Nelly.

"Hello sir, may I ask...... ohmygod！！ Nelly screamed halfway through her sentence.

She had been in the courthouse for many years and had come to know Bob's style at this time. Bob's sudden change was only a shock and surprise to her.

Nelly covered her mouth and stood up, walked around the table to Bob, looked up and down, opened her arms, and gave Bob a loving hug.

"I can't help but think about it." When she let go, Nelly grunted, making Bob cry and laugh.

Brooklyn used to be distressed by Nelly's 'workplace harassment', and then Ray came and took Nelly's energy away from herself, but in fact, it was Bob who first accepted this harassment.

It was only later that Bob got married, became fat, and became greasy, and Nelly relented and turned to harassing others.

"Maybe we can try." Bob joked cheerfully

"It just so happens that I'm single now." Nellie pretended to be shy

"That's just amazing! I can't wait to get off work, can we just skip the date? Bob raised his hand in surrender, and Nelly smirked.

Bob's return began with such a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. When he walked into the Mexican restaurant again, when the people in Courtroom No. 9 asked for the big table in the corner again, and after sitting down, several people looked at each other and laughed.

It's all in plain sight! It's a pity that Joseph Jr. has to finish his studies, and Ray has to fight for his ideals. I don't know when they will be able to meet again...... Bob hasn't been away for long, but the changes have been dramatic.

With a smile on his face, Brooklyn watched the faces of the people in the Court 9 group, focusing on Webster.

Everyone was chatting around Bob with great interest, and Bob was at ease. Surprisingly, Webster did not show the kind of negativity that Brooklyn feared, and although he did not speak, he listened intently to everyone, occasionally grinning along with everyone.

It was normal for Webster not to speak, and the entire Court No. 9 knew that Webster was a stuffy gourd.

His vague admiration for Bob surprised Brooklyn. But that's fine, it's better than the hatred that is eyeing up.

Brooklyn doesn't want the people around him to engage in any wolf culture, and he doesn't like the people around him to compete with each other.

There are actually very few people around him, each of them is carefully selected, and each one is cultivated by him with great effort, and they each have their own positions, so they don't need to compete with each other.

Competition will only be internal friction and useless work. Lunch was a fun and enjoyable atmosphere. At the end of lunch, everyone began to devote themselves to work.

Bob's current main responsibility is actually Harvard's work. Here he only had to check Webster's schedule, and the rest was usually Brooklyn himself.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Brooklyn was listening to the defendant's statement in the courtroom when the mobile phone on the table vibrated a little.

Ray sent a message, and there was only a string of addresses in the text message. Brooklyn put down his phone, waited for the defendant's statement, and summoned Webster to copy down the address to Bob.

He can't leave now, so he can only let Bob take his place. After the fermentation of the Gracie incident, Courtroom No. 9 in Brooklyn has 'reopened', and the number of seats in the auditorium is also decreasing.

After a series of blows, Brooklyn's popularity is slowly recovering. At this time, it was the time of the bang, and it was impossible for him to leave suddenly.

When Webster returned and nodded at him slightly, Brooklyn understood and refocused his attention on the courtroom.

On the other side, Bob drove the car and followed the navigation to the address that Webster had handed him. Bob knew that Brooklyn was looking for bodyguards, and Webster conveyed very clearly that Brooklyn couldn't leave now, so he asked him to represent Brooklyn first.

But as the car drove and the surroundings became more and more desolate and dilapidated, Bob had to stop the car, call Ray, and ask for the address again.

He was a little worried that Webster had copied the wrong address — Bob knew too well as a New Yorker what was ahead of him — a concentration camp for drunkards and bugs, a 'reservation' for the homeless, a hell that the gangsters didn't want to set foot in, where countless rotten people stinked, and where the NYPD barely patrolled the road, like a New York garbage dump...... Bob was suspicious that he would get in like this, and that it would be a mercy for the garbage here to come out naked.

In addition, he was even more skeptical, what good people could be in such a place? The first time Ray didn't answer the phone, and just as he was about to call the second time, Ray sent a text message to confirm that the address was correct.

Bob sighed, restarted the car with inexplicable sadness, and drove in. It's actually a large open space, next to the road, separated by clumps of vegetation.

As soon as he drove in, Bob saw two bare-chested men lying on the ground, their bare chests shriveled and exposed, and their ribs were visible, one of them was supposed to be a lady, and her chest was shriveled and drooping like two broken pockets.

The two men were visibly stumbling, lying on the ground, their slender limbs fluttering, their eyes rolling up, and their bodies twitching.

They clung to it, tried to stand up several times, but failed, they opened their mouths, but they didn't make a sound, like zombies in a movie, twitching, their movements getting smaller and smaller, and finally they collapsed there, their limbs bent at weird angles, twitching slowly.

Bob looked at the two corpses standing in front of him—not dead, but almost—and had a headache.

The open space here is very narrow, and there are a mess of 'self-built houses' on either side, either a tent or a cardboard box.

In fact, although this place is rumored to be very scary, as scary as Hell's Kitchen in the comics, all the villains, and there are not even bones left in the living, in fact, this is just a camp for wanderers.

What distinguishes it from other wanderer camps is that there are no rules in this camp, and everyone is accepted, and slowly, poisonous insects, drunkards, and all kinds of rotten people who don't want other wanderer camps gather here.

Bob hesitated for only a moment, and then saw zombie-like people emerge from cardboard boxes or tattered tents, crawling or walking, swarming up and snatching all the foreign objects from the corpses.

Finally, a tent covered in patches opened, and a man with the same long hair climbed out. He seemed to be late, and circled around the man who was no longer moving, and after a moment of hesitation, dragged the man into the tent.

Bob didn't hesitate any longer, he took out his phone and called Ray directly.

"Ray, I'm not you, I don't have any experience serving in SEAL, it's hellish for me here." Bob said quickly

"Just now in front of my eyes, two poisonous insects died, and their bodies were divided by two drunkards, God, they didn't even let go of the corpses!"

"So, Ray, can you get that Mr. Bodyguard out? How about we meet outside the camp? "Fifteen minutes later, Bob met Mr. Bodyguard.

He unceremoniously looked the man in front of him up and down with a naked gaze, and his posture and expression were like picking animals.

He's not Brooklyn, he doesn't need to be polite to 'Mr. Bodyguard', let Mr. Bodyguard feel at home and be grateful to Dade or something, that's Brooklyn's business, his job is to help Brooklyn take care of it and pick out people who deserve to be treated by Brooklyn.

As a result, Bob's gaze is very presumptuous and very insulting. Ray stood aside, wanting to speak several times.

The bodyguard next to Ray was slightly hunched and bowed his head, like an animal, for Bob to choose.

This disappointed Bob a bit. He knew what kind of bodyguards Brooklyn needed, and the person in front of him didn't even have the courage to confront the basics, so did he still expect him to protect Brooklyn when danger came?

At the very least, you have to show dissatisfaction, right? Bob is well aware of how insulting his gaze is. In his mind, the other party should at least raise his head and look at him, or even glare at himself - even if he is forced to make a living, at least express his attitude, and then give in!

Bob looked at Ray and shook his head to signal that he had something to say. Just now, the look was just work, and now that the work is over, Bob doesn't want to continue to humiliate people, and he actually feels very uncomfortable looking at people like that.

"Ray, he doesn't even have the courage to look at me." Bob is very familiar with Ray, so he is not polite to Ray, and directly says something

"You're not sure to let someone like this protect Brooklyn?" He glanced back at the man who was still bowing his head, and said

"Maybe he's got a good track record, or maybe he's got a great resume, he's got a lot of experience as a key protector, maybe he's a good fit, but that's just his past. Look at what he looks like now. ”

"He couldn't even straighten his waist, he kept his head down when he saw me, and he didn't even have the courage to look at me."

"Ray, he's been completely destroyed by life. I don't know what kind of ordeal caused an excellent SEAL soldier who was recognized by you to end up like this, it must be terrible, it directly wears down the spirit of this excellent soldier. Maybe if it were ordinary people who went through that, they couldn't stand suicide for a long time. ”

"But he's been crushed, Ray, we're not a charity, we're looking for someone who can protect Brooklyn no matter what, not someone whose lives have been destroyed." Ray then glanced back, just as the man secretly looked up, when the eyes of the two met, Bob and Ray clearly saw that the man's body trembled, and then quickly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Ray retracted his gaze

"We've been on missions together."

"He's a very good soldier." Bob didn't interject, silently listening to Ray's story. The story is not long, that is, Ray needs the cooperation of the local federal garrison during a mission, and it was this man who led the team at that time, which left a deep impression on him.

He recommended the man for the SEAL audition. The intersection between the two was nothing more, and by the time the man joined SEAL and finished his training and began his mission, Ray had already begun to study the CPUSA program.

The fact that he was able to find him this time was also the information that Ray got from the Veterans Club.