Brooklyn was ready to meet the odd-tempered guy – odd-tempered was his guess.

For Ray to be so respected, Eric should be very good. Ring the doorbell, and soon there is movement in the door.

"Who?" The voice was not high, but it was full of vigilance and vigilance. Ray whispered something, but Bob and Brooklyn in the back didn't hear it, and then they saw Ray take two steps back, and there was a rustling sound in the room, and after about two or three minutes, the door was pushed open.

A strange face was revealed, and after looking around, he shook his head. Ray led Bob and Brooklyn into the room.

Brooklyn subconsciously looked around. The first is the door. The doors of this apartment building are all open to the inside, except for Eric, who is open to the outside.

Walking into the apartment, perhaps because it was dark, there was only a small dim light inside, and most of the space was hidden in darkness, which added a bit of mystery to this apartment.

The lighted part is an old-fashioned long cloth sofa with a wooden coffee table in front of it, and a little farther away on the wall that seems to be plastered with a lot of paper.

The doors to the other rooms were all closed, and it was not known what was inside. Brooklyn retracted his gaze and couldn't help but look at the owner of this apartment.

Ray said that Eric lived with his adoptive mother, but there was not a trace of a woman in the apartment.

It seems that his adoptive mother should have died. Eric seemed to be very sensitive to his gaze, and Brooklyn looked at his back, and Eric, who was bending down to open the refrigerator, turned his head reluctantly, glanced at Brooklyn, and then took out four bottles of beer from the refrigerator and put them on the coffee table, opened one by himself and took a sip.

"Hello, Judge Brooklyn." To Brooklyn's surprise, Eric appeared polite, placing the beer on the coffee table, reaching out to shake Brooklyn's hand, then walked into the shadows and pulled out a paper bag and placed it next to the beer, explaining

"Ray told me that you need a professional bodyguard to keep you safe."

"These are my information, if you think I can, I'll take this job." Brooklyn didn't move the paper bag or touch the beer, but looked at Ray.

Ray took the initiative to take the paper bag and opened it, pulled out the paper inside, only glanced at it, and then stuffed it back in.

"Eric, this is a top-secret document, do you want to go to court-martial!" Ray asked sternly. Eric smiled indifferently, and took the initiative to take the paper bag and handed it to Brooklyn, although it was to Brooklyn, but it was to Ray

"Ray, take it easy, if everything comes according to their rules, you'll be shot eight hundred times."

"You've been collecting information about us and watching us carefully, don't you just want us to join you?"

"I don't know what you're going to do, but judging by the quantity and quality of the people you've recruited, I'm afraid you'll have a lot to do. If Judge Brooklyn is not happy with me, or doesn't like me, maybe I can try my luck with you. ”

"No one would hire a madman running around with top-secret military information." Ray said with an ugly face.

Eric nodded, turning to look at him quietly. It was only then that Brooklyn noticed that Eric's whole face was pitted, like a barbecued crispy pork belly, and he had one eye slightly open, small and deep, staring at them with blue eyeballs, and the other eyelid was shriveled and closed, looking a little scary.

It was the first time Brooklyn had looked at Eric head-on, and the previous glance at the doorway wasn't enough for him to see what Eric looked like.

"Man, our entire squad is dead for these top secrets." Eric said calmly, his azure eyes shifting to Brooklyn.

"Judge Brooklyn, I wouldn't dare say I'm the best bodyguard on the planet, but definitely the best bodyguard you can find." He gestured to the paper bag

"Here is my mission record, and I can guarantee that it will be worth the money to hire me, and you will not be harmed under any circumstances, at least until I die."

"But correspondingly, I have a *** annoyance that I need you to help me solve. I can do without a salary. ”

"As long as you help me solve this problem......"

"Do you know I'm working with the military?" Brooklyn interrupted Eric's next words, and instead of looking at the file bag, he asked.

Eric was silent for a moment, then turned to turn on the light in the living room and walked over to the wall to stand. Brooklyn followed Eric's figure, and this time he saw that the walls were densely packed with reports of him and Anne.

"Yes." Eric nodded

"I also know that you are engaged to the General's daughter, Lady Anne Aldington, and that you are about to be married."

"My trouble is not the entire military." Brooklyn wasn't mad at Eric for gathering information about him—how many people were probably doing it, even better than Eric—and he noticed that Eric didn't call Mark Milai by his first name, but the general.

He looked at Ray. Apparently Ray had noticed this as well, and after hearing Eric's words, Ray was frowning and staring at the beer on the coffee table, as if thinking about something.

"Eric." Brooklyn retracted his gaze, shook his head and straightened his coat, and said

"I don't know what your specific trouble is, I've heard some introductions from Lei, it seems to be related to the military, I'm sorry, if I had known about this, I wouldn't have bothered you so late and wasted everyone's time."

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but there's nothing I can do."

"Have a nice night." Brooklyn bowed slightly, turned and walked towards the door. Bob looked at Ray who was standing in place, then at Brooklyn who was leaving, and chased after him.

Stampede - The sound of leather shoes on the floor fades away. Ray came to his senses, opened his mouth, and chased after him.

Stomping—squeak—the untidy steps of the three had crossed the threshold.

"You said you were going to be the Themis of New York!" Eric said suddenly. Brooklyn paused and continued walking.

"You said you were going to be the Themis of New York! Eric yelled at the door.

"I thought you were different! I didn't expect you to be like those politicians who are full of lies! Brooklyn had already come to the elevator, pressed the button, and turned his head when he heard the words.

"Eric, I'm really trying to be an impartial judge and trying to bring justice and fairness to the people of New York. But not you. He pointed to the doorway of the apartment

"You are taking advantage of Ray's relationship with me, and using Ray's trust in you in an attempt to deceive me. You say you fit my bills, but you're thinking about how to cheat me before you even start working, sorry, I don't see loyalty. I've only seen a loser trying to use my identity to solve problems for himself. ”

"I'm here to find bodyguards, not to cause trouble for myself. We spent ten minutes in your apartment, during which time you didn't even explain in detail what your troubles were, just trying to create an atmosphere of mystery. ”

"Eric, I'm interviewing you, not you." Ding – The elevator arrives and the elevator doors open.

Brooklyn nodded, stepping into the car

"Goodbye, Mr. Eric." With that, he took a step back, gave Bob a place, and then reached out and pressed the close button.

Ray stretched out his hand to stop and squeezed into the car. Ding—The elevator doors close, and the car begins to move slowly down.

In the car, the three of them didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was a little dignified. Getting out of the elevator, Brooklyn walked straight to the car, faster and faster.

Ray trotted in pursuit.

"Ray, I trusted you, so I asked you to help me find a bodyguard." Brooklyn got into the car and said to Ray outside the window

"It's not for you to join forces with others to deceive me."

"I didn't know he would do that." Ray raised his hand and said with a frown

"I swear, I didn't know Eric would do that."

"I didn't know much more than I knew before I walked into the apartment. I swear. ”

"I only told him to help you find bodyguards." Brooklyn stared at Ray for a moment, but didn't speak.

Ray was a little anxious.

"Blue, there's no need for me to deceive you, trust me." Brooklyn was amused by a stern-looking Ray.

He stared at Ray and smiled for a moment, then put away his smile again.

"Man, I know you're doing it for my good, and I believe what you're saying, but please find a normal candidate next time, don't get into this kind of trouble, maybe you're still a conspiracy theory madman."

"Well, I was really angry at first, thinking that you were playing tricks on me with Eric, but you said you didn't know, and I believed you." Ray breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks like he really didn't know beforehand. Brooklyn thought to himself, frowning

"He just called Mark Milai a general, it seems that things are not as you know, maybe his friend doesn't have that much energy, it was Mark Milai who really saved him."

"You said that Eric has been bullied all the time, how can there be so many friends all of a sudden?" Brooklyn looked at Ray and reminded

"I suggest you should do a good job of screening the members you recruit."

"I will." Ray thought for a moment and nodded in response. He had just been worried that Brooklyn had misunderstood him and colluded with Eric to deceive him, and now he had been reminded by Brooklyn to think of this.

Brooklyn gestured and pulled out his phone to call Mark Mil. As usual, the two first greeted each other, and then chatted about the general progress of the events in New York, but in fact, this is all nonsense, and someone is reporting the detailed progress of the matter to the two every day.

After talking about this, Mark Milai asked

"I heard that Anne is busy with a very difficult eucalyptus, didn't you accompany her?"

"No, Anne is going to figure it out herself. After all, this is her last eucalyptus as a prosecutor. Brooklyn said, shaking his head

"I'm busy looking for bodyguards. I just met a retired member of SEAL introduced to me by Ray, and he said that he was very good at security work. ”

"It's called Eric or something." At this point, Brooklyn paused, as if to recall Eric's full name.

"Haha! Eric Elvis? Mark Milai reminded.

"Yes!" Brooklyn immediately came to his senses and exclaimed

"It's Elvis, Eric Elvis. Supposedly very good at security, we just met him. Honestly, I don't think he's good. It made me doubt the power of the whole seal. ”

"He looks like that. There are a lot of troubles on his body, and after meeting, he keeps saying that he is professional and meets my requirements, but behind his back, he wants to use my identity to help him solve his troubles. ”

"That's right." Brooklyn patted his forehead

"He seems to have mentioned you, do you know him?"

"Acquaintance." Mark Milai said bluntly

"Eric Elvis, who was court-martialed for the death of a mission target due to a failed mission, was a problem I helped him solve. I'm quite optimistic about him. It's a pity that he thinks that there is some conspiracy in the mission failure, and he is suspicious all day long, so I have to give up on him. ”

"I have to say that Ray's vision is still as good as ever. If it weren't for his abnormal mind, it wouldn't have been your turn to find Eric, and he would have appeared with me. ”

"But Eric is the best bodyguard. You can try. ”

"Forget it." Brooklyn shook her head and sighed

"I've met so many people this afternoon, and none of them meet the requirements, so I'll wait a little longer. Anyway, there is thunder, and I am not in a hurry. ”

"Didn't Ray resign?" Mark Milai asked. Brooklyn glanced at Ray

"How can you care more about him than you care about me? It was me, not Ray, who married your daughter. Mark Millaine laughed

"Ray is my proudest work, and I've always wanted to recruit him, even if it's to go back to the base and give the lads a few lessons."

"Thank you, I conveyed your sincerity on your behalf." Brooklyn quipped. The two of them laughed again.

"Wait." After laughing, Mark Mi said

"You don't need bodyguards now anyway, you're safe in New York."

"If I need to leave New York, I can lend you a few people temporarily, or I can just divide a few of you. Look outside, you have no idea how much trouble they have, or how much of a trap they have behind them. ”

"That's what I thought too." Brooklyn nodded, jokingly. The two then talked about their views on the events in New York, talked about their plans for the future, and hung up the phone.

Putting away his phone, Brooklyn glanced up at the dark apartment, and Chong Lei said

"Eric isn't from Mark Mee."

"They're spying on you." Ray said with a frown. Brooklyn nodded

"It's normal. It's not normal for them not to spy on me. Brooklyn pursed her lips, wanting to make an opinion, but finally endured it and just said

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Eric was bought." [In view of the general environment, please enter the browser for the fastest update - go to the essence of the library to view.]

"It doesn't have to be a buyout, either." Brooklyn said

"Maybe the information you've gathered was fake in the first place."

"Ray, you have to be careful." Brooklyn said earnestly, pulling out Walter O'Brien's contact information for him

"If you want to collect information, you can go to him. The information obtained from the Veterans Club is not necessarily true. "Today's experience has been full of ups and downs, but for Brooklyn, making sure Ray didn't lie to him is more important than anything else.

Bob came over and asked

"Boss, are you still looking for it?" Brooklyn shook her head

"Someone advised me not to act rashly for the time being, so we won't look for it. Let's go, go home, I haven't eaten dinner yet. ”