It was a gamble of courage and will. Both sides of the bet were forced onto the table without being prepared.

This adds a bit of uncertainty to the gamble and makes it even more confusing. Brooklyn is happy with the situation.

If he is at a disadvantage due to his own consecutive mistakes, then pull his opponent to the same level as himself to see who has more experience.

Frank Reagan's name appears on the screen. The name is clearly marked with the words 'NYPD Director' at the end of the name, indicating that it is not fake.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes to glance down, and after identifying her name, she looked at Cremont again, her fingers moving upward.

Cremont stared at Brooklyn's every move, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, and the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

It was a disdainful and contemptuous gesture. As if to say, 'Look, coward, I knew you were posturing' Brooklyn swiped Frank Regan's name into the center of the screen and pressed his finger on the screen to stop.

After a pause of one or two seconds, Brooklyn's finger lifted, then gently pressed and tapped the screen. The screen receives the signal and sensitively jumps to the dialing interface.

Cremont's trembling muscles trembled violently, and the corners of his mouth drooped again. Brooklyn pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and then tapped the screen again.

The screen goes dark, then lights up again, and you are taken to the call interface. Brooklyn let go of his hand as he pressed the speakerphone, and the phone was laid flat in the center of the table, his hands retracted to his chest, clasped together, and held them in a vague manner.

Both—the first blind sound sounded. Brooklyn and Cremont looked at each other, their facial muscles squirming, their cheeks already bulging high.

Both—the second sound sounded. Cremont's blue eyes shone sharper, but his shoulders shook unconsciously, as if startled by the sudden noise.

The third sound sounded. Brooklyn held his breath. He secretly prayed that Frank wouldn't pick it up, that Frank would pick up the coffee, or that he would be squatting in the toilet, even if he was caught and raped in bed by his children, no matter what he was doing, as long as he wasn't near the phone.

The fourth sounded. Brooklyn felt like he had forgotten how to breathe, he felt like he was going to suffocate, and he suddenly remembered that a piece of his lung had been cut off, maybe that was why he couldn't breathe?

It's a lot more exciting than a Manhattan hotel meeting. The Manhattan hotel meeting was about giving the participants time to prepare, and now he and Cremont were playing a game of life and death for which both sides were prepared.

It's like Russian roulette, sudden death can happen at any moment. Still no one answered. Brooklyn silently counted the seconds in his mind, thinking that it was time for the fifth tone.

"Let him hand over his things, and we will not let the water from the well interfere with the river water." Cremont spoke suddenly. His wrinkled, age-spotted finger pointed behind Brooklyn.

Brooklyn looked up and saw that the light in Cremont's eyes had dimmed considerably, and his blue eyes seemed to have lost their luster and were no longer so attractive.

The sharp gaze has also become much calmer. That's what a missionary should look like.

"All - hey......" Brooklyn hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the momentary confusion on Cremont's face.

But Cremont was not angry again. Willing to gamble and lose. He lost, he admitted. Brooklyn is more composed, he thinks.

Brooklyn didn't respond, instead looking back at Harrison after doing all of the above. This result is very different from what Brooklyn envisioned, and objectively speaking, such an outcome is that he ceded Harrison's interests to pay for his mistakes.

That could make Harrison resentful, or it could make Harrison take his chances. Brooklyn may compensate Harrison for his mistakes, or he may be haunted by the incident and vent his frustration in Harrison.

It's all up to Harrison to think. It's another gamble, one of Harrison's alone. If it were Bob or Ray or David, they would not hesitate to hand over the recording and choose to believe Brooklyn.

But this is Harrison, and Harrison hasn't been with Brooklyn for long. Brooklyn didn't want to know which sentence moved Cremont, whether it was Brooklyn's own influence or pressure from the Holy See, or the struggle between Protestantism, Eastern Christianity, and Tianzhu.

He didn't want to know any of that, now he just wanted to end this gamble as soon as possible and get out of this damn thrilling gamble.

He wanted to go to the bathroom and pee. It was his most thrilling and the one where the stakes were least proportional to the returns.

The legendary hand of a good hand is sparsely played, and it is he who is now. What capsized in the gutter, what perfectly dodged all the right options...... He felt that his knowledge was laughing at him like crazy.

This gave him an emotion that he hadn't seen in a long time - shame. Brooklyn admonishes herself to remember how you feel now, how swollen your bladder is, how tight every muscle of your body is, and never again, and never allows such a mistake!

Time seemed to slow down again, and in fact Harrison only thought about it for a few seconds, but it seemed as long as centuries.

"I can give you the recording." Harrison finally spoke. He nodded and said, as if to Cremont, and as if to Brooklyn.

"But Gruber must be punished." As Cremont's cheeks were about to shrink and Brooklyn was about to exhale again, Harrison continued.

Cremont frowned, didn't speak, and looked at Brooklyn. Brooklyn didn't frown.

He thought for a moment before saying

"Bishop Cremont, I think it's a reasonable request. What do you think? ”

"Fr. Gruber's use of his power for personal gain and his use of his position to solicit bribes from the congregation is completely inconsistent with your teachings and a betrayal of his faith. He has been seduced by the devil and has fallen completely. He is a devil disguised as a clergyman lurking within your sect. He is a shameful moral corrupter. ”

"Bishop Clemmont, you've been staying in Albany to take care of things, and I'm afraid you don't know what Father Gruber has done in the name of the sect." Cremont's azure eyes flashed, and she nodded heavily.

"And such a thing?"

"It seems that I was negligent. I will immediately report it to the Holy See and investigate the crimes committed by Gruber. He betrayed his faith. ”

"That's right." Brooklyn nodded. Cremont nodded. The two men's hands were clasped together.

Brooklyn finally got his wish to go to the bathroom and solve his personal problems. When he came out, he called the waiter and ordered his meal.

When a large bowl of steaming white was served, Brooklyn gestured to Harrison, who was seated at the table behind him.

This is specifically for Harrison. After nodding at Harrison, Brooklyn introduced Bishop Cremont to a few specialties.

This is a restaurant after all, and the chef is specialized in oriental cuisine, much more than he knows, and it is more authentic.

The guests and the host of the meal enjoyed themselves – at least as they seemed. On the way there, Brooklyn sat in the car, palms in front of his eyes, eyes closed.

He carefully singled out every tiny mistake in himself and kept it in his heart, warning himself that there would never be a next time.

Harrison drove steadily, silent. He handed over the most advantageous and important thing in his hand in exchange for a bowl of fat but not greasy pork.

Pork is delicious, but is it worth it? Harrison thinks it's worth it. The recording had not been in his hands for a day or two, and he had not gained the slightest benefit from holding the recording except for causing trouble for the whole family.

Not to mention threatening Gruber with the recording, he even had to send his wife and children abroad to a country that is said to be the safest in the world.

As far as he knew, only the East was the least affected by the Jealousy Sect, and they didn't seem to be afraid of God's punishment at all...... To him, the recording is like an incomprehensible treasure map, a hot potato, not only can not get benefits, but will also be implicated.

In this case, it is better to find someone who is not afraid of being implicated in exchange for tangible benefits. - This was originally the purpose of his promise to be a bodyguard for Brooklyn.

It's also an investment. Harrison is bullish on Brooklyn and believes that there is a bright future for Brooklyn.

It's just that Brooklyn, which he likes, doesn't seem to be doing well today...... Brooklyn opened his eyes and said

"Go to A." Realizing that he had made so many mistakes since the Manhattan hotel meeting, all of Burke Forsman's words about himself were being validated.

This is actually not a small blow to Brooklyn. But soon he collected his mood and picked himself up again.

His current position would not allow him to be injured at all, there was no time to heal him, and no one to comfort him.

The more than 30 minutes in the car is already the limit. If you make a mistake, learn it and avoid it next time.

Swept away the useless feelings of frustration and self-blame, Brooklyn began to ponder a deal with Cremont.

He forced Cremont onto the table and won the game with more composure, courage and perseverance than Cremont.

But this gamble was caused by his mistake, and he only stopped the loss when he won, and did not gain anything. Look at the chips in your hand now - not only did they not increase, but they were exported by one piece.

Harrison's recordings would have been useful in Brooklyn. Not only did he export a chip, but he also had to appease Harrison.

If he had to say anything, his only gain was probably a temporary solution to Harrison's worries.

This certainly allows Harrison to return to his heart faster, and to some extent, it can be regarded as a blessing for Seon.

But Brooklyn was not reconciled. Even though the gamble was over, Brooklyn was not reconciled. He had to find a way to not only stop the loss, not only to cover the loss, but also to win as many chips as if he hadn't made a mistake.

A arrived soon. Brooklyn waited for Harrison to park the car and take him upstairs. In the elevator, Brooklyn introduced

"A friend of mine is a major shareholder here. I also have a good personal relationship with Will McWaywan. We have a good relationship with A. He was like a wolf with his younger brother who was familiar with the territory, and he didn't see the frustration of being in the car.

"What shows do you like to watch?" Brooklyn asked after introducing his 'relationship' with A.

Harrison thought for a moment and said a few shows, either an outdoor survival challenge or a boxing game, or a football game.

"Have you seen A's evening news?" Brooklyn asked. Harrison shook his head. Will McWony's Evening News has a good reputation and is the favorite evening news program of the people of New York City, but that doesn't mean all New Yorkers have seen A's Evening News.

The Voice of New York radio is even more famous than a nightly news, and not every New Yorker listens to it.

The car stops rising and the elevator doors open. Brooklyn introduced as he walked

"Will is a very professional media person, and fake news is not allowed on his show. He never reports unverified news from unknown sources, and he will also explain the credibility of rumors and gossip that may or may not be true when he reports for duty. ”

"He never exaggerates or misinterprets the news, let alone takes it out of context, but tries to keep the news as it is and express what the news originally wanted to say."

"Of course, some of his points are also interesting." As they spoke, the two of them arrived at Will's office.

Will's office was not a separate one, his office was in a large, spacious public office with the members of the evening news team, but he was located further in, with a large office space to himself.

When Brooklyn and Harrison came in, Will was sitting at his desk, surrounded by a large group of program members, who looked like they were in a meeting.

Seeing Brooklyn arrive, Will ended the meeting, jumped off the table, first reached out and shook Brooklyn, then the two hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

After parting, Brooklyn pointed to Harrison behind him

"This is Harrison, a great guy." A strange smile appeared on Will's face, his eyes wandered to Brooklyn and Harrison's faces, and he shook Harrison's hand politely

"Harrison, take the liberty of asking a question, can I know your age?" Harrison's gaze at Will began to grow strange, too.

He served in the Seal, and before that he was in the Navy, who would miss his girlfriend or wife during the long hours of duty, but at sea, they would be surrounded by seagulls and all sorts of strange fish.

It is said that more than 70% of the Navy have sought pleasure between people of the same sex. Harrison has not only seen it, but has been 'pursued' several times.

He doesn't discriminate against his comrades-in-arms who do that, but he's not that kind of person, and he doesn't want anyone to target his ass or crotch anytime and anywhere.

"37." Harrison said in a gruff voice. Will didn't know that he had been misunderstood by Harrison, and raised an eyebrow at Brooklyn when he heard the answer.

"Judge Brooklyn, I remember that in the public information on the Internet, you were born in 1989, right?" Born in 1989, he is 30 years old this year.

It's strange for a 30-year-old to call a 37-year-old guy a good guy, but the point is that no one feels disobedient.

Even Will, who found the problem, raised the question, but from the bottom of his heart, he actually agreed with Brooklyn's name for Harrison.

Brooklyn performed well beyond his actual age.