Brooklyn is faced with a dilemma. He can't be blamed for being greedy. There is not a single politician in the world who is not greedy.

Mark Meaille didn't bother Brooklyn, and he began to wander around the yard to give Brooklyn plenty of room to think.

By the time Brooklyn had recovered from his musings, Mark Milley was lying at the doorway gossiping with his security team.

With half a bottle of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Mark Milley leaned loosely against the door, foaming at the door and telling his bodyguards a strange battlefield story.

His bodyguards listened so intently that even Harrison, who was next to him, poked his head out of the car and pouted as he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Brooklyn stepped on the lawn and got closer. Judging from the smell of cigarettes, Mark Millay was not holding the box in his arms with his fingertips - this one was more pungent than the other.

They should be drinking beer from the fridge. Brooklyn's gaze Mark Milley paused for a moment, his gaze moved down, and sure enough, he found the same packaging in his refrigerator at his feet.

When Brooklyn arrives at Mark Millaine, his supernatural story is just finished. Amidst the praise and applause, the curtain came down on the story of this 'personal experience' of 'real events', and Mark Milley had a smug smile on his face.

Seeing Brooklyn coming, Mark Meille raised the beer in his hand, signaled to the audience, and turned his head to ask with a pleasant face

"Decided?" Brooklyn nodded. Mark Millay paused, turned to the audience, and walked into the room with Brooklyn's shoulder.

They walked slowly, and it looked like they were going back to the house, not to avoid the crowd.

"What do you think?" Asked, Mark Milai habitually took a puff of his cigarette, then frowned, threw half of the cigarette on the ground, and coughed twice.

"Abandon the plan." Brooklyn spoke calmly, but his words were difficult. It's like making a homeless man give up a million lottery jackpot and a beggar turning down a big meal.

Mark Meelai stopped, patted Brooklyn on the shoulder, and didn't say anything. Brooklyn didn't explain what he thought, and the two walked into the room in silence, and Mark Mee came to say hello to Anne and turned to say goodbye.

At the door of Brooklyn Station, he watched Mark Milley leave, said hello to Harrison, and returned to the house.

It was indeed difficult for him to make the choice to give up, but no matter how difficult it was, he had to give up. The gap between him, Frank, Winston, the small political group, and the military is like an infant in front of the behemoth, and the difference between the two is obvious.

Not to mention that the military has obviously been preparing for a long time. By the time Washington was in a pot of porridge, the military had quietly grown, and like a pair of black hands manipulating everything behind the scenes, it was bound to win the next general election.

No one knows how much the military has prepared for this. While it is tempting to support the current president's re-election, Brooklyn has had to calm down when compared to the military.

No matter how delicious the cake is, you have to have a life to eat it. Of course, the most important thing is that after Brooklyn calmed down, he remembered one thing: the cause of the events in New York!

The reason they started the New York incident was that Winston had a premonition that the election would be a terrible storm, and they needed a safe haven to make sure they could survive the horrible storm.

From the very beginning, they established their position. They will not participate in the election.

Otherwise, why bother to come up with the New York incident? Isn't it good to choose a side directly and join a side?

Michael's plan, as tempting as it may seem, is fundamentally in conflict with their original plan.

Brooklyn said hello to Anne and went upstairs to call Michael and tell him about his decision.

Michael, though surprised, did not question it. Hanging up, Brooklyn took a deep breath.

By abandoning the bigger scheme, the matter of the proposed press law becomes much simpler. He only needs to control the tempo, guide the contradictions, and make sure that when the press law proposal is rejected, he is not drawn into it, but instead directs the contradictions at the law itself.

The whole plan has been given a big slim down, and it has suddenly returned from hell difficulty back to easy mode. Michael resubmitted a new proposal the next day, aiming for the original goal, streamlining the process and reducing variables.

Brooklyn looked at it carefully and replied in the affirmative, telling Bob to distribute the plan while sending Michael to Boston.

The garbage station program officially began. Two days later. A: The evening news takes the lead. Will McWawan reported on a Yale congressman's proposal for a press law, and the Caron Show invited the congressman to be a guest, explaining the proposal in detail.

With the first shots fired by A, various media outlets began to flood the press law proposals, celebrities, media companies, businessmen, politicians, lawyers, judges, news commentators, university professors, ...... People from all walks of life joined in and expressed their views on the proposal through various channels.

When they woke up, the people of the Union suddenly found that it seemed that the whole Federation was discussing the press law. All of a sudden, there was a wave of press law in the entire federation.

Who doesn't express a two-sentence opinion on this proposal, as if it were 2G Internet access. A week later, A reported that lawmakers had formally submitted a press law proposal to Congress.

The whole federation is in a state of discussion. For a time, the limelight even overshadowed Mr. President's invading case. Yes, Mr. President is caught in the middle of the X-invasion storm again.

Looking at the presidents of the Federation, it seems that there is no one who will not fall into the X-invasion storm. It's as if whoever isn't accused of assault isn't president.

Mr. President's X invasion has a long history, as early as 2015, when he announced his candidacy, there were rumors about it, from his announcement of his candidacy, winning the election, to his inauguration, to today, how many more than 60 women have publicly stated that they have been X abused by Mr. President.

More than 20 of these women filed a lawsuit in court for compensation from Mr. President. But so far, not a single case of X-encroachment has been proven to be true.

Maybe just like Mr. President said, if he hooks his fingers, he will have any kind of girl he wants, and he can't commit X aggression at all.

- Maybe Mr. President is sometimes ridiculous and funny, but in terms of X-aggression alone, his reputation is still very good so far.

Since Brooklyn vetoed Michael's plan and promptly canceled the appointment with Mr. President, the busy Mr. President did not say anything about the proposed press law.

This lively trend seems to be blowing in a hot spot, but at least Washington has not set off too many waves.

The princes of Washington have already killed their opponents, and they are all busy strangling their opponents, except for a few who are ready to use the proposal to attack their opponents, everyone doesn't seem to be too interested in this law that has nothing to do with them.

This is what the team behind the proposal can function. In order to achieve the goal, it is necessary to control the influence of the proposal within a certain range, and it must be publicized without attracting too much attention.

The proposal was well underway, and news came out of Brooklyn's deal with Heather Gerken.

E.. Y, Inner Courtyard, Brooklyn Office. Brooklyn was furious and slapped the table with a loud bang that startled everyone.

"Are you kidding me?" Brooklyn stood up and asked in a deep voice.

"No, Brooklyn, I hope you understand, I've done my best, but the opposition is too loud for me to get Yale to fully support you, unless I put this matter on hold for the time being, and wait for the opposition to die down. Hope you understand. On the other end of the line, Heather Gerken explained with great sincerity.

"I want a seat on the Court of Appeals, not some bullshit!" Brooklyn said. His voice was not loud, but anyone could hear it, and he was very angry.

Brooklyn was angry not at the fact that the Circuit Court seat wasn't working, but because he realized he had been tricked by Heather Gerken.

The proposal had been submitted, it was officially in the process, everything was already on the string, and at this point there was no way for him to pause the proposal and wait for him to kick Heather Gerken out of the car before continuing.

Heather Gerken is like a shameful fare thief, pretending to pay for it, waiting for the car to start, but not a penny.

"I'm sorry, Brooklyn, I really tried my best, maybe you can wait a little longer, wait for the proposal to end?" Heather Gerken's voice was steady, but to Brooklyn's ears, it seemed as if every word was a mockery.

"Good, Heather Gerken." Brooklyn sat down with a gloomy face, his palm gripping his phone hard.

"I'm sorry, Brooklyn."

"Since you want to have fun, let's have fun." Brooklyn suppressed his anger and said that he didn't want to listen to Heather Gerken's chatter anymore, so he hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table with a snap.

The phone slid all the way down the desktop, flew off the desktop, rolled twice on the ground, and stopped. Brooklyn sat there with a gloomy face, motionless, only his chest rising and falling violently.

It's quiet in the office. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him in unison.

"Webster!" Brooklyn stood up and shouted. Webster trotted over.

“boss。”

"Ditch the rest of the month and book a plane ticket to Boston." Brooklyn commanded in a deep voice.

Webster hesitated, then agreed.

"Wait." Webster was about to leave when he was stopped by Nelly. Nelly came up to Brooklyn and asked

"What's going on?" Brooklyn looked up like a lion who had chosen to devour people, and his gaze swept over Nelly

“E.. You'll take care of the Y business, Nelly, I'm going to Boston. He explained briefly, and then said to Webster

"You stay, help Nelly deal with this matter, and report to me if you have any problems."

"Tell Bob to stop all your work and come with me to Boston."

"Okay, I'll go." Webster answered, bypassing Nelly and leaving the office.

"You're leaving New York?" Nelly asked

"What about here?" She asked about the aftermath of the events in New York. The events in New York are over, and now is the time for the winners to digest the consequences.

New York is a metropolis. The victory in New York does not mean that everything will fall into place.

There are a number of problems that need to be solved in order to make New York a solid fortress. The recent arrival of Brooklyn in New York is to provide legal support to a small political group of three to help digest the results of the war.

They are all very busy during this time. Mark Miela followed the conversation that night, busy stealing the fruits of the military.

Winston had come to his senses from his pedagogy. Locking his pedagogy into a drawer, his office turned into a signing machine, signing document after paper.

These documents touch on a wide range of industries in New York State. Brooklyn is busy receiving indictments from the state to ensure that every lawsuit is properly and reasonably arranged as quickly as possible.

Frank was busy dispatching police forces to help maintain law and order, making sure that every document sent from the governor's office was well implemented and did not cause panic.

By the way, the people who tried to cause panic were arrested and handed over to their respective departments in charge of the case, and after a one-to-two-day investigation, an indictment was formed and submitted to the court.

The three of them were so busy during this time that they couldn't wait to crack themselves into one hundred and eighty petals to use. And although Brooklyn is responsible for some of the content here, although she didn't say it to Nelly, as one of the old people who has been with Brooklyn for the longest time, Nelly also knows what they do.

At this time, Brooklyn left New York, and if something went wrong, it was likely to cause misjudgment or delay due to Brooklyn's absence, resulting in many accidents.

Nelly is persuading Brooklyn to calm down and take care of the overall situation. But Brooklyn is all about the big picture. Burke and Anthony used to be right in part about him.

His age, his qualifications, his complexion, everything about him, did not match his current position, he was like walking a tightrope, and every step had to be in the right place.

Brooklyn is like a young lion who suddenly takes over a large area of land and becomes the leader of a lion pack.

He must show the toughest stance on the outside, responding with teeth and claws to every malice, ferociously biting every enemy who sets foot on his territory.

If he is weakened at all, countless enemies will pounce on him and devour him cleanly.

Since Heather Gerken dared to stand up and launch a provocation and ignore his alarm, he must use thunderous means to quickly tear him apart.

Only in this way can we ensure that no one will dare to do anything to him easily, and we can ensure that he is as strong as ever.

Nelly's thinking wasn't wrong, but her thinking was just from her standpoint.

"Nelly, you're in charge of this side of the matter, communicate more with the governor's office and the NYpd, and communicate with Bob if you can't make up your mind. If I don't reply in time, I'll put it on hold until I come back to deal with it. ”