Brooklyn had planned to go to Frank and visit the family of the deceased and express his condolences, accompanied by Frank.

I'm trying to figure it out

After the problem with the "big cleaning", the plan was changed temporarily. An hour and a half later, four people gathered in the governor's office, city hall, in a fancy restaurant next to the law firm of Anne Brooklyn.

In addition to Frank and Winston, Brooklyn picked up Anne on the way.

"Why do you like talking so much about things in restaurants?" Frank was a little late, sat down in a hurry, and asked as he unfolded his napkin.

"Isn't it nice to talk while eating?" Brooklyn said with a smile.

"I might as well go to your house." Frank muttered, beckoned the waiter, and began to order. After ordering, the four of them did not immediately get to the point, but chatted.

The three of them complained about the difficulties they had encountered recently, and reported their work progress to each other by the way.

Anne sat quietly and listened, not talking. Since the frequency of morning sickness has decreased significantly, Anne's personality has gradually returned to her true colors, no longer suffering from gains and losses as before, and is ready to stage a deep love scene and become normal again.

Although Winston and Frank were friends in Brooklyn, Anne had met more than once or twice, and this party seemed to be a private dinner with friends, but Anne knew that this was not the case, and she had just stopped by for dinner.

Inevitably, the topic came to the table

"Clean-up" operation above. Through Winston's account with Frank, Brooklyn learned that the real casualties were worse than the reporter had told him.

The police have lost a large number of informants, nearly forty percent of police officers or their family members have received threatening letters of varying degrees, hundreds of police officers' family members have been intimidated by gangsters knocking on doors, smashing glass, and setting off guns in the middle of the night.

What this means, it goes without saying. The clean-up operation was not only a matter of external resistance, but also an internal challenge.

Most police officers were also scared of this, and there was even a wave of NYPD

"Resignation fever". They are afraid that something will happen to them or their families if they continue. Those seven police officers are a lesson in point.

Of course, not all police officers think this way. Killing police officers has been taboo since the establishment of the police station, and it is very easy to arouse the anger of all police officers and make them share the same hatred.

It's just that this time the NYPD targeted all the gangs in New York, which made the anger of some police officers quickly extinguished by fear.

Compared to the NYPD, Winston is the hardest hit area. The NYPD has experience in retaliation, and there are examples of the same enemy killing criminals, and most police officers know that once they encounter an accident, the police department will kill the gang even if it is for themselves, and retaliate.

But the city hall has no experience. More often than not, government officials are fighting among themselves, wishing each other to die, where is the unity?

Where do we come from? Not clapping your hands in celebration is considered a sign of respect for death. Of course, this doesn't mean that all people are the same.

The purpose of Winston's inventory of government officials is not only to purge opposition, but also to purge people who are not allowed to do their jobs, and those who only know how to engage in political battles and do not know how to perform their duties.

Cleaning too much at once can create a vacuum, and there will be vacancies, and it is true that Winston can't come out with so many obedient, easy-to-use and down-to-earth people in a short period of time, and sometimes they can only use it.

Winston has to investigate again, cooperate with the NYPD, and keep an eye on all parties, so it can be said that he is very busy.

In this way, Brooklyn is actually the easiest of the three. Brooklyn was a little embarrassed to be said.

Fortunately, the waiter came over with a food cart and began to introduce the dishes while serving the food, which provided him with a good time to change the topic.

Large white plates were served, and the lid was lifted with anticipation as the waiter introduced them, revealing a little bit of food in the center of the large plate, and the aroma of food mixture began to fill the air.

When the waiter withdrew, Frank forked a whole plate of foie gras—less than half of it—and looked at it over and over again, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chew it twice and swallow it, grab a napkin and wipe your mouth

"Instead of eating these snacks here that even my little grandson can't feed, why don't you go for a burger."

"I knew I should have had dinner earlier." Frank and Brooklyn both came from the grassroots and worked their way up the ladder, and they weren't picky about their food, eating high-end French food and fried fries with burgers.

Although Winston is not grassroots, he has learned to fit into the group over the years, and what he eats is the same in his opinion, the only difference is that some dinners do not require exercise, and some dinners require exercise.

Brooklyn picked up what was supposed to be a piece of loin crest, put it in his mouth, and laughed when he heard it. The front loin crest meat is tendoned and oily, and the taste is excellent.

This is the reason why Brooklyn judged this piece of meat to be a front loin crest meat. The chef's cooking is indeed delicious.

It's just that the quantity is too small, and a plate of loin crest meat is only the size of one bite...... For the same price, he can eat a large piece of rib crest meat at a rotisserie.

Although rib crest meat is not as good as loin crest, it is also very tasty and more suitable for grilling. Although Brooklyn could recognize the difference between the loin crest and the rib crest, he could only recognize it, and when he actually tasted it, he couldn't taste the difference between the two.

"I didn't know there was only that little in this restaurant." Brooklyn felt that he had been wronged, and quickly explained.

As he spoke, he looked at Winston and suggested

"Why don't we go find a barbecue restaurant?"

"It's all this time, many restaurants have closed, and I guess I can't find them at all." Winston put down his fork and shook his head sensibly.

Frank simply threw his knife and fork onto the plate, making a crisp crashing sound, attracting curious glances from the guests at the two adjacent tables.

"I know there's a barbecue restaurant that should be open. I used to like to eat at his house. ”

"So what are you waiting for, let's go." Winston suddenly became interested and urged. Anne put down her knife and fork and looked at Brooklyn.

Brooklyn raised his hand to summon the waiter, ready to pay. The waiter asked in a low voice when he saw that the dishes on the table had not moved much

"Sir, is there anything wrong with the restaurant's dishes?"

"No, I just didn't realize that your restaurant has so little food." Brooklyn shook his head

"Obviously, the four of us don't have enough to eat." The waiter apologized in a low voice and hurried away. When Brooklyn was waiting to pay, the manager of the restaurant showed up.

The restaurant manager apologized for not having a great dining experience in Brooklyn and offered a discount to a Brooklyn table.

Leaving the restaurant, Anne was in the same car with Brooklyn, and left behind, and Frank drove himself, taking Winston in front of him, and set off in a big way.

At this time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. New York City may seem brightly lit and bustling with traffic, but if you drive a little downtown or further suburbs, you will find that there are very few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the businesses on both sides have long since closed, and the road is dark except for the street lights.

Frank didn't know what to think, and drove the car further and further away, until he didn't even have street lights in the back, and it was all illuminated by the headlights of the car.

The buildings on both sides have also been transformed from modern reinforced concrete to low-rise brick and concrete structures, and some of the wall skins have fallen off.

But there was finally a person on the road. Brooklyn pulled out his phone and called Frank.

"Are you sure you're on the right track?"

"Of course I'm sure. I've walked this road I don't know how many times. You can find it with your eyes closed. ”

"That barbecue restaurant you're talking about is run by a gang? Frank, we're heading to the most chaotic part of New York. I must remind you that one of us is a staunch supporter

The governors of the "clean-up" are the chief who arrests the gangsters, and the other is the judge who sentences the gangsters. ”

"And Annie, she's pregnant."

"Hopefully we can have a pleasant dining experience." The car had already driven in, just in time for him to examine what's really going on in New York's most chaotic neighborhood.

The more remote I went, the worse the road became, and even with the windows closed, Brooklyn could still faintly smell a stench.

There were more people on both sides. Harrison was already on the verge of a great enemy, his whole body tensed, and his upper body leaned forward, following closely behind Frank's car.

The streetlights reappeared. Under the street lamp, groups of men and women can be vaguely seen, some are brightly dressed and exposed, scratching their heads and posing with the street lamp, and some are simply simply covered under the t, writhing all over, like snakes.

Others shook their legs, holding their guns loosely in one hand, or holding leaf cigarettes in the other, or smoking something into their nostrils.

Others staggered forward with their heads tilted back and staggered forward with zombie-like steps. Others collapsed on the ground, squirming in the darkness.

It's no worse than a wanderer's camp at all. Walking further, Brooklyn suddenly reached out and covered Annie's eyes, which were turning her head to look to the side.

"Don't look." He put his arm around Anne and whispered. But he stared at it until he was gone.

It was a dilapidated three-story brick and concrete building, and in a lit room on the third floor, someone was chained like a dead dog, dragged all the way to the window, and kicked out.

Fortunately, the other end of the chain was fixed, which prevented him from falling to his death, but the whole person was also suspended in mid-air, and the weight of his whole body was supported by his neck.

It forced him to grab the chains with both hands and breathe heavily. It seemed to be some kind of traditional punishment, and there was a cheer from the crowd below after the man was kicked out of the window and hung in midair.

"That's punishing the families of traitors. Someone betrayed the gang. Harrison seemed to know a lot and explained in a low voice.

Brooklyn pursed her lips and said nothing. The car continued to move forward, with more street lights and fewer people.

The dilapidated brick and concrete buildings were raised and intact at first, and then replaced by modern reinforced concrete.

They even encountered the patrol car of the patrol officer twice. It's like coming back from hell! After driving for a while, he finally came to a stop in an upscale neighborhood.

The houses in this neighborhood are a bit old, and Brooklyn judged that this is an upscale neighborhood because they just entered the neighborhood and encountered three waves of patrolling police in a row, and the streets were old but clean.

Frank got out of the car, waved to the patrolman approaching, and walked into the alley on his own, then turned around into a dilapidated shop.

The shop even has an entrance the size of a bedroom door, making it look like a three-nil shop.

Suspiciously, he followed Frank in, and the store was really not big, only two tables for four people, one on the left and one on the right, and the bar counter was opposite the table, and the bar looked even older, exuding a mysterious color on it, as if it had been pulped.

On top of the shop is an incandescent lamp, surrounded by several tenacious flying insects.

The shop was dilapidated and old, but it was clean, there was no smell coming from it, and there was no dirty scene to be seen.

While the Brooklyn were surveying the store, Frank had expertly unbuttoned his coat and leaned down on the bar to greet him.

After a while, a bald bearded man came out wearing a leather apron.

"Frank!" The bearded man was white, and he looked like he was not too young, and greeted Frank warmly when he saw him.

Frank stepped forward and hugged the bearded man, then introduced

"These are my friends, and this one is an old acquaintance of mine." He didn't mean to introduce his name, just briefly introduced the relationship, and then pointed to Brooklyn and said to the shopkeeper

"This guy invited us to dinner and ended up taking us to a fancy French restaurant."

"Looking at the only food on such a big plate, I really don't know when I'll be full."

"So we took a little counsel, and then we came to you for a barbecue."

"Old man, I'm boasting to them that you're the best barbecue restaurant in New York." The shopkeeper smiled happily and waved his arms at the Brooklyn trio

"He's right, I'm the best barbecue restaurant in New York!"

"Wait!" With that, the shopkeeper said goodbye to Frank and ran back to the back kitchen.

The four of them chose the table on the left and sat down, Brooklyn asked curiously

"Don't have a menu? We don't need to order? Frank shook his head.

"No, I'm here, and I can eat the best here." Beef is graded, and different cuts are suitable for different cooking methods.

And the parts of a cow that are suitable for roasting are limited, and the guests who come first order it, and the later guests can't eat it.

Besides, it's night. Brooklyn was skeptical of the veracity of Frank's words. The shop took the initiative to do it quickly, and Brooklyn they had just finished discussing what they had passed before

"Hell", the barbecue has already come up. Looking at the large plate of oily ribbed meat on the table, Brooklyn fell into deep thought.

Tomahawk, eye-flesh ...... Brooklyn reasonably suspects that the owner of this shop is Frank's dad! It's a barbecue restaurant!

How can there be rib crest meat left so late? Can you still eat fresh eye meat so late? This must have been specially reserved for Frank!