William Barr. Born in 1950, he holds a J.D. degree from George Washington University School of Law.

From 1991 to 1993, he served as attorney general under George W. Bush.

After that, he moved into the private sector. In 2018, William Barr returned to the post of attorney general. Brooklyn has long admired William Barr's name.

This is a guy who turns his face and doesn't recognize people. Based on knowledge and verification, Brooklyn is almost certain that William Barr belonged to John Manning's personal influence, and that John Manning somehow inserted into the team of Mr. President through the Lyleigh Crewe incident.

Without John Manning, William Barr would have been almost impossible to rehabilitate. Because as early as 1993, William Barr's political career was buried by his own hands.

That's why he's in the private sector. It's not that he is too big for fame and fortune, but that his political career has withered and he has to leave politics.

The well-known attorney general may well have been recommended by John Manning to the current Mr. President.

Ignoring John Manning's purpose in recommending William Barr, at least the second spring of William Barr's political career is due to John Manning.

As a result, after John Manning's death, William Barr drew a line with him at an incredible speed.

He didn't even come to John Manning's funeral! After John Manning's death, William Barr seems to have completely fallen to Mr. President, and is considered to be Mr. President's shield, blocking a large number of accusations for Mr. President.

Blumenthal, then the federal finance minister, said of William Barr: Barr seems to be more interested in currying favor with Mr. President than in an objective, in-depth analysis of the law.

It was almost like pointing at William Barr's nose and calling him a pug. As a result, the pug suddenly became angry!

He's about to start an investigation into his master! This is surprising, but when you analyze it carefully, it feels very reasonable.

What did he do with John Manning, who had the grace to reinvent him? Isn't it reasonable to treat Mr. President like this now?

Moreover, there are still many doubts about this matter. What does Mr. President's appointment of William Barr have to do with John Manning?

Did Mr. President trust William Barr, or was he appointed Attorney General for some other reason?

and Who is the new owner that William Barr has found? Is it Patrick Nestor? Or the military?

Is it the Democrats? Or did he not betray his master, and this whole thing is Mr. President fishing?

Although Brooklyn does not think that Mr. President has such advanced fishing skills, the timing is very high, and no one can say.

Mr. President has already gone down in person, and Patrick Nestor has a bayonet, but the two have not started their campaign yet!

With mixed feelings, Brooklyn's plane landed at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

He took Harrison with him alone. After getting off the plane, Brooklyn and Harrison were picked up.

Michael was standing side by side with López, waving at them. That's one of the reasons Brooklyn has only one person with Harrison, who is not alone in Washington.

It was already noon when he met up with López and Michael, just over two hours before he met Patrick Nestor.

Actually, time is a bit tight. The three of them got into a car and rushed straight to Patrick Nestor's residence.

In the car, Michael and Lopez hurried to brief Brooklyn on the latest situation in Washington.

The current president, who has been annoyed since the second half of last year, has not subsided with the arrival of Christmas and New Year.

Mr. President struggled to consolidate the Republican Party's opinion and convince his supporters in the Republican Party, and the opposition of the former party softened, only to suddenly become firm again in December.

Before the internal worries were resolved, the Democrats launched Patrick Nestor to fight him. was able to parry Patrick Nestor, and on the other side, opponents broke the news that he abused his power and obstructed the administration of justice.

Poked him out of the secret CIA investigation into Patrick Nestor. Internal and external troubles! The constant troubles kept Mr. President busy and exhausted.

As soon as an accident was quelled, another accident popped up on the other side. Even with many accidents, the hearts of the original supporters were shaken again.

In short, Mr. President is in a difficult situation, and his hope of re-election is getting smaller and smaller. Patrick Nestor, on the other side, had a very comfortable life.

Mr. President's accusations against Patrick Nestor did not add much trouble to Patrick Nestor.

Invasion is the most common political scandal in federal politics, but there is no consensus on it.

It's as if the federal government's incessant blind manipulation has numbed federal voters, what is it that is just a mere invasion?

While Brooklyn was still flying in the sky, the assistant who stood up to accuse Patrick Nestor of X aggression had been settled by Patrick Nestor, who withdrew the charges and admitted that it was because his life was not satisfactory, and he suddenly saw the news and wanted to gain attention and get a hush money.

The offense of the current Mr. President was easily defused. After listening to the presentation, Brooklyn asked Attorney General William Barr.

According to López, William Barr has been silent since he was blocked in the park yesterday and broke the news that the Department of Justice was about to intervene in the investigation, and reporters in Washington were looking for William Barr to get first-hand information from him, but William Barr hid in his office and never came out.

He neither admitted nor denied it. After learning about the situation in Washington, Michael and López got off the bus halfway.

The car was handed over to Harrison. The lively atmosphere in the car seemed to have been taken away by Michael and López, and turned solemn.

Harrison looked at Brooklyn in the rearview mirror as he drove, hesitated several times, and finally didn't say a word.

Brooklyn sat in the back sorting out the latest information brought by Michael and López, adjusting the conversation strategy, and did not notice Harrison's strangeness.

When the car stopped, Brooklyn woke up from his musings. They had arrived at Patrick Nestor's residence.

Stop, undergo inspection, and be released after confirmation by the special service. The car drove into the official residence and parked in the courtyard.

Brooklyn and Harrison are ushered into the house, and Patrick Nestor's assistant is ushered into a living room for a while.

The assistant then left, leaving Brooklyn and Harrison behind. Brooklyn finally finished his thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw Harrison staring straight at him, wanting to say something and stopping.

"What's wrong?" Brooklyn asked. Harrison hesitated for a moment, took two steps forward, and whispered to Brooklyn's side

"Boss, what's wrong?" The time Brooklyn sensed that he was in a bad situation was the last time Harrison had done so

"On duty", he drove Brooklyn home that day, and on the way, he mentioned Eric Elvis because he sensed that Brooklyn was in a bad mood, intending to divert Brooklyn's attention.

After that, Harrison was on vacation, and the two did not see each other again until this morning, except for phone calls to Brooklyn on Christmas night and New Year's Day.

Harrison didn't know what was going on in Brooklyn, but he could feel the anxiety in Brooklyn.

Especially since they flew to Washington on the second day of the New Year, which was so unusual. Brooklyn subconsciously squinted at Harrison.

Harrison frowned slightly, his body standing as straight as ever, his eyes full of worry, and his face full of concern.

Today, Harrison was wearing a black suit without a tie and looked very energetic. A week's vacation is enough rest, and Harrison's improvement looks good.

In comparison, Brooklyn's improvement was very poor, and his dark circles were relieved by Annie's skillful hands, which were generally impossible to see without looking closely.

But the feeling of mental exhaustion does not need to be observed from the outside, it can be felt just by feeling.

"Well, I'm in a bit of trouble." Brooklyn's inquiring gaze did not retract, and like a searchlight, it remained locked on Harrison.

This kind of aggressive gaze is very uncomfortable, especially for people like Harrison, who have been on the battlefield, carried out classified missions, and wandered on the edge of life and death.

In fact, Brooklyn is very good to Harrison, although he didn't explicitly say that it would be convenient for him, although his salary is not the top in the bodyguard industry, at most in the middle of the stream, but Brooklyn will not avoid him in anything, and he will take Harrison with him wherever he goes, which makes Harrison know a lot of insiders.

In any industry, staying on top of the inside is the key to success. Harrison made a lot of money with the inside information he had at Brooklyn's side.

Even if Brooklyn doesn't pay him, he won't complain. Brooklyn has full trust in Harrison.

But this trust is not as good as that of Ray and David. At this sensitive and critical period, the first thought that popped up in Brooklyn's mind when he heard Harrison's question was whether Harrison heard something and was testing himself.

This reaction may be excessive, but it is not unnecessary. Harrison remained loyal at all times, and this suspicion was naturally superfluous, and it was Brooklyn's overreaction, but once Harrison had other signs, this reaction was lifesaving.

The secrets of a bodyguard who is always by his side can be a fatal blow at a critical moment.

The hostility emanating from Brooklyn's eyes was keenly captured by Harrison. Harrison's brows furrowed tightly, and he turned his neck to look around, making sure the hostility was directed at him.

This made him even more puzzled. Fortunately, Brooklyn withdrew his gaze in time, and the hostility dissipated in an instant.

Harrison took two steps back, returned to Brooklyn and stood still, without further words. The living room fell back into silence.

Brooklyn and Harrison are like two statues, sitting and standing, unmoving. Time is ticking.

There seemed to be a faint voice next door. The door in front of me opened, and the assistant who opened the door stood sideways, and a middle-aged brown-haired man with glasses and an old man with short snow-white hair walked out.

The two laughed goodbye as they walked out, and after crossing the door, the brown-haired middle-aged man turned around and shook hands with the old man to say goodbye.

The middle-aged man subconsciously glanced at Brooklyn as he walked through the living room, nodded slightly and left. The old man stood in the doorway and watched the brown-haired middle-aged man leave, then turned his gaze to Brooklyn.

The smile on his face dissipated, and after a few moments, his facial muscles moved to move his loose skin into a proper smile again.

"Brooklyn Lee?" Brooklyn stood up, with the same proper smile raised, and took two quick steps to meet the old man at the door.

He held out his hand and smiled

"Josephrobiebiden, jr, hello, I'm Brooklyn Lee." The old man with short white hair in front of him was none other than the owner of the mansion, Patrick Nestor.

As the greeting sounded, the two held hands together, shook them lightly twice, and then separated. There was not much left of the smile on Patrick Nestor's face, and he turned around

"I heard you have something to talk to me about, come on."

"Sheila, serve my guests a cup of coffee." He shouted, then asked

"Coffee or tea?" Brooklyn paused as he followed Patrick Nestor's footsteps and smiled

"Shimizu, thank you." Patrick Nestor also stopped, with a slight swing of his head, halfway through the turn, and stopped without seeing Brooklyn behind him.

Then he strode into the room and shouted again

"Sheila, bring him a glass of water." After shouting, Patrick Nestor sat down on the couch by himself, crossed his legs, one arm across the arm of the couch, the other at the base of his thigh, crossed his hands, and looked up at Brooklyn slightly.

After a moment, he gestured to the couch beside him.

"Sit down." Brooklyn glanced back at the door. Harrison was stopped in the doorway by the assistant, looking at him pleadingly.

Brooklyn didn't speak, didn't sit, just stood in front of Patrick Nestor and looked at the assistant at the door.

As if he didn't know, Patrick Nestor shook Erlang's legs comfortably and continued to look at Brooklyn.

Brooklyn still wouldn't sit down. Sheila came in. Sheila, a black woman in a dark purple dress with short hair spread out, came in with a glass of water, passed the confrontational assistant and Harrison, put the water on the coffee table, bowed slightly to Patrick Nestor, and turned away.

"This is your bodyguard?" Patrick Nestor seemed to have just noticed that Brooklyn had not sat down, only to find that the assistant and Harrison who were facing each other at the door half-turned and pointed to Harrison at the door and asked.

Brooklyn nodded

"Jason Harrison, former SEAL."

"Oh, don't mind, there's no need for bodyguards here, you're safe." Patrick Nestor said.

Brooklyn nodded and said to Harrison

"Harrison, you're waiting for me outside."

"Yes, boss." Harrison answered, glanced sideways at his assistant, turned and walked over to the place where Brooklyn had just sat and sat down, staring straight into the room with his eyes blazing.

The assistant casually closed the wooden door, cutting off Harrison's gaze.

"Sit down." Patrick Nestor said again. Brooklyn sat down.