Brooklyn leaned to him thinking about things. He reflexively closed the door to the hospital room, walked to the bedside and sat down, and looked at Chandler Kane.

Chandler Kane didn't move, only his eyes moved as Brooklyn moved, and when he saw Brooklyn sit down, he stared at him squintingly.

"Are you feeling better?" Brooklyn asked. Chandler Kane didn't speak.

Brooklyn bowed slightly, not knowing what he was approving of. There was silence in the room, except for the rhythmic sound of the monitoring machines.

For a long time –

"What about them?" A dry, hoarse voice sounded, like the sound of grit rubbing. Brooklyn was slightly silent, leaned back, and crossed his legs

"They're protected." After a brief pause, he continued

"Your wife and children are temporarily placed in the witness protection program and protected by professional personnel. The witness protection plan was signed by me personally. ”

"The 16 police officers who protected you were temporarily quarantined, hiding in their own safe house in NYpd, waiting to be summoned to testify in court." After a pause, Brooklyn added

"Of course, it is also possible that he was secretly sent away to join the witness protection program." Chandler Kane squinted at Brooklyn, and the room fell silent again.

"You ......"

"Our commitment is still valid." Brooklyn picked up the conversation

"Frank convinced me to follow Winston." This time, Chandler Kane nodded. It was the first time he had reacted in part other than his eyes.

Brooklyn squinted at Chandler Kane, his eyes sharpening. He deliberately chose Monday morning to visit Chandler Kane, and naturally he did not choose it randomly.

Chandler Kane hadn't spoken since he woke up, which made him a little uneasy. Despite Frank's promise that everything is under control, and that he does, there are some things that Brooklyn can't do without seeing and hearing the exact results.

Chandler Kane's reaction was a surprise to him. He didn't pretend to be a lake, but spoke to him very bluntly.

This is something he didn't expect. Previously, he didn't have too much impression of Chandler Kane, only knowing that Frank held some of his handles and was inexplicably completely controlled by Frank.

Chandler Kane was chosen as the executor of the first part of the plan simply because he was in the right position.

Frank had vouched for Chandler Kane not to betray them.

"I can get worse." Chandler Kane tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he were involved in a wound, causing him to frown again.

So this unsightly smile disappeared. As the smile faded and the pain seemed to leave, Chandler Kane regained his composure.

"To make sure my family is safe." Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, his squinted eyes slowly opened, staring at Chandler Kane, and slowly shaking his head.

"Do you think it's possible?" He asked. Without waiting for Chandler Kane to open his mouth to answer, Brooklyn explained to himself

"If we don't trust you, your family can leak secrets, so, do you think it's possible?" If Chandler Kane is not enough to be trusted and must be killed, then his family is equally not enough to be trusted.

His family is not robots, has its own mind, thinks independently. After receiving the news of Chandler Kane's death, they will think, why is the official information released like this, when Chandler Kane has not left New York for three months, and when their family has not received threats?

Why was Chandler Kane assassinated? Once you think, you will seek, and once you explore, you will add chaos.

In order to eliminate instability, they must also be disposed of. On the other hand, if Chandler Kane's family died, Chandler Kane would have figured out what was going on as soon as he got the news, and would he still cooperate?

In order to avenge his family, it is not impossible to do anything. As a result, Chandler Kane and his family are effectively living and dying together.

If one lives, the other will inevitably live, and if one dies, the other will inevitably die. Brooklyn patted him on the shoulder and stood up

"Don't think about it, take care of your injuries, everything is going according to plan. I just came to see you. ”

"That's all." After saying that, Brooklyn glanced at his watch and left. Walking out of the hospital, through the bustling crowd, getting into the car, as Harrison started the car, Bellevue Public Hospital faded away, and Brooklyn's face became gloomy.

Chandler Kane is smart, but not smart enough. If it were him today, he wouldn't have been so blunt in his conversation.

No, he will recommend a qualified candidate to replace him as soon as he receives the news, and he will not let himself be in the current situation at all.

Brooklyn was a little jealous of Chandler Kane. He felt that Frank's grip on Chandler Kane was not so solid.

Chandler Kane is not a fool and he may use this opportunity to get out of control. Such a person, once out of control, no one can be sure that he will not use the same thing to repeatedly threaten and demand excessively until they can't afford it in Brooklyn, and then sell them without hesitation to earn the last bit of value...... Chandler Kane must be dealt with immediately......

"Go to the Metropolitan Penitentiary." After thinking for a moment, Brooklyn shook his head and commanded. It's not difficult to solve Chandler Kane, but it's hard to get over yourself and Frank.

Frank couldn't have agreed to abandon Chandler Kane, and Brooklyn himself had a choice.

Most importantly, from the point of view of urgency, it is only appropriate for him to do it. But once he does it, he will transform from an impartial judge to a murderer.

It will be the black spot of his life. Most importantly, Frank and Winston will know about it.

……………… Metropolitan Penitentiary. Interview room. Brooklyn did what he said he would, and he really didn't bring dessert to Heather Gerken.

After a few days of not seeing each other, Heather Gerken's form has changed significantly. He looked a little haggard, with a scruffy beard, and blue around his eyes, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes were still bright.

He glanced at the table as he entered, but saw no dessert, so he pouted and walked around Brooklyn and Harrison standing behind him.

Heather Gerken sat across from Brooklyn, let the guards undo the handcuffs and anklets, leaned back casually, chose a comfortable position and half lay on the chair, and when the guards left and closed the door, she raised her chin at Brooklyn.

"What's the matter?" Brooklyn sat across from him, staring at him, not speaking. Heather Gerken straightened his posture, slowly changing from a hangy posture to a sitting posture, he frowned, and grinned

"You're going to be finished, Brooklyn."

"Looks like you're going to give me back." He gestured, saw that Brooklyn did not speak, and continued to speak to himself

"I've read the news report, and you're in for a big disaster."

"Let me guess ......"

"You haven't killed Chandler Kane yet?"

"Tsk~~"

"Do you want to try it? Shut up Chandler Kane now, and maybe there's room for redemption. Otherwise, when he speaks, you will completely lose the last chance to seize the initiative. ”

"Do you want to try it?" Heather Gerken's voice was soft and seductive, as if the devil was whispering in his ear.

Brooklyn frowned slightly.

"It seems that you have not learned how to speak to a judge as a prisoner."

"Judge? Soon it won't. Heather Gerken said-for-tat. Brooklyn leaned forward slightly, leaned closer to Heather Gerken, and lowered his voice

"Even if I'm done, I'll be able to arrange your 'business' before I come in."

"How? I heard that you have an unpleasant stay with the old man who hijacked the plane, do you want me to help you change to a big man? There are so many felons in the Metropolitan Prison, we are not in a hurry, we will change you with a cellmate every day, and you will always find the right one. ”

"If all of them have been replaced, and there is no suitable one, I can also help transfer to other prison wards and continue to rotate." Heather Gerken rolled her eyelids, lowered her head slightly, and didn't speak.

Brooklyn leaned forward and closed his mouth. For the first time, there was silence in the room. As time passed, the atmosphere of silence began to become solemn and oppressive.

Brooklyn stood up suddenly, his thighs pushing his chair to move on the floor, making a noise. Although the voice was not loud, it was unusually harsh in the silent meeting room.

Heather Gerken subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound, only to see that Brooklyn had already stood up, took a tattered plastic bag from Harrison's arms and threw it on the table.

When he got closer, he saw that it contained a flattened puff, cream flowing out of the cracked opening, stained with plastic bags, and running everywhere because of the squeezing.

"Have a nice meal." Brooklyn whispered and got up to leave. Stomping—The sound of leather shoes stomping on the floor echoed through the meeting room, and Brooklyn grew farther and farther away to stand in the doorway.

Squeak—the rudimentary but sturdy metal door was pulled open, and Brooklyn gave Heather Gerken one last glance and stepped out.

Squeak-squeak-squeak- Stomping—the footsteps grew farther and farther away, echoing through the hallway until they were gone.

With a serious expression and his cheeks slightly puffed out, Brooklyn returned to the warden's office in silence and explained the follow-up arrangements for Heather Gerken.

Like he said, change your cellmates, change them once a day, cancel all special treatments, just don't die.

The warden pursed his lips and looked at Brooklyn with a complicated expression and nodded continuously.

"If he wants to talk to me, remember to call me." Brooklyn made a final gesture of the phone and said goodbye to the warden.

In the car. Harrison drove quietly, and Brooklyn sat in the back seat, looking out the window in deep thought.

Heather Gerken didn't give in, which wasn't good news for him. But fortunately, he didn't expect Heather Gerken to give in.

Heather Gerken's proposal — killing Chandler Kane — sounds great, but it fills Brooklyn with concerns.

The two of them have been engaged in a fierce confrontation since they met. Heather Gerken learned about what was going on outside through channels, and guessed that Chandler Kane's shooting was faked by Brooklyn and others.

He came up and said that Brooklyn was going to be finished, which was to dominate the crowd and show his momentum.

The two have been grinding together until now, and each knows what the other is going to do, but the difference is that in the past, they would do it through tactful and roundabout means.

Brooklyn serves dessert to Heather Gerken like a courtesy corporal. But as time goes on, the situation changes, Heather Gerken eats dessert and refuses to be offered, and Brooklyn begins to become impatient.

Heather Gerken, who had just guessed in the interview room, had come to give an ultimatum, and he didn't need Brooklyn to open his mouth at all, he took the initiative to indicate his attitude first, and still refused to solicit him.

This confrontation was pushed to a climax. Brooklyn threatens Heather Gerken's personal safety, telling him that there are only two ways to go, either listen to him, or endure torture and humiliation and die.

Heather Gerken still did not give in, and even taunted Brooklyn in turn, reminding him that the upper hand now was just a first-mover advantage, and the other party was just blinded, and when the other party reacted, Brooklyn was not far from the end, and at that time, his identity with Brooklyn would be reversed.

Negotiations are at an impasse. After a short period of weighing, Brooklyn chose to give up and took the initiative to send Heather Gerken to his death.

As for fending for oneself? How can it be! How could Heather Gerken, the biggest rival of Brooklyn's career and the most luxurious trophy, leave him with a chance to turn the tables?

How is it possible to leave yourself with the possibility of repeating the mistakes of the past? No matter what the future holds, whether the dispute with the military is won or lost, Heather Gerken must go to God first!

“boss。” Seeing Brooklyn move his neck, Harrison glanced in the rearview mirror and spoke softly

"The person has been selected, and the interview is scheduled for this afternoon, do you want to come and see?" Previously, Brooklyn was planning to expand the size of the bodyguard team, and handed over the task of selecting bodyguards to Harrison, who had just finished the job after resting at home for a few days due to the airport a few days ago.

"No, you just have to decide." Brooklyn waved his hand and declined Harrison's invitation, he said

"After choosing, divide the two to stay at home to protect Anne." Harrison frowned slightly, couldn't help but glance back at Brooklyn, and said with some hesitation

"Boss, what do you mean ......"

"Hmm." Brooklyn bowed slightly

"You know what we're going through right now, and we have to guard against it."

"I'll convince Anne to stay at home when I get back tonight, and you'll be responsible for my and Anne's safety until it's over. Cheer up during this time. Harrison nodded in response, then asked

"Do you need to pick two female members?"

"No, I don't." Brooklyn shook his head in refusal

"Just follow your own standards, gender is not taken into account."