LaGuardia Airport is located in Queens, New York, facing Flushing Bay.

LaGuardia Airport is the smallest of New York's three major airports, and its facilities are old, mostly serving domestic flights.

Michael Grady and his entourage landed at LaGuardia Airport on a special plane.

This group of people is not wearing military uniforms, most of them are wearing civilian clothes, but such a large group of people hula and cheer together, it looks a little eye-catching.

But that's about it.

The supernatural media didn't get the travel guide for Michael Grady and his party, but Bob was able to get it, thanks to the real inside information he got using the expansion of his Brooklyn network.

As a result, LaGuardia Airport was sunny and windy, no different from yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, and a year ago, and there were no hordes of journalists outside.

Of course, there was no Mark Mie out there either.

At this time, Mark Milley had just finished his morning's work, was wearing his home clothes, and was sitting at the crib while waiting for lunch to tease little William, so he didn't have time to pick up Michael Grady's plane.

- Everyone is at the same level, and I am positive, you are the deputy, why should I pick you up?

Michael Grady walked out of the airport with a large group of people, standing on the side of the road, looking at the traffic on the street, squinting his eyes.

He didn't see Mark Mie coming to pick him up!

But it didn't bother him.

Michael Grady snorted coldly and ordered his entourage to rent a car, while the rest of the people chose a nearby fast food restaurant to wait.

Naturally, he knew what Mark Milai was up to.

The military drew up the plan, and he, the vice chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, participated in the whole process and played an important role, and even played a commanding role in the plan, while Mark Milai, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs' Staff, did not even receive the news.

And because the flea of Brooklyn is jumping around and being implicated, Mark Milai has lost support in the military system, and his influence has declined visibly.

At this time, of course, he was unwilling to take away the power in his hands, and he was even more unwilling to have his participation in such a big plan.

He jumped up and down trying to make a move, wasn't he just ready to take a kick in and stabilize or even improve his status?

Michael Grady looked at Mark Mie very clearly, and even figured out the color of his underwear.

He was dismissive of Mark Millai's jumping up and down.

In Michael Grady's opinion, Mark Mee is not worth mentioning, he doesn't have to pay attention to him at all, and he himself will naturally withdraw with the passage of time.

This time to participate in the decision-making level in New York is already the absolute influence of Mark Meaille in the military.

What especially makes Michael Grady look down on Mark Milley is Mark Millay's vision and overall situation.

Shouldn't we be unanimous in our efforts at this time?

I don't want to be unanimous and behave well, but I pull him back and make trouble for myself.

If your own people are unlucky, you can highlight the ability of people like Mark Milai who can't do anything?

Michael Grady shook his head silently, feeling that these people had forgotten what the army had taught them, and had been polluted by the struggle for power and petty family spirit in Washington.

And this one called Brooklyn Lee.

Michael Grady had heard of his deeds and was very dissatisfied that Brooklyn Lee was not obediently at the mercy of the military, but wanted to resist, confront the military, and caused so much trouble.

But he was even more unhappy with Mark Milai.

Men like Mark Millay, who are full of disgusting politicians who are full of lies and lies, occupy an increasing proportion of the military's top brass, and they don't see any military style in them at all, and they are completely politicians.

Michael Grady was especially unhappy with them.

Don't think he doesn't know, what Mark Mie is doing when he shoves Eric Elvis, who should go to court-martial, into it, he doesn't stop it, it's not that he can't stop it, he just wants to be quiet

I watched Mark Milai jump up and down, and fell out in a stupor.

Without the comparison of Mark Millai, a circus monkey, how can he bring out his excellence?

It's better if Mark Mee messes things up so he can step up and clean up the mess.

Michael Grady went through the many struggles within the military in his head, then took a sip of coffee and began to think about New York.

Thinking of those accusations, Michael Grady couldn't help but glance at General Kuhl.

If it weren't for this group of moths, how could the army be so corrupted? How can someone get caught?

General Kuhl was sitting at the corner table, sipping his coffee, noticing Michael Grady's gaze, and he looked up and glanced coldly.

The military was showing signs of abandoning him, and he was aware of it.

Michael Grady didn't like him, and he was aware of the undisguised contempt and disgust that emanated from him.

But so what?

Who hasn't supported anyone yet?

It just so happens that you like to jump, so let you stand in the front, jump enough, and we'll pick up the ready-made ones in the back.

Thinking so, General Kuhl took a sip of coffee, frowned, and raised his hand to summon the waiter.

"Where are these coffee beans so unpalatable?"

General Kuhl asked unhappily.

Michael Grady, perceiving the dispute in the corner, glanced at it with contempt.

Seeing that it wasn't a big deal, I didn't care about it.

He was just about to withdraw his gaze, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught the two tables of guests who had been in the restaurant before getting up and walking towards this side, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Michael Grady is an old-school military figure who has stayed in the army all his life, and his whole person has long been integrated with the army, and his every move is engraved with the style of the army.

His eyes were sharp.

If he pays attention to someone, it will make people feel like they are being targeted, like a thorn in the back, creepy.

Those who have been glanced at by him have this feeling.

But they just glanced at Michael Grady and ignored it.

They have more important things to do than to be looked at.

"Is he the same Kuhl?"

The leader was still a little uncertain and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I can't be mistaken. I noticed it from the moment they walked in."

The other nodded firmly, in confirmation

"You can't be mistaken, I've been following Prosecutor Chandler Kane since he was shot in front of my eyes. Didn't you notice that at first this matter was in a uproar, and the whole Federation was discussing it, but after a few days, especially since McGrady held a press conference, the heat of this matter has been suppressed."

"It's the military at the United Nations, and those hateful politicians are putting pressure on us."

"We must not give in!"

"I also met with Judge Brooklyn yesterday, and they must be under a lot of pressure, and we New Yorkers need to give this group of green pools a little bit of color, and let them know that New Yorkers are not so easy to mess with!"

"Yes! Tell them that New York is not the place for them to go wild!"

"That's right, let them see how good we are!"

"Tell them they've messed with the wrong person!"

The leader was the owner of the fast-food restaurant where Chandler Kane had bought breakfast before he was shot, the middle-aged man who had witnessed Chandler Kane's shooting.

Since that day, he has been closely following the situation, not even opening his shop, and personally running around, calling for like-minded people to speak up for Chandler Kane and denounce the military's misdeeds.

[In view of the general environment,

As the assassination of Chandler Kane continues to become more complex and the whole federation is concerned, the fast-food restaurant owner is also known to many people.

He has a lot of prestige and status among the people who support Chandler Kane.

He had been closely following the development of the situation, and when he saw the people of the whole Federation joining in the condemnation, he applauded happily.

Watching General Kuhl deny it at a press conference and treat the New York media differently, he angrily smashed the television.

Watching Michael Grady flip black and white upside down, insinuating innuendo, he was so angry that he almost set the house on fire.

Seeing that the situation was gradually being suppressed, people began to refocus more attention on the election, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

The fast-food restaurant owner felt a sense of sacred mission, he had spent most of his life in a state of confusion, and suddenly he woke up, and he felt that he had finally waited for his mission in this world.

He's going to speak up for Chandler Kane!

Speak up for the citizens of the Federation!

He wants the whole world to see the ugly face of the federal military!

He's going to punish the federal military!

It's not that he wants to punish the military, it's a mission given to him by God!

He felt full of energy, and he felt that his ordinary life was full of holy brilliance.

Especially after he met more like-minded friends through the Internet and other channels, he felt that he was God's chosen saint and God's spokesman in the world!

They gathered here today, and they were going to contact the Veterans Club to find out more about the military.

In the beginning, like many people, he unbridled his anger and fear, blaming veterans, blaming soldiers, blaming military families.

He organized crowds to protest at veterans' clubs, he searched for veterans' home addresses, smashed their glass, spray-painted them in their cars, on fences and on walls.

But then he heard the call of Judge Brooklyn, the speeches of Governor Winston and Director Frank, and the propaganda of a mysterious organization with its own flag, and he calmed down and made a clear distinction between who was his enemy, who was his friend, who was innocent, and who was his own people who could be co-opted and united.

They changed their tactics and no longer stupidly took to the streets***, they began to collect evidence, make plans, distribute leaflets, and promote ideas......

Originally, they were gathered here today, firstly, to apologize to the veterans' club, and secondly, to learn the inside story of the army from the veterans of the veterans' club.

He has already figured it out that many veterans are actually victims.

Not to mention veterans, many active duty are victims.

These are their own people who can be united.

Only the politicians and military leaders who talk about it on TV, and the rich people who drive sports cars, throw parties on yachts, and sing songs every night, are the masterminds behind the scenes, and they are their enemies.

As the man who embroidered the hammer on the flag said.

He needs to co-opt more of his own people and isolate his enemies.

They were discussing how to apologize, when they suddenly saw a man who looked like General Kull.

Since the owner of the fast food restaurant has been instructed by a master, he has become enlightened and suddenly smarter. He collected a lot of high-level military information, and he remembered the face of General Kuhl deeply.

As soon as I saw it at this time, I immediately recognized it.

When the owner of the fast food restaurant came to the corner with his friends, he finally attracted the attention of the attendant who had not gone out to rent a car.

Many people put down their coffee, stood up vigilantly, and faintly surrounded a group of fast food restaurant owners.

And the owners of the fast-food restaurant did not notice that they were surrounded, and they came to the table where General Kuhl was in the corner.

At this time, General Kuhl was teaching a lesson to the waiter with an unhappy face, when he suddenly saw a group of people standing behind the waiter and was startled.

"Sir, if you don't like it, you can stop drinking. We have other drinks here, like Coca-Cola. If you really don't like it, you can also walk out of the restaurant and not eat here. You only paid $1.99, what good quality coffee do you want to drink?"

See this troublesome guest suddenly

Interrupting the spell, the waiter rolled his eyes and said.

"You're General Kull, aren't you?"

The owner of the fast-food restaurant patted the waiter on the shoulder, motioned for the other party to step back, and stood in front of General Kuhl and asked.

He often came to the restaurant to hold parties, and met the restaurant owner and waiter.

"You're General Kull!"

The fast-food restaurant owner asked again.

This time, it's not a question, it's an affirmation.

The waiter blinked, suddenly reacted, and suddenly realized.

He pointed at General Kuhl with a look of disdain.

"You're the one who dared to send someone to our New York to assassinate our New York prosecutor?!"

"General Kull, you came to New York, who do you want to kill this time? Judge Brooklyn?"

The owner of the fast food restaurant ignored the waiter's words, signaled the little friend behind him to quietly turn on the voice recorder, and asked directly.

"Why don't you go and snatch the suitcase from Mr. President's hand and fire it directly at New York, killing us New Yorkers." Save yourself from doing it one by one. How's that?"

The fast-food restaurant owner asked aggressively.

"It just so happened that Mr. President was giving a campaign speech in New York."

General Kuhl licked his lips, stood up, stared at the fast-food restaurant owner in the lead, and did not make a sound.

The owner of the fast-food restaurant craned his neck and looked at General Kuhl with disdain in his eyes.

"Please leave."

The small gestures of the fast-food restaurant owner and his friends did not hide Michael Grady's eyes, he waved his hand, and the entourage that had been signaled stepped forward one after another, separated General Chur from the fast-food restaurant owner's group, and began to drive away.

"Kul, why don't you speak?"

The fast-food restaurant owner, who was forced to retreat, asked loudly.

"You have the audacity to assassinate our prosecutor, why don't you dare admit it?"

"Kuhl, you admit it!"

"You have the audacity to send someone to assassinate us New Yorkers, do you have the audacity to admit it?"

"Don't hide behind people!"

"You coward! J woman-like Bichi, you *****......."