Sunday, January 26, 2020.

The weather today is not very good.

When I woke up early in the morning, the sky was gray, and even the sea of New York Harbor in the distance was reflected in gray.

Cloudy days always make people feel bad.

Brooklyn got up early in the morning, had breakfast, changed into a formal suit, and after making sure that it was okay, Harrison drove him to Mr. President's appointment.

Mr. President is a real estate tycoon, a fun-loving real estate tycoon who owns two prestigious properties in New York.

One is the famous Presidential Building.

Located at 721 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York, the Presidential Building is a mixed-use luxury condominium.

The ground-floor public space, which occupies about one-third of the block, is home to a variety of high-quality shops and restaurants, as well as a number of public facilities such as a gymnasium, in an effort to provide residents with a sense of home.

The rental and sale prices of this building are not cheap either.

The building can be broadly divided into three types of units, one-bedroom, two-bedroom and three-bedroom.

The one-bedroom unit is about 100 square meters in size and is priced from 1,650,000 square meters and rents from 6,500. The price of a two- and three-bedroom unit is twice and three times that of a one-bedroom unit, respectively.

Even in New York, the price is quite expensive.

The other is the President's International Hotel in New York.

The five-star hotel is located in the western part of New York's Central Park, close to the United Nations Headquarters and the New York Museum of Natural History.

The meeting between Mr. President and Brooklyn was in the hotel.

In fact, Mr. President has lived with his team since he came to New York, and they have used the hotel almost as an office for the campaign.

This attracted many supporters of Mr. President to come and experience the feeling of being close to Mr. President.

At 8:34 a.m., the Brooklyn car arrived at the hotel.

Harrison got out of the car with Brooklyn, handed over the car keys to the doorman and walked into the hotel.

Passing through the lobby, two agents who had been waiting there early blocked their way.

"Mr. Brooklyn Lee."

Two agents showed their IDs and guided Brooklyn and Harrison to the elevator upstairs.

Brooklyn was not immediately directed to Mr. President, but was taken to an empty hotel room.

The two agents apologized and began to search them.

Brooklyn didn't have much on him, and when it was Harrison's turn, he quickly retrieved two pistols and two spare magazines from his waist.

The search agent glanced at Harrison, placed the pistol and magazine on his companion's tray, and continued the search.

Soon, Harrison was drawn a pistol on his lap, a paratrooper knife.

Two pistols were found under their armpits.

A lump of things that Brooklyn didn't recognize was found on the inside of the suit, and looking at the cautious and cautious appearance of the secret service, it was obviously not a good thing.

After a cursory search, the agent stopped, glanced at Harrison again, raised his hand to untie Harrison's belt, and took out a ball of fishing line, a blade, and a small box of improvised signal transmitters from it.

The agent held the small pile of bits and pieces in his hand and looked at Harrison.

Harrison stood straight, his pants falling to his calves, still expressionless.

The agents placed these on a tray and began to continue their search more closely.

The coat was all taken off, and the shirt inside was also asked to be untied.

And then in Brooklyn's stunned eyes, blades, oddly shaped wires, signal transmitters, electronic components, thin wires, powders of unknown composition...... All sorts of strange things piled up on the two trays.

When the agent finally removed Harrison's sunglasses and unscrewed the two temples to show off the sharpness of the temples, Harrison finally spoke.

"It's gone."

Harrison said dryly.

The agent glanced at him and rushed at his companion

Nodding.

The companion brought several large bags and packed them with the items that had been found on them.

The body-searching agent introduced

"These are dangerous goods, we will keep them for the time being, you can go to Mr. President first, and when Mr. President comes out, we will return them to you."

"Good job."

This last sentence was addressed to Harrison.

Harrison pursed his lips, took off his watch, and threw it into the bag that was about to be sealed, then bared his teeth at the search agent, bent down and lifted his pants.

「GOODJOB！」

By the time Harrison was dressed, the clock had come to nine and a little past.

Mr. President's approximate time is 9:40.

"Mr. President is having breakfast, you can go to the reception room and wait."

The body-searching agent said to Brooklyn with a stinky face, holding on to the headset and communicating a few words.

"Where's the reception room?"

Brooklyn asked.

He hadn't been to this hotel before.

- Who would stay at home and come to live in a hotel?

He was a family man in Brooklyn, not like some homeless man, who sang every night......

Asked for the address of the meeting room, Brooklyn refused to be guided by the secret services, and walked with Harrison toward the meeting room.

Going out the door and into the stairs, Brooklyn said casually as he walked in front

"I didn't even know you were carrying so many things!"

He was really surprised by the body search just now, which was comparable to the agent in the movie.

Harrison let out a muffled "um", seemingly a little unhappy with the search.

"Do you carry so many things with you every day? Won't they get in the way of your movements?"

Brooklyn continued.

The elevator didn't work, and they had to climb the stairs, which was just the right time for Brooklyn to chat.

Since the last time he explained to Harrison for a long time, Harrison only knew a little about it, and he hadn't talked to Harrison for a long time.

"No, I'm used to it."

Harrison muffled.

"You learned this in the army?" Brooklyn asked curiously, "All the people who come out of SEAL will do this?"

"It's not." Harrison shook his head, his expression visibly tangled.

He was thinking about how to explain the issue of professionalism to Brooklyn.

He has been with Brooklyn for a long time, and Harrison has a full understanding of his boss, and he knows very well that his boss is a military layman, the kind he can't distinguish between a Glock pistol and a Colt ***.

Can he understand this kind of professional stuff when explained to him?

"We have a different division of labor, and those are the necessities that are necessary to take into account all kinds of special circumstances."

In the end, Harrison chose to perfunctory the past.

"Oh!"

Looking at Brooklyn's sudden realization, Harrison quietly rolled his eyes: sure enough, there was no need to explain at all, because he couldn't understand it......

By the time she climbed to the floor of the presidential campaign office, Brooklyn was exhausted and out of breath, but Harrison seemed to be fine.

As soon as they entered the door, the two were stopped and asked by the secret service to show their temporary passes.

Brooklyn stood in the doorway and peered in, stopped Harrison, and pulled out a temporary pass soaked in oil and the smell of barbecue from his bosom and handed it to the secret service.

The secret service took it and looked through it and got out of the way, but Brooklyn didn't go in.

He waved at the secret service and said, "I'm here to pay this back."

He gestured to the temporary pass in the secret service's hand, then to the stairs behind him.

"This was given to me by Mr. President when he was at the airport."

"Alright, it's time for us to go back."

"Goodbye."

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With that, Brooklyn turned around and took Harrison's arm and walked downstairs.

Behind them, the two agents looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

As a special service carried by Mr. President, he is naturally not a fool.

They are not robots, they know nothing about the outside world, and they only know how to do what they are responsible for.

The Brooklyn Lee in front of me was specially invited by Mr. President, and Mr. President was going to meet in a few minutes.

As a result, people have now turned around and left?!

The two looked at each other and looked into the house together.

As the busy figure in the room looked over, the two agents withdrew their gaze, remained upright, and decided to turn a blind eye.

Anyway, they do what they are told, and they don't care about their business, and when Mr. President asks, they will tell the truth.

On the other side, Brooklyn and Harrison returned the same way.

Harrison followed behind him, opening his mouth several times, but he didn't know where to start for a while.

In his opinion, Brooklyn was a bit inexplicable.

During the previous body search, he almost had his underwear stripped off for inspection, and Brooklyn himself was touched all over again, this degree did not make him change his attitude, why did a routine inspection make him suddenly angry?

Whether Brooklyn is here to return the temporary pass or to the appointment, others don't know, doesn't he know?

"Somebody doesn't want me to meet with Mr. President."

Brooklyn seemed to know Harrison's doubts, and explained as he slowly walked down the armrest.

"It's like you and the target you're protecting suddenly arrive in a strange environment, and someone has a gun pointed at you. You don't know if he's going to open fire, or if he's just vigilant or hostile."

Isn't that quite understandable?

Harrison slured.

"What will you do then?" Brooklyn went down two floors, stopped suddenly, turned around and asked with interest.

Harrison hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Stand back, find cover, and prioritize the safety of your target and yourself."

"So we're now—" Brooklyn nodded, gesturing to the stairs behind her.

Seeing that Harrison understood, Brooklyn continued

"We're back to safety now, just wait—" He gestured above his head, "see what he does, whether to continue the appointment, pretend nothing happened, or give us an explanation, or really pretend nothing happened."

Harrison nodded.

There was a pre-Brooklyn analogy, which is now well understood.

The two stayed where they were for a while, and Brooklyn looked up at his watch, and the time came to 9:40, which happened to be the time of the appointment of Mr. President.

"Let's go."

Brooklyn continued down with Harrison.

At the same time, the reception room.

Mr. President strode in, dressed casually today in a pair of jeans and a red plaid shirt.

He walked into the reception room and looked at the empty reception room with a blank expression.

After a pause at the door, he turned his head and asked, "Didn't Brooklyn Lee come?"

The secretary who followed him looked down at the itinerary, asked the special service downstairs about the situation, and replied, "Here you are, but after returning the temporary pass you gave him to the special service at the door, he left."

Mr. President pulled his face down.

He pondered for a moment, then turned and walked outside.

Coming to the room where Brooklyn had just been stopped, and saying hello to the campaign team members who were still busy inside, Mr. President came to the secret service and asked

"Brooklyn Lee has just been here?"

The two agents subconsciously glanced at the members of the campaign team and reported to Mr. President as they were.

At the same time, the busy campaign team member also stopped what he was doing, and when he saw Mr. President coming over, he stepped forward to explain

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I ......."

Mr. President raised his hand to interrupt his explanation and said directly to the secret service, "Go and call Brooklyn Lee." Take it straight to the reception room."

After saying that, he didn't look at the members of the campaign team, and returned to the reception room by himself.

Twenty minutes later, Brooklyn and Harrison returned.

Under the guidance of the secret service, the two successfully crossed the threshold and entered the room.

Brooklyn stopped next to the campaign team member standing in front of the whiteboard and glanced sideways, and sure enough, the other person was looking at him.

Brooklyn smiled, didn't say anything, and followed the agent into the reception room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President."

Walking in the door, Brooklyn immediately changed her face and apologized with guilt on her face.

"I thought you had canceled the meeting by asking him to stop me."

As he spoke, he gestured to the room in front of him.

Mr. President didn't say anything, just laughed, sat Brooklyn down, and called his assistant to ask Brooklyn what he wanted to drink.

Brooklyn sat on the couch next to Mr. President, squinted at Mr. President's assistant, and said quietly

"No thanks."

Mr. President's laughter paused, and he offered his assistant to bring two cups of coffee to each of them.

Brooklyn thanked him, bowed his head and took a sip of his coffee, not intending to start the conversation.

Mr. President took a sip of half of his coffee, put down his cup, and looked up at Brooklyn.

"I've heard Winston say that you've helped a lot with the management of New York?"

Mr. President asked.

Brooklyn put down his coffee with a humble face.

"Yes, I love New York, it's my home."

"I heard you're an orphan?" Mr. President asked.

Brooklyn nodded, not seeming offended, "Yes, but I was born in Brooklyn, New York, and this is my home."

"Despite all the twists and turns, I chose to come back here as an adult and contribute to the construction of justice in New York."

Mr. President nodded, praising Brooklyn for not forgetting his hometown and always remembering the spirit of contributing to his hometown, and praised Brooklyn's contribution to the construction of federal justice.

Among them, Mr. President highlighted the incident when Rebecca Pomfrey bought affirmative action and framed Brooklyn ZZ discrimination.

That was the first time that Mr. President had a substantial encounter with Brooklyn. [Note 1]