Michael Grady is an old-school military man.

He loved the barracks and the life in the army.

He liked the smell of gunfire, the smell of sweat from soldiers, and in his eyes, these were simply more attractive than women.

Michael Grady spends more time in the barracks than he does outside the barracks. If he could, he wanted to stay in the barracks for the rest of his life, grow old here, die, and if he could, he would like to be buried in the barracks after death.

It's a very strange feeling, and people who haven't experienced it feel weird, think Michael Grady is weird, think he's sick and needs to see a doctor.

Those who have experienced it may be able to understand a little.

Michael Grady is an old-school military man.

How old-fashioned?

At his wedding, he wore a military dress.

His home is furnished like a military camp, simple, clean, and well-behaved, and when you walk into his house, you will be greeted by a strong sense of restraint.

He does things himself, and he also demands the same from his family.

Therefore, he was very unpopular with his family, and he could not look down on the relaxation and depravity of his family, so he could only minimize the frequency and time of going home and spend more time in the barracks.

He loves the barracks! The barracks are almost his life!

How can you do something to hurt it?

So, Michael Grady shook his head and rejected Brooklyn's ill-intentioned suggestion.

"The NYPD does not have the authority to investigate SEAL."

Brooklyn looked Michael Grady up and down, as if he had discovered some new species—it wasn't really new, and if it was new, Burke Forsman was the first.

"I have an old friend named Burke Forsman, do you know him?"

Brooklyn asked suddenly.

"I don't know."

"That's a shame." Brooklyn regretted, "He has a lot in common with you, and maybe you'll become good friends."

"But he was just in a car accident and almost died, and now he's still lying in a hospital in Boston, not out of danger."

"He wanted to know who caused him this car accident, and he wanted to find it out with his own hands."

Brooklyn's somewhat unconventional use of the passive voice makes one wonder if he's wrong.

After all, being in a car accident doesn't sound normal.

But Michael Grady knew Brooklyn was right.

He knew what it was all about.

So, he chose to be silent.

Undeterred, Brooklyn began a third attempt.

"Mark Millay is my father-in-law, you know?"

Brooklyn asked.

Of course Michael Grady knows.

He has also paid attention to the New York incident, and Mark Millai, as a "moral and unworthy" boss, he is naturally concerned.

"Although we have now parted ways, I still have to thank him for helping me understand you."

Michael Grady still doesn't let go.

Failing three times in a row, Brooklyn stopped trying.

Michael Grady is in danger and cannot protect himself, but he is still unwilling to betray his comrades.

Even if this comrade-in-arms is a fool like General Kuhl and Mark Meere.

"General Grady, it's time to chat, I'm busy, do you have something to do with me?"

Brooklyn leaned back, took a sip of his coffee, and asked.

This is the best partner to work with is more difficult than expected.

But Brooklyn felt he had said something wrong.

Michael Grady and Burke Forsman just look alike, but they don't look like each other at all.

Burke Forsman can do anything for Harvard, and his bottom line is unusually flexible for Harvard.

Michael Gray

Dee only seems to be as pure as Burke Forsman, but in fact he is stupid.

This kind of behavior of actively exposing weaknesses is too stupid for Brooklyn to understand.

"You're not in a good position right now, General Grady. But what does that have to do with me, don't you?"

"Maybe I should have informed the NYPD and asked them to lock you up before you were taken away by the military."

No matter how much Michael Grady loves the barracks and regards them as his home, he is likely to be abandoned by the army as an outcast to appease public anger.

It's like his family doesn't want to see him.

Michael Grady didn't react much to Brooklyn's words.

He is now in a state where it is difficult to ride a tiger.

On the one hand, General Kuhl and Mark Meelay cooperated with Brooklyn tacitly, finding the right time to put all the blame on him since the incident.

Or more accurately, to give the military a hard to refuse chance to wash the dirty water off their bodies.

They just had to put everything on Michael Grady, claiming that Michael Grady was the sole perpetrator of the three assassinations of Chandler Kane and the massacre of NYPD officers by a privately mobilized task force on a road outside Syracuse.

All it takes is to sacrifice one Michael Grady, push him to the front, and hand him over, and he can calm public opinion and calm the anger of the Federalists.

At that time, the New York side will lose its greatest reliance in this incident, and the military will break free from the cage of public opinion and will be able to strike at those who do the right thing with impunity.

To achieve all this, it only takes one Michael Grady to be sacrificed.

The conditions are simply not too generous!

You can figure out what the military will do with your toes.

In the face of this pressure, Michael Grady's only way to save himself is probably Brooklyn, one of the co-instigators, and get himself out before the military reacts.

The problem is that Brooklyn won't help him for free.

Brooklyn seems to want a chance to work together, a friendly attitude.

All it takes is Michael Grady to help him swallow Mark Mee's men in the military delegation with General Chull.

Is it really that simple?

Michael Grady is not good at political battles, he prefers to go straight, but to stay with old coins like Mark Meaille, he also has to learn to be a politician.

He can figure it out with his little experience, things are not so simple.

Once he does, he doesn't have to think twice about it, Brooklyn will inevitably save him from the military. And as a price, the handle of his betrayal of Mark Mee and General Kuhl was held in Brooklyn's hands.

He will be completely controlled by Brooklyn!

It's not cooperation at all, it's manipulation.

Brooklyn is not throwing candy, but poison!

What's even more fatal is that his current state of riding a tiger won't last long.

Because the press conference on the NYPD side will soon be over, the news announced at the press conference will soon be disseminated by the media and reach the ears of the military.

The military had to consider not only the impact of the massacre of the JC by the invocation of the operation team on federal territory, but also the impact of the use of snipers in the city of New York to snipe Chandler Kane from a long distance.

What does this make Mr. President, who also lives in New York City, think?

Not to mention that Brooklyn also thoughtfully changed Chandler Kane to a ward similar to that of Mr. President.

What does this make Mr. President think?

When the military goes with Patrick Nestor, it will inevitably go against Mr. President, but not now.

And to solve these troubles, all you need to do is push Michael Grady out!

Perfect!

Michael Grady speculated based on his knowledge of the military meeting that the military decided to take the blame from the time the news was received to the time the meeting was held to the end of the meeting

It may not take more than two hours to abandon the whole process.

That is, he has just over two hours to think, and he has to make a decision within more than two hours.

And how much "more" is in these two hours depends on how quickly the news spreads at the NYPD press conference.

He has already received the news here, maybe the high-level has also received the news, and the meeting is ready to be held at this time.

Not only is this "more" not much, but it is a negative number.

Brooklyn looked at Michael Grady across from him for a long time.

He's not in a hurry, it's Michael Grady who is in a hurry.

It is precisely because he understands the above truths that he speaks so unscrupulously to Michael Grady, and threatens and intimidates him so bluntly.

Time passes in the tick.

Brooklyn had already finished his cup of coffee and called Webster for a refill.

Webster moved a little widely.

The big guy who came out of the small place didn't seem to know how to read the atmosphere, so he grinned and added a cup of coffee to Brooklyn and asked Michael Grady.

Seeing the sweat on Michael Grady's forehead, he even thoughtfully asked Michael Grady if he needed a towel.

With that done, Webster handed Brooklyn several more document numbers, reminding him that the documents he wanted to read needed to be expedited.

Brooklyn turned on the computer in front of Webster, logged into the intranet, skimmed through it roughly under Webster's supervision, and signed at the end.

"Signed, you see."

Brooklyn had some resentment about Webster's supervision of his own signature, and deliberately said this after all the documents were signed.

Webers nodded, picked up the note on his desk and left the office.

He didn't have time to joke with Brooklyn, he was busy.

Webster came and went, and Michael Grady sat there as if forgotten.

Brooklyn took a sip of coffee, which he didn't swallow.

He frowned and looked up at the door.

Where did Webster get him instant coffee? Or the cheapest kind of instant coffee that the supermarket discounts!

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Struggling to swallow the strange smelling liquid, Brooklyn placed the cup on the table and refused to touch it again.

"General Grady, the NYPD's press conference is almost over."

Brooklyn reminded.

The press conference is coming to an end, the press release is about to be sent out, and the public will be informed of the full information announced at the press conference.

Even if it is optimistic, it is time for the military to know all the information and prepare to study how to abandon Michael Grady.

Time is running out for Michael Grady.

Do you believe in the high-level and let it be disposed of, waiting for the high-level to compensate, or do you abandon your ideals and persistence, send the handle to Brooklyn Lee, and choose to save yourself?

Ordinary people may not hesitate to choose to save themselves.

Unusual people may strive for something in the process.

Politicians may not even need to think about it and be able to make choices that are beneficial to them.

But this choice was not easy for Michael Grady.

Michael Grady is a man who makes the military his home, and no matter what Brooklyn thinks he is just superficial to Burke Forsman, their love for the military/Harvard is real.

Michael Grady is still a calm man.

Even if he chooses to save himself and betrays General Kull and Mark Milai, he understands that this will not end there.

Choosing to save yourself can indeed get through the immediate difficulties, but what about afterward?

Will you be able to sit back and relax by sending the handle to Brooklyn?

Will Brooklyn one day treat him like an outcast like the higher-ups and get out of trouble?

Or even if Brooklyn doesn't, how much trust will he have in Brooklyn?

How much weight does he have here in Brooklyn?

Michael Grady himself didn't know it, and before he knew it, he was already thinking in the way he hated the most.

Brooklyn's fingers clicked on the table, and he didn't want to give Michael Grady much time to think calmly.

There is no foolproof plan in this world, let alone a perfect plan, and he can't think of a third way for Michael Grady.

But correspondingly, when he realized that Mark Milai was going to cut off cooperation, he couldn't imagine that he could move such a big gap under the big net woven by the military.

Who knows if Michael Grady could have come up with a third, more appropriate solution given a little more time?

"General Grady, we still need to prepare for a press conference, which will also take time."

Brooklyn said earnestly, as if Michael Grady had already made his choice.

"You'd better hurry, we're running out of time. Otherwise, I'm afraid that by the time you make your choice, we won't be able to do anything about it."

"So, have you figured it out?"

Michael Grady looked up at Brooklyn.

There is a saying that he is right.

Brooklyn didn't kill anyone, he did.

He has not only killed, but also killed quite a few.

Now he wanted to kill the guy in front of him who kept whispering in his ear like a devil.

His eyes were a little fierce, and when he looked at Brooklyn, it made Brooklyn feel as if he was not a living person, but pork from a butcher's stall.

But he finally put away his fierce eyes.

"What should I do?"

Michael Grady asked in a low voice.

After saying this, his whole person seemed to be sucked away, and his always straight and upright posture suddenly collapsed, and his back was deeply bent.

"Write a list and join us in attending a press conference to express our condolences to the NYPD police officers who lost their lives...... Contact Bob and Bob will give you some pointers."

Brooklyn laughed, in a relaxed tone.

He even wanted to stand up and pat the shoulder of the slumped general in front of him.

But he eventually resisted the urge.

Brooklyn picked up the phone and dialed Bob.

"Hey, boss?"

"Contact the media, and in ten minutes I will have a simple press conference with General Michael Grady."