Obviously, his position is very obvious.

Tony Hall was pushed to the ground, and several young men from the Matthewsin Association rushed up to support him, but were kicked away by Mark.

Tony Hall is desperate.

He didn't expect that the other party would start playing this trick.

I originally thought that I could always delay a few, and retreating at that time would be considered a good deal for the customer, but now it seems that I am afraid that the loss will be huge this time.

Mark grinned and raised his thigh and kicked Tony Hall to the waist. If this kick was solid, the old man would have to lie in the hospital for at least three months.

However, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his ankle was firmly grasped by someone. Before he could react, he suddenly flew up.

With a "bang", I fell to the ground with a dizzy feeling.

He was immediately angry!

When I got up, I saw a middle-aged white man standing in front of Tony Hall, so I became very fierce and raised my hand and punched me. I swear in my heart that I must break this guy's ribs.

The other party did not dodge, squatted slightly, turned his body, separated his fist with his left hand, and hit his liver with a hook punch with his right hand.

Mark felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and his whole body shrank on the ground.

Henry Charles found that the situation was wrong and quickly took two steps to prepare to solve it himself.

But he stopped in time because he found that there were many more people around him, holding cameras and notebooks, and were busy.

Obviously a reporter...

Of course, the reporter is not a problem. For Henry, these guys are annoying, but they are also very convenient to deal with. They just smash their camera and pull out the film and expose it.

As for the writer's notebook, just write it. As long as there is no graphic evidence, your own public relations department can come out to muddle the water. Of course, this requires additional money.

But this time, the situation seemed to have changed. I don’t know when several cars were parked around me, the window was shaken down, and several eight-mm camera lenses sticking out from it.

“…”

A camera can be more troublesome than a camera...

Henry Charles reacted immediately and quickly stopped his men.

"Who are you?" he asked fiercely.

"Daniel Brewster, former member of Congress, I passed by here and found someone suppressing the civil rights movement. This is New York! There is such a thing, and there are police around me who ignore it..."

Dali Sandro also came over and almost fainted after hearing this.

Of course they knew the name of Daniel Brewster.

From the end of last year to this year, it has been in domestic political news.

Although he is a former senator, his life experience and status are not something that these rough embryos can afford.

This is the nobles at present.

Henry Charles was sure that if he dared to act harshly on this guy, the members of Congress who had forced Brewster to resign would immediately share the same hatred and initiate a proposal in Congress to establish a special committee to investigate the atrocities of private security companies against former members of Congress.

Even if Pinkerton has his own backer in Congress, it wouldn't work.

This involves class issues.

The stinky security guard at the bottom of society actually dared to attack the senator (former) because he clearly did not take the hierarchy concept that the society is everywhere. The men would be happy to use the law to teach these lawless guys...

"Uh...uh" Henry Charles was appointed as supervisor not just because of his muscles. In fact, his brain was much more important than his biceps, although this guy's biceps looked bigger than his head.

If you really treat him as a rough person, that would be outrageous.

"Mr. Brew...Mr. Brewster, I think, I think it's a misunderstanding, we are, we just pass by here and see these guys disturbing the policing, so, so…"

"Huh?" Brewster didn't even bother to look at him, turned around and helped Tony Hall up, and the camera was clicking around him.

There was also a car in second gear, driving unscrupulously to a place only three feet away from them, and Henry Charles could even hear the buzzing sound of the cameras working.

"Disturbating public order?" Master Brewster laughed, and he looked around, and the crowd was divided into two groups.

Members of the Matthewsin Association were all huddled behind him, and the opposite side was Henry Charles's men, and outside were policemen in groups of three or three. Although they were all wearing police uniforms, they were obviously divided into different departments and did not know each other.

Angry expression appeared on his face. For the members of Capitol Hill, this was one of the most basic abilities. In fact, their richness of expression and the speed of changing faces were enough to make Hollywood actors far beyond the reach. As for eloquence...

Haha, how can those idiots who have never even studied in a serious college and can't speak without the script be compared with the elites among the political elites?

Mr. Brewster pointed at the people of the Matthewsin Association, and the camera followed the fingers and slammed, "Look, these people were well-dressed, thin, neatly hairstyles, and holding various gentle placards, and you!" He pointed to Henry Charles, and his tone suddenly became stern.

"A group of thugs!" His voice suddenly increased several times.

Henry Charles and Mark were both frightened and their faces began to turn blue.

"Mobsters, you are a group of organized thugs! Are you violently beating these civil rights activists! God, this is New York, the most free and inclusive city! This is not Alabama! No, even in Alabama, I can't see such a barbaric situation! I want to sue!"

Henry Charles was almost crying, and Mr. Brewster was ecstatic. "It's this feeling. It's so good to be the focus of everyone. I haven't given a speech in public for a long time! I miss this feeling so much! I've been apologizing and explaining to the camera all day, instead of standing on the moral high ground and scolding others!"

Thinking of this, he turned slightly, allowing his upright posture and majestic appearance to be captured by the camera.

The reporters' cameras also rang at him, which made the sound of the glory of the successful election for Senate in Maryland, how nostalgic!

Seeing Henry Charles gradually retreating, he immediately took a few steps and squeezed the other party tightly, "What are you doing?"

Henry Charles immediately woke up.

The other party is giving him a hint.

From beginning to end, Mr. Brewster said that he was just passing by, but hell, you guy who got out of Capitol Hill in shame, what are you doing with the reporters in two classes?

It was clearly here to save the scene.

But from beginning to end, Brewster did not mention anything about Mel Fist, but said that seeing someone making trouble for the civil rights movement can be understood as a big hat to facilitate journalists to "make big news."

But after thinking about it, it also implies, "Don't let the fuck out for me! Now it's a thug that beats the gay man. The police station comes to wash the floor, and the matter is over."

Henry Charles, suddenly, was like an amnesty, "Let's go, let's go!"

He had to leave, otherwise the other party would hold on to him and it would be even more troublesome to involve Pinkton's company. Pinkton has been repeatedly suppressed by Congress and the executive body. If he was caught, the boss would probably have to tear him up alive.

So with a whistle, Henry Charles and his men disappeared like a tide.

Many policemen who came to reinforcements ran away.

Daniel Brewster waved to Dali Sandro, who had the highest rank on the scene, who could only walk forward with a tough bullet.

He originally thought that Mr. Brewster would be furious again and lose his (former) style.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Brewster took the initiative to shake hands with him: "Thank you for your contribution to maintaining community security and civil rights movements. I hope you can continue to work hard. The reason why the United States can become a beacon of the world is due to your selflessness and hard work."

After taking Dali Sandro with one sentence, he took off his high hat and took the other party to protect the protesters' life safety.

As expected, he was a political elite. He easily managed the chaotic scene in just a few words. Edward hurried in his car and watched all this from afar.

He couldn't hear what Brewster was saying, but the scene in front of him couldn't help but admire these geniuses.

Shaking his head, the time of the sage has passed is almost the same.

He turned the front of the car and headed towards Brooklyn, and at this moment a champagne-colored Lincoln passed by him and drove in the opposite direction.

Shaq Hayn in the car said to Nicholas Moevich: "This idiot..."

"Yes, let him know the consequences of talking nonsense..." Moevich replied

"What should we do now?"

"Give up Mephist... He is obviously entangled in trouble. We want to mobilize more funds to the market. I have a premonition that the other party is going to really launch an attack..."

"Hanson and Morgan's incitement are effective. In a few days, Jean Carl Wright will start. I have never seen a short squeeze in my life..." Edward murmured in the car.

The two cars passed by and headed towards their respective destinations.
Chapter completed!