Yes.

Locke was quite happy that there was no black color among George's friends.

However, even if there is, Locke would not care. After all, it was his business for George to make, not Locke's.

Locke was in love with Gwen, not George.

George didn't, this was a plus point at most.

Um.

The bonus point of double the bride price.

But now?

Probably thought it was wrong.

Lock looked at George who was getting up from the sofa and thought to himself, because if George was a white left, Locke would consider whether he should try not to come here in the future.

After all, Bai Zuo is a kind of plague, the kind that can be contagious.

After a while.

George had an extra cup of whiskey on his hand: "Give it."

Rock raised his eyebrows, looked at the whiskey handed over by George, got up, took it, and then looked at George curiously: "Is this considered fishing law enforcement?"

"For sure, but would you not drink it?"

"Won't."

George listened to Locke's sincere answer, and was silent for a while, sat down and stroked his tie: "The original intention of this law is to reduce car accidents caused by drinking, and for you, this place is probably more familiar than your own apartment."

At least, he didn't know the password of Locke's safe, but Locke knew his.

Shet, this wild boar's apartment, the decoration and decoration of the kitchen, is probably brand new.

"Drink less."

"I will."

Rock smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and clinked George. The ostentatious look at the bottle of whiskey left on the table.

very good.

You have nothing.

George took a sip of wine in his glass: "Are these Nina Bell's parents called Manolo and Jones?"

Locke nodded: "Yes, do you really know?"

George smiled and took a sip of wine in his glass: "Bells, old acquaintances, do you know how the Bells, who were still refugees at that time, settled in this New York City?"

"There is a story?"

"Um."

George nodded and looked at Locke: "We paid for the money!"

Locke: "…"

Good guy.

Locke almost thought it was George who had a hammer.

To be precise, it should be the money paid by the New York Police Department.

When George just became a police officer, the air in New York was sweet. When the little blacks saw them, they needed to raise their hands obediently, not to say anything bad. They didn't even dare to say anything. The community was pure and white, without any filth.

but……

The Bai Zuo quietly rose at that time, as if she had discovered from a Washington parliamentarian that she could rely on the blacks to win votes to support her.

To put it simply.

As a refugee smuggler at the time, Bell's family marched with a group of people, trying to win their civil rights. Then, Nina Bell's brother accidentally died during the riot.

Originally, the Bell family was a refugee, and they were smuggled. They had no identity, and they would die if they died every day. There were no shortage of him.

but……

George shook his head: "A Washington politician didn't know how to change their identity directly. In addition, the judge at that time was from the Democratic Party and was kinder. In short, the environment was not very good at that time. For this reason, the New York Police Department had to choose to settle out of court and gave the Bell family some money."

But it seems that since then, the Bell family has felt that they have tasted the sweetness.

Let's say so.

In recent years, there are signs of buying zero yuan in New York City, behind which there must be the shadow of the Bell family.

Locke raised his eyebrows: "That's all, it's still there until now?"

Is this kind of garbage not burned, so I will keep it for the New Year?

His usual advantage is that he knows how to think from the perspective of others.

If there was such a little black, who was so bright that he would run to his face to output, let alone the New Year, it would be considered Locke would be unable to let that little black spend tonight.

George shook his head: "It's not that simple."

The New York Police Department will definitely not let them keep it for the New Year. After that, they have caused trouble for the Bell family from all directions.

But the results are minimal.

No matter what trouble you are asking for, the Bell family’s backhand is a discrimination lawsuit in court, such as parking illegally, discrimination, and not turning on the turn signal, discrimination.

Anyway...

George looked at Rock: "The Bells are just a bunch of shit. You understand, what I want to say."

Locke nodded.

Obviously.

George is telling him from the side that Nina Bell plays the discrimination card. After all, from a certain perspective, the Bell family is already the pioneer of the power fighter in the minds of the young blacks in New York.

and.

The apartment where Locke is located is called Star Building, and the young blacks in New York are thorns in their eyes.

Locke smiled.

"George, do you know, why do you lose?"

"Um?"

"Because you are the NYPD, I'm not."

After hearing George's warning, Rock nodded, then looked at George and smiled and said, "I have a lawyer team. If anyone slanders my reputation, my lawyer team will seek justice for me."

Nina Bell is better off not playing discriminatory cards.

otherwise……

Locke has one hundred and ninety-nine ways to make the Bell family doomed.

Is there a Washington MP supporting him?

Oh.

Locke has money, and as long as he wants, he can buy himself five members of Congress who speak for him.

George looked at the smile on Rock's face and said nothing. He had already said that he had finished drinking the wine in his glass: "Our guest room is almost your bedroom."

Said.

George stood up and then looked at the empty bottle of whiskey on the table, his eyebrows beating.

Locke smiled beside him: "Thank you, it's delicious, is it still?"

George: "…"

the next day.

After Locke and Gwen finished breakfast at home, they first sent the eleven-year-old little George and six-year-old Mark to the school, and then turned around and headed towards the Midtown High School.

"At noon, we have to go to the printing factory to see the effect of the poster."

"good."

"There are also campaign badges. When school comes, let's take a look."

"Um."

"By the way, have you written your speech?"

“…”

Gwen, sitting in the co-pilot, turned into a serious campaign manager and confirmed the matters that began the campaign a few days later. While talking about the matter, he saw that he did not get a response from Locke, so he looked up at Locke.

Gwen looked at Locke's expression on his face and was slightly stunned: "What's wrong?"

Locke shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that you seem to be a little different."

"What?"
To be continued...