Chapter 2 Family

Morack Clinton Prison, New York, visiting room, Anthony sat on a chair, saw a familiar figure brought by the opposite side, busy stood up, until the opposite middle-aged white man sat down, then sat down again.

"Dad, how are you," Anthony said, looking at the somewhat decadent middle-aged man in front of him.

"Not bad. Trafigura's here, but I haven't had the nerve to mess with me. How's your mother?" 'laughed Anthony's father.

"Still," Anthony said with a frown and a sigh, "the doctor says there's not much hope of waking up."

"Is it? How's it going out there?" Anthony's father closed his eyes for a moment and thought. Then he said, "They didn't give you a hard time, did they?"

"The Daily Liberty is back under our family's control. The gangs have calmed down. As for them, I hear New York has been a bit of a mess lately. I haven't heard from them in a while." Anthony lit a cigar and made light of it.

"Be careful, don't be like me." Anthony's father gave Anthony a deep look.

"Okay," Anthony replied, "By the way, I've hired a new lawyer. Your case is under study, Dad, and the lawyer says that even if it can't change the sentence, it shouldn't be a problem to get medical parole or something. I should be able to hear from you soon."

"Ok," said Anthony's father with a gleam in his eye. "Go home early. I'm afraid you have a lot to do these days. Be careful.

"Well, I'll go," Anthony said, standing up. "I'll pick you up next time."

He walked out of the prison and got into the extended Lincoln motorcade for Manhattan.

"Put a few more men in the prison, just in case," Anthony instructed, "and see if the guards can control and buy a few more people, just in case."

"All right," said one of the men, and began to make relevant phone calls.

"Tell Carl that my father's case needs to be dealt with quickly, and tell him that any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. It's better to settle it in three days. It'll be a long night." 'said Anthony.

"Yes." Another man carried on Anthony's order.

"Capitalist country. I'm kind of starting to like it." Anthony takes a bottle of wine from the nearby car refrigerator, pours himself a glass, and mumbles with a faint breath.

Santa Maria Senior Nursing Home, Senior Ward, New York.

After questioning the guard at the door and the female bodyguard, Anthony entered the room and sat down next to the bed, holding her hand and staring at his mother, who lay unconscious in the bed for life.

An unknown amount of time passed before the attending physician came to observe the patient.

Anthony watched silently as he finished his examinations.

'How is my mother? Is she getting better? Anthony asked the attending physician, looking up.

"Still no sign of awakening." "Frowns the attending physician.

"Is there any other way? I'd like to see my mom wake up before my dad gets out of jail." Anthony hushed.

With a wry smile on his face, the attending doctor showed his hand. "Mr. Anthony, the brain is the most delicate part of the human body. In this case, any treatment can only improve the chances of a cure."

"Is it? Anthony's face darkened and he thought for a moment: "Your hospital is the top in the United States in the field of brain department. I transferred here because I believe in the authority of your hospital. I hope you can do your best to treat it!"

"All right, Mr. Anthony, we'll do our best." The doctor withdrew.

"Mom, hurry up and get well, Dad is almost out of prison, those damn guys got their punishment, and now we only need you to be a perfect family again. Get better, okay?" Anthony clenched his mother's manual vocal tract.

"Sir, there's a meeting with Senator Chris later, isn't there..." I don't know how long it was before one of his men came in and whispered.

Anthony nodded gently. He squeezed his mother's hand for a moment, then slowly let it go, stood up and walked out. He went to the door and said, "Take care of it."

'I understand. Mr. Anthony." 'answered the men outside the door.

The caravan was marching to the headquarters of the gang, and Anthony and his party got out of the car. At this time, a group of men rushed out from the side and cut off Anthony and his party.

Anthony's side of the gang are also elite, when this group of people suddenly came out, they will take out their guns, and the stranger to confront.

The line of people who intercepted teeth led the way forward, took out a certificate from his pocket under the muzzle of many guns, and opened it.

"Hello, Mr. Anthony," the chief man said with a serious face, "I'm Agent Mike of the FBI, I want to talk to you about something, can you cooperate with me?"

"What is it?" Anthony took it from his man, looked at it, and then went back, "I'm busy. I've got a meeting with Senator Chris later, and I've got a charity reception that evening."

Agent Mack smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Anthony, Bill. Do you know DA Gewerter?"

'Bill? The prosecutor?" Anthony frowned and then suddenly said, "I remember. A very serious, interesting district attorney. What happened to him?"

"He was murdered last night," Agent Mack said with a stern face and a smile behind him

"Oh," replied Anthony with a nonchalant look.

'Mr. Anthony didn't seem surprised?' "Agent Mack asked thoughtfully.

"Should I be surprised?" Antony laughed. 'What does his death have to do with me? Why should I be surprised? '

'But we know that Prosecutor Bill seemed to have had some serious problems with Mr. Anthony's father. It seems that Mr. Anthony's father was put in prison because of Prosecutor Bill.' Agent Mack stepped forward and pressed, "And as far as we know, Mr. Morpheus and others who seemed to have had problems with Mr. Anthony have all passed away in the recent past."

"So what," Anthony said with a frown, "Maybe they've done enough bad things for the Lord to watch, so maybe they've been called by the Lord."

"Mr. Anthony, we're talking about a very serious matter here. Taxpayers dying for no reason, district attorneys of the country dying for no reason, that's serious!" Agent Mack said, "You're under very serious suspicion here, and I want you to answer the questions honestly."

"Well," said Anthony with a smile, "I just want to know if you have any evidence for all this. If not, I'll have to excuse you."

"Mr. Anthony, our boss is very upset about DA Beale, and if you don't cooperate with our investigation, the entire Angry Gang will be under constant FBI surveillance and surveillance for a very long time." "Agent Mack threatened.

"It seems that this prosecutor Bill is important enough to be worth all the hard work." Anthony scoffed.

"We at the FBI are committed to every case of an American citizen." Agent Mack's watertight answer.

"Do you? !" Anthony smiled coldly, "I remember it seems like it's been more than three months since my mother's case, and I wonder if this senior FBI agent has anything to say to us, the families of the victims?"

"This?" Agent Mack could not speak as he frowned.

"Just not anymore!" Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know what our tax dollars are spent on, but I think Congressman Chris and I will have to talk about this later. It's not good for the FBI to be doing a lot of crap with taxpayer money every day. By the way, don't you want me to cooperate with the investigation? After all, it is the duty of every citizen to cooperate with the investigation. However, as a family member of the victim of the last case, I am in a very bad mood because of the last case, and I cannot fulfill my duty. When can you find out my mother's case and when can I cooperate with your relevant investigation?

"If there is nothing else, I have to leave. After all, I am a punctual man." Anthony and his party drove head-on through the group that stood in their way.

"Head, what to do?" "Asked an agent's voice.

"Check, what else can be done, the district attorney's death is hanging above the number, the relevant people are monitored, the fox tail will always show." "Snarled Agent Mike.