Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

New York State, Morocco Clinton Prison, in the visiting room, Anthony was sitting on a chair when he saw a familiar figure coming across from him. He quickly stood up and waited until the middle-aged white man opposite sat down before sitting down again.

"Dad, how are you doing," Anthony greeted the somewhat decadent middle-aged man in front of him.

"It's not bad. With Tok and the others here, they don't dare to cause trouble for me. By the way, how is your mother now?" Anthony's father laughed at himself.

"It's still the same," Anthony frowned, sighed and said helplessly: "The doctor said there is little hope of waking up."

"Really, what's the situation outside?" Anthony's father closed his eyes and pondered for a while and then said, "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

"Liberty Daily has returned to our family's control, and the gangs have calmed down. As for them, I heard that the security in New York has been a bit bad recently, and I haven't heard from them for a long time." Anthony lit a cigar. He said calmly.

"Be careful, don't be like me." Anthony's father looked at Anthony deeply and said.

"Okay," Anthony responded: "By the way, I have hired a new lawyer. Dad, your case is being studied. The lawyer said that even if the verdict cannot be changed, it should not be a big problem to obtain medical parole or something. There should be news soon."

"Okay," Anthony's father said with a flash of light in his eyes: "Go back early. I'm afraid you have a lot of things to do recently. Be careful. Safety is the most important thing."

"Okay, I'll leave first," Anthony stood up and said, "I'll pick you up next time."

After walking out of the prison, he got on the extended Lincoln motorcade and headed towards Manhattan.

"It is better to arrange a few more people in the prison, just in case," Anthony ordered: "Also, let the prison guards see if they can control and bribe a few more people to be prepared."

"Okay," a subordinate responded, and at the same time began to make relevant phone calls to give instructions.

"Inform Carl that my dad's case needs to be handled quickly. Tell him that problems that can be solved with money are not problems. It is best to solve it within three days. It will inevitably lead to long nights and dreams." Anthony said.

"Yes." Another subordinate gave Anthony's order.

"I'm starting to like this capitalist country." Anthony took out a bottle of red wine from the car refrigerator next to him, poured himself a glass, and murmured after taking a sip.

New York, St. Lea Nursing Home, Senior Ward.

After asking the gang members and female bodyguards guarding the door about the situation, Anthony walked into the ward, sat down next to the hospital bed, held her hand, and stared at his mother who was unconscious on the bed in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, the attending doctor came to observe the patient's condition.

Anthony watched him silently as he completed all the inspections.

"How is my mother's condition? Is she feeling better?" Anthony raised his head and asked the attending physician.

"There is still no sign of waking up." The attending doctor frowned.

"Is there any other way? I hope to see my mother wake up before my father is released from prison." Anthony said solemnly.

The attending doctor smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "Mr. Anthony, the human brain is the most delicate part of the human body. When this happens, any treatment can only improve the chance of cure."

"Really?" Anthony's face darkened and he pondered for a moment: "Your hospital is the top in the field of brain surgery in the United States. I was transferred here because I believed in the authority of your hospital. I hope you will try your best to treat me."

"Okay, Mr. Anthony, we will do our best." The doctor withdrew.

"Mom, get well soon. Dad is about to be released from prison. Those damn guys have been punished as they deserve. Now all we need is you to make our family a perfect family again. Get well, okay?" Anthony held his mother's hand tightly and said.

"Sir, there will be a meeting at Councilor Chris's place later. Look, don't you?" After an unknown amount of time, a subordinate walked in and whispered.

Anthony nodded slightly. He squeezed his mother's hand tightly, then slowly let go, stood up and walked out. When he reached the door, he paused and said, "Take good care of her."

"Understood. Mr. Anthony." Several men outside the door responded quickly.

The motorcade was traveling to the gang headquarters, and Anthony and his party got out of the car. At this time, a group of people rushed out from the side, blocking the path where Anthony and his party were waiting.

The gang members around Anthony were also elites. When this group of people suddenly appeared, they all took out their firearms and confronted the strangers who came.

The leader of the group who intercepted Ya stepped forward, took out a certificate from his pocket under numerous gunpoints, and opened it to signal.

"Hello, Mr. Anthony," the leader said with a serious face: "I am Agent Mike from the FBI. I want to know something from you. Can you please cooperate?"

"What's the matter?" Anthony took the certificate from his subordinate, looked at it, and then returned it and said, "I'm very busy. I have a meeting with Congressman Chris later, and I have to attend a charity reception in the evening."

Agent Mike smiled and said: "That's right, Mr. Anthony, do you know the Bilgewater prosecutor?"

"Prosecutor Bill" Anthony frowned and then said suddenly: "I remember, he is a very serious and interesting district attorney. What happened to him?"

"He was murdered last night," Agent Mike said with a serious look on his face.

"Oh," Anthony responded calmly.

"Mr. Anthony doesn't seem surprised," Agent Mike said thoughtfully.

"Should I be surprised?" Anthony smiled: "What does it have to do with me whether he dies or not? Why should I be surprised?"

"But as far as we know, Prosecutor Bill seemed to have a deep conflict with Mr. Anthony's father during his lifetime. It seems that Mr. Anthony's father was imprisoned because of Prosecutor Bill." Agent Mike stepped forward and pressed: "And as far as we know, Mr. Murphy, who seemed to have conflicts with Mr. Anthony, and others have passed away recently."

"So what," Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe they have done too many bad things and the Lord can't stand it anymore, so maybe they have all been summoned by the Lord."

"Mr. Anthony, we are talking about a very serious issue. The taxpayers died in unknown ways, and the country's district attorney died in unknown ways. This is very serious." Agent Mike said, "You have a very serious problem now." Suspect, I hope you can answer the question honestly."

"Haha," Anthony said with a clear smile: "I just want to know if there is evidence for everything you said. If not, I will excuse myself."

"Mr. Anthony, Prosecutor Bill's matter has made our superior very angry. If you don't cooperate with our investigation, the entire Angry Gang may have to face FBI interrogation and related surveillance at any time, and the time may be very long." Agent Mike threatened.

"It seems that Prosecutor Bill is very important and worthy of your hard work." Anthony laughed.

"We at the FBI are dedicated to every case involving American citizens." Agent Mike answered in a flawless manner.

"Really?" Anthony smiled coldly and said, "I remember that my mother's case seemed to have happened for more than three months. I wonder if this senior FBI agent has anything to say to us, the families of the victims?"

"This" Agent Mike frowned and was speechless.

"It's just gone." Anthony raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "I really don't know where we taxpayers' money is spent. It seems that I will have a good talk with Congressman Chris about this later. The FBI takes it every day It's not good to use taxpayers' money to do some messy things. By the way, don't you want me to cooperate with the investigation? Yes, after all, cooperating with the investigation is the obligation of every citizen, but as a victim of the previous case, The family members are in a very bad mood because of the last case and cannot fulfill their obligations. When will you find out my mother’s case and when will I cooperate with your relevant investigations? Do you understand?"

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to leave. After all, I'm a punctual person." Anthony and his group bumped into the group of people blocking the way and walked away.

"Boss, what should I do?" a detective asked in a probing voice.

"Check, what else can we do? The death of the local prosecutor has been registered. All relevant people will be monitored and monitored. The fox's tail will always be exposed." Agent Mike said harshly.