In Morac Clinton Prison, New York State, Anthony sat in a chair and saw a familiar figure coming from the other side. He hurriedly stood up and waited until the middle-aged white man opposite sat down before sitting down again.

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

"It's not bad. With Tok and the others here, I didn't dare to cause trouble for me. By the way, how is your mom now?" Anthony's father mocked himself.

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

"Is that so? What's going on outside?" Anthony's father closed his eyes and pondered for a while and then said, "They didn't make things difficult for you, are they?"

"The Liberty Daily has returned to our control, and the gang has recovered. As for them, I heard that New York's security has been a little bad recently, and I haven't heard from them for a long time." Anthony lit a cigar and said lightly.

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

"Okay," Anthony responded: "By the way, I have hired another lawyer. Dad, your case is under investigation. The lawyer said that even if the judgment cannot be changed, it should be a big problem to fight for medical parole or something. There should be news recently."

"Okay," Anthony's father's eyes said, "Go back early. I'm afraid you'll have a lot of things to be busy with recently. Be careful, safety is the most important thing."

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

Walk out of prison and take the extended Lincoln convoy toward Manhattan.

"A few more people are arranged in the prison just in case," Anthony ordered: "In addition, the prison guards can see if they can control the bribery of a few people, and be prepared for any trouble."

"Okay," a subordinate responded, and began to make relevant calls and orders.

"I inform Carl that my dad's case should be handled quickly and told him that problems that can be solved with money are not a problem. It is best to solve them within 3 days, and there will inevitably be more and more dreams." Anthony said.

"Yes." Another subordinate ordered Anthony's orders.

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

New York, Saint Leah Senior Nursing Home, Senior Ward.

After asking the gang members and female bodyguards at the door for some reason, Anthony walked into the ward, sat down next to the bed, held her hand, staring at the unconscious mother on the bed, who had been stunned for the rest of her life.

I don’t know how long it took, but the attending doctor came to observe the patient’s condition.

Anthony watched him finish the inspection silently.

"How is my mother's situation? Is it better?" Anthony asked to the attending physician.

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

"Is there any other way? I hope I can see my mom wake up before my dad is released from prison." Anthony said in a deep voice.

The attending doctor smiled bitterly and spread his hands, saying, "Mr. Anthony, the human brain is the most exquisite part of the human body. If this happens, any treatment can only be said to increase the chance of cure."

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

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

"Mom, come on soon. Dad is about to be released from prison. Those damn guys have received the punishment they deserve. Now our family is just a perfect family. OK, okay?" Anthony said with a tight grip on his mother's hand.

"Sir, there is a meeting with Member Chris in the future. Look, is it..." I don't know how long it took, a subordinate walked in and whispered.

Anthony nodded slightly. He held his mother's hand tightly, then slowly let go, stood up and walked out, walked to the door and paused for a moment and ordered: "Take good care."

"I understand. Mr. Anthony." Several subordinates outside the door responded quickly.

At the headquarters of the convoy, Anthony and his group got out of the car. At this time, the group rushed out from the side and intercepted the way Anthony and his group were waiting.

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

The group of people who intercepted the teeth walked forward, took out a document from their pockets under the guns, and opened it.

"Hello, Mr. Anthony," the leader said with a serious look: "I am Agent Mike of the FBI. I hope you can find some things to know. Can you please cooperate with me?"

"What's the matter?" Anthony took the ID from his subordinates and looked at it, then went back and said, "I'm very busy. I'll have a meeting with Councillor Chris later, and I'll attend a charity cocktail party tonight."

Agent Mike smiled and said, "That's right, Mr. Anthony, Prosecutor Bill Girwalt do you know?"

"Bill? Prosecutor?" Anthony frowned and said suddenly: "Remember, a very serious and interesting district attorney, what's wrong with him?"

"He was murdered last night," Agent Mike said with a serious smile.

"Oh," Anthony responded calmly.

"Mr. Anthony doesn't seem surprised?" Agent Mike said meaningfully.

"Should I be surprised?" Anthony laughed, "What does his death have to do with not dying from me? What am I surprised?"

"But we know that 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 McGrath stepped forward and pressed: "And as far as we know, Mr. Morpheus, who seems to have conflicts with Mr. Anthony, have passed away in recent times."

"So what," Anthony browned, "Maybe they have done too much bad things, and the Lord really can't stand it anymore, so they may even be summoned by the Lord."

"Mr. Anthony, we are talking about a very serious problem. The taxpayer's death is unknown, and the country's local inspector's death is unknown. This is very serious!" Agent Mike said: "You are very serious now. I hope you can answer the questions honestly."

"Haha," Anthony smiled, "I just want to know now that all you said has evidence? If not, I will lose my companion."

"Mr. Anthony, Prosecutor Bill's incident made our boss very annoyed. If you do not cooperate with our investigation, the entire Angry Gang may face the FBI's ongoing news and related surveillance at any time, and the time will probably be long." Agent Mike threatened.

"It seems that Prosecutor Bill is very important, and it is worth your hard work." Anthony mocked.

"We in the FBI are very dedicated to every case of American citizens." Agent Mike answered without missing a trace.

"Is that true?!" Anthony smiled coldly and said, "I remember that my mother's case seems to have happened for more than three months. I wonder if this senior FBI agent wants to tell us, the victim's family?"

"This?" Agent Mike frowned and couldn't speak.

"It's just gone!" Anthony raised his eyebrows and said, "I really don't know where the money of us taxpayers is spent. It seems that we should talk to Councillor Chris in a while. It's not good for the FBI to do some messy things every day with the taxpayers' money. By the way, don't you want me to cooperate with the investigation? Yes, after all, cooperating with the investigation is an obligation of every citizen. However, as the family of the victim of the previous case, I was in a very bad mood because of the reasons for the previous case and could not fulfill my obligations. When will you find out my mother's case? When will I cooperate with your relevant investigation? Do you understand?"

"If there is nothing else, I'm leaving. After all, I'm a punctual person." Anthony and his group rushed to the front and left.

"Head, what should I do?" an agent asked.
Chapter completed!