I ran for president with scumbag money

Meera got out of the car, walked to her office, and met Oscar at the door.

A man in a long blue trench coat stood by the door. He had long legs and a thin waist, frowning habitually, as if he was dissatisfied with everything.

She was taken aback, a little surprised: "What are you doing here?"

"Leon asked me to come and take a look." Oscar said in a low voice, "He said he must come, I want to know what's going on?"

Meera stared at him like she was looking at a monster, and after a long time, she asked, "When did he notify you?"

Oscar said a time, and she made up her mind that it was time for her to be interviewed.

——I'm saying, if it were me, I wouldn't dare to stand on the stage and talk about my past.

She couldn't help but gasped, covered her face with her hands, and sighed softly, "Leon..."

She did mention Oscar, but Leon immediately managed to help her make an appointment with the other party, but what is this?What does he want?Is he really worthy of Leon's solicitation?

Who would send their bodyguards over to do something like this: to comfort another emotionally traumatized woman in such a time of panic?

Crazy Morton.

At the same time, an unexpected visitor came to the nursing home.

"I'm looking for Miss Alita." This person was wearing glasses, but his demeanor had nothing to do with a college student.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?"

"God, I forgot."

"Please register."

"Okay." The young man took the pen and obediently wrote the name "Lancer" on the form.

"Please follow me." The female nurse put the form in the drawer and led him out of the front desk.

Lancer called her to stop: "I said, don't you have a security agreement or something? What if I am a bad person?"

"Sorry?" The female nurse tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, and said tactfully, "Our place is open to visitors. People here rarely see outsiders, and seeing friends from the past is good for them."

Lancer didn't speak.

The nurse opened the door and motioned for Lancer to go in.

As soon as Lancer entered, he took a big step back and said in surprise, "Who is she?!"

"It's Miss Alita you want to see, Mr. Lancer." The nurse seemed to be used to it, calmly coping with his panic, "She's asleep, you can keep your voice down and take a look at her."

"you're lying!"

"Oh, taking drugs changes people a lot," the nurse explained. "It's irreversible."

There is no sense of meeting me. A skinny woman is lying on the bed in the ward. A quilt covers her body. Her seaweed-like hair is shaved into inch boards. Her hands protruding from the quilt are tightly wrapped in bandages. in case she hurt herself.

Lanser's lips trembled, and his mind was in a mess: "The last time I came to see her, she wasn't like this..."

"Really?" The nurse responded indifferently, "Once it gets worse, it will be very fast."

Lancer wanted to kill her because she downplayed the horror so lightly:

She should feel sorry for Alita at this moment, should take good care of her, should be her center, but the nurse said it as if the person lying on the bed was just a dull person.

Little did he know that he himself was the strangest thing in the eyes of the nurses.

People who are thrown here for compulsory detoxification often mean that they have been given up. Many people have no visitors at all. Even if some people occasionally have visitors, they will be scared by the changes of the parties and leave without stopping.

"The last time I came here..." Lancer was still struggling with the difference between "last time" and "this time".

"She's always been like that," said the orderly. "If they make her look better for you, no one knows if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

Last time he came with Traver.

Traver brought him, every time.

Lancer walked to the bed, and a strong stench rushed towards him. He lifted the quilt abruptly, but the female nurse was vigilant to stop her, but she took a step too late, allowing him to see Alita's festered legs. His legs were covered in mottled black wounds.

"You abused her?" Lancer roared, and the hand holding the quilt trembled again.

"What? No!" The nurse was taken aback by Lancer's killing intent, and hurriedly explained, "This is the injury caused by drugs. The wound will gradually fester. We have no way to heal it. We can only use painkillers and sedatives." agent."

The conversation woke Alita up, she snorted a few times, rubbed her head on the pillow, opened her eyes, looked at him with cloudy eyeballs, and said with difficulty: "Who are you?"

she doesn't remember me...

Lanser's knee softened, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, trying to grab her hand, but all he got was a bandage: "I came to see you and your brother Traver."

Alita's eyes widened and she screamed, "The devil—the devil—!"

She waved her hands tied into two balls indiscriminately, and finally pressed her eyes hard. The nurse rang the bell and called for someone to control the situation.

He can go, leave now.Lancer thought.

All he wanted to do was scream.

He had mistakenly fallen in love with someone as a teenager, and that was fine, as long as he walked away now, like the thousands of visitors who came here to visit the sick, and left in time to stop the loss.

Such Alita turned his best memory into a horror movie, so where is there anything to miss?

They ruined her.

More nurses came, and while controlling the patient, they forced Lancer out of the ward.

"How much time does she have?" Lancer grabbed the door frame and refused to leave immediately, looking at the situation in the room and asked.

"This may be the last time you see each other."

"I have a question," he asked with a stiff bitterness when he left, "are all the nurses here so blunt and rude in notifying their patients?"

The nurse looked at him in astonishment: "This is not a medical condition." She said, "We are not informing the family members of a terminally ill patient, it is not leukemia, it is not terminal cancer, if it is, of course we will consider it euphemistically, but in this case—— "

She glanced behind the door with a hint: "How can it be compared with a terminal illness? The tragedy of drug addiction does not come from the diagnosis, but it should happen."

"It's time to happen, right?" Lancer nodded and stepped back, a shadow fell on his face, "Just, take care of her."

"We can't take care of her well." The nurse shook her head.

"You know what?" the strange visitor said to her, taking off his glasses, "we really won't see each other again."

He put the glasses and a ball of paper on the table and walked out.

When the nurse threw these things away, he unfolded the ball of paper. There was a string of numbers written in the center of the note, and the name "Leon" was written in the blank space around it densely and layer upon layer.

"Strange person." The nurse muttered.

Meanwhile, the strange man staggered onto the road.

The scream still echoed in his mind, like a knife repeatedly cutting his brain.

He still has accounts to settle.

However, there is still a long way to go to reach the place where he wants to settle accounts.

Traver never intervened in the negotiation of State A again this time, and Binny had to think about the good result, that is, the audio sent by Leon to Duman successfully created a gap between the father and son, and Traver was busy To calm his father's suspicions, he can't take care of Tex's business.

He was a little absent-minded in the negotiation, and during the second break, Allen said to him: "You know, if what the man named Lowe said is true, it doesn't matter whether this negotiation is discussed or not."

State A is almost already Leon's territory. Once they can get Tex's criminal evidence, Tex's power will definitely fall apart here.

"Just in case." Binney understood his hint and said, "If Roy changes his mind, we can at least give Leon a retreat."

"I just see that you are worried." Allen shrugged.

He didn't know the content of Ke Luo's call, thinking that Binny was just worried about B state.

Binny looked at his phone, but Leon didn't contact him.Called in the past, the phone is also busy.

It made him more restless.

At this time, Leon was talking to Traver.

"Lusha was kidnapped by Duman, at a time like this?" Leon's words startled Xueren and the others, they gathered around and looked at him seriously, including the little boy who didn't understand anything, and was infected by the atmosphere.

"How can I believe you?" Leon narrowed his eyes.

"Isn't it because you sent the audio to my father?" Traver said resentfully, "You really...you don't play games like this! I have imagined countless possibilities, and I never thought that you would directly provoke my father. what do you think?!"

"Maybe because he is not my father, I don't bother to think about the damage to your family relationship." Leon said dryly.

He thought about the reason for Traver's call. Even if Lusa was kidnapped, it was only a matter between father and son, and Duman didn't know Lusa's true identity.

He quickly thought of what the other party wanted—the help of a team that had only a deep hatred for Duman.

"You really want to..." Leon suddenly understood, "I'm not wrong, you really want to borrow the power of urban legends."

"Leon," Traver interrupted him, "Father really doesn't know Lusha's true identity, but Edson does."

He hangs up.

"That's it," Leon said, looking at them worriedly.

"Let's go rescue her." Blood Blade said, for some reason Leon saw expectation in his eyes.

"We—what?"

The four men in the bar drew their weapons and looked at him eagerly.

For some reason, Leon remembered the wolfhounds raised in the army, they were strong and well-behaved, and they could only act with orders.

Maybe he really likes this.Leon thought.

"What are you going to do?" He asked uncertainly, "Are you planning to storm into Duman's house, kill Duman, and rescue Lusha?"

"That's right, we are going to rush into Duman's house, kill Duman, and rescue the squad leader." The werewolf replied excitedly, "It's too depressing, I can't wait to make a big fuss."

These lunatics.

"We've been waiting for Lusha and Traver to fall out." The butcher laughed and said, "It's the same with Duman."

"But you will violate the law by doing so." Leon blurted out the words to stop him.

The others looked at him with surprised eyes, which were replaced by understanding eyes.

"You really always see us as 'ordinary people', just like Lusha," Xueren said helplessly, "but don't forget, we are a mercenary team, we only obey the captain, deal with criminals and drug dealers, Each of us bears the lives of at least a dozen drug dealers. Do you think the law still has meaning for us?"

such……

Leon stared at him blankly.

They were originally a group of wanted criminals.

"What do you want us to do? Do you want to call the police?" Blood Blade shrugged, "Once they figure out our identities, they will immediately pull out Gatling to give us all a physical supernatural power."

The drug traffickers became rich, noble, served and respected.

The anti-narcotics are at the bottom, they are wanted criminals, and they are living a precarious life.

Before Leon could react, Blood Blade had already wrapped his arms around his neck and dragged him out forcibly.

"Want to come with us?" After destroying Leon's worldview, he said overly happily.

"The kid?"

"He can stay in the bar and nobody will do anything to him."

Being stuffed into the car, Leon felt like he himself had been kidnapped.

The RV drove to the next intersection and stopped.

"You can get out of the car." Blood Blade said.

Leon was taken aback: "I thought you wanted me to go with you."

"Are you kidding me?" Blood Blade looked at him in surprise, "You're not running anymore?"

"You take me into the car..." Leon explained.

Xue Ren replied: "If I don't take you into the car, do you want to walk back?"

Yes, for the campaign.

No one would elect someone with a criminal record as a representative.

Leon didn't move.

"Please, don't you think you want to go with us?" Blood Blade yelled.

"I'm going with you," Leon said.

"Then what about the campaign?" Xueren frowned.

"Otherwise, what about Lusha?" Leon asked him back.

"..." Xueren was silent for a moment, folded his arms, and said seriously, "Be honest, Leon, have you taken a fancy to our team leader?"

Leon spat.

Hearing this sentence, everyone else turned their heads, even the meat grinder in the car was no exception.

"I'm not, I don't." Leon quickly waved his hands and shook his head.

"It seems to be true." Blood Blade nodded in satisfaction, "An explanation is a cover-up."

Leon said weakly: "I think you have misunderstood this sentence..."

In order to divert everyone's attention, he looked at his phone: "Wait, I have a missed call."

"He's changing the subject, it's true!" the Butcher yelled, pointing at him, and happily high-fiving Bloodblade.

Leon looked at the phone with a sad face:

A missed call with a three-second hangup.Called in before Traver said Lusa had been kidnapped.

After thinking for a while, Leon sent this number to James, and texted: Check it out for me.

A gun lay between him and the phone screen.

Leon was startled, raised his head, Blood Blade asked innocently: "Do you want to take two shots now to get used to it?"

Leon twitched the corner of his mouth: "I..."

"You'll need it sooner or later." Blood Blade couldn't help but stuff the gun into his hand.

"Last time, we lost the old captain to Duman." Seeing Leon took the gun, his expression instantly became stern, "It's time to avenge the shame!"

At this time, Lusha herself was tied up in the "kidnappers" base camp, with her hands cut behind her back, sitting on the floor of a very classy living room.

The house was well decorated, and it could be seen that Edson was used to living in it, and he didn't even think about changing it to cover it up.

"Meet you again." Edson sat on the sofa and looked at her, with the same crazy smile on his face, "I didn't expect that we met twice, and each time your identity is different, is it the captain? Traver's underground lover?"

The bodyguards in the distance were not panting, and all their dull eyes were fixed on Lusha.

Lusha pursed her lips, because she didn't know what her fate would be, she opened her eyes wide and looked at him in horror.

Is she dying?

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Edson once again reflected the nature of his words, "I thought I surprised you."

Lusha cleared her throat and made a sound: "I just want to know when Duman will show up. His purpose shouldn't be just 'bring me', right?"

Edson looked at her and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment: "Ah, I understand, you thought it was Duman."

He smiled and shook his head: "Although this is indeed my purpose."

"I don't understand," said Lusa.

"I told those people before about the influence of family on life. Well, they don't like to hear it. I hinted at the clues, but they didn't hear it." Edson did it himself, and lifted the small kettle full of water from the table. on the electric stove.

"I heard that Morton later helped workers fight for wages in state A." He crossed his palms and looked down at her. "It's a good job. State A is much better than state B. At least state A is still an industrial city. Look at it." State B, nothing but drugs."

"The drugs in State B were brought by Duman." Lusha resisted the trembling of her body and retorted, "You killed so many people."

"Killed? That's right, last time I was having a good chat with them, I was interrupted by a shot of tranquilizer, that bastard!" Edson rubbed his hands and shook the coffee powder into the cup, "Today, we You can continue talking."

Facing the water glass, he seemed to be lost in memories, and his tone remained the usual crazy: "When I was young, I lived downstairs, and a woman lived upstairs. I laughed with men and brought them home to make money. I Standing there looking at her, know what I'm thinking?"

Lusha swallowed her saliva, thinking about whether the other party mentioned this incident to show that he had "misogyny", which would make her situation even worse.

"You feel depraved?" she asked timidly.

"I'm envious," Edson replied.

"State B is a geographically disadvantaged city. It is close to states A and C. These two cities have developed very well—or, for those in power, they have developed well enough—so B state is gradually being Forget, industry is not good, and agriculture is generalized, until Duman appeared, he brought drugs and high profits, and the people of B state got rid of the hat of economic poverty on their heads.

"I still remember the year when a crop salesman was distributing poppy seeds from house to house, handing out his own business card, talking to everyone, promising a high commission, some people believed it, and sprinkled them in the fields , this person is Duman." Edson said, laughing, "You didn't expect Duman to start from nothing, did you?

"Duman was still young at that time. After his parents died, all the property was divided up by relatives, and nothing was left to him. So he left his hometown and planned to make a living elsewhere. A few years later, he brought Cultivate the seeds of evil and become a salesman.

"In the beginning, no one believed him, so he planted it himself, and when people saw him, he was either toiling 'farm' in the fields, because even poppies can't grow without bothering, or he was selling seeds In the second year, he sold this kind of seed processing at a high price, and used the money to advertise on TV. People in the underworld were eyeing his business and wanted to get a piece of the pie. He didn't allow it, and held a knife with his bare hands. Wrestling with each other, they tied him in the warehouse, poured oil and set fire to him, he escaped without dying.

"Since then, his behavior has become more cautious. In the third year, more and more people joined in, and he made more and more money, but other drug dealers were also making money. He was very annoyed and hoped to find someone to join him. Cooperate and monopolize the market.

"In the fourth year, he found me in prison. At that time, I was still innocent. I went to prison because of the unwritten rules at the bottom of state B: when a child reaches the age of 12, parents don't consider how to send him to school. But how to send him to prison. Do you know why?

Lusa shook her head.

"Because it's easier to learn life-making skills when you're in prison." Edson scratched his cheek, the kettle beeped, he turned off the power, picked up the kettle, poured water into a cup, and complained, "The first time I drank Cups of 'coffee' are similar in color to brush pot water.

"I hate poverty, it can make saints abandon their faith, it can make people lose their principles, it can give the devil a reason to run rampant in the world, it gnaws at my bone marrow like a worm, every night I think that this kind of poverty will last for a lifetime , I said to myself, there is an old saying, 'If you can't live forever, you will have a bad taste'!"

He blew on the scalding hot coffee in the cup, then put the cup aside and cleared his throat:

"I helped Duman improve the drug formula, and the requirement was that he could only export it and not sell it domestically. At first he agreed, but later he backed out. Stupid! Ruthless idiot! We can completely cultivate the neighboring country into the largest drug-consuming country .Rabbits know not to eat grass beside their nests!"

More swear words poured out of Edson's mouth, and he slammed the table angrily: "Duman is crazy, he is attracted by high profits, forgetting the original intention, the important condition for me to cooperate with him at the beginning is that I want State B got rid of poverty. But look at what he is doing? He took drugs until he died, and he said Nima’s poverty alleviation?!"

Lusa was dumbfounded.

"So, I want to regain control." Edson continued, "The first thing I will do when I take office is to stipulate that in the future, drugs in state B are only allowed to be exported, and domestic sales are not allowed. State B can become rich, as long as certain People like Duman don't come out and get in the way!"

"They still called Leon a lunatic..." Lusha murmured.

"Speaking of which, Leon helped me a lot," Edson nodded solemnly to her.

At this moment, Lusha's heart tightened, and she really thought that Leon had made some kind of deal with him, but Edson continued to explain:

"He managed to prevent the passage of the drug health injection law, he stood between Traver and Doman to distract them, and he used the audio to successfully create a gap between them." Edson praised, " He has done so well, I think we can be allies, I have no interest in Zhengzhi, but I am willing to fund him and let all drug dealers in B state vote for him."

Lusa had never seen Leon do anything violent on his own initiative, but she was sure: if, as Edson said, Leon would probably choose to kill them all rather than get help from all the drug dealers in the campaign.

Lusa could almost see Leon frowning and smoking.

Either way, they didn't cooperate.

Lusa breathed a sigh of relief.

This paragraph of praise sounds more like "Leon devoted himself to dealing with BOSS Duman, but he still hasn't found out that there is another person behind the scenes." Generally speaking, it is very tragic.

But no more tragic than the "working with Edson" thing.

The basis for Edson's behavior is the most brutal "the way to eliminate poverty in the country is to transfer internal economic pressure to external countries". How can there be any normal brain circuits.

"Aren't you afraid of calls from neighboring countries?" She couldn't help asking.

"I have a solution," Edson said calmly, "half of the money from drug trafficking is used to develop force, and the other half is used to bribe legitimate customers from other countries. We should cooperate internally and externally, and we will be safe."

"What the hell? The inside should cooperate with the outside, that's called collusion between the inside and the outside!"

"Whatever you say." Edson shrugged nonchalantly.

After taking a breath, Lusha said excitedly: "What's more, if you do this, you just drink doves to quench your thirst. The deeper you sink, the state B will never be able to return to normal economic conditions. Half of your drug trafficking money is used for arming, and half is used to Engaging in bribery, what about the people of state B? They still get nothing. Or do you actually want to use GDP to judge whether state B is out of poverty?"

That's even more funny, the effect is similar to "her property and Bruce Wayne's property combined average hundreds of billions".

"After ten years of development and balance in all aspects, their share will never be less," Edson said, "I just help them with macro-control."

"People like you should be sentenced to death!"

"We don't have the death penalty." Edson smiled and reminded her, "In the last Legislative Assembly, 97 people voted to abolish the death penalty."

"Since you are unscrupulous, why are you looking for us?"

Edson's face turned cold, and he replied, "I want to betray Duman. If I don't succeed, I will die. So I hope to find someone to cooperate."

He took a sip of his coffee and said, "The first thing Duman did after he became rich was to gather all his relatives, tie them up in the warehouse with the hooligans who wanted to burn him, and pour two barrels of oil on them. , set a fire." He grinned unconsciously, "It turns out that Duman can be regarded as the chosen one, after all, not everyone has the good luck of escaping from the fire."

"Miss Lusha, I don't want to gamble with Duman on whether I will be burned to death, so I am here to solemnly request cooperation from you and your team. It would be even better if you could ask Morton .”

"You're crazy." Lusha looked at him blankly.

"I'm just saving my hometown." Edson corrected her with bright eyes.

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