I ran for president with scumbag money

Oscar threw Binny to the side of the road, and sent Lusha to the hospital without hesitation.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the street, coating the buildings with a layer of warm light, and some places where the light was concentrated were a little harsh.

Binny was standing on the side of the road in trouble. It was impossible for him to chase Leon's super tank on foot, let alone take a taxi. He smiled at the private bicycle locked on the side of the road, and gave up the idea of ​​"expropriation" in his mind. .

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up even if I'm exhausted from riding.

Their means of transportation are usually adequate.

The law firm has a car, Charles's, but he doesn't mind Binny driving it as long as Binny pays for the gas and don't forget to fill it up for him on weekends because he's going fishing.

Later, Oscar arrives, bringing another car, and doesn't mind Leon using it either.

Oscar left, Allen came, and took Binny around to negotiate in his own car.

In this small team, the private use of cars has since disappeared, and "your car is my car, and my fuel card is your fuel card" has become a new rule.

But now, Binny realized they had to act separately.Time to add new vehicles.

And it is urgently needed.

Next to it was a 4S store, but Binny gave it up without regret, and went to another car dealership that looked more historical and didn’t even have a signboard, which meant that there were more second-hand goods.

As soon as he entered the door, the middle-aged boss with a big beard was smiling at the TV hanging on the wall, laughing relished, and once lamented that "the world is going down, morality is degrading", and there is a girl dressed in a non-mainstream sitting in a On the big box, holding a melting torch ice cream, he smiled listlessly on the floor in a daze.

The news broadcast on the TV was exactly: "Today at 58:[-] pm, a huge alien-shaped vehicle rushed out of the Duman family's residence and headed straight for the highway with an ominous purpose. The Duman family is from this state... Behaving suspiciously ... Our reporter will continue to follow up and report for you."

Binny couldn't bear to listen carefully and coughed lightly.

"Yo, boy, what kind of car do you want to repair?" The boss noticed him now, and carelessly dropped the repair tool in his hand, but it had no practical use.

"No, I want to buy a car." Binny rubbed his nose, the smell of oil in the air made him want to sneeze.

The girl smiled at him, her eyes full of doubts.

"Come to me to buy a car?" The boss swept his suit with deep doubts in his eyes.

"I'm broke." Binny decided to explain the most complicated issue in the shortest possible terms.

"Oh, bankruptcy." The boss couldn't help sighing, and said sympathetically, "I see. Bad luck."

He stood up, revealing his overalls with black oil stains, walked to a door, and opened it with a key: "What kind of car do you want to buy?"

"The one that can catch up to that one." Binney pointed to the super tank on TV and said seriously.

The girl laughed out loud.

"Go next door and buy a Bugatti Veyron." The boss glared at the girl and said angrily.

"It was you who asked..."

"Tell you a rule, kid. In the high-end car dealership, what you want to buy is what they offer. In the old Morgan's second-hand car dealership, what we have is what you can buy." The boss slammed the door open.

Binny walked up to him, his eyes were like coders, and he smiled. What was parked there was not a second-hand car, but a series of numbers.

"This one, 11, this one, [-], this one, [-]..."

"Sorry," Binny had to interrupt him, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Stop introducing cars to me, thank you, is there any other means of transportation? Cheaper ones?"

"bike?"

"A little more effort?"

"Battery car?"

"Faster?"

The boss smiled at him, took out a pair of old roller skates from the corner, and asked angrily, "Why don't you buy these?"

Binny was silent.

"What's your budget?" the girl asked with a smile.

"..." Binny took out his credit card and said calmly, "You have to laugh at how much it can be overdrawn."

The girl giggled again, licked the ice cream, jumped off the box, and said, "Dad, sell him that."

"Which one?" the boss asked angrily.

"Don't pretend to be stupid!" she shouted, walking over carelessly.

Her voice softened when she spoke to Binny: "My dead ex-boyfriend's second-hand motorcycle, do you mind?"

"As long as he didn't leave blood or brains in the car, I guess it's fine," Binny said.

The girl laughed again, and said coquettishly, "Actually, you know he's not really dead, right?"

"Of course." Binny replied.Otherwise he would have said "sorry".

She walked to the corner of the parking lot and pulled away a large plastic sheet with one hand. A cloud of dust rose and landed on her ice cream. She was used to it and hurriedly threw the plastic sheet away.

Binny held his breath:

It was a Harley motorcycle.

The all-black body is covered with red patterns, silver handles, and smooth lines. As a second-hand car, it will inevitably have some scratches, but in other respects, it looks impeccable.

"You must be kidding me," he murmured.

"Anyway, I don't want to keep it." The girl said, "I might as well give it to someone who is pleasing to the eye."

"Will its owner want it back?" Binny couldn't help asking.

"No," the girl said disapprovingly, "he already sold it to us with a proof of use. Besides, it was actually modified by me, if you must know."

She patted the back seat of the motorcycle: "There are also customized double seats, look."

The boss was still introducing its speed, cylinders and power, but Binny was already staring at the motorcycle while handing the card to him: "Shut up, and then swipe my money away."

"Don't worry, handsome guy," the girl said with a smile, "we still have helmets, motorcycle jackets, leather boots, huh? Surely you're not crazy enough to ride a motorcycle in a suit and leather shoes? It needs to be complete. Fortunately, we have kept everything here..."

The boss sneered and snorted loudly.

The girl shrugged, took a bite of the ice cream, and muttered, "Maybe my dad sent him so badly that he didn't have time to take it away."

Binny asked without thinking, "Can I trade this blazer?"

After a short time of haggling, he took off his suit jacket and shirt, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles. The girl stayed where she was and refused to leave. The boss hissed her, and she lamented loudly, holding up only the cone ice cream leaves the parking lot.The boss followed closely behind her and closed the door behind her.

"Girls nowadays don't know what reserve is." The old-fashioned middle-aged man said offended.

Then, Binny took off his pants and shoes, handed them to the boss along with his tie and belt, and he was literally "stripped down to his underwear and socks" by the two profiteers.

Fortunately, he was still able to put on the brown motorcycle jacket with the silver zipper, which was the right width at the shoulders. He also put on the jeans and boots, the boots were good, and the jeans were a little tight.

He pushed the motorcycle out of the store, and the girl followed him bouncing around. After going out, he put on a black helmet and gloves.

"Good luck with whatever you're up to," she said, waving the cone, ignoring the cream dripping onto her hands.

Binny nodded to her, then started the motorcycle, pressed the button on the handle, and rushed out like an arrow.

Now, Leon thought, there was only one question left for them:

Why did people and cars disappear together in full view?

This crazy modified chariot clears the field as soon as it hits the highway. The effect is comparable to that of a heavy tank. The railing of the toll booth was knocked away by them, and the large and small cars along the way disappeared. The helicopter was still hanging in the air and persistently chasing them , followed by a long line of police cars, like a group of ducklings led by a big dinosaur.

Others were still excited, and of course they were, because they weren't the kind of candidates who were sure to cause a national sensation, be turned into buffoons, and be immediately disqualified if they were photographed.

He needs help.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, and at the same time, the phone's ringtone seemed to ring in unison with him.

The caller ID was "Erwin".

Leon couldn't care less, picked up the phone and said mournfully, "Help..."

"Are you having fun?" Binny's voice sounded teasing.

"In case of being caught, Dong should tell the reporter that Dong is also a victim of kidnapping by them, and Dong is innocent."

The others looked sideways and hissed one after another. Leon stared back at them one by one, emphasizing: "Dong is very innocent, pure as a lamb on the altar. So far, Dong is just 'bleating'."

"Yeah, and as soon as Traver opened his mouth, your lie was unfounded."

"What can you do?" Leon smiled melancholy at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car, his life was always so magical and realistic.

"Jump."

"Huh?" Leon couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding me? Oh, bitter trick."

If he had been seriously injured, the "kidnapped" argument would have become very plausible.

"It's not a bad idea," Binny said, "I'm chasing along the side of the highway. Take advantage of the dark, slow down the car, and jump out of the car."

Leon smiled out of the car window, the car was illuminated by the beam of light from the helicopter, and there were street lights on both sides of the highway.

Other than that, he couldn't see anything.

"Leon?"

"I believe you." Leon gritted his teeth and replied.

He explained the situation to Blood Blade:

The adventure is over, he's going back to run, there's a lot of work to do in state A and state B, and poll satisfaction needs to be concerned, so slow down the chariot, he's going to jump out of the car.

Blood Blade smiled at him dumbfoundedly.

"Lusha is already in the hospital." Leon said to him, "You can deal with Traver as you like, and you can tie him back to be Mrs. Yazhai."

"But Lanser called Traver just now and asked him to exchange Duman." Blood Blade said, "You know, what should we do about this matter?"

"Do we still care about Duman's life?" Leon asked back.

Blood Blade thought: That's right, the call was made to Traver. It sounds like Traver can't go, and Lancer will tear up Duman.

It's just tearing up Duman, and there is no loss to them.

If you want to blame, you have to blame Traver himself for his endless life and cheating.

"Okay, if you jump off the car, just jump off the car." Xueren nodded.

It wasn't the craziest request Leon had ever made anyway, so they complied.

The reporters shouted in surprise with their microphones in midair: "The speed of the car has obviously slowed down. What are the people in the car trying to do?"

The chariot was driving close to the side of the road, and there was a landslide next to it. They held up their guns and shot at the chasing vehicle. In the chaos, Leon put on his hood and opened a crack in the door.

When he did jump out, he rolled on his side right away and hit the ground, and he couldn't expect no one to notice, he just needed Benny to get there before anyone caught him.

There was the sound of rumbling engines in the distance, and a motorcycle stopped beside him with inertia.

"Want a ride?" the rider smiled at him through his helmet.

"Handsome! Where did you get it?" Leon shouted.

Binny threw another helmet and another motorcycle jacket into his hands, and Leon hurriedly put them on. Fortunately, the motorcycle jacket was so roomy that he didn't have to take off his original clothes.

Leon raised his legs and stepped onto the back seat, stepping on the stand.

Binny pressed the button, and the sound of the engine sounded like a warning. Even so, when the motorcycle jumped out suddenly, Leon almost jumped up, and he had to try his best to stick his body on Binny's back.

He had never been on the back seat of a motorcycle before, so he realized that this was not an easy task. In order not to be thrown off, he had to choose to put his hands on Binny's shoulders or wrap his arms around his waist.

Before Leon could choose, Binny had already freed up one hand and reached back, pinched his cuff, and put his hand on his waist.

The road quickly retreated, Leon's face was burning, and the strong wind got into the helmet to cool his face.

Cold, tired, and at ease.

He raised his head again, reluctantly smiled backwards, the tall super chariot had already picked up speed, made a sound like a huge wave again, and rolled forward.

Binny was driving at the fastest speed, the safety manual had been thrown into the trash can of memory, and Leon's hands were loosely wrapped around his waist from the beginning, but had to be tightly hugged at the end.

He drove Leon to the urban area, and returned to the world in a rush of traffic.

The motorcycle parked next to the nearest restaurant.

It was only then that Leon realized that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, but he didn't know it.

The two got out of the car, parked the car, took off their helmets, and rushed into the warm restaurant at the same time.After entering the door, Leon grinned unconsciously, his blue eyes were full of light.

The restaurant has special service. A dark-skinned girl is sitting on the stage playing the guitar and singing songs in a language she doesn't understand. The waiters are all dressed up in classic movie stars.

The two of them sat face to face in an elegant seat in a corner, and before they could catch their breath, they began to grab the menu.

I chose the fastest tomato bolognese pasta and soup, and served them hot together. The chopped tomatoes and large pieces of minced meat were wrapped together in a thick layer. Leon used a fork to eat three I mixed it all over the place, and I was busy stuffing it into my mouth as soon as I mixed it.

Binny smiled more politely than him, but his actions were not slow at all. Before Leon finished eating the noodles, he was already drinking the soup. clean.

The two of them didn't want to treat each other badly at all. After solving their hunger, they ordered pies and milkshakes. This time they ate much more slowly.

"Before moving for 5 minutes, I still feel like I can swallow a bear." Leon said while biting the straw.

"Because you're too hungry."

"Do you want to criticize me?"

"Not today, I'm so scared by you that I can't think of words."

Leon laughed, and waved his hand in front of Binny: "Hello, smile, do you look scared?"

Binny wanted to sulk, but didn't, and laughed.

"Come on, he's a bad boy like Dong." Leon said in a tone of "keep pretending, Dong laughs".

"How does it feel to ride a modified car?"

"How does it feel to ride a motorcycle?"

The two asked in unison.

"You can ride, too," Binny said, "and the team rule is, 'My car is your car.'"

He carefully told Leon how he got the motorcycle and the whole body equipment. With his calm tone, he was able to achieve the effect of poking jokes. When he mentioned the part of undressing, Leon was already laughing. I can't stand up straight.

"That girl definitely fell in love with you." He wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "I bet you 50 yuan."

"It's a loser's game," said Binny solemnly.

Leon grabbed the tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth vigorously, then asked, "How was the negotiation?"

"It's not a big problem to move and laugh." When it comes to business, Binny replied seriously, "Tex's team can't do anything about us."

"Very good," Leon shook the milkshake, smiled at the dark-skinned singer through the transparent cup, a burst of laziness hit his heart, made him relax his vigilance, and unconsciously explained his little plan thoroughly , "I'm going to E state."