I ran for president with scumbag money

Binny's body was heavy in Roy's arms, stiff and motionless.

Roy's eyes were bloodshot and his ears were ringing.

When the urgency to survive and the anger of being deceived subsided, a feeling of disbelief flooded his heart:

He actually shot Binny Erwin?

Is Binny dead?He wondered confusedly, was the sniper sent by him?Or is it a third party waiting for the snipe and clam to fight for the fisherman's benefit?

Roy seemed to be back in that mine, that dirty and dark place, that place that made him die and brought him back to life. At that time, it was Binny who led him to escape, and he listened to the command like a burden , but what I got was the answer I least expected.

In order to avoid this answer, he escaped for so many years.

Now, the fate crisis of the two people is tied together again, Roy has two choices:

Threat Charles with Binny, then kill them both.

or……

Confused, his reaction naturally slowed down.

The sniper stopped, worried about the hostage he was holding.

Roy felt his arm being grabbed, and he found himself lying on the ground, Binny's right knee pressed against his chest, making him unable to move.

"Bulletproof vest?" Roy asked flippantly.

"Bulletproof vest." Binny gave him an affirmative answer.

"Looking at your brother still wearing a bulletproof vest?" Roy raised the corner of his mouth, "You have failed my trust."

Even though he was the one who shot first, he was still able to bite back confidently.

"You've failed me, too," said Binny calmly.

Roy let go with only a struggle.

He was silent for a moment, and finally smiled wryly: "The first time I failed to kill you, I can't kill you a second time, but you, what do you want to do with me? If you don't kill me, it's like letting the tiger go back to the mountain."

Binny didn't answer.

This kind of unanswered question makes Roy feel uneasy.

"What kind of person is Gesun?" He asked in a low voice, "You are so confident that you can trust him? When I was here, Leon, I, Edson, we three-leggedly pulled the central government. I died , how do you know that Gesun will not team up with Edson to betray you?"

Binny didn't speak.

He was still immersed in the trance of being shot just now.

Unlike Lowy, he didn't recall the days when he and the other party were in the mine. At that time, he was still blind and naive, and he didn't know anything about life, the life that should really be changed.

For him, the president's goal is just a way to promote the law firm, and it doesn't matter who the person who walked in that day was not Leon.

But now, it was Leon.

He wanted to fight for the same goal with Leon again, but he betrayed Leon at the most critical moment. If he really died today, would he be glad to send Leon away, or would he regret that the other party was not by his side?

He thought he knew the answer.

Because he saw hallucinations, Leon stood in front of him in a suit and leather shoes and stared at him, smiling helplessly: "What's going on? Mr. Erwin."

As far as Binny could remember, the campaign had been horrific, but he had never been this scared.

It turned out that he was not so selfless and open-minded at all.

For the first time, he judged that he overestimated his character.

Binny blinked. In Roy's upside-down blurred vision, his eyes were like two lakes.

"Oh," Roy said softly, "It seems that we didn't get what we wanted. Even if Geshen really becomes the president, you don't care anymore."

"Get rid of you, and I'll go find him." Binny said, his hands were steady, but his voice was shaking, "and then all of this has nothing to do with us."

"Really?" Roy said softly with doubts, "You think so, does Leon think so too? I'm just an outsider, I've never joined your team, I just get along with you for a few days, I can feel the determination emanating from his body, does he have enmity with this world or something? Is that a deeper enmity than my whole family being buried alive and not even the body can be found?"

Charles' arrival ends the conversation between them.

"Binney, are you okay?" Charles asked eagerly, looking at the scene in front of him helplessly, and then chose the thing he was best at.

"Uh, I'm going to drive?" he asked.

Binny unloaded Roy's gun, and Charles picked it up hastily.

"Okay, go drive," Binny said.

The sniper in the dark didn't move anymore, Binny cut Roy's hands backwards, and Charles searched Roy's body, but found no other weapons.

They put Roy in the car, and Charles got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The smell of blood permeated the whole room. Lusha frowned, and tiptoed to jump over the puddles of blood on the ground, like a little girl wearing rubber shoes jumping over small puddles after the rain.

She opened the window, and the sea breeze blew away the disgusting smell.

Hines was covered in blood, his hands and feet were still tied to the chair, and he fell to the ground with the chair, his body bowed like a shrimp, his eyes turned white, and blood foamed from his mouth.

The scattered wounds were glued together with the fabric of his torn clothes, but the blood in his mouth and nose obviously couldn't create a room filled with horror. The blood on the ground was caused by broken ribs directly piercing the internal organs, causing massive bleeding.

Lusha rubbed her nose uncomfortably, and couldn't help but think that Leon or Binny would definitely not be able to arrange such a brutal style.

They are too elegant, with politeness and morality, even if they break the bottom line of their own morality, it does not seem to have such a strong visual impact.

Therefore, it is more enjoyable for a reckless person like her to do it.

She took out her mobile phone, and for a moment, she even wanted to record the tragic situation of Hines, so that when she met Leon in the future, she would take it out and show him, wondering what kind of expression he would show on his face.

frown?Nausea?wry smile?shake your head?Or blame her?

Hines breathed like a broken bellows pulling me, and he couldn't even move his eyelids.

Lusha lifted his eyelids and asked, "Did he say it?"

She got an affirmative answer.

Lusha let go of her hand and wiped the blood on her pants casually: "I really thought he would rather take his property to the grave than let us get any benefit."

She pointed the gun at Hines, and said to herself: "I really want Leon to see it. He missed so many good shows."

There was a clicking sound when the gun was pulled, and Lusha found that she couldn't press it down with her fingers.

What?Stuck?she thought suspiciously.

Ironically, the other guns were useless against Hines.

"It seems that Feitian Ramen doesn't want you to go away comfortably."

Lusha made a joke, but her heart was not so easy.

The men brought a crowbar, which is used by the workers here for maintenance: "Boss, do you want to try this?"

Lusha thought about the scene of the crash, took a step back, and said coldly, "Come on."

The crowbar shook in his hand, the man grinned and said, "I have very strong hands."

After speaking, he aimed at Hines' head and swung the crowbar down with all his strength.

Lusa heard a "whoosh", and the crowbar hit Hines on the head with the sound of wind.

Under everyone's amazed eyes, the crowbar broke in two.

"What the hell." Lusha couldn't help but mutter to herself.

She took out an empty cigarette case from her pocket and rubbed it in her hands: "Hynes, are you... the true god of some sect they promoted before?"

"Election is an activity conducted by candidates in accordance with the law to win the support of voters.

"Usually refers to the activities of seeking votes among candidates for the purpose of election before voting for parliamentarians or presidents in capitalist countries.

“Candidates organize campaign teams, raise campaign funds, draw up campaign platforms, use newspapers, advertisements, television, radio, and speeches in campaign areas to make promises to gain voters’ trust and votes…”

Leon silently read the lines on the webpage, then turned to look at the TV.

On television, a candidate spouts his ideas, promises, and bashes his opponents.

But behind him, there are countless invisible interest entanglements hidden. The media reported extensively to expose "his true face", but they still couldn't stop the people's trust in him.

Even if he is LTP, mercenary, over-savvy, egoist, KB, extremist...or whatever is more unbearable, but when he gets elected, people put him Hope, hope he can lead them to a better future.

Make the country better, or at least not so bad.

An individual who becomes president may use his position to benefit himself, or he may actually try to make everyone better.

Obviously, based on the candidate's performance and the family behind him, he would not choose the latter.

Leon wondered if he would feel as sorry for this as he did now.

In a certain world, nearly a million people in a state (if he remembers the number in the dream correctly) voted for him just because they believed in his promises and speeches.

Now he is sitting here skipping class and surfing the Internet, wondering if there is something wrong with his spirit.

"Even if I did something wrong, why didn't you give me any hints?"

Anger and depression surged in his heart, as if a scumbag encountered an extremely difficult math problem in the college entrance examination, and had no other solution except to cry.

Too depressed, he walked along the road, and before he knew it, he stopped in front of a building.

This is a building "isolated" by the surrounding buildings due to planning mistakes during development.

He looked up, and the top of the building seemed to be connected to the sky.

He walked into the elevator, and the higher he went, the fewer people were in the elevator.

In the end, there was only one left, and the elevator was still climbing up, and finally stopped on the roof.

Leon came out, stood on the edge of the roof, lowered his head, the real traffic was more like a connected, colorful ribbon.

He sighed, sitting on the roof shaking his feet:

"You have no idea what I'm like. You gave me a nice dream and took it away. Think I'm not going to do anything about it?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Sky_fengBiuBiu1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Sky_fengBiuBiu; 27 bottles of Pilgrim; 20 bottles of Yan Heyu; 9 bottles of Bicorn;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!