I ran for president with scumbag money

"Ran?!"

The moment he heard the news, Ke Luo, who was on the other side of the microphone, was almost in a state of rage. He yelled at the phone: "Do you know what Edson did? Do you know that he has a separate drug formula? Do you know that? With him, the drugs produced by Duman can reach a purity of 90.00% [-]? Last year their drug output was [-] tons! Tons!—You actually let him run away!?”

Corot's breath is full of sparks, making it impossible to doubt that if they were face to face, he would definitely shoot.

Binny didn't speak, waiting for his outburst to finish.

After the explosion, Ke Luo's voice actually calmed down, and he said, "Have you thought about how to make up for it?"

Binny took a deep breath and said seriously: "Mr. Kosa, this time it was our mistake, but it was definitely not our intention."

"Hmph, are you saying that my judgment is wrong? Did I overestimate you? Penny Elvin!"

"Mr. Morton will make sure that Duman cannot promote the legalization of drugs in state B, and we will also fully track down Traver, who is Duman's son."

"You really have confidence."

"I would like to remind you, Mr. Xhosa, the situation in State B is already chaotic enough, you still need us."

From the beginning to the end, Binny's voice was very stable, and Corot seemed to be infected too. At least, those terrifying panting sounds were restrained a lot.

"Are you sure? Are you sure Leon can intervene in State B's legislation?"

"he can."

Even if Leon himself was here, he probably wouldn't be more certain than Binny.

Koro fell silent.

He knew very well that even if Leon couldn't do it, Binny now insisted that the opponent was omnipotent, otherwise Leon would be exposed as worthless.

But he didn't know whether Binny was swearing at this moment to excuse Leon, or they really had some secret plan.

"...Okay," Ke Luo reluctantly said, "I will trust you again."

Ke Luo explained a lot more, and Binny answered them all and kept them in his mind. When he hung up the phone and returned to the car, Leon and the system had just finished talking (swearing at each other).

"What did Ke Luo say?" the werewolf asked impatiently.

"He asked us to have a good meal..."

"what?!"

The werewolf's expression fluctuated between horror and suspicion of "Are you going to execute us?"

"Then Leon and I went back to the prison, and you continued to track Duman." Binny continued.

The werewolf's expression relaxed, and he complained, "What good food can I eat in the wilderness?"

"Did you know that there is a dish where all the ingredients are cooked in a pot full of soup?" Lusha sat on a chair, stretched her legs, and wrapped a pillow in her arms, which made her look like a The obedient little girl said, "I want to eat that."

Binny and Leon looked at each other.

Binny said slowly, "When I came here just now, I saw a small supermarket over there."

"Let's go shopping together." Leon said, "Anyone else wants to go?"

"Or you can make a list," Binny continued.

At this time, other people can naturally see that these two people have something to talk about alone.

Lusha scratched her head, found a piece of paper, discussed with the werewolf for a while, wrote a list and handed it to Leon.

"I have no money." Leon touched his pocket with an innocent face.

"Really?" Lusha asked suspiciously, "Are you imprisoned without money or..."

I didn't even spend a penny (of my own) on the campaign.

Leon thought, but didn't say it.

Wolf Ting took out a stack of tattered banknotes from his pocket and handed them to them.

"Spend it all," he said nonchalantly, "Anyway, I have already saved the alimony for the divorce."

As soon as Leon got out of the car, he was blown to pieces by the oncoming wind and almost couldn't stand still.

Lusha was shattered by the bullet, and now there is only a big hole in the window. She stuck her head out and threw him a scarf: "I know you should need it."

"Thanks." Leon hurriedly grabbed the red-orange scarf that was almost blown away by the wind, wrapped half of his face with it, and walked towards the small supermarket with Binny.

After Leon and the others fled, Edson, who had been injured several times, walked towards Traver with his arms open and his face covered in blood.

"I'm back," he smiled excitedly, "are you happy, everyone?"

Traver looked ugly, turned around and left, Edson shrugged at Lancer and said, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's depressed," Lancer said sarcastically.

Depression is far from enough to describe Traver's mood at the moment.

He rescued Edson, and he passed part of his father's test, which was something worth celebrating.

But in his heart, he was still thinking about Lusha's words "I'm pregnant" and Leon hinting that he had a relationship with Hines.

For him, the most important thing at this moment is to verify, to verify the authenticity of these two statements.

"Take him away." He stared at the ground fire and motioned to his subordinates.

There is still a lot to do.

On this side, Leon and Binny found the supermarket.

The supermarket is small, but the shelves are well-stocked, and young cashiers (probably just on duty) sit lazily behind the checkout counter, playing mobile games.

Binny pushed away the shopping cart next to the cash register, and Leon searched for each item on the list. The ice cream and chocolates are all placed near the store door, so they can be ignored for now. The soup pot seasoning and quick-frozen food are inside.

Go inside and make sure the cashier can't hear what they're saying.

"I told Corot that you will prevent Duman from making legislation." Binny took a can of ketchup from the shelf, looked at the real date, and said.

"You really know me." Leon twitched the corner of his mouth and adjusted the scarf downward.

The glass doors of the supermarket are very windproof, and the interior is much warmer than the outside.

"Not confident?" Binny handed him the ketchup.

Leon smiled and asked, "When did we have confidence?"

Binny didn't speak, and Leon said again: "I need a survey."

"What?" Binny asked.

"About the influence of religion in state B." Leon hesitated, and said, "Do voters elect representatives based on their beliefs? If it is true, a representative who has joined the religion will know more support than other ordinary voters .”

"Are you going to teach?"

"I'm still thinking."

At this moment, Leon just had an idea.

Religion has always played a big role in elections, and the history of wars waged by religion, both inside and outside countries, shows that it's not just about faith.

However, religious controversies are also great, and if they are not careful, they may lead to many problems.

Binny firmly grasped the handle of the shopping cart, Leon took a look and decided to lean against the side of the shopping cart to save some effort.

He suddenly asked: "What is your family like?"

Binny took the butter and chili soup base from the shelf, glanced at him, and smiled: "Why? Want to log in?"

"Suddenly curious." Leon paused and explained awkwardly, "I have never experienced family."

"Besides," he said with a smile, "Didn't Luo Yi already log in?"

Binny showed a look of "hell, why does he remember this?" and turned his head a little embarrassed.

"Before, we spent Christmas together every year." He thought for a while and said, "Send gifts to each other, but I don't have to, because I'm the youngest, and I just need to wake up to receive gifts."

"Do you have brothers and sisters?"

"Yes," said Binny curtly. "A lot, kind of annoying. I haven't seen them in a long time. Since..."

He paused for a moment, remembering that rainy day, when he met Wen Er at Charles' house, it was when Leon was fighting for workers' votes, and it didn't seem long after calculation.

He picked up a large bag of marshmallows, put them in the shopping cart, filled the sudden silence with his movements, and then continued: "After I opened my own office."

"But you are far from the image of a 'little son spoiled by parents'." Leon said, taking the packaged vegetables from the shelf and throwing them into the shopping cart.

"I'm self-willed enough." Binny heard him tease himself, and said, "I was taught to follow the rules when I was a child, and to control everything that happened in my life first--I didn't think of this situation half a year ago."

"This situation? Good, bad?"

Leon had blue eyes, Binny thought, and when he was focused they glowed like fire in the dark depths of the sea.

He smiled: "OK."

He repeated: "It's a good situation."

"You're such a weirdo." Leon said, his tone full of puzzlement, he lowered his head and touched his right foot with his left foot, "I don't understand, oh... maybe you're just..."

"What is it?"

"Nothing." Leon shook his head.

They walked to the freezer, and Leon picked the frozen boxed beef inside, his face full of confusion.

"Is there something wrong?" Binny asked.

Leon peeked at him, with a little apology in his eyes: "We said before that alcohol will be banned during the campaign, right?"

"kindness."

"Since I haven't quit smoking either," Leon poked at the wine display area next to the freezer, tilted his head and looked at him, "Is it okay to bring a few bottles of wine home?"

Binny was silent.

"It's cold today." Leon justified.

"Even when Nixon ran for office, he never banned himself from drinking. It is said that he liked gin."

Binny wanted to say "You don't need to ask for my opinion", and also wanted to say "You shouldn't touch alcohol when you are injured", but then he changed all his minds and said with a straight face: "This is not an example."

But his serious look is definitely not fierce, because Leon showed a trick-knowledge expression on his face.

They swept through the supermarket, pushing heavy shopping carts to the checkout.

Leon came up with an idea and said it: "If the cashier recognizes me as a fugitive at this time, how should we escape? Do we leave things behind?"

"I don't know if I'll lose it or not," replied Binny, "but I'm sure if I can run faster than you."

"Oh, maybe he will take out his gun, whoever runs away will shoot first." Leon said unconvinced.

"Then I can only run back to help you block the bullet." Binny said regretfully, "if you insist."

The fact is that when checking out, the cashier didn't even bother to lift his head, he just settled everything mechanically, and said a number dryly. coin.

Leon pulled up the scarf to cover his face, and when he took the coins, he couldn't help but say to the cashier, "Are you playing coin guessing?"

"What?" The cashier showed a daze that he didn't hear clearly.

Leon flicked the coin up with his thumb, pressed his hands together and pressed it, and urged, "Guess, heads and tails?"

"On the other hand... I don't understand."

Leon raised his hand, it was the opposite.

"You guessed it," he said cheerfully, setting the bottle of soda he just bought on the table. "Bonus for you, good job, old man."

"I don't understand..." The cashier looked at Binny at a loss, as if asking him for an explanation.

"It looks boring to you," Leon shrugged, "Is it really so boring to go to work?"

The cashier still couldn't recover from his dull look: "Huh...?"

Binny carried two bags full of ingredients, and Leon walked out of the small supermarket with twelve bottles of wine.

The automatic door closed behind him, Leon took one last look at the cashier, and thought to himself: This episode probably means you are the only thing he can't figure out for several days.

Maybe a little mystery would make his shift a bit more interesting, and something to chat with the replacement.

They went back to the RV. Lusa stood in front of the RV and waited for a long time. She wrapped herself in an oversized men's coat and ran over as soon as she saw them, with an eager expression on her face like a puppy.

She took a few bottles of wine from Leon, held them in her arms, and ran to the car with a cry.

The table and chairs have been prepared in the RV, and the induction cooker is placed in the middle of the table. Binny put down two large bags, and an orange rolled out of it, and was picked up by the werewolf.

"You brought wine." He looked at Leon, to be precise, it was the bottle in Leon's hand, his eyes sparkled, "This damn cold wind can't kill me now."

Just now, when Leon and Binny went shopping, he was not idle. He found the fabric from the cabinet, cut it, and covered all the windows that leaked air. After closing the door, the RV gradually warmed up.

The werewolf casually threw the oranges to Lusha, who sat on a chair and watched them busy with a smile. The water was boiled on the pot stand, and the soup at the bottom of the pot was put in and boiled.

Lusa peeled the oranges and fed them to everyone, petal by petal, until they said they didn't want any more, then she opened the ice cream and fed them spoonful by spoonful, like birds returning to their nests.

"Are you trying to keep us from grabbing beef with you later?" Binny asked tactfully.

Lusha pursed her lips and smiled, and the feeding activity finally stopped.

She ate up the ice cream and piled all the orange peels on Bloodblade's forehead, the young mercenary's hair as short as the spines on a hedgehog's back.

"How long do you think they'll be lying there?" she said thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, they're just tired, and it's rare for them to be lazy. They're so happy." The werewolf said with a curled lip.

"Will they wake up?" she asked uneasily.

The werewolf raised his hand to slap her on the head, the only move he would use to encourage his teammates, but soon, realizing who he was dealing with, he gave up and patted her clumsily instead. Shoulder: "You can make the soup more delicious and wake them up."

The RV soon filled with white smoke, and the soup was filled with various ingredients. Leon distributed plates and spoons to everyone, and they sat around the pot of soup, like lost people around a fire in a world of ice and snow.

"Smells good." Lusha sniffed and said.

"You guys also know how to drink a little." The werewolf couldn't help but share the cups with Leon and Binny, "I can see that you have a capacity for alcohol, trust me, my eyes are sharp!"

Leon handed the large bottle of orange juice to Lusha, and took the glass from the werewolf by the way.

"Cheers, I wish..." He held up his glass and got stuck.

There are too many things to hope for, and there is only one toast.

"Whatever you want," he summed up.

Lusha sneered: "That's impossible."

She clasped her hands and said, "Why don't you pray before dinner with me?"

This wretched religion.

Leon was reminded again, showing a headache expression: "If you insist."

This dinner took a long time, and in Leon's memory, they talked a lot, about the "urban legends" of the past, about the campaign, about the workers, about dreams, about the past and the future and the present.

He seemed to mention Edith, so they all sang.

The werewolf's voice was majestic, and he sang a military song. Lusa sang a pop song, which was quite Taylor Swift-like, and Binny sang a song full of the feeling that can only be heard in church.They all sound good.

When it was Leon's turn, he was broken.

When he wakes up, Andy Williams' "Where Do I Begin" is automatically cycled through his brain.

This must be the classic he ruined with his voice when he was drunk.

There is more than music in the memory, Leon vaguely remembered a nightmare, in the dream someone wanted to catch him and inject him with drugs, and he ran away with all his strength.

Fortunately, he has opened his eyes, although he still can't distinguish between reality and dream for a while.

The entrance was the familiar prison cell ceiling, Leon got up with the headache caused by hangover, took off his alcohol-stained clothes, walked into the bathroom, threw all the dirty clothes into the washing machine, and took a shower, Brush your teeth, wash your face, and put on a clean prison uniform.

Leon came to the dining room, everything was as usual here, and it seemed that his brief disappearance did not cause any trouble to the prison, the prisoners and prison guards performed their duties, and he saw Binny in the prison guard's bench.

The other party's complexion is much better than his, at least there are no dark circles and lifelessness left by the hangover.

Binny was whispering to the prison guards, and it seemed that he had somehow penetrated into the interior of the prison.

Leon took the meal, and not long after he sat down, the librarian in the prison, Ered, walked over briskly with the breakfast and sat in front of him.

"Morning, Leon." After greeting Leon, he looked carefully at Leon and made a judgment, "Your complexion is very bad."

"Thank you for your diagnosis, genius." Leon rubbed his forehead and replied listlessly.

"Where were you the other day?" Ered asked.

Leon lowered his hands and stared at him warily.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone," Ared giggled, "There's someone who looks exactly like you, but I know it's not you.

"There are often such things in prisons. Someone replaces someone, but they just want to go back to see their family members, or they are in a hurry here."

He played with the french fries on the plate and asked jokingly, "Which one are you?"

Leon responded unmotivatedly: "Anyway, it's not the kind you think."

Ered didn't speak again.

When the body consumed enough carbohydrates, Leon suddenly thought of something: "Ared, do you have books about religion in your library?"

"If there is something that is not in the library, you can just tell me." Speaking of the library, Ered's eyes lit up, and he said confidently. Later, he showed a somewhat puzzled expression, "Leon ,What do you want to do?"

Leon shook his head: "I just want to see."

"Well, many voters will vote for representatives based on their beliefs, but there are still some people who don't like the connection between politics and religion." Ered looked at him and advised, "It's best not to think about making trouble from this aspect." Brains, Leon, this is a hornet's nest."

"I think so." Leon said mildly.

But he doesn't intend to really shy away from talking about it.

He cleared his tray and walked out of the restaurant with Ared.