I ran for president with scumbag money

Leon put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the road to the solitary cell, the people following him made his back tense, creepy, and he couldn't let his guard down.

"System." He yelled in his heart.

"Dude, are you really calling me this time?" the system went online.

Leon thought for a while and asked cautiously: "I remember you said 'I' trained in the killer organization?"

"No," the system's tone was more like mocking, "You still have a code name, what's it called... I'll check it out."

"You even forgot the most basic information?!"

"It's none of my business? It's not that you mess around and extend the world line to the point where I can't predict it!"

There must be a fight within three sentences, this is the only way for Leon and the system to get along.

Besides, he should have known that this artificial mental retardation couldn't help.

"I'm surprised." Traver's friend finally caught up and walked side by side with Leon, looking around casually.

At this moment, Leon remembered his name: "Your name is Lancer, right? I heard Traver call you that."

In his prison uniform, Lancer looked younger than when they met.

Leon couldn't help guessing his real age, not only guessing, but also asking.

His preemptive attack caught Lancer off guard, and he instinctively said back: "You recognize me so much, you are not afraid that I will tell the warden about your going out."

"Go ahead," Leon said with a smile, "but as an informer, you will be finished faster than me."

"Have you seen it?" Lancer's tone was threatening.

"It's common sense, there is no place where informers are welcome." Leon said relaxedly, "Even the prison guards will not think highly of you."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"How old are you? Why do you work for Traver?"

"What do you tube."

"Because you have a drug addiction?"

"I don't touch drugs at all!" Lancer said angrily.

Leon glanced at him and said, "It means that someone around you is addicted to drugs, what about you? What are you doing? Doing things for Traver to help him exchange drugs, or to save that person's life?"

"How do you know..."

"I guess to learn." Leon said, "You don't have to do this. It is very difficult to eradicate a person who is infected with drugs. At this time, what can help him is definitely not the safe injection of drugs, but the drug rehabilitation center."

"Sounding!" Ranser snorted, "You must be the kind of person who kills relatives for the sake of so-called 'justice' and 'morality', right? Hypocritical, boring, hypocrite!"

"You're right, I might really be a hypocrite." Leon said disapprovingly, "People like Hines and Duman support the operation of this country, but I just want to hang them on the streetlights."

"Oh, is it? For example, if you incite those workers outside and tell them that everyone is born equal, you will even be treated as a VIP when you go to jail. They are tortured in the bottom prison and suppressed at the strike meeting." Lancer said.

Reminded by his words, a thought flashed in Leon's mind, which was not very clear.

"I'm glad you care about them," he said calmly. He wanted to prevent Lancer from taking the lead in the conversation, and immediately asked, "What's the relationship between you and the drugged person? Immediate family? Collateral relative? Lover?"

When he said the word "lover", he keenly observed Lancer's face flushed and his eyes blinked quickly.

"That's a lover," Leon approached step by step, "Girl? What a pity, drug addiction, is she still so beautiful? How often do you see her?"

"To shut up."

Leon noticed that Lancer's cheek muscles contracted unnaturally, and there were signs of bursting veins on his forehead.

"She can't quit, right? You think you can save her. She tells you countless times that she didn't do drugs on purpose. Someone hurt her, someone framed her. You believe her, but you soon find out that no matter what she What to say, she is quitting..."

"Shut up!" Lancer's eyes suddenly became crazy, "Stop doing this!"

Once there is a small mistake, the defense line will collapse. Now that Lancer can't grasp the control, he can only make useless struggles out of embarrassment.

So he subconsciously resorted to violence, turned violently, and hit Leon with a right hook, and Leon could clearly see his twist and force.

The fist landed on the face with a sudden blow, and for a while Leon felt almost no pain, and heard his own teeth colliding with each other, making a dangerous "clack" sound, as if they were loose.

Blood flowed from his nasal cavity, Leon took a step back, leaned his upper body forward, and threw himself at Lanser, knocked him down to the ground in an instant, grabbed his neck, and punched him down.

The development to the fight was completely beyond Leon's expectations.

It may also be beyond Lancer's expectations, because he should have come to kill people under orders, and he never thought of getting into a ball with Leon on the ground.

This wasn't the first time Leon had fought to save his own life. Since he started this path, he had already realized it, but it was the first time that he actually fought.

The smell of blood and rust was quickly felt between the teeth. In the tumbling scuffle, Lancer had already won the game, sitting on Leon's abdomen, suppressing him with his weight.

Leon's finger slid across Lancer's eye socket several times, but he couldn't press it down for a long time.

Of course he knew that when he started fighting with Lancer, all the fatal information suddenly appeared in his mind, and the human body suddenly became a flawed body full of fatal loopholes in his mind.

In other words, he couldn't beat Lancer, but it suddenly became easier to kill him.

It's just that he can't do it.

"boom--"

A muffled sound ended it all, and Binny and another prison guard arrived.

Several points of warm liquid fell on Leon's face, and he almost froze.

He doesn't like it and never will like it.

"Don't," the scene of Edith's fall flashed through his mind, and Leon realized he shouted, "Don't, don't, don't do this!"

Lancer was grabbed by an external force and thrown out. He didn't die, or even fainted. He clutched his head and shrank against the wall.Came over to imitate Ai Ruide and mended him a few times.

The other guard looked at his colleague in astonishment, and Binny put a finger to his lips to signal him to silence.

The prison guard weighed it for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and turned around, pretending to ignore the commotion.

"I'm sorry." Then, Binny squatted down, helped Leon sit up, and whispered, "I didn't mean to provoke you."

Leon tightly grasped the collar of the opponent's police uniform.

He knew what it was, from the nightmares, from the sleepless nights, from the stupid overreactions...he should have known.

PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

Leon was panting, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt like he was about to be unable to breathe.

Binny raised his hand and wrapped him in his arms, so he felt the breath of the sun, a little bit, it might be the illusion brought by the washing powder.

Leon leaned in his arms for a long time, and asked softly, "Are you comforting me?"

Binny nodded, tightening his arms.

Almost, he thought calmly on the verge of madness, almost.

He was indeed intimidated.

Leon patted his strong shoulder and said with a wry smile: "I'm much better. This time I believe that no matter whether I have received training or not, I am indeed not a killer."

Ered ran over and squatted next to them, looking at this and that, like a child asking for help from parents: "Are we going to kill him?"

Seeing that the prison guard was about to turn around for this sentence, the other two objected at the same time: "No!"

"Great," Ared breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest reassuringly, a series of frightened words came out of his mouth, "I'm also afraid that you are going to kill him, I mean... if you really Want to kill him, I will help, but I still want to say thankfully no, I only took the keyboard, if you guys give me a shovel and let me help bury the body, I will pass out on the spot, but that doesn't mean you If you kill someone, I won't treat you as friends, really..."

"Calm down, Ered," Leon patted his arm amusedly, listening to his nonsense words, "I see."

"Can you stand up?"

Binny took his hand and helped him stand up again. He habitually pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket, only to find that there was nothing inside.

Their environment is completely different.

Leon wiped the blood carelessly with his cuff.

"No..." Lancer's intermittent voice came from the other side.

Leon wanted to get closer, but Binny stopped him, walked up to Lancer, squatted down, and asked, "What isn't it?"

"Travor is against Duman, he didn't want to be in the drug business from the very beginning," Lancer said, gradually, his voice became louder, and even Leon and Ered could hear clearly, "She also... They all are, that's why I work for them..."

"If that's the case, why did he ask you to kill me?" Leon said, "I'm the one against drug laws."

"—Because I didn't say I was here to kill you! Idiot!" Lancer jumped up and yelled at him, clutching his bloody head.

The scene was very embarrassing.

"He asked me to protect you, because of your stupid lies, Hines thought of you again." Lancer said through gritted teeth.

Leon tilted his head, as if a "?" appeared beside his head.

"Should I apologize?" he asked uncertainly.

Lancer cursed.

"That's not necessary." Leon said.

"It's time to go," Binney's "colleague" reminded, "I don't want to disturb you, but if you hang on, other people will come to see the situation."

"Just send him off." Binny said, pushing Leon's back with one hand, and said to his colleague, "He's going back to his room to rest, Lex."

Leon looked at Binny and said, "We have to talk alone."

"What? This is too much." Just as the prison guard Lex started to protest, Binny turned his eyes to look at him, and said a series of numbers without blinking.

The good colleague immediately froze in place.

"It's not impossible," he stammered, "I'd better stay away."

He quickly distanced himself from them.

Leon joked, "Have you recited a spell?"

"No, that's his community number," Binny explained.

"How do you—?"

"All the information on the police officers and prisoners are here," Binny pointed to his own head, and then asked with concern, "What do you want to say? Leon."

"I can't stay here forever," Leon said. "Now is the critical moment of the dispute between the two laws. State A and State B are in chaos, and both of them have something to do with me. If external communications and TV are cut off, I will be equal to It’s about letting go of the outside world.”

"you think……"

"I want to get out of this VIP prison."

Binny didn't say anything, but opened his mouth like Ered, grabbed Leon's wrist, and shouted, "What are you talking about? At least it's peaceful here, and there's no danger."

"Yeah, but calmness and no danger are not suitable for me." Leon didn't break free from his hand several times, so he had to let him hold it, and joked, "I'm an anti-social element, the prerequisite for an anti-social element to live There is a 'society' to talk about. If I stay in this out-of-social environment for a long time, I will lose my whole body."

After a pause, he continued, "I can't just sit here and worry about everyone running around outside."

"But, that mission..." Binny lowered his voice.

"Here, there is no difference between prison guards and prisoners, is there?" Leon shrugged and said softly, "You can reply like this...that person."

They cannot directly say Corot's name here.

"I don't think he'll be satisfied."

"Do you have another way?"

"You really believe that Traver asked Lancer to protect you?"

"I don't believe a word." Leon replied without blinking.

Binny looked at him silently.

"The profit of drug trafficking is too great, and it's not clean. Traver has been around Duman since he was a child. What he sees and hands do is the same thing. Do you want me to believe that he comes out of the mud without getting dirty? No Will learn, I have no illusions about him."

"Lusa trusted him," Binny said.

"Silly girl." Leon commented briefly and crisply.

They stared at each other for a long time.

Then, Leon shrugged, avoiding his gaze, and said softly: "I still have a speech, which was confiscated by the prison guards. Excuse me, can you deliver it for me?"