I ran for president with scumbag money

"Please, please..." Lusha clasped her hands together and bowed to the prison guard.

The other party was unmoved: "Sorry, miss, but the system shows that Leon Morton's visit has been terminated for a while. According to the regulations, no one can visit him."

"I have to find him!" Lusha couldn't help screaming, with tears in her eyes, "I want to know what he's been up to lately."

The guard turned his head and gave her a deep look with suspicious eyes.

"If we may, ma'am," he said gravely, "we want to know more than you do. Do you have any clues?"

Lusha realized that the situation was not good, she quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, and lied: "It's 'what's the matter with him recently', you just misheard."

"Ok."

"Then, I can make a call..." Lusha tried hard to keep a straight face.

"Calls are banned, too, miss."

"What right do you have to do that?!"

"This is a prison."

But here originally—"

Lusha originally wanted to say that as long as she spent money, she could do anything while locked up here, but she still had reason and didn't say it outright. She just lowered her head in disappointment, pulled up her collar, and walked to the side of the car.

Traver was sitting in the driver's seat of the car.

"I reminded you." He looked at Lusha with concern and said, "The prison is locked down."

"Why is it suddenly at this time..." Lusha shuddered.

Traver shrugged. "Because of State A, I think." Then he changed the subject, "So can we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Lusha looked at him for a long time, then nodded solemnly.

That night, Traver took the mobile phone with a natural demeanor, and voted for the "abortion law" without hesitation. Although Lusha still had doubts about him, at least the hostility had been reduced by half.

They went to the special intensive care unit of the hospital to see Dihuo. Dihuo was still in a coma. The doctor said that he had injured his nerves and might be at risk of becoming a vegetative state.

After returning, Lusha and the werewolf quarreled again.

When she wanted to gather all her worries and talk to Leon and ask his opinion, she found that Leon's visit was forbidden by the prison.

Now, she had nowhere else to go but to follow Traver.

"Perhaps, these are all excuses for you to forgive him." said the cold voice in his heart.

The weak voice did not speak out, and she acquiesced to this statement both rationally and emotionally.

When Lusa was rejected by the guard, Leon was standing under the shower, his hands were covered with foam, his eyes were closed, and he was rubbing his blond hair.

He just woke up today, and found that the bathroom in the separate cell was completely cut off. He wondered if the warden had caused him another trouble. He could only come to the public bathroom to solve the problem of taking a bath.

or……

He had other, worse guesses.

There are some prisoners in the public bathroom who are also taking a bath, and it seems that he is not the only one whose cell has been cut off.

Leon didn't relax his vigilance because of this.

Sure enough, a hand wrapped around his neck from behind, Leon grabbed this arm, bowed his body, threw him out, hit the opposite wall hard, and let out a "wow" scream. It does hurt to go up.

Leon picked up the towel hanging around his neck, wrung out one corner, and wiped off the water on his face. At this moment, another person rushed towards him. Leon dodged and slapped his eyes severely with the towel.

"The movements have become more proficient." He thought calmly.

The eyes of the two injured people were still speechless, and Leon shrugged, not even interested in making up the knife.

He knew that he would encounter such trouble sooner or later, this is a prison, there is no opposite sex here, and his appearance is too conspicuous.

"Leave it to Binny."

Thinking this way, Leon walked to the dressing room outside, and just after leaving the bathroom door, a person hiding behind the door strangled him with a soft rope around his neck.

At the moment when the tight rope came over, Leon squinted his eyes, knelt down on the ground extremely quickly, and then swept his right leg backwards to trip him to the ground.

Looking at the attacker who fell on the concrete floor and couldn't get up for a while, he began to feel that something was wrong.

Binny never liked violence.

Thinking about it, Leon knelt down and grabbed the attacker's hair, grabbed his head violently, and punched him hard.

They hadn't talked about it, but Leon knew that if Binny liked to use violence to solve problems, he should have gone with Roy at the airport.

Roy is where the thugs belong, while Leon is full of gentle and reasonable intellectuals. Even Oscar, who can play the most, has the highest education and the upbringing of the upper class because of his family background. .

"In other words," Leon clenched his fist again and punched down, thinking casually, "In other words, it's fine to keep Binny from knowing."

He always has a way to round up the situation, be confident, after all, he is an orator who incites State A with his words.

With two punches, the corners of the attacker's eyes and mouth were split open from time to time, and he looked into Leon's blue eyes with blood streaming down his face.

"I guess someone sent you here," Leon said.

"I guess it's Hines." Leon said, and punched him again, the man's head hit the ground heavily.

"I want to be a civilized person," Leon smiled, wiped his bloody fingers on the ground, and said lightly, "I'm dealing with monsters, so I want to be a civilized person. You'd better recruit , make it easier for both of us."

The man was lying on the ground, his body shrunk like a shrimp, and he hummed in a crying voice: "I... I don't know, someone spent money..."

"I thought you said 'yes'." Leon stood up and stepped heavily on the opponent's abdomen.

He wanted to step on the opponent's Achilles' heel, but he was still barefoot, so he didn't want to make things so disgusting.

"I said, buddy." The system was actually online at this time, "Do you know that you are destroying people's designs? There is something wrong with you recently."

"I know." Leon said dryly.

Of course he knew how his emotions changed.

It's one thing to be in prison, another to lose control of the outside world, and another to remain anxious about your enemies.

"This is the disadvantage of being a modern person. Without TV and mobile phones, within twelve hours, people will lose control."

Leon said to the system in his heart,

"If you can't touch electronic products, you will be restless, doubt the value of your own existence, doubt your life, doubt how long you have to endure, try to disconnect a modern person from the Internet? I will show you crazy within half an hour."

"Okay, buddy, something is wrong with you," the system said.

"Human beings have a word called 'trough period'." Leon wiped his wet hair, took out a clean change of clothes from the cabinet, and asked, "You care?"

The system does what it does best: play dead.

Soon, Leon realized that this assassination was more than three times in the bathroom.

He was sitting with Ered at the library desk, and Lancer sat next to them, grimacing.

They didn't drive him away, to be exact, Leon didn't drive him away, Lancer's head wrapped in white bandages looked funny, and Leon wanted to learn a lot from him.

More importantly, he wanted to give this young man a hand.

Lancer didn't seem like someone who could confide in him right away, so Leon still chatted with Ered.

"You know," Erard said, looking dazed, "I was promised to appeal for me."

"Congratulations!" Leon congratulated him.

"That's good," Ered looked at Leon hesitantly, and said, "If I'm lucky, I can go out from here."

He was silent for a moment, and said, "I never thought there would be such a day."

"Times come and go." Leon said with a smile, raising his cup, wanting to wish Ered all the best.

"What are you going to do?" Ered asked.

Out of the corner of Leon's eye, he saw Lancer move.

It seems that I am not the only one who wants to inquire about information, ha.

"Inherit your library." He said casually, "I don't intend to be released anyway."

"What did your companions do?" Lancer asked, shaking his chair.

"You said you came to protect me?" Leon said to him.

"I seem to have said so." Lancer said disapprovingly.

"You were completely useless in the bathroom," Leon said, suddenly kicking Lancer's chair hard, and said at the same time, "I hope you can be useful now."

"Fuck!"

As soon as Lanser cursed a word, his body rushed towards an attacker holding a table knife because of this external force. He fell to the ground halfway and kicked the knife in the opponent's hand with one hand on the ground. .

"Leon!" Ered jumped up from his chair in fright, and stood there in embarrassment, staring at all this in a daze, "What's going on?"

"Sorry for getting you involved." Leon said sincerely, "I didn't expect them to stop."

"It's not what you said now, run away!"

Ered pushed his back and said in panic.

Leon originally planned to hide some strength in front of Lanser, and happily carried out Ered's idea.

"Come on, Lancer, we'll meet you at the restaurant." He turned his head and shouted.

But he knew he wouldn't go.

The two ran out of the library one after the other, leaving Lancer to fight with four people (four people hiding behind the bookshelves, Leon thought, seven times in total).

Ai Ruide felt that it was unnecessary to blame Leon, because the prisoners in the entire prison seemed to be involved in this hunting game. He instinctively wanted to ask the prison guards for help, but the corridor was empty, and the prison guards who usually walked around The shadow of this time.

At this time, he remembered that as long as there is money in this place, anything can be done.

"Assembly! Erwin, put down your phone, it's been too long, are you calling your wife or something?" the squad leader of the prison guards yelled at him.

Binny looked innocent, and said to Ke Luo on the other end of the phone: "Then goodbye, dear."

Ke Luo's hand froze, a cup of coffee choked in his throat, and he was almost choked to death by this name.

"Sorry, Captain, there are too many housework." He joined the assembled team and said slowly.

The captain ignored him and shouted at the entire team: "Stand at attention! Take it easy! Let's go—"

Where is this going?Binny frowned.

During this period of time, he has figured out the actions of the prison guards and many unspoken rules. He knows that the prison guards will charge money to bring some small things to the prisoners in the prison, and the warden will not care at all; His substitute is mortgaged here, and he has to pay a large sum of money. The warden will turn a blind eye to this matter depending on the situation.

Prison guards like to have fun and have little interest in work.

No matter who is in an environment where black and white are unclear, their spirits will not be too high.

Similarly, Binny doesn't like this place, especially when he sees the environment in the prison. He will think about the purpose of sending the prisoners in so hard, so that they can enjoy life without being disturbed?

Fortunately, he can still divert some attention and energy by helping Leon.

At that time, Leon was miserable. His growing anxiety could not be suppressed obviously. Before, he could distract his attention by interfering with state B legislation. Now, after all his enjoyment rights are blocked, he can only face up to the fact that he has lost his freedom.

Binny still remembered how much Leon hated being deprived of his freedom, which was why he chose to go into politics.

Unexpectedly, they lined up into a large gym.

"Today is the comprehensive quality assessment day." The captain announced solemnly, "Two of you form a team and record each other's results."

Binny hadn't heard of this.

He looked blankly at the fitness equipment in the room, and couldn't believe that they had to spend a whole day doing it.

He walked up to Lex and patted his colleague on the shoulder: "Hi."

Lex looked back at him with the panic in his eyes that Binny was used to.

Since he recited Lex's social security number, the other party has been in a state of alarm and fear for him.

There are too many things related to the social security number, and Lex is always afraid of encountering situations such as his family being held hostage.

"Do you want to form a team?" Binny asked.

Lex looked around anxiously, as if he wanted to ask who could trade with him, but his purpose was probably fulfilled, and now everyone is in a mess, no one takes it seriously , No one came to receive his help signal.

"I guess there's nothing I can do to say no," Lex said flatteringly.

"As long as you explain the current situation, I won't bother you." Binny said softly, "I don't really believe that the captain summoned us here really to push iron and fight sandbags."

Lex licked his lips and asked with some puzzlement, "You don't know?"

Binny shook his head honestly.

Lex muttered a few words, and only intermittent "strange..." and "I think you're very sophisticated..." came to Binny's ears.

"Please explain," Binny urged.

"Okay," Lex peeked around, pretending to bend over to check the weight of the barbell, and whispered, "Today is 'All Prisoner Hunting Day'."

"What do you mean?"

According to the literal meaning, Binny also guessed that this was an extremely dangerous thing.

"To be honest, brother, I haven't experienced this day for a long time," Lex stood up holding the dumbbells, and said in a low voice, "It's rare. Generally, no matter how many prisoners have enemies, there won't be such a big movement, because the enemies A lot, it shows that he has strong financial resources, and he can use banknotes to solve the problem in reverse..."

"Let's get rid of these emotional words and get straight to the point," Binny said.

"Well, some prisoners, such as dangerous people, he pays, and when he is sent in, there will always be someone who wants to kill him, and usually pays one or two people to sneak in and kill him, but there are also people who will directly bribe the guards of the entire prison , Let all the prisoners in the prison who are strong enough to deal with that person." Lex confessed, "This kind of situation is really too rare, and the way to die will definitely be miserable."

"Who are they going to deal with?" Binny's pupils tightened.

"I really don't know. On such a day, the warden will just use excuses to gather us all together. I only met it once, but I can say that that scene..."

Binny ignored Lex's emotion, turned to look outside the door, and slowly shifted his gaze to the captain who was watching them.

He knew he had to find a way out.

But it's hard to do it alone, so maybe it's a good idea to get a helper.

Lex clearly knew that the man standing in front of him was a dangerous person, but when the other party looked over with righteous eyes, he was still afraid: "Is there something wrong?"

"Do you really like the life you have now?"

Seeing Erwin, a member of the Binny Brainwashing Duo, he asked this question.

Ai Ruide ran without thinking, and bumped into the arms of the big guy in front of the leader. Before the other party had time to get angry, he turned his head and screamed: "I locked Morton in that room, I dare not Kill him, please, can you help me?"

The next second, he was brutally pushed away, six people knocked open the door, and saw an empty person inside. Behind them, Leon raised the fire extinguisher, sprayed a huge amount of foam on everyone inside, and threw the empty bottle at those people. People throw it over.

There was a loud "bang", it must have hit someone.

"Thirteen times," he whispered.

Ered ran over and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm calculating my account with someone." Leon said gently.

For some reason, this gentleness made Eric's back suddenly chill.

Maybe it's because the conditions of the prison are so good that many prisoners have become dead houses, or Leon's schedule has never overlapped with other prisoners, Leon feels that the number has increased.

Even new inmates join in—or maybe they came in for this purpose in the first place.

Leon couldn't deduce that much, he gripped the fire ax tightly, and knocked down a person rushing towards him: "Fourteen."

In Mela's office.

It is recorded on the Internet that the voting is still going on, and the two factions are competing with each other, and the number of votes is clinging to each other.

Meera was sitting on a chair, holding a cup, looking at the screen of the notebook, while Frank was lying on the couch beside him, with a book on his belly, drowsy.

"No matter what, the boss has done a good job." Meera said seriously, "Many believers don't have time to care about religious disputes."

"That's because their dispute spread elsewhere," Frank said, opening his eyes. "It's stupid to oppose for the sake of opposing. I heard someone say this morning that he doesn't like drugs at all, but in order to oppose abortion laws, He'd rather vote for Drug Safety Station - we're just indirectly encouraging it!"

"Did you take the gunpowder?" Meera squinted at him.

As if waiting for this sentence, Frank sat up abruptly and looked at Meera: "You have to admit, Robbie can't hold it anymore!"

After successive interrogations, Robbie's performance became more and more disappointing. What the court needed was a calm and rational testimony, but Robbie often lost control of his emotions.

"You brought her back." Meera reminded the other party angrily, "It's all because of you."

"I didn't say it wasn't me!" Frank said, scratching his hair, irritated, "We're supposed to share most of the stress, but—"

They didn't finish, or rather, couldn't get everyone to hear them.

At this time, Frank realized that it is also a great skill to gather a square of people to listen to his speech like Belk.

Even if it is supported by religion.

"Let the boss..."

The phone rang, interrupting their conversation, and Meera answered under Frank's watchful gaze:

"Hi, hello... yes... ah, hello... really? - yes, yes, thank you. I'll arrange..."

Meera put down the phone and stared at Frank blankly.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked warily.

"My God." Meera was in a state of shock, and only said these two words for a while.

"What's the matter?"

"They said that the president is very concerned about the dispute over the law..." Meera felt as if she was in a dream.

Frank was also stunned, and stammered, "So? It means... Oh my God! Could it be that I thought..."

"Yes, he's coming to see us in person," Meera said.

The two looked at each other.

Frank chewed the news carefully in his heart, only to find it hard to believe for a while.

It's just—

Who would have thought that a desperate plan would alarm the president himself!

They have bottomed out!

After a long time, it was Meera who broke the silence and asked desperately: "So...the other party is the president, what should we do?"