I ran for president with scumbag money

Lusa had just picked up her bag when Traver walked in.

"Where are you going?" He said with a cold face and a bad expression.

"Go out and go to the hospital." Lusha replied stiffly.

Traver sized her up from head to toe with suspicious eyes: "I don't think so."

"How would you look like that?" Lusha couldn't restrain the harshness in her voice, "Dearing? Got shot several times? Or was stabbed several times by that old woman who still had an affair with you?"

Traver's body trembled slightly, as if he had been stabbed.

Lusa fell silent, biting her lip, annoyed that she should feel sorry.

"You just want to find Morton." Traver said without blinking, walked to the sofa and picked up the remote control to turn on the widescreen TV.

The scene in State A was broadcast live on TV. Thousands of people crowded the square, which was even more full than a popular idol's concert. The audience was not young and hysterical crowds, but people of all ages. workers and students.

Leon put on a white suit again, looking good enough to make people forget to breathe, at least Lusha realized that her breathing stopped belatedly.

He walked all the way from the stage to the podium. Along the way, many people shook hands with him, and many people surrounded him to ask various questions. The bodyguards and security guards tried their best to control the situation. A young man in a long trench coat followed him step by step. There was an expression on his face that was so indifferent to all this that it was almost rude.

Lusha stared at him, and really wanted to walk up to him directly through the screen, grab his suit collar, and ask him why he left without saying goodbye.

"He went back to state A." Traver said, also staring at the TV.

Lusa turned her head and glared at him.

"He doesn't want you anymore." Traver smiled maliciously at her, "It's not my fault."

Lusha's fingers gripped the handbag tightly, her knuckles turned white.

Impulsively, she snatched the remote control, and dialed the TV channel to State B TV station, which was broadcasting the "dispute between the two laws" live on it. Experts with countless honorable titles were arguing red-facedly, but they still couldn't stop "drug abuse" Vote gap between the SAFE Act and the Anti-Abortion Act.

"It's not my fault either," she told Traver vindictively.

Traver slapped her across the face.

When the violence happened, Lusa didn't even see how it happened, her head was on one side, her face was swollen, and it was burning hot, she was startled by the sudden violence, shocked and angry.

Some time ago, she had another dispute with the butcher.

The cause was a street violence in which several young men fought to the death for their religious beliefs, and the butcher's formula for dealing with the problem was simple: he beat them all to the ground without even bothering to say a word of nonsense.

It's not that Lusha blindly believes that teaching is more useful than fists, but she still wonders if they have to fight to solve the problem?Couldn't they just sit down, like Leon did, and sit down and call on everyone to do it in a more peaceful way?

It was too difficult for her to accept all this suddenly. Earthfire and Bloodblade kidnapped her from the school and told her that she needed to inherit a team that belonged to her father because her father hated drugs and died. Because of an action, she had to stand up and take the lead.

She thought she could accept all this, she learned how to hide the silver needle in the sleeve for surprise attack with Dihuo, and learned some basic skills with Blood Blade, she brought Leon out of prison, and they set off to escort a certain drug lord , this is her first task.

She thought everything was ready, but in fact, no, far from it, her psychological quality was not as mature as expected.

In fact, she always suspected that the root cause of the quarrel between the butcher and her was that he didn't want to see her stay with Traver, and they didn't trust each other.

He didn't say it directly, but the moment Lusha told him that she was pregnant, all the teammates were shocked:

Blood Blade couldn't help jumping up, the meat grinder muttered something she couldn't understand, and the butcher was completely angry-she pissed off all her father's former friends, and finally alienated them.

Just because of the phrase "Do you want your child to have no father?"

This sentence crushed Lusha and made her think about some more realistic questions:

On the premise of having a child, can she really run around with a group of dangerous elements?

Do they really need her to hold them back?

That night, Xue Ren went to her room to find her and asked, "What do you think?"

Lusa thought he looked a little sad, but she was not sure that these people were too good at hiding their feelings, and she was really a child in front of them.

"I...don't know." Lusha said hesitantly.

In fact, she is very clear about her choice, she can't say it.

If it was Earthfire, Lusha might still be able to talk about it with confidence, because she felt that Earthfire could understand what she said.

After all, people are different, very different: an optimist cannot understand why a pessimist is preoccupied all day, a withdrawn person cannot understand why a passionate person knows everyone well, a An impatient person cannot understand why a calm person takes his time.

She doesn't want to talk to her other teammates just because she doesn't think they will understand:

A man who doesn't need feelings can't understand what a girl who has lost feelings for a long time is depressed about.

"How do you know each other?" Blood Blade asked patiently.

On the contrary, Lusha was embarrassed. She would rather be scolded than confide in the other party: "That's how we met."

In school.

on the ski slopes.

In the amusement park.

In many good places, more teenage, enjoyable places.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, Xue Ren hesitated for a moment, and asked, "If Dihuo wakes up, would you like to talk to him?"

Hey, ground fire.Lusa sighed inwardly.

"I'd rather he wake up," she said to Bloodblade.

But they all knew that it was temporarily impossible. Dihuo's brain was damaged and he was still in the intensive care unit. With Traver's permission, they all went to visit him.

"We're going to take the ground fire away." That's what the butcher said at the time.

"We don't have money to treat him," Lusha said.

"I believe that Ji Huo would rather die than use the drug lord's money!" the butcher roared flatly.

So they quarreled for the third time, and the meat grinder caught between them was exhausted physically and mentally.

She struggled out of the mess of shock to find Traver clutching her arm, looking at her with concern as if she was the most important person in the world: "Are you okay?"

It was this feeling that was important to her.

She needs a value in life, but she doesn't have any goals.

"Not good." Tears slid down her cheeks, her voice trembling: "How can you..."

"Shh, shh." Traver blew, pushed her gently on the sofa to sit, he knelt on the floor, buried his head in her arms, and said muffledly, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. It's my fault, I'll change it, I'm sorry.

"Things are not what you think," he said reassuringly, "Things are going well, Leon survived, he is about to win, and State B is about to win, and we will win too, victory is in sight."

"Do you really want such a victory?"

"Yes, I do," Traver assured.

So, knowing that she was stupid, Lusha hugged his neck and cried.

This was the busiest day for Leon, and the curiosity and enthusiasm of the voters in state A at the meeting almost overwhelmed him.

After the meeting, he ran between the state hall and the labor union without touching his feet, submitted [-] forms, and interviewed [-] "main responsible persons."

Judging from the state of these people in charge playing football with each other, Leon doubts how they have the face to declare that they are the "principal".

When he finally caught his breath, it occurred to him that it was time to see Allen.

Oscar opened the door to Allen, and during the period when Leon left State A, there was undoubtedly some overlap between the two.

They greeted and entered the living room, and saw Leon was nestling on the sofa with bare feet like a cat, wearing beach shorts and a floral top that were relaxed enough, and hugging a blue slime pillow.

"What are you doing?" Allen stared at him dumbfounded.

Oscar rolled his eyes in no surprise, then turned around and went to the bar to get a cup for tea.

"I'm relieving my breathing." Leon explained to Allen, "I even wanted to buy a cat, but Binny said that this plan conflicted with my plan to buy a private jet, so I put it on hold for now."

"You can afford a private jet but not a cat?"

"I can't afford it, so the money has to be spent wisely." Leon said, "I can give a speech in a private jet and persuade you to vote for me, but I can't bring a cat to kill them."

"If it were me," Alan's mouth curled up slightly, and he bent over to hug Leon and his pillow, "I'd rather vote for the candidate who hugs a long-haired cat."

"Long-haired cat? Binny will go on a hunger strike." Leon patted him on the back with a smile.

Allen's body has been so thin that the connection between bones can be easily seen, and his wrists are as slender as a little girl.

The school uniform he was used to wearing was also changed, but he was wearing a pink suit. The upper body effect was more difficult to control than the white suit, but Allen was able to wear it outstandingly without any problem.

Some people look ugly when they are thin, but Allen looks more handsome when he is thin, and he is strictly distinguished from the ABCD of passers-by in life.

Even Leon was curious about the secret of his appearance, and on second thought, it might be innate, and it has nothing to do with how to live the day after tomorrow.

Allen straightened up, pushed aside the bangs hanging from his forehead, sat down on the sofa beside Leon, and asked, "I thought you were going to see Tex."

"I'm afraid I'll strangle him face to face," Leon said, "and Tex seems to think so too, because he only sent his secretary and lawyer to talk to me."

"Arrogance." Allen's face darkened, and he said dissatisfiedly, "We should also talk to the secretary and lawyer here."

"'We'." Leon repeated with a smile.

Allen immediately felt a little uneasy, and said with low self-esteem: "If you think I..."

"No, no, no," Leon said quickly, "I'm just glad you're willing to help. You, the secretary, Binny, the lawyer. You see, our team is also complete."

Allen said hesitantly, "But I study mathematics."

"Yes," Leon patted the slime in his arms with a smile, and said, "Mathematics, logic, what we need most now is logic. You also saw the situation of the meeting."

"You're welcome," Allen said.

He was right.

The meet and greet is enough to prove that Leon is no longer the worst candidate who would be laughed at when he stood on the stage. Now, people's evaluation of him has changed drastically, and everyone can't wait to welcome him to prove how discerning he was back then know the pearl.

"Well, I'd be wrong to say I'm not complacent," Leon said, "but something else, another thing I'm worried about, has happened again: this isn't a fight for workers' rights anymore, Become an 'idol effect'.

"Everyone looked at me like I was that superhero: Superman, Iron Man, Harry Potter — whatever it was — coming to save them with superpowers, technology, or the wave of a magic wand."

He paused, then continued: "But I'm not. Besides, you all know I'm not."

Leon hoped that they who stood in the audience would have focused and deep eyes, full of thinking and exploration.

Leon hoped that they would not applaud or compliment the speakers on the stage, they should come with a rational and even critical heart.

But the reality is that there is no sense of disobedience in the meeting in the morning, even if I change my name to "the □□hand/actor/Internet celebrity XXX·XXX meeting".

"If you can do that, you're not a superhero. You should call me Feitian Ramen, Cthulhu, or God of Creation." Allen blinked and said, "All actions to gain support depend on following trends and Blind pursuit. The more irrational you are in choosing you, the better for us."

"Yes," Leon smiled wryly, "Binney said the same thing, we can't be too greedy."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw [grenade]: moonloop20101;

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