I ran for president with scumbag money

Frank stayed behind to block the rush of reporters, and Meera stepped into the car first, in the back seat, where Leon was waiting for her, holding her hand as she reached out.

"I feel fine," Meera said nasally, her makeup all in one piece. "Do you think it's working?"

"Don't worry about this now." Leon interrupted her firmly, and took out a wet tissue from the storage space on the car, "You need to relax."

"I feel like I'm doing pretty well." Meera said, returning to her capable appearance, "Very professional, much better than Robbie, by the way, she has recently started to read abortion books, I will be wary of her Bringing up the withdrawal decision before the bill is passed - don't look at me like that."

Leon looked at her and whispered something in a disapproving voice, so Meera overreacted and pushed him, loudly defending: "I'm not an executioner! I'm not going to force pregnant girls to have abortions , I don't want to open the door for promiscuous/sexual intercourse with young people. I know how the outside world evaluates me: a devil with glasses!

"But what can I do? Do you think I wouldn't often think, if there was no abortion law, I think my mother's life would be saved at the same time?"

"I'm saying, if it was me, I wouldn't dare to stand on the stage and talk about my past." Leon shook her hand, trying to explain her misunderstanding.

"Oh." Meera's voice slowed down, and she said in embarrassment, "It's nothing. When you get used to it... when life doesn't give you much, you will learn by yourself and use any method to get benefits."

She looked at Leon's blank eyes, and smiled wryly: "You don't really think that this is the first time I'm talking about myself?"

"When I was young, my aunt who sold bread cried and told me to change bread. When I was in school, I told the counselor when I was applying for scholarships and grants. When the internship site needed a letter of introduction, I rushed into the office of the evaluation professor and burst into tears." Meera's voice trembled, and she insisted on saying, "When you... when you have no strength and no support, you can only use some tricks to impress people's hearts."

She gritted her teeth, and said, "But this doesn't prevent others from calling you a miserable bitch behind your back when you get the benefits. I accept it and exchange it at equal value."

"Don't do this, it's not your fault." Leon repeated her speech on stage, hoping to comfort her, "You also said that in state B, banning abortion will hurt many women living at the bottom, and their dangerous demeanor Too high, and passing drug laws will make more people suffer, at least I have never heard of "safe and healthy drug use", drug use is synonymous with dangerous and deadly."

"Maybe, but sometimes I really feel like you're doing the right thing. Because you're not really trying to kill kids at risk, you're just trying to defend against Doman's drug laws. But I'm not." Meera bit her lip. "I'm really into this, and I don't care about drug laws. If the committee proposes to pass both laws at the same time, I will agree, as long as it can pass."

"You won't." Leon stared at her, strangely, there was some unexpected understanding in his eyes, which made Meera's breath pause.

"I will!" Her nails dug into the back of Leon's hand.

"Well, when you provoked me, you might, but after you think about it, you will regret it, so you still won't." Leon said.

"Why do you say that?" She laughed.

"The whole thing is based on a hypothesis," Leon asked back. "How do you know you won't? Whoever questions it will provide evidence."

When Frank sat in the passenger seat, Meera was burying her head in Leon's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her shoulders trembling.

"how……?"

Leon raised his index finger and stuck it to his lips.

Silence.

At this time, James, who was still outside the car, appeared, leaning against the car window, knocking on the window without understanding the atmosphere at all.

Frank opened the door: "What's wrong?"

James approached the co-pilot next to him, and said happily: "Boss, the number you provided has a location result. Let's go."

Meera straightened up quickly, wiping her eyes with a wet wipe.

"Sorry, go get busy." She said, moving out of the car.

"I'll come back to you." Leon said apologetically.

Meera snorted, stretched out her hand to pinch his chin, and said softly, "No, no need, God, you don't owe me anything."

Charles again winds up the battery.

Meera thought of Frank standing shoulder to shoulder in the street.

"Going for a drink, then?" Frank asked before they could attract a crowd.

"No." Meera said hard-heartedly, "I'm going back."

"Okay," Frank rubbed the tip of his nose, and asked suddenly before she left, "what if there are only two people in the world?"

"What?" Meera turned her head.

"If you were the only one in the world who wanted me to survive, would you go for a drink with me?" Frank asked nervously, rubbing his hair with his hands.

"Who's going to make the bartenders then?" Meera asked.

When Frank was speechless, she stopped a car, opened the door, and slid in easily: "Goodbye."

Frank watched the car drive away gloomily, and said to himself, "She remembered to say goodbye to me, so it wasn't too bad, was it?"

Binny turned on his phone, thinking about Meera and thinking about the repercussions of Frank's interview on the Internet.

Leon had stopped social networking, but he couldn't, it was his job to gather the people's arguments.

It's just that he has to make sure that he doesn't spread bad comments on the Internet to Leon.

Fortunately, after more than ten days of repeated washing, the boring people have almost left, and the rest who are still insisting on discussing are some voices who really care about these issues:

"It seems that everyone has not noticed that the confrontation between the two laws in state B is like the workers in state A asking for wages, resulting in a very clear class line.

"For the upper-middle class in state A, asking for salary is vexatious, but for the lower-class people, asking for salary is a struggle for survival.

"In state B, let's talk about the 'anti-abortion law' first. Those who fight for this law have no more honest evidence. This is very kind, but it is also stupid. This law also benefits the lower class because Quite simply, incidents of violence leading to unwanted pregnancies occur more in the slums, as do certain occupations.

"What kind of person can't afford the pill? Who can't go across state lines for surgery?

"From the perspective of religion and ethics, I think this proposal is hard to explain, but from the perspective of medicine and society, I can't refute too much.

"Let's talk about the safe drug use law. Where is the most rampant drug use? It's still a desperate slum, but please think about it, except for the middle and upper classes, will there really be poor people going to the safe injection center? Will there really be people who take what should be used for drug use? Survival money says I'm coming here for a safe high even if it's worth three times the normal drug?

"I don't think so. Eliminating drugs rather than expanding them in the name of safety is the best way to go."

"Can the upstairs admit that what Meera said is just a personal situation?

"Excluding religion, should we consider their mental health? If the anti-abortion law is passed, will it lead to encouraging negative social atmosphere? The abortion law was unanimously passed in order to eradicate the proliferation of special occupations and regulate the style of unmarried young men and women. Do us a favor.

"But I agree against safe drug laws. This shit sucks."

The online comments are divided into two factions for the time being. Some people think that Meila is selling miserably, and the big data listed are just grandstanding.

But two different voices have intersected, and that is against Duman's proposal.

Their original intention has been achieved for the time being, so that's good.

Next...

A phone call shows.

Binny answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Corot."

"Lancer escaped from prison." Ke Luo said calmly.

"how come?"

"According to the report, just after the interrogation in the court was over and he was being escorted back to the prison, the police car overturned. They only found the bodies of two prison guards, and Lancer himself was nowhere to be seen." Corot said.

"Did you tell Leon?"

"Aren't you together?"

No, he is in state B.

"They are very worried that Lancer will find someone for revenge. I suspect this person is Leon." Ke Luo warned, "Be careful."

"Of course, this profession is full of risks." After Binnie finished speaking, he quickly cut off the phone and dialed Leon.

Thankfully, the call got through.

"Where are you? I'll pick you up." He said immediately.

"What?" Leon said that he couldn't understand the endless words.

"Where are you?" Binny had to repeat the question patiently, thinking that it would be great if he could drag someone back along the receiver.

"A bar, James located Lusha's friend." Leon said.

If he wants "Urban Legend" together, it should be fine.

Binny let go of his hand slowly: "Are you together?"

"Yeah, I have to—hey!" Leon called out in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Binny clenched his fist again.

"It's okay, a child poured milk into my arms." Leon said, sounding a little embarrassed, "I have to talk to the butcher, God knows where they tied the child. Let's talk later, okay? ? How are the negotiations going?"

"Leon, just heard the news that Lancer escaped from prison."

Leon was silent for a moment and said, "He won't come to me."

"I guess so, but..." said Binny, half apologetic, half chagrined, "I'm so far away."

"Oh, you're worried about this," Leon coughed, "I won't have any complaints against you, you're working for me. It's not that I hired you as a bodyguard, in that case I'll win over Oscar Isn't it superfluous."

"I'm worried about you. I'll rush over as soon as the negotiation is over." Binny said, "Before that, can I call Oscar over?"

"Uh," Leon paused, "Actually, I just troubled Oscar to do something else."

"What?" Binny said excitedly. "What's more important than your safety?!"

"Calm down, that's Lancer, the enemy we've dealt with for the longest time, almost an old friend, don't worry." Leon reassured, "I have to hang up...Damn it, I'll hold back for another glass of milk Keep hitting you, brat, don't force me to violate child protection laws!"

It sounds like a mess over there.The call hangs up immediately.

Allen came over and touched his shoulder with his hand: "It's started again."

Binny stood up, holding the phone in his wet palm, and said calmly, "Let's go."

The author has something to say: the last chapter was rushed, and there was a stupid bug, which I fixed.