I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

The crackling sound came from the mayor's office at the highest level of the city government. The secretary outside was frightened by the sound and shrank his head, burying his head and pretending to be busy.

Just then, a hand appeared on the table in front of her and knocked on the table.

Looking up along the hand, she found that it was the newcomer who often went in and out of the mayor's office.

When he first came, they discussed his identity in private.

After all, handsome guys are really rare in the city government. There are either senior executives over fifty years old or ordinary men who are forgotten after seeing them. Edward's appearance is like a lotus in the mud, which is very eye-catching.

And Edward's face is similar to that of the mayor, and the privilege of being able to enter and exit the office freely also made the news of his son spread inside.

Since the mayor appointed Edward to the External Liaison Department yesterday, they have been discussing privately whether this is the mayor paving the way for his son, planning to let him accumulate qualifications from the bottom first so that he can take over his job in the future.

The term of office of each mayor of Gotham City is three years, and he can be re-elected no more than twice.

The current mayor Molly Weston's term is about to end, and the next election will start soon. If nothing unexpected happens, Molly's re-election is a foregone conclusion based on Gotham's extremely low crime rate during the past three years.

But the key is that there are no accidents.

Thinking of the news that someone reported not long ago, the secretary smiled bitterly, carefully pointed to the office, and then shook her head.

Edward saw what the secretary meant and smiled nervously.

The secretary was stunned for a moment, feeling that he seemed to be a little bit wrong. Just when she wanted to ask Edward if he was feeling uncomfortable, she saw that the other party ignored her hand to stop him, turned around and pushed open the door of the office.

As soon as he entered the door, his feet touched the fragments of the teacup.

At this time, there was another person in the room besides his father. The young man was standing there trembling, and he didn't even dare to look at someone when he heard someone coming in.

Seeing that it was Edward who came in, Molly's expression that was about to get angry paused.

He sat back in his chair and waved his hand to let people go out first.

After seeing the young man leave with an expression of finally coming back to life, Edward did not ask what happened, but reported his gains in Moore Building.

Hearing that the owner of the building would come to visit him in person later, Molly nodded to show that he understood.

After this incident, Molly's originally furious mood eased a little, and he began to talk to Edward about the incident that made him feel bad when he thought about it.

After hearing that many citizens outside the police station had developed from protesting the police station's handling of the case to boycotting the smart brain, Edward's eyes turned and took the initiative to ask him to evacuate the citizens and appease the masses.

"Let you go?"

Molly originally wanted to go there in person to appease the situation, and at the same time send reporters to take pictures and publish them in the newspaper, so that he could also win the favor of Gotham citizens and canvass for votes for his next election.

"Yes, on the one hand, I am a psychologist and know how to appease the masses. On the other hand, the scene is chaotic and it is easy to breed violence. If any citizen takes extreme actions, you will easily become a target after you go there."

Seeing that his father was somewhat moved, Edward continued: "Most citizens are just blinded by public opinion. I will wait until the police catch the few people who caused the riots before showing up. By then, those citizens who are just being used will calm down and know how stupid their actions are."

"Okay, I believe you, Edward, you are my proudest son."

Listening to his father speaking to him in a gentle tone that he had never used before, Edward couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

When he was his son, he didn't get any praise.

But as a subordinate who could help him establish authority among the voters, he received unprecedented preferential treatment.

Edward smiled as he watched his father make a few more phone calls, gave him a few more high-sounding titles, and then got up to send him out.

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"Boss, Edward Winston's call."

Xie Qi took the phone from Sergei and said while looking at the clouds passing by the window.

"Edward, have you missed me in such a short time?"

Hearing Xie Qi's words, Sergei's expression remained unchanged and he continued to fill the tea on the table.

"Well, I know, I'll be there in a while."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qi stood up happily and told Sergei to prepare the car. They were going to the downtown police station.

They had already learned about the riot at the police station and were waiting for the right time to take action.

After the other side called Xie Qi to inform him, Edward sat in the car, used the rearview mirror to turn it over as a mirror, brushed his hair back, and then stared at his face from left to right.

The staff sitting in the driver's seat was a little puzzled.I wonder why this usually polite man suddenly changed today.

"Excuse me, can we set off now?"

The staff member didn't know why he asked for his opinion, but he just did it naturally.

Edward let go of the rearview mirror reluctantly, then turned his head and stared out the window and said, "Let's go."

The staff member silently adjusted the rearview mirror and started the car.

The city hall is not far from the police station, less than three kilometers, and it takes about ten minutes to drive there.

It is no longer as neat and quiet as it used to be. Many people and police are mixed together, the streets are blocked by crowds, and the sound of drivers honking their horns is also deafening.

The staff member didn't expect it to be so messy here, and he didn't want to drive in.

But at this time, he found that the person sitting next to him had gotten off the car, ignored the group of people outside, and walked straight into the police station.

The staff member was told to assist Edward in advance, but before he got off the car, he saw that the person who had just entered the police station came out again soon, and he was holding a horn in his hand.

If you have experienced a bank robbery, you will find that this loudspeaker is the one held by the captain of the security guard that day.

Now it is in Edward's hand, and it is going to play its role again.

"Hey, can you hear me? The garbage of Gotham City."

Due to the distortion of the voice caused by the amplification, some dull voices spread from Edward.

The staff saw the crowd that quieted down because of this sentence, and found that the culprit was now walking towards him.

All the citizens who were attacked had red eyes after being hit by a word of garbage. From the perspective of the staff, they looked like vampires, and gradually looked towards him as Edward moved.

This scene scared him so much that his legs trembled, but the man who was focused by all the attention was still calm and walked over while continuing to talk.

"If you can hear it, use your brains that are already filled with garbage to think about it. It is said that the intelligent brain controls you and monitors you, but what capital do you have to let the intelligent brain control you?"

Edward walked to the side of the car, ignored the horrified eyes of the staff, and jumped onto the roof of the car.

"Without the intelligent brain, how could you have your current job? Without the intelligent brain, you would live in fear every day. Because of the intelligent brain, you, a bunch of rubbish that should have been eliminated by society, have survived and are living well. You can even coerce the heroes who have brought you so many benefits. Only rubbish like you with brains the size of almonds can do this, right?"