A black doctor from a certain American comic

Even if you are so good at pretending, you have to finish it even while kneeling - Lu Xun.

Murphy is now on the pirate ship and can't get off even if he thinks about it.

We can only hope that Smith, a teammate, can be more powerful and resolve both sides' forces at once.

……

Councilor Rutledge agreed to Smith's request for a meeting, much to Smith's relief.

All the men in the New York underworld wanted to fuck him, and he was under a lot of pressure.

But what Smith didn't know was that Congressman Rutledge was a standard politician.

To borrow what Boss Du said about Chang Kaishen, politicians' employment of people is like using a chamber pot - someone takes it out when they need to urinate, and then stuffs it back under the bed where no one can see it.

Smith foolishly boarded Senator Rutledge's plane.

As a result, Senator Rutledge sold him directly.

He compromised for the sake of his life, endorsed gun management with his future political rights, and colluded with the arms giant Hammerson in an attempt to kill Smith.

But Smith is stupid, and Rutledge is even stupider than him. You said that there is collusion between government and business, and everyone knows it. It would be better if they cooperate with each other tacitly. Isn't making the relationship public is asking for trouble?

As long as you seize the opportunity to cure your own illness first, everything will be easy...

But this idiot brought Hammerson and Hammerson's men who were chasing Smith onto the plane. As a result, Smith saw the flaw and successfully completed the counterattack...

Rutledge's brain circuit is difficult for people to understand. What on earth do you want to bring Hammerson's people on the plane?

Control Smith and force him to hand over the baby?

But people have already come to your door and want to give it to you...

Is it okay if you want to have a falling out after you get the baby?

It can be seen from this that officials may not be mentally retarded.

Rabbit also has an official joke - do you want to speak for the people, or do you want to speak for the party?

Smith successfully hijacked Senator Rutledge and carried him to the belly of the plane in full view of everyone.

"Rutledge, your assassination death will arouse public outrage and make the public strongly support your gun ban bill. With sympathy votes in Congress, the gun ban bill will win an overwhelming victory. You will go down in history!"

Smith tied Rutledge tightly to the iron frame, picked up a gun and put it against Rutledge's forehead, and read a eulogy for him like a cat crying like a mouse.

"what?"

Rutledge looked confused.

Brother, have you misunderstood?

Our donkey party’s so-called ban on guns is just selling sheep’s heads as dog meat. It is the kind of fake gun ban that only allows state officials to set fires to please the public!

Do you think I can really ban guns?

Whether it is the folk culture that came from the Revolutionary War, the powers granted by the Constitution, or the entanglements of interest groups, the ban on guns is actually a false proposition here.

Not to mention other things, there are nearly 300 million private guns in Yingjiang. If we really want to ban guns, we will have to send the army to suppress them.

Don't look at my relatively high public opinion ratings now, but according to a Gallup survey, less than half of Americans support strict gun laws. Those who advocate gun bans only account for 27 of the people surveyed, while those who oppose gun bans account for 72.

The daily life of Yingjiang people is inseparable from firearms. Even if you don't have a car or a house, as long as you have a gun with enough firepower, girls will still marry you.

Hammerson wanted to mess with me just because their company had invested huge sums of money in developing new gun types and was forced into a corner with no way out.

I haven’t seen that there are so many Eagle Sauce giants, but only a small military industry such as Hammerson Industries is chasing me?

If it were really possible for me to implement a total gun ban, I'm afraid most of the people in Yingjiang would have to drop bombs on my house.

You have too high expectations for me, brother!

I don’t want to think about other messy things for now, I have to find a way to survive first.

Rutledge looked calm on the surface, but deep down he was actually panicking!

As a standard politician, Rutledge knows that you can't wake up a fanatical person, and there is no use trying to reason with him.

After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to elaborate his point of view from another aspect and exude his bastard spirit.

"Come on! Shoot! As long as my death can be exchanged for a gun ban bill..."

"boom!"

Rutledge looked at Smith in disbelief, why can't I finish my sentence?

Do you know how emotional my speech is?

Do you know how many criminals woke up after listening to my speech when I gave a speech in prison?

I'm just a hair away from shaking my body and making you kneel under my jeans...

Smith picked his ears. What did he want to say just now?

He's had too many gunfights lately, and he's got a bit of tinnitus and can't hear clearly, and there's too much noise on the plane.

Forget it, never mind, maybe you are afraid of death and want to beg me for mercy!

……

Several small black spots appeared in the sky and enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Well, that's a body falling at great speed.

After a moment, he fell into an abandoned factory.

And Smith was still shooting at Hammerson's men in mid-air.

He was so awesome that he managed to fuck more than ten big men without any damage.

It was just that when descending, the parachute opened a little slowly, causing some shock injuries due to the fall.

He crawled into the factory with difficulty, trying to find a place to hide, but he couldn't bear the injury and fainted.

When he woke up, he saw another wretched face that should not appear in this world, smiling very wildly: "Smith, you finally fell into my hands, can you run away again if you have the ability? This time Let’s see how you escape!”

Finally fell into his hands?

Smith felt his anus tighten.

In order to show his "perseverance" in the fight, Smith spat hard with blood on his face.

The bearded man was well prepared, easily dodged Smith's saliva, and said with a ferocious smile: "Smith, tell me the location of the woman and the baby, so that I can make your death more comfortable...otherwise..."

Let me die more comfortably...

Afraid of jg.

Shaking!

Soon, several black SUVs arrived, and a team of bodyguards carefully protected a person getting out of the car.

The weapons used were 1911 pistols, 5 micro punches, and Remington 870 shotguns. The equipment was very sophisticated, and even the suits and leather shoes were customized versions of the same style.

Hammerson is here!

In front of the master, the bearded man tried his best to perform and said a lot of cruel words to Smith.

Unfortunately, Smith just thought he was farting.

"It seems it's time to give you something powerful to try. Believe me, it will make you happy!" The bearded man became angry and pressed Smith's palm on the machine tool in the factory. He took out a dagger and prepared to cut several pieces of Smith into pieces first. Play with your fingers.

It depends on whether Smith can hold on.

He is a professional when it comes to criminal law.

"Believe me, the thing that can make me happy is most likely your ass!"

"How dare you speak harshly when you are about to die!" The bearded man's eyes flashed with blood, and with a stern look on his face, he snorted coldly and raised the knife in his hand...

"boom!"

The bearded man let out a scream that stopped suddenly. A bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead, his pupils lost their luster, and his body drooped weakly.

The corner of Mindy's mouth curled up, she chewed the gum in her mouth, slightly moved the modified Barrett sniper rifle in her hand, and aimed her gaze at the next target.