I ran for president with scumbag money

There was an ominous commotion outside, very loud, and the sound of a helicopter piercing through the air.

"What's going on?" Leon just walked towards the window, the blood blade closest to the window only opened the curtain a little bit, took a look, and immediately stopped him, "Don't come, Leon!"

"What's wrong?" Leon stopped in his tracks.

"There are troops outside," Xueren said nervously, "and helicopters. I'm sure the two people standing on the helicopter are the media, and they still have microphones and cameras. Don't let them take pictures of you."

Oh.

"Have we recruited the army?" Leon whispered, as if his voice would be heard by people outside.

"Of course there's an automatic alarm in this house," said the butcher, who pinned Traver to the ground, "and now we've set off a national alarm."

Outside the house, there are thousands of special forces soldiers, forming a watertight arc-shaped encirclement. They wear helmets, bulletproof vests, and hold explosion-proof shields. The results of Duman's tax payments over the years.

"Look at that sign, they are anti-terrorism commandos, maybe there are also peacekeeping troops." Blood Blade said.

They thought that the most difficult thing to deal with outside was the lion, but now the lion is not worth mentioning.

"Is there a sniper on the helicopter?" Leon gritted his teeth and asked, feeling dizzy in his head.

"Yes. But we won't be so stupid as to open the curtains." Blood Blade lowered the curtains and continued, "Where is Duman? If he's not in this house, it's hard to guarantee whether he will..."

"His son is still in our hands!" the butcher gestured.

"I'm afraid he's not worth much chips," Leon said. "It seems that there is already a gap between him and Duman. Otherwise, how could Duman escape alone without warning him?"

"Call your old man and ask him where the hell is, or we'll burn your house down," growled the butcher.

"I can't get through the phone," Traver said with a pale face, obviously he was also nervous, "We can go to the monitoring room to see what happened here."

"The people outside..."

"Push Traver to the window, they will be cautious when they find that we have hostages." Blood Blade said, "Then I will go to the monitoring room with the meat grinder, Leon, you too."

"I feel like we're gone forever on the road of crime." Leon said with empty eyes.

"Come on, I'll find you a hoodie." Blood Blade comforted him.

"Beware of snipers," Leon said nervously to the butcher, "you can use Traver as a cover."

"Wow, State A representative, is this how you serve taxpayers? It really opened my eyes." Traver sarcastically said.

"It's much easier for you to be beaten to death and say nothing." Leon replied coldly.

In fact, without Leon, the werewolf had already pulled Traver's hair, forcing him to stand up, and while blocking the window, opened the curtains.

"Durman's heir is in our hands!" he roared.

Well, Leon thought sadly, the kidnappers have been convicted.

Before they knew how to escape from the layers of armed forces, they were already charged with crimes.

They walked to the monitoring room.

Lusha struggled to find a way to escape safely in the unfamiliar house.

Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone along the way.

The guard's walkie-talkie was also confiscated by her, and it is now quietly in her pocket, as if no one noticed her escape.

Rather than saying that the other party was careless or negligent, it might be better to say that she didn't take her to heart at all.Lusha thought bitterly.

Along the way, she tried to open the door of every room she met, put her ears on the door first, and opened it directly when she couldn't hear any noise inside: some were storage rooms, and the things inside were packed in sacks. For things like raw materials, some are large laboratories full of instruments, and some cannot be opened at all, and are locked firmly.

Her hand hurt more and more, and her steps became more and more faltering. Finally, she found a study room through a door.

Here is a study with lots of bookshelves and an open window.

Lusha didn't know if she could escape directly through the window. Her left hand was useless, and she still had a gun in her right hand. She really couldn't do things like "climb down the rope".

She walked in, closed the door casually, her shoes on the plush carpet, silencing the sound of her footsteps.

The computer on the table was turned on, and a USB flash drive was plugged into the main unit, and the screen displayed "Copying", Lusha pulled it out subconsciously without thinking, and stuffed it into her pocket.

After doing this, she realized that the computer here was still running, which meant that the owner would come back anytime.

She suddenly turned around and wanted to go out. The door had already opened. Edson walked in with a tablet. When he saw her, he looked surprised: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Lusha pursed her lips, ran towards the window, stopped by the window, and thought discouragedly: Is it possible that I can still jump?

Edson shrugged and walked towards her. Lusha raised the gun and pointed at him, her voice tense: "Stop, don't move!"

"Are you running away?" Edson raised his eyebrows and said in an "I see" tone.

Hearing these words, Lusha was furious: "Otherwise what do you think I'm doing?"

"Entertainment, play, I don't know what's going on in a woman's mind." Edson said, "Why are you running away?"

"I...you lock me up, of course I want to escape!"

"Liberals, ha." Edson snorted, "I told you, I want to negotiate with you, of course I won't kill you, just wait for your team to eliminate Duman, just come here directly. Of course, if They died together with Duman, or died in Duman's hands, then you have to worry, because I will use your life to exchange for Duman's trust."

"I won't let you arrange my life," Lusha said angrily, "Only my future husband can interfere with what I want and what I should do."

"Oh, you mean Traver?"

"of course not!"

Facing Lusha, who was like a cat blowing fur, Edson pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

"You have absolutely no idea, do you?" he asked.

"Know what?" Lusha stared at him, threatening, "I just know that if you move again, I will punch your chest."

"The funder!" Edson said impatiently, "Who do you think has supported your father and his small team with funds over the years?"

"Who is... wait," Lusha froze, "You mean, are you a helper?"

"You're not stupid, why do you do stupid things?"

"you're lying!"

"What are you doing lying to you? Your father and I had an agreement long ago. I was still working under Duman at that time, but I had to leave a way out for myself. Duman is a troublesome man, he is very suspicious, and his throat is blocked by blood every now and then. The boss just wants his employees to commit suicide slowly, and if he doesn't like it, he will let the employees die with one blow." Edson finished speaking in one breath, and took a breath.

"How can Dad help you? He hates drug dealers." Lusha said with a trembling voice.

"Not entirely." Edson admitted, "He hated Duman. The culprit for your mother's death was Duman. The stray bullet she encountered in the coffee shop was shot by Duman. So I paid for it." , he contributes, we join hands.

"Who knew he would die in the middle? It's a pity. But it doesn't matter, my plan has come to an end."

Lusha's mind was in a mess, and she reluctantly asked, "Does Dad know your plan?"

"I think he guessed it." Edson smiled at her. "Like you, he is an overly emotional and smart person. I think he guessed a little bit."

"By the way, I have something else to show you." Edson raised the tablet in his hand and said, "You must be interested."

He opened the folders one by one, and finally a video appeared, loaded, and played.

Lusha looked at the picture, there were bar counters, elegant seats, lights, and people talking and laughing with cups, meditating, looking at mobile phones, or writing something.

This, she realized, was a cafe.

This is a surveillance video of a coffee shop.

Not long after, gunshots rang out, and the leisurely people on the screen suddenly panicked. They screamed and ran, and a woman sitting by the window fell down unexpectedly...

Lusha's nose was sore and her eyes were cloudy with tears.

She knew the identity of this person, although her mother's appearance was blurred in her memory.

There is a difference between seeing and hearing.

"I heard my mother died in a gunfight" and "I saw my mother died in a gunfight" are equally painful, but she feels very different.

"After the incident, your father has been looking for clues. Duman ordered me to transfer the surveillance," Edson said, "so it has been kept in my records. I had an agreement with your father. He worked for me. , I will give him the video."

"Will you really give it?" Lusa asked hoarsely.

"Of course I'm going to give it to him," Edson said, "but he's already died, so I can hand it over to you on the condition that—you see, what you want, people can't give you for free, right? Sure. What are the conditions in exchange?"

"You want me to work for you too?"

"I just said you are as smart as your father."

Lusha smiled sadly: "It sounds like you are a scumbag. You tricked me into having sex with you, and said that you would definitely marry me."

"Do you have to understand it from the relationship between men and women?" Edson asked strangely, "Can you understand everything through love novels? This is also a skill. You can't say that I and you dad……"

"Shut up!" The last line of sanity finally broke, and Lusha shot.

It was she who miscalculated the recoil of the gun. The scene in the movie where the gun can be manipulated freely with only one hand seems to be deceiving. Even if there is, it must not be her.

So her arm swayed in a big arc, and the bullet flew to the ceiling, far away from Edson, without even a trace of the wound.

Lusha was panting, her heart full of sadness: this is not a repeating gun, her left hand is no longer allowed to load the bullet.

Edson also noticed this. He smiled triumphantly, straightened his clothes, and was about to say something when he saw Lusha close her eyes and lean back resolutely.

"Hey!" Seeing that the situation was not good, he rushed forward immediately.

late.

Lusha's body rolled over from the window sill.

Edson rushed to the window sill, his instinctively outstretched arm was empty.

He looked down, and there was no scene of Lusha falling to death as he had imagined. The height was not enough for her to fall to death, but there was no scene of her falling and being injured. She just fell into the arms of a young man.

The man in suit and leather shoes lowered his head, hugged Lusha across his arms and rushed out, running straight to a car without a license plate.

The person in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator almost as soon as he saw him get in the car.

This is where Edson made drugs. For safety reasons, he didn't place many people here.

Now it seems that he can't catch up.

Edson clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the window sill.

When she fell into Binny's arms, Lusha was still in shock, unable to imagine that she would be safe.

Well, I can't say it's safe, after all, she was just taking a gamble just now, and she didn't expect the opponent to catch her at all.What's more, Binny was alone, and no one knew whether Edson would send someone to chase him out.But compared to Leon, Binny has a calm sense of "appearance means peace of mind".

But, what a coincidence, right?

"Why are you here?" Lusha asked.

"The negotiation is over," Binney replied honestly, "I'm afraid that Leon will be too busy, so I went to State B to support. I happened to meet Oscar."

He looked at the driver and indicated that "Oscar" was the man's name.

"Thank you, Oscar," Lusa said to him immediately.

Oscar said "Yes" indifferently, and Lusha didn't understand his character, so she didn't care about it.

"How do you know I'm here?" Lusha asked again.

"James...well, it's a long story. We've got to get you to the hospital right away," said Binny, worriedly, examining her injured hand carefully.

As soon as Binny finished the negotiation, he drove to State B. Knowing that they were busy people, Alan went to receive the representative of Tex for the dinner on his own.

On the way, he received an address from James. Leon had no time to go, and told him to arrive in time to find out the situation.

Even though he was so worried about Leon, Binny chose to help Leon do what he wanted to do: drive the car to the signal gate.

To be on the safe side, he brought Oscar along, and listened to him complaining about the "boss"'s unreliable operations along the way.

The two of them wandered downstairs, and before they could discuss how to sneak in, they saw Lusha appearing on the window sill and spotted them too.

The only thing I didn't expect was that Lusha would jump off the window sill.

Regarding this result, Binny couldn't laugh or cry, but just came up with this idea: indeed, none of the people Leon met was safe.

Lusha is not someone who can be dismissed with vague explanations, and it seems that now is not a good time to press her. She shut her mouth wisely and sat in the passenger seat, sleepy and tired, hungry and thirsty.

Oscar's cell phone rang, and while driving, he threw the cell phone to Binny and asked him to pick it up.

Binny pressed the play button, and Charles screamed from over there: "Binney, can you see the news video?"

And James also screamed: "Boss, I love you! I will always follow you!"

Binny had a headache from the two of them arguing: "What's going on?"

"Search for live news!" Listening to the voice, it was James who grabbed Charles' cell phone and yelled loudly.

Binny easily found the live news on the Internet, and his blood froze all over his body just by looking at it, and Lusha in the back seat even screamed: "What did Leon do?!"

"What?" Oscar almost pulled the car out of the driveway.

"I knew it," Lusha's emotions were completely broken, crying and laughing, "Leon would make a bigger mess than me, and be crazier."

After saying this, she passed out.

"What now?" Oscar looked at Binny.

"We've got to take her to the hospital," Binny said awkwardly. "It's . . . "

"Okay," Oscar patted the back of his head, "I'll take her to the hospital, you catch that lunatic quickly, this state will almost fail!"

This matter has to be talked about after Leon and the others entered the monitoring room:

The video recording in the monitoring room clearly shows that Duman was taken away at gunpoint in the garage. The man was wearing a hoodie, his back was facing the monitoring, and he was wearing a hat, which completely blocked his head, causing him to be shot by any means. Can't see his face clearly.

"Well, we can only pray that that person has bad intentions for Duman." Xue Ren said disappointedly.

"Garage." Leon said, staring at the video.

"what happened?"

"We can go to the garage, find a car and get out!"

It was a good plan, so they went upstairs at once, found the others, and ran to the garage.

As soon as the indoor garage door was opened, Leon and the others were immediately stunned. The number of luxury cars here exceeded their imagination. Dumanmen is fun to collect cars, and the center surrounded by cars is actually——

"We choose this modified car!" Someone screamed, breaking the dead silence.

"Is this a car? This is bullshit! Isn't he a monster!"

"What's going on? Why is it so different in your garage?" Leon screamed at Traver.

Getting him to scream is pretty telling.

Although Leon knew that rich people must park high-end vehicles in their garages, but this huge monster in front of him is not just a "vehicle" that can be summed up.

Other luxury cars, even RVs, are like small loaves of bread in front of it, not worth mentioning, it is not standing out from the crowd, it is an asteroid standing in the crowd.

How to describe the huge front of the car, the majestic carriage, the huge tires, and the countless grooves where rockets can be placed inside, it seems that there is no sense of disobedience in driving it around in the world of "Legend of Sword Wind", or Said, driving it can fight a wave of Gundam or Ultraman.

If it has a three-stage upright transformation now, it can even be pulled to the set to make a cameo as a Cybertronian.

Traver, despite being strapped, exudes a certain arrogance: "After I saw 'Mad Max,' I threw the movie disc to the Cadillac designers and told them 'I want the exact same car, make me Come out,' and that's what they've done with the off-road truck."

"I definitely want to drive, drive this!" The werewolf's eyes lit up, stuttering with excitement, he opened the car door, "You, have you ever driven it on the road before?"

"How can it be driven on the road? The road can't..."

"Okay baby, your 'first' is mine!"

Traver shut his mouth and gave a look of eating a fly.

Leon scratched his cheeks, although it was their purpose to walk directly from the mansion to the garage and drive away from the encirclement of lions and armed forces, but such an exaggerated car that seems to want to rule the world is still a bit...

"Don't worry about it, just say you can't get in?" The werewolf saw through his thoughts at a glance, "If you don't get in, we are leaving. You can choose a Beetle yourself."

"Fuck you, of course I want to!" Leon showed a dignified expression, "This is for the future of Country X!"

Besides, what man wouldn't want the chance to drive a supercar?If money can solve it, please design Gundam too!

"Please tell me that this thing can breathe fire, please." Xueren clasped his hands together, as if he was devout enough that this chariot could really evolve this function by itself.

"Don't think about it, it's for civilian use." Traver said sullenly.

"You call tanks civilian use? The design concept is completely wrong, fire that designer!"

"You proletarians don't know how to fire labor? Think about how someone can support a large family by him alone." Traver said eccentrically.

The meat grinder took the opportunity to climb into the cab, and Leon pulled his hair out: "Fair competition."

"Don't make trouble, you don't know how to drive at all." The werewolf gave him a blank look.

"It's not a car, it's a Gundam. As long as you have love in your heart, everyone can become a driver of Destiny Gundam." Leon said deeply.

The four of them pointed their middle fingers at him in unison. Judging from the unwilling expressions, if Traver hadn't been tied up, he would have done the same.

In a critical moment, they almost fought over who should be the driver. In the end, the butcher took the lead and overwhelmed everyone to get into the driver's seat.

"If you have any objections, let's talk about it when you become president." He silenced Leon's protest with one sentence, "From now on, you will use this car to clear the way every day when you travel."

"People will see your face," Bloodblade said, "so you'd better hide in a corner."

"It's not fair, I'm in the most handsome car, and I actually have to hide my face..." Leon muttered, put on the hood sadly, and shrank in the really small space behind the seat, with the bundled up rice dumpling. Traver face to face.

The sound of the engine of the modified chariot was earth-shattering, as if Odin was traveling in a chariot with lightning and thunder, the garage door thick enough to prevent surface-to-air weapons was smashed without any struggle, and the huge tires ran over the ground, so Wherever it passes are ruts.

The lions ran away in fright, and they didn't have the courage to stop them.

They smashed through the outer gate of the castle and rushed out onto the road, so fast that they couldn't stop.

The troops were in chaos and receded like a tide. The bullets hit the modified chariot without pain, and no one wanted to be a piece of meat under the wheel.

Only the camera on the helicopter continued to follow them, and I had to praise the reporter for their dedication.

"Let's have some music."

As soon as Xueren finished speaking, Leon turned to the music stand with a tacit understanding.

"The first snow in 2002 came later than before..."

"Crack" he turned off the music again.

The fanaticism just now was quenched by a bucket of cold water, and even a little embarrassed.

"Why do you listen to this kind of song on the super tank?" Butcher looked at Traver with a look of "you're out of your mind".

"Blame me?" Traver objected, "You guys are going to open an exotic music station."

Leon immediately adjusted the bandstand, and a roar of "My heart is like an open highway, Like Frankies said, Ididit myway, I just wanna live while I'malive..." came out.

The painting style finally came together.

They rushed to the highway screaming and groaning along with the music, completely becoming the headline news that shocked the whole country.