I ran for president with scumbag money

"Morton, wake up."

Who is calling him?

very noisy……

"Leon! Leon!"

Leon struggled to open his eyes, feeling a splitting headache, and his eyelids felt as heavy as a stone had fallen.

He felt like he had been asleep for a century.

"Awake?" The people around him smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I can't move when I speak, it almost scared me to death."

Leon had just woken up, his eyes were blurred, his vision was completely out of focus, and he was still in a daze.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the man punched him: "Still in a daze, why? Can't bear to wake up?"

wake up……

Leon rubbed his eyes and looked at the computer in front of him.

Although it is a part-time job, he has taken too many jobs and faces the computer every day, making him dizzy: "I seem to have a dream."

"Yes, you can dream when you're working, you're awesome." The man curled his lips, "How many times have I told you, rest when you're too tired, rest when you're too tired..."

"You're really nagging." Leon smiled and said weakly.

This person is his roommate.

Leaving school and renting a house outside, Leon found that the rent was far beyond his imagination.

In the original text, he also complained that the school’s annual accommodation fee of [-] yuan was too high at the beginning of the semester. Who would have thought that the school’s fees were simply charity.Outside the school, in a slightly developed area with a higher concentration of people, an ordinary shared room costs at least [-] yuan a month.

What's more unfortunate is that the year Leon graduated coincided with the economic downturn and the rising unemployment rate. The government began to regulate and control the city. All housing is prohibited from renting out, and housing prices have risen again and again, setting off a wave of "homecoming waves".

Leon didn't want to go back to his hometown, and he didn't have a "hometown" in the true sense, let alone living on the streets, so he sent messages looking for roommates on various websites.

He was fully prepared mentally.

Finding a roommate is not difficult, but it is not easy. One is whether the rent and utility bills can be negotiated, and the other is whether the character of the roommate is compatible.

With the pressure from all sides, fewer and fewer people are self-cultivating, and more and more hostile people.

Leon didn't want to be on the headlines of social newspapers before he took root in the city.

As a result, after a series of meetings, Leon found that finding a roommate was similar to the "blind date" event in the TV series. He met so many wonderful things before and after, and he was exhausted when he finally decided on the day.

The roommate's name is Thomas, and like Leon, he is a freelancer, a cartoonist by profession, busy, a night owl, and more importantly, straight and doesn't care about his sexuality.

"What dream did you have?" the roommate asked.

"I dreamed..." Leon recalled his dream, "I'm running for president."

"Huh? You? Hahahahaha! Tell me about it!" Thomas burst into a burst of hearty laughter, and took out two cans of beer from the small refrigerator at hand, "Here, tell me."

The two still rented a room in a shared house: an oversized bedroom, the landlord built an independent bathroom to save space, the balcony was divided into two parts, and part of it was converted into a kitchen.

The rent is [-] yuan, and water and electricity bills are calculated separately.

This space is a bit small for two big men. After some discussion, the two of them simply dragged the bed out of the room and returned it to the landlord. They laid the bed and quilt directly on the floor, leaving only the computer desk, chair and wardrobe, and everything else There is no need for furniture, so things like small refrigerators and microwave ovens are placed on the floor, and they are often buried under the quilt. The interior is too messy to talk about.

If you occasionally work overtime and stay up late and forget to throw out the trash to clean up the vegetarian lunch box, the smell will be even more touching.

So, the two made a new rule to ensure cleanliness, that is, "shoes and socks must be taken off when entering the house".

Leon recalled his dream, took a sip of cold beer, and said: "I dreamed that I debuted as an actor, became a star, was very popular, attracted tens of millions of fans screaming to marry me, and won prizes There are seven or eight rich people who are my suitors. But I actually have a dream, which is to run for president. Being a star is to run for president.”

Thomas was overjoyed when he heard it: "Why do I think this is a promotional slogan? 'For the sake of the election, Leon Morton resolutely decided to debut and become an idol'?"

Leon ignored him and continued to recall: "At the peak of my acting career, I also made enough money from rich people. I announced my participation in the election, and everyone went crazy: fans expressed that they would give me People from all walks of life made a lot of comments when they voted.

"Critics jumped out to criticize me as an actor, I shouldn't be running, and I was escorted back by fans. I published a lot of black histories of rich people on the Internet. It turned out that I was only in love with them just to get a blow that could kill them. handle."

"Damn it," Thomas raised his eyebrows, looking him up and down, "I can't see that you are a five-person boy, and you are still a black belly in your dream?"

"Fuck you, it's all a dream." Leon relaxed, and pushed him with a smile, "Check to see if there are any quick-frozen food in the refrigerator, I'm starving to death, no one will tell you a story."

Thomas rummaged through the refrigerator again.

They were working overtime during this period, no one went out to eat, the microwave food had been swept away long ago, and even the beer was almost exhausted, only a few bottles left.

I have to go to the supermarket to scan the goods again.

"Just a bag of microwave popcorn, would you like it?"

"Forget it, let's order takeaway." Leon sighed and complained, "I can eat and live much better than this in my dream."

"No, there is everything in the dream. Why don't you stop eating and go to sleep." Thomas rolled his eyes and said.

Leon raked his hair with his hands, drank beer, and fumbled for his phone.

"And then?" Thomas asked again.

"Oh? Oh, the post was deleted at one point. At this moment, a publishing house contacted me. An employee, named Ai Ruide, said that he could help me publish a book in violation of the regulations, so the criminal evidence of the rich was collected into a book and published. up.

"The evidence I released caused an uproar. The rich fell one after another and were either arrested or prosecuted. Their backers were definitely unwilling, so they hired a killer organization to assassinate me. At this time, someone came out to protect me."

"Who is their backer?"

Thomas seemed to have committed an occupational disease. He dug out a material book and a pen from the quilt, and wrote and drew on them.

"The neighboring country is an extremely developed country, country O, which has always controlled the country I am in, country X, and the rich consortium, including the army, are all pawns of country O." Leon said half of it felt wrong, "What are you writing about? ? You don't want to draw this story, do you?"

"It's not that you don't know. I like this kind of subject matter. I have never been inspired. Tell me more. If the draft is over, I will treat you to dinner." Thomas begged, "You don't write or draw, it's a waste to leave it alone." .”

"Convince you." Leon expressed helplessness for the other party's professionalism, "In short, Ered and I both applied for political asylum and left the country for the time being. There was a man in the company..."

He paused.

"There's a man, what's wrong?" Thomas urged.

Leon trembled his lips, but did not speak.

"What's the matter?" Thomas asked again, holding his pen, looking up.

Leon took a sip of beer, threw the empty can aside, looked at the floor, suddenly sneered, and said frivolously: "It's not that you don't know my buddy's sexuality, what else can it be? You can change this paragraph, change it to seven The eight beauties are in line with your usual style of work."

"Whose consistent work style?" Thomas understood instantly, and immediately changed the subject jokingly, "Seven or eight beauties? Fuck, let alone whether the work can pass the review, I think you want me to be arrested and sent to labor reform, right? "

"Looking at your physique like a little chicken, what's wrong with reforming through labor? Reforming through labor is equal to gaining muscle."

"Picking up soap is about the same."

"Go away!"

"Later? Then what happened?"

Leon recalled for a while, and his face became gloomy: "We fled abroad, all assets were frozen, and we lived a very difficult life. During the hunt, people continued to die because of me, and Ai Ruide was also forced to be separated. Only The two are always by my side.

"But running away is not an option. On the day Lusa - I remember the girl's name - died, I was still in prison. I have been to prison three times. They asked me to be sent back to the country, but because I I applied for political asylum, so neither the Secretary of State nor the court of this country approved it. I also took advantage of this loophole and survived."

Thomas wrote quickly, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect Gao Neng to have tears. When can I have such a dream, and I don't worry about not being able to draw something. After that?"

"My fanatic, Lancer, decided to assassinate the president of country O. He secretly drove away a fighter plane, attacked the car of the president of country O, and later detonated it, and both died."

"Are you so fanatical? This paragraph sounds interesting, but you must not draw it!"

"The death of the President of Country O became a thorn in the sidelines. There is no direct evidence to prove that Lancer was ordered by me, but it is an indisputable fact that Lancer was assassinated because of me."

"Is Lancer the one you mentioned?"

"No!" Leon categorically denied, "He..." He squeezed the center of his brows, and said casually, "It's nothing, that person is just a passerby. Maybe it's subconscious that the plot is too boring, so add some emotional drama to me. "

"Well, okay," Thomas didn't ask too much. As a straight man, his attention was all on the plot, "What happened after that?"

"Everyone began to spread rumors that I was a big dictator, and my peaceful speeches could no longer be trusted. Country O assembled troops and came to the front line, demanding that the country hand me over to them, and pay for the president of country O with blood."

"This is too exciting." Thomas sighed and kept writing.

"For me, the biggest problem is the army. Fortunately, I have a friend, Lowy, who I rescued in the mine once, and he vowed to repay me. He trained a state mercenary to serve me All you need." Leon lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, "But mercenaries are still fanciful against the army, and I'm in a predicament."

"It's difficult," Thomas agreed.

He was about to say something more when the doorbell rang.

"The takeaway is here." Leon stood up, opened the door, picked up the takeaway bag, kicked the bedding off the floor all the way, and put the bag on the ground, "Let's eat together."

"Eating fried chicken again? Do you have any concept of 'food' in your mind?" Thomas muttered, taking out the fried chicken box from the bag, "Smokers too, when can I quit?"

Leon was stunned for a moment, looked at the cigarette butt with sparks, and said softly: "Stop smoking this box."

"I believe you!" Thomas laughed. "The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday...you said that."

"This time it's true." Leon said solemnly, "I will quit."

Seeing that he wasn't joking, the smile on Thomas' face disappeared, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"In my dream, I killed someone because of a cigarette." Leon said briefly, "I still have lingering fears."

"Yes, is that person?" Thomas had a flexible mind and a big brain, and immediately thought of Leon's implication.

"Don't ask." Leon said, waving his hands, "That's just a dream."

"Being stimulated by a dream to the point of quitting smoking..." Thomas muttered, "It's not easy."

Leon didn't speak, put on plastic gloves, picked out a piece of fried chicken from the box, and ate it quickly.

It's raining.

Binny looked up at the dark and heavy sky, the raindrops were falling continuously, forming dense rain curtains.

A black commercial vehicle slowly stopped outside another building.

Binny thought for a moment, then strolled into the rain. Despite the heavy rain, he still took his time, ensuring that not a single speck of mud would be splashed and stuck to his trouser legs.

He walked to the commercial vehicle, and the rear door opened immediately. Roy poked his head out and said, "Come in."

The air conditioner was turned on in the compartment, and the temperature was more than two or three times higher than outside.

"Why didn't you open an umbrella?" Roy asked.

"Forgot," Binny replied.

In the past few days, he always forgets things, and his mind is completely out of life.

"Take off your suit jacket, be careful not to catch a cold."

Roy didn't ask the reason why this always cautious man forgot to bring his umbrella, but suggested instead.

Binny took off his coat, and Liman in the driver's seat then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

"So, Leon really managed to escape." Roy tutted, "You guys are pretty legendary."

"He's not running away," Binny retorted.

"Yeah, he slipped away, he left the mess and walked away...you can say what you want." Roy shrugged and said disapprovingly, "If he can take Gesun away, my side Really grateful."

Binny was silent.

He didn't like the way Roy talked about Leon, as if Leon had done something wrong, but it was all his fault.

If Leon hadn't trusted him, I'm afraid all of this would have been exposed long ago.

"I heard that you framed Leon." Liman, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said suddenly.

"Liman Wensheng!" Roy sternly reprimanded.

"Who did you listen to?" Binny asked without getting angry.

"Rumors spread widely on the Internet." Liman replied stiffly, "I just want to know if it's true, and what do you really think?"

I just want to save Leon's life.Binny thought to himself, you all want him to be a hero, but at this juncture, being a hero really means death.

"Liman Wensheng, maybe you should be more polite to our guests." Roy frowned.

"He is your guest, not mine." Liman said through gritted teeth.

Binny knew immediately where he stood.

Like Allen, Liman may be one of those who support Leon in his heart, even though his camp is here with Roy.

"What the hell is Gesun trying to do?" Binny didn't answer, but changed the subject.

Liman held the steering wheel tightly, restraining himself from saying any more rude words.

"Words from Rusa that Gessen is going to force the palace and get the president out of the way," Lowe said. "He's got all the committee shit done, and when the time comes, Kendy's going to have to get out."

"and then?"

"Then? Continue to cooperate with country O." Roy rubbed his nose with his hand, "Liman Wensheng, right? What did you say about the unemployment rate and compensation? According to my understanding, Gesun thinks that the national The way to continue to live without starving to death is to attach to country O and be led out of poverty by the power of developed countries."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't understand. Liman Wensheng, tell me." Roy yawned and said lazily.

Binny couldn't understand why he couldn't take everything to heart.

"I don't think there's any way," Liman explained to Roy with lingering anger, "Gerson is too strong. He controls all the power of the military. He must have been preparing for the election for many years, no, Maybe his grandfather started to prepare the plan until the grandson climbed to the top of the military and then went all out to attack the presidency."

"Family power, huh?" Roy laughed mockingly, "That's why princes and generals can't have children. Once they have children, everyone hopes that rights and wealth can be hereditary."

"I've told you many times, that sentence doesn't mean that." Liman sighed and said as usual.

The car door was opened again, and a gust of cold wind mixed with rain rolled in.

A man wearing sunglasses and a long black windbreaker was standing outside the car watching them. The raindrops fell on his windbreaker, and then quickly slipped off - it was a waterproof windbreaker.

"Hey! This is not a taxi!" Liman wanted him to go down.

The other party was not afraid at all, and sat directly on the passenger seat, took off his windbreaker, and shook off the real water droplets.

Binny felt that the man was familiar, strangely familiar.

He may have had a quick glance with the other party before leaving such a shallow impression.

"The word 'no way' doesn't exist in my dictionary." Roy crossed his hands, pressed his chin, and smiled softly, "Erwin Vincent, Liman Vincent, I solemnly introduce to you..."

"Ah." Binny blurted out in a loss of composure.

The figure of this man, his eyes...

I remembered.

"'G', Killer G." The man pulled down his sunglasses and smiled.

Binny's pupils constrict: Edith!The figure that pierced Edith's neck and quickly disappeared among the dense branches and leaves.

Yes, he will not admit his mistake.

If Leon were here, he would have already jumped up and fought this person to the death, but Binny was more careful, he didn't know what Roy was going to do, and he didn't know what role this person would play in future actions. Can't act rashly.

There are many ways to get rid of him, calm down.

Binny said this to himself, calming down his emotions.

In order to cover up his gaffe just now, he looked at Roy: "You want to assassinate Gesun?"

Although he knew that Roy never played his cards according to the routine, this action was far beyond Binny's imagination.

After learning that one of the candidates was Gerson, without further ado, he used the source of goods provided by Adelson as a bargaining chip to reach a negotiable deal with the killer organization.

In order to bring down the oppressive Gesun, he has resorted to all means.

He never thought about public opinion or peace. His principles of action are simple and direct:

Whoever stands in my way, I will eliminate.

"Oh, Gesun or the top leader of Country O." The corner of Roy's mouth curled up, "This is the fastest way to tear down their alliance."

"Are you sure he can do it?" Binny asked skeptically.

"As long as the money is enough, I can do it." Killer G said, put the windbreaker on his shoulders again, looked at him with a half-smile, and said meaningfully, "We never pick people."

"What do you mean?" Binny asked warily.

The atmosphere became tense again.

Binny repeatedly considered a question: Could it be that the other party has recognized him?

He stared at G closely, as if insisting that the other party come up with a statement.

"I hired you, not to provoke Erwin Vincent." Roy stopped unhappy.

"Of course, the boss is the biggest." Killer G made a grimace.

"You can't solve the problem by assassination." Liman turned his head and said with a pale face, "Roy, I've said it many times."

"Why not? Many troublesome problems in history were solved by assassination." Roy said gloomily, "Since Geshen never thought of resolving conflicts in a gentle way, I'm going to tell him that I'm not a kind person either." .”

"You ran for the election just to mess around." Liman couldn't stand it anymore, and said bluntly, "As long as you can turn the world upside down, you don't care what means you use, what happens, and what impact it causes. This is beyond revenge." Have you really thought about the consequences?"

"Are you blaming me? It seems that you are the one who entangled the team and wanted revenge!" Roy retorted.

The anger that had accumulated since meeting Binny broke out in Liman's heart:

"You cooperate with Erwin? Yes, anyway, I can kill him at any time! But a group of top killers? You are just a child, Roy! Use national relations as a channel for you to lose your temper!"

After saying that, Liman opened the car door, rushed into the rain, and left angrily.

Binny also opened the car door immediately, wanting to get out of the car and chase him, only to hear Roy's cold voice: "No, those who have to go always have to go."

"I can't keep it." There was a bit of stiffness in his voice.

Binny let go of his hand slowly, it was a problem between them.

This winter rain lasted for a long time, until Binny finished chatting with Roy and G, and finally the rain stopped.

Binny got out of the car and looked up at the washed blue sky. Those dark clouds had turned into rain and fell on the even darker land.

Roy's car drove away slowly behind him, and he ignored the other party's departure.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then heard a voice from the bottom of his heart:

"Hello, welcome to the game "The Aristocratic Love of Country X, He and His Unbridled Love", binding update, host update, data update, progress: [-]%..."

"what?"

Binny opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of astonishment.

He thought he was hallucinating, so he gently rubbed his ears with his fingers, but he still couldn't stop the voice in his head:

"Progress: 30.00%..."

A sleek Cadillac stopped in front of him, through the window, Kevin gestured to him: "Get in the car?"

Bini opened the door and sat in the passenger seat: "Your car is too conspicuous."

"Envious?" Kevin asked disapprovingly.

"You don't have to be afraid of being stopped and smashed by poor people." Binny said seriously, "At this moment, any trace of conspicuousness may become a trigger to stimulate riots."

"State A is okay. What's more, I am the main organizer of the welfare work in State A now." Kevin parked the car on the side of the road.

Without his help, Leon may not be able to establish the welfare system before the economic crisis.

"I thought you were looking for Leon," Binny said.

They had discussed before that the only condition for Kevin to help Binny was that when Leon went abroad, he would be by Leon's side.

Binny didn't think about what Kevin wanted to do. At that time, "yes" was the only way to guarantee a deal.

"I'll go, but not to Leon." Kevin said, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Beth is going crazy. The stock market is collapsing, the unemployment rate is rising, and the company is probably only one step away from bankruptcy. At this time, I I can only speed up and devote all my energy to the launch plan. After all, I am racing against time. If my company goes bankrupt tomorrow, I will also ensure the success of the launch.”

"Progress: 60.00%..."

Binny shook his head, feeling a little annoyed by the unknown voice, and asked, "Did you hear anything?"

"The sound of crisis coming?"

"No, it's not art, it's..."

"You know? Before you said it, I always regarded this as a new adventure." Kevin continued on his own, "But I didn't expect the consequences of this 'adventure' to be far beyond my imagination, you are right Yeah, I never thought the economy would collapse to this point."

"Progress: 80.00%..."

Kevin looked out the window. In front of the small window, a large number of people lined up to receive relief food.

The benefits of low-rent housing and food stamps were made by Leon before he left. Even though he is already notorious, everyone has to admit that this is the best decision he made during his tenure as a representative.

Someone once proposed to abolish it, thinking that the right policy of traitors could no longer be used, but it was pushed back by the voice of protest from a large number of people.

People don't care who the right policy comes from. They only know that these two right policies can ensure that they have a place to live, food to receive, and that they can survive the economic collapse.

"Maybe, we all lost money this time, and that guy named Oscar will take advantage of everything." Kevin said jokingly.

Binny pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, not because he didn't care, but because he avoided letting himself think about it.

At this time, he could no longer be distracted.

Kevin hesitated for a moment, then continued: "But I still heard some rumors in a certain club."

He didn't seem to want to continue talking, and quickly shut his mouth.

"What?" Binny asked.

"Someone hired a killer to take Leon's life on the way to escape."

Binny's heart skipped a beat, and he inexplicably recalled Killer G's demeanor and words when he just met him:

"...We never pick people..."

Is it?

"No, Oscar is here." Binny said subconsciously, "You don't know how powerful he is."

"I'm just a little worried." Kevin shrugged, "Since you said that..."

"I'll contact Oscar to confirm." Binny gritted his teeth.

His head hurt more and more.

"Progress: [-]%. The system is online."

The voice of being beaten up alone sounded in Binny's mind: "Dude... Ah bah! Player 91066, welcome to use the system."

Binny straightened his back suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Kevin was taken aback by his big movement.

Binny looked at him expressionlessly, and said calmly, "My sanity may have gone wrong. Please take me to the hospital."

"No way? Another one?!" The unknown voice hidden in his mind wailed.

in the cabin.

Oscar shook Leon's body again, but there was still no response. He didn't give up, and pinched Leon's body with such force as if he wanted to pierce his nails into it.

In the intense pain he created, Leon still didn't wake up, as if he was sure of death, he didn't respond.

"Damn it!" Oscar spread five fingers, gathered the hair on his forehead, and gently pulled it, "What's going on?"

Is it sick?Or is it too much of a blow?

But no matter which guess, it seemed unconvincing in front of the unconscious Leon.

Oscar scratched his hair angrily.

This is a cargo ship, not equipped with a ship's doctor, and there are no such conditions at sea, everything has to wait on land.

If Leon has been in a coma, worrying is secondary, mainly affecting actions. No matter how powerful Oscar is, there is no guarantee that he can drag an unconscious person through many levels and avoid layers of plots—if there is one talk.

He has no experience in taking care of patients, and he doubts that even if a real doctor stands here, he may not be able to do anything.

When he was at a loss, he suddenly heard some rustling sounds from outside the door.

this sound...

Oscar heightened his vigilance.

He had greeted the people on the ship before and told them not to approach the cabin casually. Now that the sea is calm and he has just returned from the crew room, it is impossible for him to be one of his own.

That is--

Oscar stared at Leon who was lying on the bed and smiled wryly:

Leon, Leon, you can't sleep well, so what do you want me to do?

When he accepted Binny's request, he never thought that things would become so complicated.

No, it should be said that he knew that Leon had made many enemies, but in his heart, this was nothing more than fighting shoulder to shoulder with Leon again, looking after each other's backs.

They can also entertain each other by bickering.

In his prediction, he never expected that Leon would not be able to fall asleep, completely lose the ability to resist, and even lose consciousness.

I don't know how many people came from the other side, in case there are enemies mixed in with the crew and come up together.

So much trouble.

He stretched his fingers and stood behind the door against the wall, gripping the dagger hanging on his belt.

In short, Wen protects Leon, let's talk after this pass.

While queuing up for registration at the hospital, Binny still heard an unknown voice chattering in his head: "I said buddy, one person who keeps questioning is enough, and another one will make us work hard? Please forgive me OK?

"Let me explain again: you are not sick, you are normal, you are just bound by me. Why don't you spend three days doing experiments?"

As it turns out, Binny was a little more receptive.

Perhaps it was because even though he had read related novels, he couldn't think of any evil force that would do such a boring experiment.

After only half a day, after all kinds of checks showed that everything was normal, he took a deep breath: "What are you going to do with me?"

"Oh, I can finally communicate." The system said happily, "Come on, dear, let me tell you the general plot:

"The book "The Aristocratic Love of Country X, He and His Unbridled Love" tells the story of a unparalleled young man—his name is obsolete, and it has nothing to do with your mission—so you don’t need to worry about who he is .In short, he was accidentally forced to have a one-night love affair by a domineering rich man who was drugged with X. After being turned upside down and not knowing what the world is, the protagonist woke up and ran away because he was too scared..."

Binny: "???"

This passage sounds a little familiar.

"The wealthy man woke up and was very angry with what happened that night. He thought that the protagonist was the one who drugged him, so he captured the protagonist and tortured him in various ways..."

"I guess that rich man's name is Hines?" Binny asked calmly.

"Huh? How do you know?" The system was smug, "Is this story already so famous?"

"I don't know, I'm just cheating on you."

If the system was a human, it would be speechless at this moment: "Why do all of you players have such personalities and don't cooperate at all?"

"These?" Binny grasped the key word, lowered his eyes and said, "So before me, were there other people who were...bound by you?"

"Yes, they are all former players, don't care."

No matter how the voice of the system sounds, it sounds like the scum that said to the incumbent, "That's just the ex, I only have you now".

Binny couldn't have so many associations, he just sat down on the waiting chair in the hospital corridor, and continued to ask: "What you said is very similar to my friend's experience."

Although it's only a short paragraph, unless Hines is crazy, it's impossible to be drugged again and again, right?

Suspicion was already reborn in his heart: "Go on."

"Uh," the system seemed to bite the bullet and continued, "So the male lead ran away desperately, was caught again, was abused again, then escaped again, and was arrested again... The rich man caught the male lead back for the last time, under the anger He accidentally pushed the male lead down from the fourth floor, the male lead was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and became a vegetative state, unable to get up again."

"..."

Binny couldn't express his inner feelings for a while, because he felt that his SAN value was going crazy.

"Player, your task is to run for president, establish a sound legal system, and seek justice for the hero."

Binny: "???"

He never expected that in this exaggerated story, this thing named "System" would release a mission that was quite... serious?

but--

Why is the hero's experience so similar to Leon's?

Apart from being in a coma and becoming a vegetative state, is there anyone else who has been tortured by Hines like this besides Leon?

Or in other words...

"Who was your last host?" Binny asked sternly.

"The host has no right to know."

"Then I won't accept this task. I'm busy and don't have time to play games with you."

Binny flatly refused.

The author has something to say: I recommend Qing Yundan's "Infinite Bankruptcy Crisis", which is super beautiful and practical, and can learn a variety of financial management knowledge online.The most important thing is: the boss is super diligent, and he will not regret entering the pit