I ran for president with scumbag money

Lusa tremblingly put down her phone, and almost as soon as she put it down, Traver walked in.

"Who are you chatting with?" He glanced casually, and walked to the wine cabinet to find a cup.

"No, I'm watching celebrity gossip."

"Celebrity gossip," Traver chuckled, "are you sending a message to Morton? Did you tell him about Kelly and me? This should be a good clue."

Lusha's breath stopped, her head buzzed, and her mind was full of "he knows".

"Actually, you don't have to." Traver pulled out a wine bottle and put it on the table with the glass, "Lancer was arrested, and Morton was lucky enough to not die in prison. I guess this paragraph will be hidden sooner or later hold them."

"You..." Lusha stared at him blankly.

"What are you thinking," Traver sighed, "I didn't imprison/imprison you, and I didn't hurt you. You stay by my side, don't you have a good time?"

The calmer he was, the more terrified Lusa felt.

"You think you're working as an undercover agent, but you're actually helping me." Traver smiled like a child who succeeded in pranking, "You got everything I wanted you to know, you want to beat me, but even I provide all your weapons."

"What did I help you with?" Lusha interrupted him, "If Leon posts that audio clip, you're finished."

"He won't, it's one thing to have a clue, another to laugh at it. I'll sue him, stall him, have a lawsuit, he can't go anywhere, he can't find a job. Well, I hope he enjoys being trapped in state A doing low-level work. Those workers will tear him alive." He smiled, "And I will get the benefits Tex promised."

"Hines will know!"

"So what?" Traver said, picking up the corkscrew, "It's just a false scandal, and I'll promise Hines to put this 'rumor' to rest. Tex will testify, and I, Kelly and his plan together.

"By the way, I also want to see how Hines will react. This is a small provocation from the younger generation. As compensation, oh, how about handing over the instigator to him? I don't know if he still has it for Morton Interested, but I heard that they had a close relationship before?

"It would be more fun if he blackmailed me or Kelly with the audio." Traver chuckled.

Lusha felt cold all over: "Is this a trap?"

Traver looked at her sympathetically. "It's a trap, honey."

Lusha raised her head and looked at him, with tears welling up in her eyes: "You just make me helpless!"

"I've left you completely helpless." Traver corrected her statement calmly.

Lusa sat on the sofa, her fingers clutching her knees tightly.

"Don't cry," Traver said in a helpless voice, "I am the one who was betrayed, why are you the one crying?" He walked over and patted Lusa's head, "Are you guilty?"

"Is there any other way for Leon to win?" Lusha looked at him and asked.

"You ask me?" Traver felt amused, took her hand, pressed it on his chest, and joked, "Stop this thing beating, maybe Leon will win."

Lusa looked deeply into his eyes.

Leon came to the hospital with a gift, and when he got to the door, he made a phone call.

After a while, James ran downstairs bouncing around, took the things in his hand, and said with a playful smile: "Thank you, I haven't eaten all day, just waiting for your comfort meal."

"How do you know that I will definitely send a comfort meal?" Seeing his performance, Leon said with a lighter mood.

"Even if you can't remember it, Magneto will definitely remind you that hospital meals are just as good as prison meals." James winked his eyes.

"Don't call him Magneto." Leon corrected him, and looked at James, the other's clothes were still casual, and the indoor slippers on his feet were dirty: "How is your part-time job doing?"

"It's okay," James asked, avoiding the subject, "How is State A?"

"It's okay," Leon replied with a slight sarcasm in his tone, "Our negotiations with Tex have not come to fruition. Everyone is very irritable, and sincerely miss the happy days when Naita is still alive time."

He turned to Charles in the driver's seat and said, "Thank you for your hard work. It's just that it's not time to rest. Wait for the phone to see if Lusha or her people will contact you."

Charles nodded.

"If anyone contacts, call me immediately." Leon asked again.

Leon followed James into the building, took the elevator to the third floor, walked through the corridor to the door of a separate ward.

James knocked on the door of the ward, and Frank's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

"They live in the same ward?"

"No," James said briskly, opening the door, "but there is no force in the world that can stop men from visiting young girls' wards."

Leon laughed it off.

Meera was more obviously injured. She was the one who opened the door that night, and the gangster hit her on the forehead with a gun.

She was lying on the bed with a thick gauze wrapped around her head.

Frank's injury was not obvious, but it was more serious. A bullet pierced his calf. Since he entered the hospital, he has been swearing constantly. The doctor had to find several young and strong male nurses to hold him down and stitch him.

Fortunately, the most painful and bloody stage is over now, and their emotions are calm enough to have polite conversations, and even jokes.

The three men sat around the girl's hospital bed, keeping a distance so that she would not feel oppressed, and they would not have to huddle together.

"It won't leave a scar, right?" Leon looked worriedly at the scar on Meera's forehead, "I don't mean to be prejudiced against women, but scars are indeed more unfriendly to girls, aren't they?"

"Don't worry, Boss," Meera joked, "If I'm really disfigured, I'll ask you to pay me a marriage."

"Oh," Leon choked up, what should he say at this moment?His face flushed slightly, "Uh..."

"Don't worry, I will target Oscar. Although he returned to state A, he forgot to take my heart." Meera laughed.

Frank cast a quick glance at Meera, then laughed along with the others.

"I will also have scars," he said strangely, "why don't you come care about me?"

"I can give you the wound from the shot in the leg last time," Leon said.

"I'm not interested in men's wounds," Frank replied immediately.

They laughed again.It's all nonsense.

"You'll find it strange," Meera said to Leon, "but I'm familiar with violence—beating, to be precise, by men."

Immediately, everyone suppressed their smiles.

"This should not have happened to you." Leon said seriously, "I'm sorry."

"I asked for it." Meera scratched her ear and said indifferently, "If you knew me, you would say the same."

"I don't... Then, can I get a chance to know you?" Leon looked at her and said earnestly.

Meera snorted and said, "I can't blame me for thinking wrong now."

Leon said shyly, "I thought you meant that..."

"I just wanted to do a rehearsal," Meera said.

"What do you mean?" Leon frowned.

"A press conference will be held soon. Frank and I will discuss it and play the emotional card. I am a woman. Once violence against women is confirmed, the social tolerance will become very low." Mela said slowly, " What's more, this has already been confirmed, we must take the opportunity to win the support of women in state B."

"Was the person who beat you sent by Duman?" Leon asked.

"Yes...actually not." Meera shook her head, "I don't believe that Duman would make such a big move at such a critical moment. It will do him no harm at all."

"Whatever the reason," Frank said, "this development is in our favour. Whoever strikes first in the debate, right or wrong, loses, and Doman's side has absolutely no reason."

"However, the attack is still related to Duman, and we have to lock this matter firmly with Duman." Meera said, "Tell reporters that we will never give in to violence, even if we are kicked out of this country. "

The atmosphere became oppressive again. At this time, James' existence was particularly important. He took out the pie from the box and shouted: "Do we have to talk about these nasty topics on an empty stomach? You will have to face it later." A dozen reporters should at least digest their food in advance so that they won’t spit it out.”

They share orange juice and chunks of meaty pizza drizzled with savory cheese.

Meera looked a little nervous: "I..." She cleared her throat and laughed awkwardly, "Sorry, I thought I was ready, it was harder than I thought."

"We don't have to do this." Leon Bilan's eyes were full of concern and tenderness, "Peeling off the scars is not as easy as imagined."

"No, soon, I have to let the whole country know about it," Meera said with a tense face, "I can't let this opportunity go to waste. Even if it's for sympathy points."

James snapped his fingers suddenly and said, "I'm familiar with this."

He rolled up a piece of pizza, handed it greasy to Meera's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Miss Meera, when were you affected by violence? Childhood? Girlhood? Student days?"

The way he stares like a goldfish is so comical that Meera can't stop laughing.

"Actually, it was childhood." She said too fluently, "First, I was beaten by my father, and then the perpetrator became my stepfather. In fact, I always suspected that he was interested in me. It was just because of ethics, so I transformed my sexual desire into violence."

Frank flung himself back, threw his hands up, and said in surrender, "Well, that's too much, Meera, and I know you want to win, and so do we, but..."

"Hush." ​​Leon stopped him, pouted, and said, "She has done her best. We have to respect her will."

Meera shot him a grateful glance.

"I'm not helping you guys," she said, "I'm helping myself. I'm always learning to deal with my past nightmares."

"My mother was forced to become pregnant. She didn't want me, but the law does not allow abortion. Grandpa wanted to hang her to protect the family's reputation, but grandma said that there is another way, which is to let her marry that man..."

Duman walked into the laughing room, his face was as cold as a piece of ice, and the press conference between Mela and Frank was playing on TV, and Mela's voice was coming continuously: "Before getting married, my mother tried everything Way to kill me, even though our laws say no, people still have a way to get illegal abortion pills, they're not safe, like drugs..."

"Obviously your mother hasn't worked hard enough, otherwise she should have strangled you when you landed." Duman stared at the TV and said to himself.

The assistant walked in quickly, and Duman turned around suddenly: "How did you find out what happened yesterday? Did they direct and act themselves?"

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then said, "No, the attacker is... from our side."

"How come?!" Duman was annoyed, "I told you not to touch them!"

"Yes, but..."

When the power is so great, it is difficult to control the quality of the climber.

Duman was trapped by such a drug dealer who was eager to get in touch with him, and they acted rashly.

"The group of drug dealers have always wanted to get the sales line in a certain area of ​​B state from you. The guy in charge and his subordinates were too excited last night and wanted to make a great contribution." The assistant swallowed, and said, "And If the state A representative wasn't there, they'd have succeeded."

"The problem is that they didn't succeed!" Duman growled, "If the representative of state A doesn't stay in his own territory, what is he doing in state B?"

Meanwhile, reporters on TV were asking exactly the same question.

Mela was in tears, so Frank replied on his behalf: "We are very worried about what will happen to us. After all, we are fighting against the most powerful person in state B. We can only ask other states for personal safety protection. Last night, Mr. Kosa was Come and talk to us about it. Unexpectedly, by accident, he saved our lives."

The flashes of countless cameras were aimed at the stage and flickered.

Leon was standing offstage, mingling with James in the dense crowd, wearing tracksuit and a baseball cap to make sure no one noticed his face.

"How is the father-son relationship between Traver and Duman?" Leon cleared his throat and asked when people were focusing on Meera's speech.

James gave him a strange look: "Are you asking me?"

"Can you find out?"

"Travor is not a rebellious rich second generation. Every time an online reporter interviews him, he will come to a conclusion: they are a loving father and a filial son."

"It's a pity." Leon sighed.

"What's the pity?" James didn't respond.

"I want to provoke the relationship between their father and son, and let them kill each other." Leon said regretfully, "I think it's too simple."

"Stop, stop," James quickly interrupted him, thinking about it, "Not necessarily, maybe it will succeed."

"But you said they...?"

"Please, those are all character designs on social networks, who would build a character design online!"

"You are shooting on the map..."

"Besides, can words written on social networks be called the truth?" James patted Leon on the shoulder and continued, "How will you know if you don't try?"

The phone ringing interrupted them, Leon pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Traver didn't come to negotiate," Binny said dryly. "Bud and his partner came back and made the excuse that Traver had something to do."

Leon's heart tightened: This means that Lusha's risk factor has skyrocketed.

"Binney," he said quickly, saying that he had received the audio, "I suspect it was Traver's message to me on purpose."

"Because it's a coincidence?" Binny said right away.

"What a coincidence." Leon agreed, "Since he sent Lancer to prison to 'save me', including the audio, I just think he released a lot of 'fishhooks' waiting for me to bite."

They fell silent and recalled the past together:

Traver kept emphasizing that he was a good guy who defied his father.

He did send Lancer to prison in the name of protecting Leon. Later, the trouble Lancer caused Leon was all on Lancer's own initiative.

The explosives program in the prison had nothing to do with Traver, either.

What's more important is this audio, this information, Lusha can send it, Lancer can also provide it, there are too many sources.

Thinking about it carefully, no matter who Leon gave it to, Traver was a "victim" in the true sense. As long as he left behind, Leon would be backlashed.

There is a great possibility of cooperating with him, but Leon always feels that he is seeking skin from a tiger.

"Since entering state B, this is the most valuable evidence I have obtained, but it turned out to be more like a hot potato." Leon smiled wryly.

"On the bright side, we didn't get what he wanted either."

Leon was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to find Lusha first."

"About that," Binney asked, "have you thought about positioning James?"

"position?"

"James can pick up call signals."

"But, Lusa didn't leave us a number." Leon said blankly, and then realized, "Oh, I have her friend's number, do you remember? The most silent young man among them..."

Thanks to Meat Grinder's reticence, their chat via text message wasn't all that useless.

"It sounds like we are planning to infringe/violate the privacy of laughing people." Leon laughed, "We are doing something bad."

"I know," said Binny, "I don't like it either, but there's no other way."

Having said that, Leon still stood there for a while tangled, and gradually, this tangled turned into anger.

"Fuck his right to privacy! Drug dealers don't belong to laughing people! Murderers don't belong to laughing people!" He said bitterly, "We respect their privacy, who will protect everyone's safety? Fuck him!"

"You make it sound like we have Traver's number, but we don't," Binney reminded.

"But anyone can find Duman's number, guess what I want to do?" Leon raised his eyebrows, his thoughts gradually became clear, "I want to send that audio and the previous audio to Duman, let him go Guess whether Traver is filial to his father, or he is thinking about righteousness and extinction to set up his own family!"

Fuck him, Leon thought, maybe Traver thought he could cover the sky with one hand in State B, but he forgot that there was a father on top of him.

Often, a father who does all kinds of bad things is more deadly than an enemy.

Seeing that the speech on the stage was coming to an end, Leon hurriedly said, "I have to hang up first, there is something urgent here."

"Wait," Binny said, "Lowy has admitted that he had a deal with Tex, and you can send us the evidence."

"Oh, that's good." Leon said, his heart lifted, and he pretended to ask, "When are we going to get it?"

"Send someone over there to deliver."

"Yes, it happens that we are short of manpower." Leon said anxiously, "Meera has come down, I have to go and see."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Leon's face did not become clear.

After Binny and Roy finished talking, Roy called Leon, and the result of their discussion was not so pleasant:

He asked Leon to go to E state.