I ran for president with scumbag money

"Hey, I thought it would trigger some 'topic' again. It seems that I'm busy." The hot spots were not as high as usual, and James immediately put down the computer without interest, and said to Oscar, "The fried chicken is about to be picked up by that little one." The Persian cat is done, I'm going to buy chips."

He stood up and walked towards the bar, Oscar glanced at Leon, got up and followed him.

"Why are you here? Do you want coffee?" James said.

"Don't you think it's too strange?" Oscar frowned, "Leon's actions, supposedly his purpose is the representative of state A, what does it have to do with the mine? From the last speech to now, he has been weird, and It’s going to the box house and setting up a mine, although it can be regarded as canvassing votes, it’s actually not very efficient.”

"En. Maybe he really wants to be your subordinate, and deliberately took a detour to let you win."

"You want to be beaten! ——you were crazy just now, what did you say to Roy?"

"Tell me about the trending search..." Before James finished speaking, he was hit on the head again.

"What does this have to do with trending searches? Ruling the country with short posts? Is there something wrong with you?" Oscar said angrily, "The correct way is to call the police, call the police, and let the police solve it."

"Well, but what about the evidence? Didn't Binny say that even his brother in the mine was filled up, filled up, and disappeared from the world... What else can I do besides being popular on the hot search and attracting more people's attention?" James smirked while talking, "It's a pity that it didn't become a hot topic this time. Sure enough, when posting, I should also include the names of Leon and Hines. Boss, I want French fries and give him coffee."

"You always like to engage in these sensational things." Oscar took out the banknotes and said angrily.

"In this world, people only watch it for grandstanding," James said disapprovingly, "otherwise, what do you think he called the police? Not a big beauty, right? Hehe. After running for 30 years, maybe one day he will dig up his brother's body in the ground, and he will be punished."

"I suspect that you are mocking me, and there is evidence."

"How could it be?" Facing Oscar's murderous intent, James laughed dryly with a guilty conscience.

Even though that was the case, Oscar was a former police officer, so he knew how hard it was for these wrongdoers to make a comeback.

He once sat in the archives for a whole day, looking at all kinds of cases.

The last case was indeed that the victim was wronged and killed. It took 30 years for his descendants to get the truth out.

There are still many cases of injustice, and every time the injustice is redressed, there are tears of mortals and suffering of the poor between the lines.

It sounds easy to persist for 30 years with a goal and the victim is dead, but how many people can do it?

People always have to live.

Maybe Roy will one day start a family and start a business, working hard to pay for car loans and raise children.

It is impossible for him to focus on one case forever.

What's even more frightening is that 30 years may not be able to recover the truth, and there will never be an end in sight. Every day I doubt whether my persistence will have results.

Oscar grabbed the coffee cup that was brought up, poured a sip into his mouth, put down the cup, and suddenly said angrily, "That's because he is not up to date and has no ability!"

Before he finished speaking, James pinched his arm violently. He glared at him and found that at some point, Roy was standing behind them without saying a word, holding an empty plate.

"..."

"Not everyone has your advantages, young master, don't make fun of us dicks. Although Leon has no skills, he is very serious." James laughed.

Oscar was not the type to apologize. He picked up his cup to avoid Roy's gaze, and turned to his seat.

Passing by the door, he saw Binny and Leon standing by the door chatting.

"What are these two talking about?" The thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't go into it.

"You didn't say that when you first joined the election," Binny said.

Leon was speechless, and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"How long do you think this kind of case will take in the ordinary way? Why take a long way?"

Leon remained silent.

Binny looked at him and said, "The night before the campaign, you said in front of me and Charles that you wanted to play a capital-eat-capital scheme, to play between Hines and his rival companies, to get money out, Use their money to get into the presidency."

Leon took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Why didn't you continue, but went further and further?" Binny asked, "Because of Edith?"

Leon smoked a cigarette, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Binney, I don't think I'm an idealist, not at first. But after hearing Edith's story, I hate Hines and Nathan even more. I can no longer approach them with a normal heart. I just want to win as an ordinary person. Show them that I can succeed without money, I just can't swallow it."

He knew he was going a long way.

"I let Edith live, and I told the workers that there is hope ahead, and I am willing to help the people in the box houses solve their housing problems, but Binny, if I made all of this by taking advantage of Hines' power, how could I Isn’t it the same as Oscar, who is also acknowledging the importance of capital? What qualifications do I have to say those words?”

Binny listened in silence.

Leon needed his silence at this moment.

Since he just wanted to pour out all his recent thoughts, he and Binny hadn't seen each other in too long.

"It's like building a literature website," Leon continued, "If I see a mainstream literature website plagiarizing, there are too many studios collecting collections, it's very annoying, and there are too many same types of essays, It makes authors and readers uncomfortable to set some messy rules at every turn.

"It's all getting on my nerves, so I point it out and give it a go.

"Of course I'm happy after dozens of words, and the people who watched me scold me are also happy, but what happens after everyone is happy?"

"After that, it's time to start a literary website yourself, the same thing you campaign for," Binny replied.

"Okay, it's time for me to build it myself," Leon nodded, and said, "I have to face these problems when building a website by myself: maintaining the server and keeping the website alive requires money. Where does the money come from? Do I pay for it myself? That's certainly not enough, it's up to readers and writers.

"Assuming that there are both readers and authors, how can I prevent new authors on my website from plagiarizing? Won't merge? Won't write the same popular traffic topics?

"If the new author does not write about popular topics, the new website is more likely to be uninterested and have no traffic.

"Without traffic, how can a new website survive?

"At this time, I would think, simply introduce a large number of traffic articles first, attract readers, build up the website, and then support authors with personality.

"Then here comes the problem again, my website is still supported by traffic articles, after the website is built, can I leave the authors of traffic articles alone?

"What is the difference between the new website based on traffic writers and the original one? Later authors see that writing traffic texts is profitable, and they will still insist on writing their own things? What support are you talking about?

"If we want to solve the problem thoroughly, we need to let others see that on the new website, creative authors can get more food, thoughtful works are more popular, and authors with writing skills don't have to worry about being plagiarized.

"I changed my original plan and hoped not to rely on money to obtain the presidency. I just wanted to solve it completely and let people later see: Even if we don't humble ourselves to please capital, don't sit on tens of millions of fortunes, and are just ordinary people, as long as we We are willing to petition for the people, speak for the common people, and if we persist long enough, we can also get the support of the people.

"Representation... yes, that's what 'representation' really means."

As he spoke, Leon's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Now it seems that I am taking a 'detour', but I feel that I am taking a 'shortcut'."

"This 'shortcut' is too far away," Binney interrupted him, saying, "To bring down a huge economic and political system by relying on the power of the people and the truth? The time is too long, and..."

"All 'miracles' require a price, either money," Leon argued, "or life!"

"Am I bothering you?" Oscar walked over and asked.

"No, no."

Binny was a little absent-minded, and Leon answered instead.

"Oh, that's good." Oscar nodded, and for some reason, his eyes were a little wandering, "Leon, do you still remember Tex?"

"Remember," Leon replied, and asked curiously at the same time, "Did Edith ask him out?"

Oscar took a deep breath.

"Leon, Netaen is going to be arrested." He said as calmly as possible, with a strange expression on his face, and even more complicated eyes looking at Leon, "Do you want to go and see with me?"

"?!"

"Tex has started," Oscar said, "Get in the car first, and I'll explain to you."

Leon was still full of doubts until he got in the car: What the hell?Nathan got caught?

Oscar explained to him while driving:

After Tex discovered the volcanic sulfur, in order to monopolize the resources, he almost killed all the business rivals who were eyeing at that time. They were either acquired by Tex and turned into "package workers", or they were directly killed without leaving any traces.

Then, Tex passed the practice of buying the parliament and legislating to monopolize the mines as his own personal resources.

Even if it is said that without his permission, all mines are excavated illegally, and it is impossible to escape for commercial use.

Ridiculous?

No.

To achieve a certain purpose through legislation is the most convenient and gentle means for them.

Therefore, Tex could not tolerate the existence of "black mines" even more than Leon.

The difference is that Leon is from the perspective of human nature, and Tex is from the perspective of his property interests

As soon as he heard about the mining of Netann, Tex decided to do it. In order to express his gratitude, he invited Leon to be there.

"Thank me?" Leon said blankly, "Thank me for what?"

Oscar glanced at him: "Of course, thank you for revealing the mining of Naitaen."

"Wait, I didn't do it, I didn't even know..." Leon's voice paused, and then he understood, "Where's Edith?"

"He passed by one step ahead." Oscar looked ahead and said.

Coming out of State A, Edith suddenly said that she wanted to find out the cause of Anthony's death, and Edith made an appointment with Jessica...

Leon understood.

It turned out that Edith wanted to see Tex just for this moment.

Leon has no intention of using capital

But Edith... didn't think so.

He helped Leon make a decision.

Leon's increasingly intense, even somewhat unrealistic idealism started from the campaign. It turned out that Edith had already discovered it before he realized it.

They rushed to the door of Hawke's house, and two bodyguards stopped them, checked them carefully, and only let them walk in, leaving the car outside.

"Are you sick?" Oscar said dissatisfiedly, "The lawn of Naitan's house is so big, you walk to the house, and you want to help us exercise at night?"

"They can wait, so can we go, let's go." Leon said lightly.

I don't know whether it was Tex's intention or not, but when they walked to the mansion, they still caught up with the scene where Naitan was being questioned.

Naitan's hands were tied to the arms of the chair, and cold sweat stood on his brow.

The originally spacious and bright quilt room was drawn with thick curtains, and the light yellow wall lamp was on, making the whole room very dim.

His pupils constricted, as if seeing the most terrifying thing in the world.

But in fact, there is nothing terrible in the house, only people.

Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit. His black hair was combed back in a meticulous manner, and there were obvious white scars from transplants beside his eyes.

Behind him stood a bodyguard and an accountant, and beside him was an old man with a deeply bowed waist and fear written all over his face, trying to explain something.

Not far away were Leon and Oscar, they were standing with serious expressions at the same time.

Edith didn't show up, but Naitan knew he had arranged it.

He, and everything that is happening now, seems inevitable, but in fact they all become actors in the hands of Edith, and there is only one audience for this big drama:

Leon Morton.

"Enough." The middle-aged man raised a hand slightly, his voice was unexpectedly slow and elegant, "How long has the Hawke family's mine been in operation?"

His accountant answered deftly: "After reconciling the accounts, it should be four years and six months. From the date of x, x, x, x, x, the accounts of the Hawke family have been cleaned and flattened. Mr. Tex , They should have laundered the money by filming."

"Four years and six months," Tex said with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "As the responsible representative of State A, you didn't find anything?"

"Mr. Tex, I..."

"I don't want to discuss this with you now, you go down first." Tex said.

The old man froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to understate it so lightly, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't thought about being able to escape from the dead at all, but a little time is good, as long as he walks out of this door and makes a phone call, he can arrange for his descendants to hide their names and flee abroad, and most of the property can also be transferred. This way... he can only close his eyes when he dies.

With this hope, he turned his back to Tex and walked towards the gate, but Tex's "you go down first" made Leon feel ominous.

Sure enough, the moment the door was opened, the bodyguard standing behind Tex raised his gun.

"Stop!" The old man heard a cry from behind.

Gunshots sounded.

"Bang!" There was a sound like firecrackers.

Oscar couldn't help shaking his whole body, straightened his waist involuntarily, he was on full alert and couldn't control it at all.

The old man who fell on the ground had already turned into a corpse, with a pile of red, white and white things flowing from the back of his smashed head, and soon someone dragged the corpse away and cleaned the ground clean.

Their actions were better than any cleaners, and after 3 minutes, there was no trace of a dead person in the house.

Leon trembled all over, not from fear, but from anger.

Although he issued an early warning, he was unable to save the man in time.

Who is Tex?

Naita En's face has turned ashen, he fully understands.

Tex tilted his head, ignored the small details just now, but said indifferently: "Nitan Hawk, do you know that it is against the law to open a mine without my permission?"

Hearing this sentence, regardless of Netann's reaction, Leon wanted to laugh wildly:

A man who just blatantly took someone's life in the room, is talking about other people's illegal behavior?

"This is indeed illegal." Oscar explained to him softly.

The sound made Tex glance at them lightly, and Oscar stopped talking.

"I think there will be a court trial for you in the near future." At this time, Tex said, "Just to show other people how to live a prosperous and peaceful life."

The implication: If you want to be rich and peaceful, then forever and ever, don't provoke him.

Naitan, who had a deathly gray face, was pushed down, and he couldn't even give Leon a look of hatred.

"Oscar Kosa," Tex turned his head and stared at them, "I think with your surname, you shouldn't participate in this boring business behavior?"

"My family never touches business," Oscar said, "no matter what kind of business it is."

"Very good, I remember that you are a police officer, how about handing over Naitan to you?" Tex's eyes still did not relax, presumably he had already found out that Oscar and Naitan had old friends, and now he was trying to see if the two had a relationship when cooperating.

"I'm not a police officer anymore," Oscar replied, "I'm now..."

"Well, I understand, it's really a pity." Tex seemed to remember the reason why the person in front of him looked familiar, and what he had done to him, "But I think you will have a good time in the entertainment industry." joy."

He smiled slightly: "That's a gold den. Those people can pay as much as they want to cover up their scandals. It's much more than when you were a police officer, and there is no bribery problem."

Every sentence poked at Oscar's old psychological wounds, as if Tex was trying to drive him into a rage.

Leon thought to himself: "What exactly does he want to do?"

The system sent out an online notification with a beep: "Oh, Tex is jealous."

Leon: "What?!!!"

When obviously plundering capital and touching their own economic interests, everyone is like a demon possessed, and they are still so brain-dead when it comes to love?

The system responded innocently: "Brother, I really don't blame me for this. It was originally said: 'Tex is cruel, disowns his relatives, accumulates a lot of wealth, is incomparably rich, regards human life as worthless, and everyone shuns him." Good for the 'heroine' alone, such a petite, paranoid and affectionate character is so popular, you don't want to grab the halo of the heroine yourself, blame me?"

Once you are against him when you are not a heroine, you are simply singled out a group of Thanos with your bare hands.

If there is no system reminder, Leon would not be able to think of this answer if he wanted to. At most, he would think that Oscar was dragged down by his friendship with Netaen.

In such a scene, a "jealousy" suddenly appeared, like the two beards painted on the face of Mona Lisa.

"He is obviously a murderer without batting an eyelid, how did you associate him with the emotional word 'jealous'? Can you believe it yourself?!"

Hilarious, incongruous, havoc, and—what the hell is this? !

Leon took a deep breath, the oppressive deterrence brought by Tex's murder just now was swept away by the system's few words.

Oscar was so blocked that he couldn't speak, his face flushed, and he clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to really vent it.

After Tex humiliated him, he seemed satisfied, and turned his gaze to Leon: "Did you just want to save someone?"

"Does that even matter? That's a human life!"

Leon gritted his teeth, rationally telling him that he couldn't confront Tex head-on at this time, but he just couldn't help it emotionally.

"Edith told me that you were the first to know that Naitaen has a mine. I'm curious, why didn't you tell me the first time?"

"I just want to collect evidence..."

Leon's words were interrupted by Tex's chuckle: "Evidence? Haha, you thought you were playing a reasoning game?"

He laughed enough, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said relaxedly: "I don't need evidence, even if he thinks about it, I will let him die."

Leon didn't speak.

"Mr. Morton," Tex said, looking at him with interest, "I have heard reports that you are very interested in running for State A's representative. Do you know the real meaning of State A's representative?"

Leon thought for a while, but still insisted on his opinion, and replied: "Speak for the people of State A, and help them fight for their rights."

Everyone in the room showed teasing expressions, except Oscar.

These people seem to be saying, "Where is this clown from, what is it performing?"

Tex smiled disdainfully, raised his hand, and the bodyguard handed him a cigar respectfully.

Tykes took it over and said: "To maintain a huge business empire, the things to do are very complicated, because no matter what time, there will be people who will compete with you, Hawk...hehe, it's just one of them.

"Hynes, Downton, Johnny... are all a bunch of blood-sucking leeches that jump up at every opportunity, so I need a pair of eyes, eyes that can see the entire state. Especially state A, which is mine territory.

"Just now you saw with your own eyes that the current representative of State A has disappeared, so you can't help me see anything. Now that this position is vacant, I want to know if you are still interested?"

Oscar suddenly turned his head to look at Leon, wondering how he would answer.

Promise Tex?

He also knew that Leon didn't want to have any cooperation with capital at all.

Reject Tex?

The gun is in the opponent's hand, and the opponent has already killed someone, and he doesn't care about one more...or two.

This time it was not a small fight with Barr and others, and no one could help him this time.

But at this time, there are still systems popping up.

System: "Hey buddy, tell him about the relationship between you and Hines."

Hines or Tex?

Leon let out a dry laugh in his heart.

It sounds like a boyfriend is asking "my mother and I fell into the universe together, who do you save?", the survival rate is extremely low, and the experience is extremely poor.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Leon raised his head and said to Tex, "I haven't learned to obey anyone's orders."

Oscar's eyes almost popped out, but Leon completely ignored it.

From the very beginning, from the first day he traveled here, this matter was not negotiable.

If he's nodding here, what's the bottom line?If you keep listening to the system's advice, wouldn't it be more enjoyable to be a Su Shuang, who is popular in country X, and being admired by a bunch of bigwigs and stars, than to live by listening to Tex's words?

Tex wasn't surprised, just said: "I've heard that you are such a person."

He laughed very strangely: "I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that I am just an immature young man."

He snapped his fingers, and a slender young man pushed in through the door.

The appearance of this young man is very similar to the Greek god Apollo in the oil painting, and Leon's somewhat monstrous appearance does not match. This person has a very visual aggression that makes people gasp when he appears.

Although he looked thin, he moved as nimbly as a black panther. It was obvious that there was a body of toned muscles hidden under his clothes.

The bodyguard behind Tex came over and held Leon down.

In fact, he didn't need much strength at all, and Leon knew he couldn't move because the gun was pointed at his head.

With an evil smile on the corner of Tex's mouth, he signaled the accountant to bring a document to Leon.

"This is a collaboration book," Tex said, "I'll give you time to think about it, but the time shouldn't be long..."

He squinted, glanced at Oscar, and said with a smile: "I originally planned to let Mr. Xhosa consider this matter, but obviously you are more interesting than him."

What consideration?How to think about it?What does he want to do?

Leon's mind was full of such doubts, even his pupils were so tense that they shrank.

Tex winked.

The young man smiled at Leon, showing the sharp canine teeth on both sides of his mouth. At some point, he had an extra needle in his hand, and at the same time, his other hand grabbed Leon's arm.

Even through the material of the clothes, Leon could feel that the opponent's hands were cold.

"Mr. Tex!" Oscar blurted out, the moment the needle appeared, he knew what it was!

He is a natural police officer, and his sense of justice always overwhelms his fear. He stared at Tykes closely, as if saying:

This is too low!

"Mr. Tex!"

At the same time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Edith appeared at the door, so flustered that she almost hit the door.

He pressed the door with one hand, his forehead was covered with sweat from running, and his breathing was so short that he almost broke his breath: "Do you still remember our agreement?"

Tex let out a regretful "ah", looked at Edith, and blamed, "Why didn't you show up earlier to remind me?"

Edith grabbed the door frame, supported her body, breathed unsteadily and said, "It's my fault. But we made an appointment..."

"Well, for Little White's sake, I won't break my promise." Tex said boredly, "Besides, you helped me deal with Hawk, Nathan is really unlucky, right? He actually believed you."

"People go to high places," Edith said, "I know very well that getting the position of State A representative is already the highest place I can come across."

This sounds like it means...he has accepted to be the representative of state A!

Leon turned his head to look at him, remembering that Edith once said that he would not cooperate with capital either.

But now, what Edith did with Tex was "cooperation"?

Tex didn't stay any longer.

Before leaving, the young man with canine teeth put away the needle, smiled at Leon again, and said in a low voice, "Do you know what 'goodbye' means?"

Leon stared at him without saying a word.

"Goodbye." The young man smiled and chased Tex away.

Edith did not follow them, but stayed behind.

Leon took out a cigarette pack from his pocket and asked nonchalantly, "Have Binny and James returned?"

It seemed as if nothing had happened just now, and the representatives of state A had not settled down.

But in fact, his hand was so trembling that he couldn't even press the lighter, and his thumb slipped off the button several times.

He wanted to ask Edith: What the hell are you doing?Do you know what you are doing?That's not our plan!Why can't you trust me?believe us?

But he also knew why Edith did it, and he could really understand it.

If according to his plan:

Expose Netann's black mine on the Internet and solve him by public trial.After collecting evidence, trial, public prosecution, and trial... it will take at least three to five years.

And how fast can Tex solve this matter?

From the appearance of Tex to the resolution of the problem, Leon originally had to deal with the public, Nathan Hawke, and even Hines for a long time. Two women, a few guns, and a few phone calls Settled with a dead man.

Before Leon could even react, all the things prepared in his hands had become waste paper, and when Naitann became the past, Tex appeared and updated this matter alternately.

What is cool?

This is cool!

When he first appeared on the stage, he showed off his power and forced them to leave the rich man in state A. He lost everything in a snap of his fingers, became a bereaved dog, and even faced death crisis.

This is everything that Shuangwen should have!

Solving capital with the truth is so aggrieved!

Solving capital with capital is such a pleasure!

Anyone who can talk about it successfully is because there is more money or power behind it, otherwise it is a keyboard man or a cool writer.

Anyone who can succeed in slapping the face is because there is a stronger relationship behind it, otherwise it will be decades of repeated appeals or daydreaming.

This feeling of 'coolness' was exactly what Leon had expected the night he decided to run for the election.

But now, this is not what he wants at all.

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