I ran for president with scumbag money

When the explosion sounded, Ginny shook her whole body in fright, and the plate in her hand fell to the ground and became a pool of fragments.

"Oh!" She wrinkled her face in annoyance.

Mother would go on and on about it, she thought, grown-ups are like that, keep quiet about breaking their own dishes, but always go on and on about their kids breaking dishes.

What's more, her late return has already made her mother very angry.

They've just had dinner and their parents are in the living room watching tonight's soap opera to pass the time.

She pricked up her ears, and there was no familiar fury of a irascible middle-aged woman coming from the living room, only the pronunciation from the TV series.

Maybe they've all gone upstairs to the bedroom, Ruby's been a fuss lately and won't close her eyes without a bedtime story.

Relieved, she planned to hide the pieces in a potato chip bag in the trash.

When she hid the pieces and opened the kitchen door, she suddenly found a man in casual clothes, a mask and holding a long knife standing at the door.

She screamed, and instinctively wanted to close the door, but the other party's hand had already passed through the crack of the door, but firmly grasped her wrist, and dragged her out forcefully.

Ginny has watched many similar TV series, and really thought about what she would do if this kind of thing happened to her. She remained calm for the time being, and used all the methods she could think of:

Biting the opponent's hand, shrinking the body to arch out from this arm, and scratching him with sharp nails.

However, these were all in vain, she was pinned to the ground, turned her head, and suddenly faced her father's bloodless face.

Charlie's brown eyes are wide open, the eyeballs are cloudy, the lower half of his face is covered with blood, and his mouth is sealed with scotch tape.

Ginny finally broke down completely and screamed, tears streaming down her face in an instant.

"Shut up! Cousin!" the murderer yelled angrily.

His companions were rummaging through the house, taking everything worth taking, and they were getting impatient with Ginny's scream:

"Think of a way to shut her up."

"I have a way." The murderer narrowed his eyes, even through the mask, Ginny could understand what the other person's eyes meant.

"Stop..." She couldn't even raise her voice because of fear, "Please, stop..."

"You think I'll listen to you?" The murderer's voice

full of malice.

Maria hid in the utility room upstairs, frantically looking for the rope. She could imagine what happened downstairs, but now, no matter how heartbroken she couldn't stop.

It all feels like a nightmare.

While her husband was watching TV, she went upstairs to put her younger son to bed.

There was a knock on the door.

Charlie went to answer the door, and she, out of curiosity, stood by the stairs to see who the visitor was.

All she saw was Charlie being knocked to the ground with a bat, and a group of masked men with knives rushing into the room, vandalizing the room.

Standing on the stairs, Maria's first reaction was to run into the bedroom and pick up her son who was already in bed. Thinking that the first place the group of people searched might be the bedroom, she hugged her son and hid in the utility room.

Those people haven't gone up to the second floor yet. Maria knows the reason. The bank cards and cash are all on her husband...there is still a daughter downstairs, and they must have found her.

Maria didn't dare to think about it. She was standing in the middle of the stairs. She could run upstairs to protect her son in the bedroom, or she could run downstairs to protect her daughter in the kitchen.

She just made the cruelest choice ever.

She chose to protect her son.

There is a window in the utility room, which used to be her bedroom, but later it was the place where the old man lived, but the old man had passed away, and she knew how to get out of this room.

Tie the rope to the window sill, there is a big and dense tree under the window, grab the branch, climb to the branch, and slowly climb down the trunk...

The only thing to worry about was Ruby, he was so young, only seven, and she was already a middle school student when she did this.

Maria tied one end of the rope to the window sill and the other end tightly to herself, reaching out to hug Ruby.

The boy turned away with a displeased face.

He just thought he was playing some kind of game, and had asked a lot of questions, until Maria couldn't help berating him, telling him to shut up and just do it.

Now he is angry with his mother.

"Stop making trouble!" Maria growled in a low voice.

Finally, she grabbed her son, and realized that the combined height of the two of them was overweight. She was no longer the figure of a middle school student, and her son was not just a small backpack filled with cheap cosmetics.

Messy footsteps finally approached upstairs from downstairs, and there were noisy yelling and rude words.

Dazed with fear, Maria untied the rope from her body and tied it to her son.

"Grab that branch, you know?" She put the child on the window sill, showed him the branch, and said tremblingly, "It's the same as climbing a tree, haven't you climbed it before? Do you remember?"

The boy nodded half-understanding.

As soon as she put her son down, she heard the sound of the bedroom door being kicked open. She accelerated the speed of letting go of the rope, and saw her son's body slowly approaching the branch, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Catch it," she seemed to be saying to the boy, and she seemed to be praying, "Catch it!"

But Ruby didn't do it, he was always playful, and he obviously thought it was funny, giggling and dancing to make the rope dangle.

"Damn!" Maria was dizzy with anxiety. Since she became a full-time wife, this kind of nervousness and fear only happened when she checked the balance of her bills and salary card every month.

The movement was all in the bedroom. Maria was more or less lucky, thinking that nothing would happen, but when she raised her head, an upside-down grimace appeared outside the window.

"Ah!" she screamed in terror.

He grabbed her by the neck with both hands and threw her to the ground. Afterwards, the man jumped into it. The terrifying grimace was just a mask he was wearing. He drew out his stick and approached Maria, beating her body impatiently. It made her roll and scream.

"Look, what is that?" Blood Blade said suddenly.

He narrowed his small eyes and pointed to the window sill: "Is it a child hanging there?"

"Let me take a look." The werewolf leaned over, pressed his shoulder, and looked towards the position he was pointing at, "Damn it, yes, that's a child, and he's screaming—I thought the thug I just met had already Enough fucked! Turned out to be child abuse? Seriously?"

"You taught them a lesson too." Lusha said with a low voice.

She had cried, for a long time, her cheeks were tight with tears.

The werewolf narrowed his eyes and turned to shout at her: "They deserve it! Okay? Even at a masked carnival, you shouldn't go out with long knives and explosives to find fault."

"You killed someone!"

"Yes, I did, and I've never regretted it! Otherwise what do you think we're doing? 'Urban legends' aren't bedtime horror stories to scare kids."

"Don't quarrel, okay?" With a bloodless sigh, he said, "We can't mess ourselves up just because we don't have Earthfire, can we? Besides, he doesn't help the team at all."

"Arguing is annoying." The meat grinder also said, "Go and see."

They parked their car at the gate and saw broken doors and windows.

"The quarrel between the husband and wife is really fierce, isn't it?" Xue Ren seemed to be talking to himself.

"Really? That's because you haven't seen the scene where my wife sees the divorce agreement," the werewolf snorted, "That bitch chased me down eighteen streets with a kitchen knife, followed by my three dogs, my daughter, and There was a string of policemen, but none of them dared to stop her. I said, 'You must stop her, or all of you will get out of here quickly. Do you follow behind to cheer up, or to run with you?'”

The door was ajar, the meat grinder sniffed, and said, "Bloody."

Finally they got serious, kept Lusa at the back, and drew their guns from their belts.

Blood Blade quietly opened the half-closed door, and there were only two corpses on the first floor, a man and a woman. The woman was very young, and her body showed signs of abuse.

They winked at each other, followed the bloody footprints on the ground, and went up from the second floor.

"Someone is on the butt." The mask was put on Lancer's head, and he also tilted his head, saying.

Maria had been knocked unconscious by him and left aside.

The ground was full of dead bodies, still wearing masks, except for one with a bare face—his mask was taken by Lancer.

The assailant's face was very young, and he never looked more than 20 years old.

Traver held his gun tightly, walked slowly to the door of the utility room, opened the door abruptly, and pointed heads at each other with the werewolf who was also holding a gun.

"Lusa!" he blurted out.

"Bastard!" Blood Blade rushed over.

"Wow, what a show."

Lancer whistled and watched them huddle.

"Blood Blade, stop!" Lusha hurriedly shouted.

"Travel? Bastard! Where is the ground fire?!"

Soon, the werewolf became the second enemy to join the battle. Lancer could no longer just ignore his boss and had to fight.

Five people fought, only Lusha ran to the window to help the child hanging outside. She pulled the rope and pulled him up little by little.

Lancer was as slippery as a catfish, nimbly using all kinds of feints and quick reflexes to tease the werewolf and the meat grinder, distracting the two fighters who were not so quick to react, and was actually taken out of the small room by him.

Traver's style of play was very despicable, he greeted others where they were injured, the blood blade gradually lost the wind, he was dazed, and his body was also blown away.

"Travor!" Lusa stood in front of the blood blade and glared at him.

"You can't just blame me," Traver withdrew his hand and said aggrievedly, "They did it first."

"Because you kidnapped Dihuo!"

"Hey, you guys didn't want him. I just wanted to catch Leon. If I also left him at that time, what would happen to the seriously injured Jihuo?"

"You lied to me! You just want to use me!"

"I didn't! I put my heart and soul into it! How did I know that your father is actually the captain of 'Urban Legend'? You keep complaining about him, I thought he was a bad old man in his fifties who left his wife and daughter and ran away to pursue 'Dream' .”

"How dare you scold my father?!"

"I didn't want to scold him. Is it my fault? It's not that my dad is much better than him...I told you about my family!"

"How did I know that the irresponsible father you mentioned is a big drug lord in State B?!"

"How do you want me to say, 'Hey, beautiful girl, nice to meet you, by the way, my dad is a big drug lord in state B, and he wants me to marry his own sister, I hate him Gotta die!'?"

The last sentence triggered a certain memory point they shared, and Lusa took a deep breath and choked up once.

"But, Cookie," Traver said, opening his arms to her, and speaking sincerely enough to impress a hard-hearted man, "this was a misunderstanding, and we can make up."

He looked at Lusha with pitiful eyes: "We have all suffered from 'father', don't you want our children to be deprived of fatherly love?"

Damn it!Blood Blade looked at the scene in front of him and thought.

For the first time since the death of the old captain, he desperately hoped to chat with Dihuo.

Ten o'clock in the morning, private prison, library.

"I didn't expect you to hand over that matter to Lusha." Leon said.

He was sitting on the floor, books surrounding him, his legs bent, his hands on his knees, holding the apple he had brought back from the cafeteria.

Ben, but he had already handed over the difficult task of "peeling" to Binny, but Ered's extravagant peeling methods seemed to trigger Binny's obsessive-compulsive disorder, or cleanliness, or something else.

Anyway, Binny told them to stand in line and he'd help them all.

"She's the most suitable person I know." Binny explained patiently while handling the pitted apples that belonged to Ered.

Leon laughed and said, "You just said that because you only know her."

Binny said noncommittally: "And if we don't win her over, I'm a little worried that she will vote for Traver."

"Are you sure?" Leon frowned.

This is already the second evaluation of Lusha by the person around him, the first being Ered, the young librarian who is too sure that Lusha will turn to the other side.

"Hey, you don't understand the power 'pregnancy' can have on a young girl," Ared said, turning to Binny, "but don't you worry about her hating you for it? Your plan sounds like 'because she I'm pregnant so let her be your spokesperson', maybe she will be irritated by you."

"Then explain, it's a big deal to quarrel." Binny replied calmly, and handed the processed apple to Ered, "Communication often will bring us closer."

"But what if they think we're... ramen believers?"

"No Christian will condone abortion."

"I have a plan, and you have an arrangement, which is fine."

Since Binny said so, Leon didn't plan to ask any more questions, he had a lot of things to prepare.

But the first thing to do is wait for Binny to peel off the apple.

Because Binny is a "crisis manager" who always puts himself first.

But this time he didn't give priority to solving Leon's troubles.

For this reason, Leon gave Ered a gloomy look, seeing that the other party looked innocent, not knowing what he did wrong.

I thought the arrangement was in order, but after Binny applied for the mobile phone in the afternoon, he found that his arrangement was still disrupted by Charles' "temporary change".

"Frank? Who's that?" Binny asked. "Looks like a man?"

"Yes, he's a man."

"You sent a man to make that request to the police? No one would pay him any attention." Binny said sternly, "Didn't I say it was a big deal? How did you come up with a replacement?"

"It was proposed by James." Charles said with trepidation. "He had a plan, and he completely agreed with it. The only thing is that he didn't trust the girl. James said he would find a better person to solve the boss's troubles."

"James..."

Binny stopped.

When Leon ran for the state representative, James used his ability to know people and introduced Oscar Corsa to them.

Despite the ups and downs in the election process, the results of the election were unsatisfactory.

However, there are indications that James' choice is accurate, and Oscar is the most preferred choice in the widest range.

Recalling the situation at that time, Binny also had to admit that if Edith hadn't stepped in and Leon insisted on the head, they would not have fallen into this situation after winning the Oscar.

"I'll pass it on to Leon," Binny said.

But he also knew very well in his heart that Leon wouldn't care if he heard it. It should be said that Leon didn't think so much.

Leon is a fanatical dreamer who is rooted in reality. He is very good at imagining a grand plan without sticking to one pattern, but he can't think of implementing some more specific and boring details.

He didn't think about it, if Lusha was won over by Traver, they might lose a powerful team called "Urban Legend".

He could only think that Lusha and her team were free from beginning to end, acting according to their own will.

The first time Kebini saw the "urban legend", he began to think about how to win them over and work for Leon.

It might be a good choice to let them participate in Leon's plan - based on this consideration, Binny decided to ask Charles and James to persuade Lusha.

Unexpectedly, these two people actually changed candidates midway.

"Does the boss care about this too?" Charles asked, "Sorry, I should insist on persuading James..."

"No," Binny returned to his senses, and said, "the boss doesn't need to bother about this kind of thing. If you think Frank is a trustworthy choice, it's him. Don't forget to pass on his information to me, and James' reason for recommendation."

After a pause, he eased his pronunciation and said, "Charles, I know the situation is different, but next time you change people, can you tell us in advance?"

"OK……"

Charles hung up the phone, and James, who was in the same room with him and typing on the keyboard at the moment, laughed and said, "'Magneto' must be very angry."

"He's not Magneto," Charles corrected him for the ten thousandth time. "His name is Benny Irwin. And he's not angry."

"Yeah, real anger doesn't show on your face," James said casually, taking out a lollipop from his cigarette case, "Maybe he has a blacklist in his hand, which is densely filled with The name of the person who offended him, and the four levels of ABCD according to the degree of offence--to make a long story short."

He turned the note on his lap to show Charles the title of the document on the screen:

Are Anti-Abortion Bills Really Necessary?

Charles stood there looking horizontally and vertically, and commented slowly: "Your title...is a bit mediocre."

"It will be changed soon, 'Shocked! Girls in state B cried' or something." James yawned, his eyes narrowed with a smile through the lens, "This is very interesting, they proposed Drug safety injection, our side proposes to protect abortion rights. I probably know what the boss is going to do.

"Those believers will be so angry that they will retreat in place, Charles. Maybe they will surround the hotel we are in. You'd better ensure that the fast food in the room is enough for three years."

"That's not a problem," Charles asked after hesitating for a moment, "but I still want to make sure, what is your reason for pushing Frank when you insist on replacing Binny?"

"Is there a need to ask?" James pushed his glasses and looked at Charles in astonishment. "I thought we had reached a consensus. She's a 'girl', isn't she?"