I ran for president with scumbag money

Allen hung up the phone and walked towards Binny and Leon, who were standing next to the vending machine, looking at the colorful drinks inside.

"Coffee?" Leon asked without looking back.

"Black coffee." Allen corrected him, squeezed the space between his brows, and said wearily, "I want to wake up my mind."

"Who called?" Binny took out the coins in his pocket and counted them in his palm.

"Sam, the people from the union couldn't wait any longer and asked about our progress."

"I went to the hospital yesterday to see my friends who were injured in the racism." Leon said, looking at the image printed by the vending machine: there were faint dark circles under his eye sockets.

"I have to go." Allen laughed, a little bit bitterly.

"I thought they would sue Tex for intentional wounding. You know, ordinary businessmen don't use bullets in factories." Leon offered an idea, "If we demand compensation from them based on this charge..."

Allen put his hands in his pockets and said regretfully: "We thought about it, but the problem is that the team of lawyers hired by Tex is too powerful, they say 'private property is sacrosanct', that is to say..."

Binny stuffed enough coins, pressed the button three times, and the black coffee and two bottles of regular coffee fell out with a loud noise.

"Tex's behavior of shooting workers with a machine gun is justified." Binny continued calmly.

"That's right." Alan paused and said, "It's completely in line with the laws of State A. Tex was exercising his legitimate rights to protect his private property. At that time, the workers were in his factory surrounded by his equipment. He can argue that the workers took his stuff."

"Do they have any?"

"Are fools going to do that well? Our strikes have never been like... I don't know, I've heard that in some countries workers can take machinery from a factory and sell it when the factory goes bankrupt or closes down, but here? Not possible. This is illegal. If Tex wants to, every flower and tree in the factory can be marked with his name." Allen replied.

"What about the humanitarian spirit?" Leon took out the coffee and said unbearably.

Normally, he has no objection to the law of "private property is sacred and inviolable", but the key is who owns "private property" and to whom does the existence of this law really mean.

Those who live in box houses and work in the mines certainly do not have the concept of "private property", and everything they have is communal.

This is also the reason why Binny was "stolen" all on his first day in the mine.

"I have to say," Allen smiled slightly, "If Tex had really considered this kind of thing, he shouldn't have lowered the minimum wage standard for workers from the beginning."

Leon squeezed his nose and poured the coffee down his throat. The taste of the milk mixed with milk cream dilutes the taste of breakfast, and he felt a little nauseous.

"We're completely pinched by the lawyers, right?" He pinched the bottle and said, "But Tex has so many reasons, there's always one we can grasp and punish him..."

The phone rang.

Leon took out his mobile phone and walked to the other side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Binny and Allen talking.

He picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Leon."

"Corot." Corot said on the other end of the phone.

"Oh," Leon Yike quickly said because he wanted to ask Oscar, "I didn't mean to involve Oscar, I'm sorry, he is now..."

"What? Orr? What did he do?" Ke Luo asked without the slightest curiosity, "I'm busy doing a 'big change' at Mangshan Prison, and I don't have time to take care of his business."

"Well, he doesn't do anything serious. What are you busy with?" Ke Luo obviously had something to say, and Leon simply asked.

"Remember the man next to Traver you caught? Lancer?" Corot said, "I got him, but he didn't provide much: Duman's drug trafficking route, drug manufacturing method... …Hell, we'll even get sued by Doman for spying on business opportunities once the 'Healthy Drugs' deal gets passed. I guess that's why Traver leaves him alone. No reason!"

"Wait a minute, I can't keep up with your train of thought." Leon said dizzily.

"It's none of your business." Ke Luo restrained his emotions and mentioned the purpose of his call. "The key is, do you remember Hines' stepmother Kelly?"

"Should I remember her?" Leon's heart was pounding.

"Lancer said that she has a close relationship with Traver, and he doubts the relationship between the two." Ke Luo seemed to hold the phone between his head and shoulders, his voice suddenly amplified.

"Oh my God!"

"Yeah, I'm also surprised. Does this mean that Hines will have a stepfather who is much younger than him?" Ke Luo joked.

He didn't know that Leon's exclamation was not due to hearing the news, but an hour ago, he had just heard the audio about this matter from a mysterious message in his mobile phone.

"What are you going to do?" Leon asked calmly.

"This news is really of little value to me." Corot said frankly to him, "I am the Minister of Justice, not the head of the paparazzi of the XX Daily. One of these two is a widow and the other is a diamond bachelor. Their Private affairs will not trigger any crisis, the most public criticism, personal moral damage and the like. But what kind of personal morals do businessmen have. "

"Then you tell me...?"

"Yes, genius, I reported this exclusive news to you, let's see what you can do with it." Corot said.

Leon doesn't want it.

He just thought he had some hope, but in the blink of an eye, the news was known to more than three people, which was not in line with the maximum spread allowed for "confidentiality".

Confidentiality should only exist between one or two people.

"What do you want?" Leon asked in confusion.

"Do you remember the assassination of the President?"

"How can I forget this?!"

"Great, here's the problem, we exclude everyone in the prison, understand? No weapon, no suspicion, no... I even suspect that those bullets came through the air, but they don't , not a bullet can escape the shackles of the laws of physics. So there must be a sniper." Corot asserted.

Leon waited for a while without waiting for the next sentence. He realized that Ke Luo had finished speaking, and exclaimed: "You don't want me to investigate who the sniper is?"

"I think this is a good opportunity," Corot said. "You see, the president was almost assassinated. You not only saved him, but you also found the murderer who tracked him down."

"I'm running between state A and state B," Leon interrupted him, emphasizing, "workers are asking for wages, and the other is boycotting drugs. How can you add tasks to me at this time?"

"With great power comes great responsibility... Well, this sentence is not accurate. It should be said that the more you want, the more you do." Corot said.

"You sound anxious, what's going on?" Leon frowned.

"Because the Minister of State B already has doubts," Ke Luo's tone revealed a trace of impatience, "but his inferences are completely nonsense, I..."

"You don't like him?" Leon made it clear: Ke Luo was forced into a corner by his enemy, and had to mobilize everyone to find the assassin hiding in the darkness.

"Don't think I'm the only one suffering. How long have you been off the Internet?" Ke Luo asked back.

"For a long time."

"Then you don't know that your approval rating on the Internet has fallen to the bottom?" Ke Luo said coldly.

"What—how could it be?"

"You are still charged with killing Nathan. Do you know how many people have spoken online, saying that if Nathan was still alive, Tex would not be so unscrupulous? Many people have begun to remember Nathan and washed him away It's like a white lotus in clear water."

"Oh!" Leon couldn't help saying angrily at the thought that Netaen would have a day of cleansing, "Now that a bigger tyrant has come, the former tyrant has become a favorite, right? Netaen died a great death? When he was alive, why didn't people sing about his glorious birth?"

"Dead tyrants are of course the best tyrants." Corot retorted, "You slay the dragon, and within a day or two the people will thank you, and after a month the people will tire of you. If you can't take it anymore, you will find another warrior to kill you."

Leon rested his forehead and sighed: "I'm not going to kill Nathan, it's the other people in the terminal..."

"evidence?"

"Wait." Leon put down his hand, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, making him lick his lips involuntarily, "Ke Luo, I promised to help you, but what you gave is not enough. As you said Said that an affair doesn't mean anything, otherwise Netann would have been killed by his legal wife long ago, not to mention that Kelly is not even Hines' wife, but someone who lives in his house. No, you still have to Do me a favor so I can promise you."

"What's the matter?" Ke Luo became vigilant.

"I don't think about it now, I will ask you later, otherwise we can't talk about it."

"I will not provide illegal aid."

"Believe me, the last thing I want to offend on a cusp like this is 'the law.'"

After hanging up the phone, Leon came back in a hurry, his face flushed due to emotional ups and downs.

"What's wrong?" The two turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

"Binney, do you remember Roy?" Leon asked eagerly.

"remember."

"You still remember that Nathan was in the VIP waiting room at the time, and Roy showed up and took out a knife..."

"Yeah, I know," Binny cut him off.

Leon understood him, because in fact, none of them really wanted to recall the bloody scene at that time.

"Okay." Leon raised his hands and wiped his face, and said tremblingly, "The orphan of the miner. The VIP waiting room. The candidate for the E state representative. These are the three key points of an incident. In your opinion Can they be strung together into a storyline?"

"I can't see it!" Allen blurted out.

They looked at each other in shock.

Allen's right shoe tip kept touching the ground. He looked at the two of them and asked cautiously: "A miner's orphan really can't be the starting point of a career story, right?"

"Even if Roy took all the coins that were in the drawer, it wouldn't be as well prepared," Binny said.

"I think we've found something," Leon said.He was relieved.

A black car stopped beside them, and the glass window of the driver's seat lowered slowly, revealing Charles' face.

"Do you want to go, boss?" He looked at their expressions and asked strangely.

"I'm going to State B," Binnilla opened the door, Leon sat in, looked at him and said, "You stay in State A, pay attention, we will definitely find something."

Binny nodded, and Alan watched the car drive away.

"So," Alan looked at him and asked, "There is still some time before the negotiation, where should we start?"

"Not for the time being." Binny took out his mobile phone. "To save time, let's try to call the person directly. There are phone numbers of candidates for state E in the news reports."

"Who is the E state representative candidate you are talking about?"

"Loy."

The person who answered the phone had a cold voice, which made people wonder if his occupation was an assistant:

"Hi, this is Lowy's office, what's the matter?"

"I want to talk to Roy," Binny said.

"Excuse me, what is your identity?"

"Binney, Binny Irwin, my boss is Leon Morton."

There is no need to add the last sentence. When Binny reported his name, the person on the other end of the phone had obviously moved, and seemed to be covering the receiver and shouting at someone. Soon, the phone was picked up again: "Transfer for you, Sir, is it convenient to answer the videophone?"

"No problem."

Binny crossed the phone to accept the video call, and soon Roy's face appeared on the screen.

Roy became even thinner, and the originally big and round cat's eyes seemed to have fallen into a deep well, emitting a weird light.

The fundus of his eyes was like Leon's, with dark circles under his eyes, but thicker, and his whole body was so gloomy that black air was blowing from the top of his head.

There was something different about him that didn't surprise Binny, it would be weird if he was still the same.

"I thought you would never look for me again." Roy smiled, looking really happy, but his eyes were like dry wells, and there was no smile at all in his eyes, "You look a lot tired Ah, finally found out the benefits of following me?"

Binny interrupted him and said, "The killing of Nathan was the result of your cooperation with Tex, wasn't it?"

Roy's expression was alert for a moment, and then he looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"I don't have a tape," Binney promised, knowing what he was worried about. "I swear on my honor."

Before Roy could speak, he continued: "It was Tex who bought the VIP tickets for you, Tex gave you the funds, Tex didn't bribe Leon, he moved you, right? You help him get rid of Nai Tarn."

"You're wrong, I'm not helping him." Roy said bluntly, he still chose to believe Binny's oath, "He just happened to benefit."

"Do you have any evidence against Tex?"

"Why should I accuse him?" Roy asked amusedly, "Why should I help Morton?"

"We urgently need to make Tex unable to turn over now," Binny said steadily, as if to make a deal, "we can keep your identity a secret, as long as it is proved that Naitan's death was ordered by Tex, who executed it?" It's not important."

"So, what good am I?" Roy asked.

"We won't sue you," Binny said dryly.

"What? Sue me? You have no evidence at all." Roy twitched his lips.

"Listen," Binny said seriously, with sharp eyes, "We didn't bite you out before because Leon said 'everything must make way for the campaign'.

"I can tell you that for a case, especially a murder case involving two rich people, the prosecution, investigation and trial will take a very, very long time, even if the election is over, your lawsuits will not be finished yet.

"During this process, the court will force the two of you to terminate all political activities. You can think about whether it is worth it."

"Morton will also be terminated, isn't he afraid?" Roy's face showed an expression of disbelief, and he could vaguely see the shadow of the boy who contradicted the supervisor in the mine.

"Anyway, if Tex doesn't solve the problem, Leon doesn't have many chances in this election." Binny responded fluently, "He can wait, he has long decided to spend his entire life on the campaign, fighting until he is five or sixty years old. How many deputies are there to occupy a place in the world. The question is,

"What about you? Roy, can you wait?"

"Are you threatening me?" Roy said flatly, staring at him, eyes creepy enough.

It was the first time Binny had seen a man who had changed so dramatically.

Undeterred, he replied, "Maybe. We don't want to make things look bad either."

"You guys." Roy smiled, and the whole person was even more terrifying. He looked Binny up and down, as if he couldn't get enough, "Can I make some additional requests?"

"No."

"I'm at a loss." Roy said resentfully.

"No loss, you are also at a critical moment in the election. No one is easier than the other." Binny persuaded him earnestly.

Roy fell silent, neither hung up nor angry.After a long time, he asked:

"You really don't want to come?"

"I don't have the habit of working part-time."

"Then how do I send you an email?" Roy sneered, "And leave a trace?"

"You must have a solution." Binny threw him the problem, simply because he really couldn't afford to go to E state.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll play tricks?" Roy heard his overtones.

"Better not," Binny said. "I really want to make things better. It's Tex who's going to take it down."

Roy closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, and even relaxed his eyebrows a little.

After the first few sentences, the rest is full of nonsense, but he just wants to talk nonsense with Binny.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Leon wanted to take out his mobile phone to check public opinion websites and public opinion speeches online, but he chose to give up after hesitating for a long time.

He didn't want to affect his mood at a critical moment. If, as Ke Luo said, he saw the big Vs of all the websites sincerely remembering Naitaen, he didn't know how he would react.

After all, deaf ears are not enough to get angry, and seeing the truth is probably not enough to kill you on the spot.

Leon sighed, thinking that probably every serious person who is struggling should stay away from social networks.

This matter is probably not difficult. He is so busy that he can't wait to learn mitosis. As long as he doesn't touch it, he can't see anything.

He opened the file on the phone and continued to read the file, but he was thinking about Lusha and the mysterious message in his mind.

At this time, the phone rang again.