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Chapter 240 The Murderer (Seeking Collection, Subscription, Monthly Pass)
Lina looked up, and was surprised to find that He Ao was sitting on the sofa in front of her.

As she walked and thought, she almost bumped into He Ao.

"Um,"

She nodded slightly, wanting to share something with He Ao, but then remembered that according to the oldness of this book, the other party had flipped through it countless times, and many of her understandings might be superficial, so she closed her mouth carefully , just nodded.

"sit down."

He Ao pointed to the sofa next to him.

Lena sat down carefully, only then did she realize that the projection screen in front of her was on, and a man in a silver suit was giving a loud speech.

The speakers in the living room seemed to be specially designed, and the sound coming from behind the sofa could only be heard clearly when sitting down, and the sound was so weak when standing up that Lena didn't even notice it just now.

"Christos," He Ao watched Lena staring at the figure on the screen, and introduced softly, "The strong candidate for the mayor of Dawn City this time, the author of the book in your hand, Joseph Searle, is His running mate."

"what?"

Lina was taken aback, "I thought the author was a scholar."

"Scholar," Howo replied calmly,
"Joseph Searle is a professor of economics at Chenxi University. He graduated with a Ph.D. from the Federal Business School in Irons, the federal capital. After graduating from the Ph.D., he conducted a three-year study tour across the Federation. The book was published during his study tour."

"Isn't this book published ten years ago?" Lena was a little surprised, "He became a professor only ten years after he graduated from his doctorate?"

In the Commonwealth, a professor is a very high title, which basically means that he is highly respected. Most of the professors are the heads of their departments.

Many people can't be rated as professors until they retire with gray hair.

Lina has been to university, she knows how difficult it is to be a professor in a university, and this Joseph Searle, who has graduated with a Ph. , can basically be described as talent excellence.

But thinking about the book in her hand, Lena felt it was reasonable again.

But there is one question that Lina wanted to ask from the very beginning, and just when we were talking about this, she asked softly, "Is there any research result in this book? After all, it has been published for ten years..."

"The book has no follow-up,"

He Ao stared at the screen and shook his head slightly, "His author is still doing further research."

-

"A few months ago, when I decided I was going to run for mayor, my running mate Searle asked me, 'What if I lose?' Yeah, what if I lose?"

The lights in the square shone on Christos' cheeks. He straightened his body and stared at the crowd of spectators.

"I've been assassinated 73 times since I ran for office, they planted explosives under my car, they put deadly poison in my coffee, they'll do anything they can to get past the campaign. , 'solve' a candidate who threatens them."

"I'm sure you've all seen all sorts of weird little commercials where I've had 'dirty' relationships with 32 married women and 'seduced' 27 married men."

"When they want to throw dirty water on a person, they don't need any evidence, they just make up a disgusting 'story', and then spend money to keep advertising, so that everyone can see this 'story' ’, get people bored with that person, and their purpose is accomplished.”

"But why now, why this time, is their dirty little trick not working? Why am I still standing here giving a speech? Is it because they spend less money? Is it missing?"

"No, it's because you who are standing here will no longer be deceived by them!"

"Among the people standing here, there may be survivors who survived the air theater of the Nord Building a few months ago. You should still remember the hero who saved thousands of people with his life, Roy."

"He asked me a question before the Air Theater incident, 'Who will represent the Commonwealth?'"

"At the beginning, I failed to give him the answer, but now, I want to tell you who are standing here."

"Who can represent the federation? Is it the consortium that controls the mouthpiece of the media, makes all workers hungry, assassinates political opponents wantonly, and pours dirty water on the enemy? Is it the consortium that claims to be the controller of the federation?"

"no!"

"Is it those politicians who take the money from the consortium, spend their days and nights, never fulfill their campaign promises, and even help the consortium to issue regulations that oppress the laborers?"

"no!"

"The federation never belongs to certain people, but to all the people of the federation. You who stand here are the masters of the federation!"

"The Federation belongs to you, and Chenxi City also belongs to you!"

"I stand here today to announce the truth of this world to the public. The morning light is the morning light of the people, and the federation is the federation of the people."

"Even if I fail, even if I die before the dawn, someone will step on my corpse, no one can stop the dawn, no one can stop us, the light of the morning will dispel all the darkness in this world .”

He raised his hands high and shouted,

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

"Long live the dawn! Long live the people!"

There was a thunderous response from the square.

It seemed that the voice of one person was echoing, and it seemed that the voices of all people merged into one voice.

-

He Ao took his eyes away from the TV and sank back into the soft sofa.

Lena's cheeks flushed abnormally, she was infected by the emotion of Christos's speech, and she was a little excited.

He Ao felt his bracelet vibrate, he raised his hand, looked at the bracelet, and a new message popped out.

A message from the director of Jelang,

[Mr. Wei'an, according to Philip's confession, the person who planted the bomb under your car was a man from Chenxi City named Yarid. Philip provided assistance for his actions, and he is most likely still in Kaya City. ]
[OK, thanks]
He Ao replied to the message, and his eyes fell back to the screen where Christos's election advertisement was already playing, with deep eyes.

-

"Sir, here we are."

The young driver stopped the car slowly and said softly.

Sitting in the back row of the car was an old man wearing a heavy windbreaker. He slowly took off his hat from the hook next to him and put it on his head. "Wait here for me."

With that said, he pushed open the car door and stepped on the street.

The cold wind of the silent night blew the hem of his clothes.

Beside the street is an old tavern. The signboard of the tavern swayed slightly in the wind, as if it hadn't been repaired for a long time.

The old man walked to the door of the tavern slowly, and slowly opened the door of the tavern.

A waiter immediately greeted him and led him to a small wooden door in the deepest part of the tavern.

He slowly pushed open the wooden door, and hung his coat and hat on the coat rack at the door with some annoyance.

"Why did you call me here at this time? My son is still being interrogated by the FBI, and I have to find a way to release him on bail. Prodigal bastard, why is that old guy Danilo so crazy today?"

The fireplace by the wall was burning with hot flames, and the warm firelight hit the old man's aged face.

People nowadays seldom use the fireplace as an ancient heating tool. After all, wood is a precious item in the fortress city. Being able to use a fireplace often means that the owner has a noble status.

After the old man finished speaking, he realized that the room was unusually quiet.

He turned his head in doubt, and found that most of the group's directors with slightly more shares were sitting here, and in the most important seat, where Philip used to be, sat a middle-aged man with blond hair.

When the old man saw the young man, the man also smiled and walked towards the old man, shaking hands with the old man enthusiastically.

"Is it Jamie's father, Mr. Hannah? I'm Jamie's good friend. I'm from Nord Group. I'm here to help you complete the listing. You can call me,
yalid. "

　This story is purely fictional and takes place in a different world.

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