[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Washington Dance Company.

The holiday was approaching, and there was no performance. After the noon warm-up, the girls in the dance troupe got together in twos and threes, resting and chatting, and they seemed particularly undisciplined.Until a girl who was sitting on the mat and playing with her mobile phone suddenly exclaimed and stood up: "My God!"

"what happened?"

"Angie, Angie and Thomas broke up?!"

After a silence, the dance room immediately exploded: "--what?!"

Almost everyone put down what they were doing and moved closer to her.

The girl who first discovered this incident immediately handed over her mobile phone to everyone.The girl who was usually close to An Qi glanced at the news headlines and shouted, "Impossible! They are obviously very affectionate..."

When it came to the latter, she herself had no confidence.

Angie and Thomas seem to have not been in touch for a long time recently.On weekdays, Thomas wished he could pick Angie home every day, but now, except for Dr. Lecter who appeared occasionally, Angie left by bus alone.

At that time, no one thought much about it. After all, not long after the election results came out, Thomas Northfield, who saved the United States and even the whole world from the war, won the incumbent President Francis Underwood and won the victory. Become the next President of the United States.

At only 30 years old, with no political achievements, he is still a wealthy businessman-although he liquidated his assets not long ago.Thomas not only saved the world, but also made history.

At this juncture, Angie Lecter broke up with him?

Several girls looked at each other, no one knew what happened.The girl with the mobile phone hesitated for a moment, then clicked on the news video in the silence.

The dark-haired, green-eyed Thomas Northfield moved at once.

"Anqi's wish is that in each of her performances, the people she loves can sit in the audience; every afternoon, she can sit in front of the piano with her husband and enjoy the ensemble." Thomas said to the camera, " After being with me, she gave a lot and made a lot of concessions, but I couldn't even satisfy An Qi's most basic wishes."

He was still wearing the well-tailored suit and dark green tie, with a bit of sadness on his handsome face, but he still maintained a decent smile.

"Rocky attacked An Qi half a year ago and caused her a lot of harm. Now there is almost a war again—it is because we love each other and respect each other that we chose to separate. I beg everyone not to use Unreasonable speculation to hurt her, Angie is my angel, and she will always be."

And the angel of the future president is following Rocky at this moment, stepping into the White House.

Underwood has not yet resigned, but because of the hiring of terrorists and other shady incidents, the vice president is temporarily in power before Thomas succeeds.

Underwood, who was charged with multiple charges, was completely monitored by the FBI and the CIA, and the huge White House became a prison for temporarily detaining the president.

"Aren't you going in?"

Stopping in front of the door, Angie turned and looked at Loki.

He didn't even use magic to confuse others' sight, the evil spirit standing in the lobby of the White House was proud and calm.The surrounding agents and guards stared intently, as if they never existed.

"It's you who wants to kill him, what should I do?" Loki spread his hands, "Or do you want me to do it for you because you don't want to see blood, dear Angie?"

Angie hooked her lips indifferently.

"If you don't want to watch the show, just wait for me."

She said, taking a step.

Francis Underwood looked up as the door was pushed open.

He was not surprised that she would come.A petite and delicate young girl stood at the door, wearing a black suit jacket and a vermilion dress, looking like a god of death breaking into the world in the cold white house.

Angie Lecter walked in with graceful strides, and none of the agents stopped her.

Underwood thought she was here to show off her victory, but Angie Lecter was calm.There is no timidity, no curiosity, and no elation after a successful plot. The face of the 20-year-old woman is empty, and it can even be called nothingness.

"Loki brought me in," she said, breaking the silence first, "if you're curious about that."

Yet he was not curious.

Up to now, there are not many things that can arouse Underwood's curiosity.

He stared coldly at the beautiful man, a body that Underwood thought he'd held so firmly in his hands only a few months ago—ridiculous.

"When?" he asked.

An Qi tilted her head as if she didn't understand.

Those gray eyes still shone with a purely harmless gleam, but in this case highlighted a danger that Underwood didn't remember.

"When did you plan this good show." Underwood repeated the question again.

Angie understood this time.

"When Rocky announced his candidacy," she said.

Underwood sneered inexplicably.

"Then why is the deal you proposed? Since it was premeditated, you don't need anyone's support at all."

"Oh."

An Qi suddenly felt that she looked like a villain who would talk endlessly with the protagonist after she succeeded, and she couldn't help laughing at the absurd idea.

It's a pity that it's a done deal, reality won't give him a chance to come back.

Francis Underwood's handles all came from himself, and no one framed him.

"The trade was just to give myself a reason."

"reason?"

Angie Lecter drew a gun from her waistband.

Glock 18, the cold body reflects the sunlight.She stretched out her hand and slowly put the pistol on the table.

"The reason for your life," she replied.

He recognized the gun, of course.Now seeing it again, Underwood felt deeply ironic, and it was his turn to be confused. The former president looked into Angie's eyes, and there were traces of temptation in his dark eyes: "For revenge, sacrifice yourself, I don't think I ever messed with you, Lecter."

"Just call me Angie."

She spoke flatly.

"There can be many Lecter, but only one Angie."

Saying that, An Qi let go of the hand holding the gun butt.

"You sure didn't mess with me, Francis. And neither did the Red Dragon, but it doesn't matter what the hell--does my motives matter? Long before your blood and life were on your hands in order to satisfy your desires, you should Expect someone to turn against you with the same crime. It doesn't matter who raises the butcher's knife."

The sweet voice was extremely indifferent, and every word An Qi uttered seemed to be filled with ice balls.Her delicate face was so hollow when she wasn't expressing her expression that she was hardly alive.

Underwood really wanted to know, which one is the human skin of "Angie" and which one is the truth beneath the appearance, between the indifference of a walking dead and the innocent innocence.

But in reality, none of that matters.

"You are a respectable opponent. Meticulous, powerful, and almost invulnerable." An Qi continued, "I admit that I used a sideways move, relying on Loki to defeat you. This is an insult to your lifetime achievements."

Angie was indeed not reconciled.

If she is strong enough and more determined, she should confront him openly, stand on the political arena, stand on an equal footing, defeat him openly, and convince him to lose.

But Angie Lecter can choose her identity and keep her soul, but she can't shake the reality of the world she lives in.

"So I give you another option, Francis."

She glanced at the gun on the table.

"It won't take long for Loki to be complacent, and the Avengers will find out the problem sooner or later. You can stay in prison until you die, or until the truth is revealed, leaving behind a name that is not clean but worthy of the admiration of others. "

"Choose, Francis."

After Angie Lecter finished speaking, she turned around, opened the door, and left without looking back.

The gunfire echoed in the corridors of the White House.An Qi paused, then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Loki was waiting for him outside.The handsome young man stood in front of his Cadillac, and only raised his eyebrows when he saw An Qi coming out: "Your gun is missing."

An Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: He gave that gun to her.

"I won't do it myself." An Qi explained, "Killing people is not my purpose."

"This should really be told to Red Dragon and Underwood."

"I just gave them a possibility. It was Red Dragon who took the initiative to find Hannibal, and Underwood picked up the gun himself. How can you blame me, my lord evil spirit."

At the end of the sentence, she blinked, showing a look of grievance.

Angie Lecter, who was usually much loved, came back to life, Loki didn't bother to continue pestering her, just sneered a few times, and then opened the car door.

"Let me take you home for the last time, Angie." He said, "It's the end of our cooperation."

She thought he would cross the river and tear down the bridge.

To be honest, even if the evil god did such a thing, An Qi would not be surprised.But he chose to just let her go, and An Qi was not surprised either.

Throughout the year, he opened the car door countless times for her, and now it might be the last time.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, An Qi looked at the White House, which was getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror. After a moment of silence, she took out her mobile phone.

"Hannibal?"

After the call was made, she spoke softly.

"I'll go home tonight... yes." An Qi said seriously, holding the phone in her hands, "It's all over."

The author has something to say: To be honest, at this point, I don’t think Kinoshita will really choose to commit suicide.

But what is logic!I have no idea!Do not ask me!I am the author and I am the oldest, I said he will die if he dies!I do not care! [Speaking and rolling on the ground]

The first world is coming to an end, I guarantee to you that the doctor will not die for the time being, but the car must be driven first!So I can't run away from him afterwards.The next world is Paris in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries

Thanks to Jinyi Scorpion:D Mogao cried landmines, hug each one up and hold them high~