The battle lasted until about seven o'clock in the evening, and dozens of body bags were brought out of it one after another.

Relatives gathered outside waiting for news wept bitterly, and some knelt on the ground, raised their hands to the sky and cried and prayed, perhaps, even God had a little pity on Santa Monica, and the light rain was falling, slapping on everyone's faces, as if it were all just a dream.

"A total of 78 people were killed!"

Madelen's face was covered with stains, washed by the rain, his eyes were tired, he looked at the same Charley, lowered his head and sighed, leaning against the police car.

And the same Director Charlie heard this number, the eyelashes at the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, as if he naturally took two steps back, and sat on the police car, his heart was like ashes. The death of 78 people is probably the deadliest attack in the United States since the turn of the millennium, with the exception of 911.

"Do you want to keep this news down?" Madelen asked suddenly.

When these words were spoken, all the high-ranking officials of the police department, including Charley, looked at him with a stunned gaze, and the whole Madelen's scalp was numb, and he spread his hands, but he didn't know what to say.

"If we hide it, we'll all go to jail if we find out." Golov on the side wrinkled his brows and interjected, looking at Madelen with a very unkind look, although his personality is not particularly upright, but he also hates this kind of bullying behavior, and said directly, looking at Charlie, his tone was firm, "This kind of thing can't be done, we want everyone to know that today is a tragic day in Santa Monica City, and we want to pray for them, not hide the facts." ”

Madelen doesn't want to argue with this idiot!

His eyes just looked at Charlie, the two looked at each other, they both understood what kind of uproar this number would cause if it was reported or even announced to the public, Charlie hesitated, and his voice was a little heavy, "Don't announce it to the public yet..."

"Mr. Charley!" Golov shouted anxiously.

"This is an order to Inspector Golov!" Charlie also didn't dare to show weakness, after glaring, he glanced at Madelen again, got into the car with a black face, closed the car window, and asked the driver to drive away from the scene.

"Chief Charlie... I'm USA Today."

"Charlie..."

The old man was a little annoyed by him, and said to the driver with a black face, "Don't worry about them, let's drive over." ”

Madelen and Golov were left at the scene, neither of them could pee into a gourd, but after looking at each other, the former shrugged and left, and Golov looked at the church that was half blown up and collapsed, his heart flashed a little guilty, he has half Yugoslav blood, he seems to have seen the tragedy that once happened around him, his soul told himself, he must not let the people live in hiding.

Golov finally looked at the group of reporters outside.

……

Next.

Gao Jun had a band-aid on his face, sitting at the table, the morning sun outside the window shone in through the window, half of his face was a little warm, the table was full of hearty breakfast, Beta brought over a stack of newspapers, "Sir, this is today's newspaper." ”

"Okay, thank you, Beta."

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

Gao Jun pursed his lips and smiled, his head is still a little muddy, he didn't sleep well when he came back last night, not because of a psychological shadow, but because he felt that there should be business to be done here!

For example, employees armed with God take care of local policing?!

Those so-called heavy police are too unreliable, they will pull the slop at a critical time, they simply cannot meet the needs of modern terrorist warfare, including night vision devices, unmanned reconnaissance equipment, these are not available... And the city finance will not give much support, Gao Jun felt that he could completely take down this plan, he spread out a newspaper casually, and when he saw the signature on it, he raised his eyebrows.

Without exception, the newspaper wrote about the events of Santa Monica's Cathedral, but it was signed like this: "Mr. Mayor and his government departments are like a turtle in the incident!" 》

It is not at all polite to criticize Bill as a philistine man who has not done anything, and points out that he will die for 78 lives!

This is where someone is starting to get their hands dirty.

As soon as this idea popped into Gao Jun's mind, the mobile phone on the table shook, glanced at it, picked it up and connected it, "Good morning, Mr. Mayor." ”

Who else can call Bill now?

Although the other party seemed to be breathing rapidly, and it was accompanied by anger, he still suppressed his temper and muffled, "Good morning, high." Then he said, "Did you read today's newspaper?" They're just slandering, throwing dirt on me, and they're trying to pull me out of this position, and not even let me run for the Senate. ”

"Calm down, sir." Gao Jun felt that the other party's tone was a little out of control, so he mentioned it.

Bill took a deep breath, his tone full of helplessness.

"There's nothing that money can't solve, throw away the dollars I support you, let those reporters lick your toes, and if you need to, you can sue them for slander, and my team of lawyers will take care of it." Gao Jun seems to have the confidence to write, and now there is still some time before the election, and there is still time to do so.

"I guess Mayor Bill should know what you're supposed to do, I think you should contact the newspaper tycoons..."

"I'll do it well, and I'll solve this matter perfectly." Bill could understand the meaning of Gao Jun's tone, those newspaper tycoons just wanted to make money, give them enough benefits or give them a promise, pull up their own broken boat, and pay certain conditions, which is also a way out of the way.

After a few words, he couldn't wait to hang up the phone.

Listening to the busy sound inside, Gao Jun put down the fork, walked through the window, looked like this for a long time, and suddenly spoke, "Mr. Beta." ”

"I'm here." Beta, who had been beside him, came out when he heard the shout, bowing his head, "Any orders?" Mr. ”

"In the name of the HWP Group, I donated $2 million to participate in the aftermath of the event, and I was contacted by a blood donation agency, and I was going to donate blood, and I hoped that a reporter would accidentally appear there." Gao Jun turned his head to look at Beta and tilted his head, "Do you know what I mean?" ”

Beta was so shrewd, of course he understood, he nodded, repeating, "The reporter will accidentally photograph you, and, interview you." ”

Gao Jun was very satisfied with this housekeeper, and suddenly his eyes rolled, "Do you want to help me?" ”

"This..."Beta was stunned, but when she came back to her senses, she suddenly understood what he meant, and was embarrassed, "Prince Fercell..."

"I'll talk about him over there, His Royal Highness the Prince is very generous."

"Then it's my pleasure..."

…… I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~