In March, the weather is cold, and it is still very cold. However, the central square in front of the presidential residence is still crowded.

The federal government dispatched a lot of security forces, and the director of the investigation bureau personally sat in the town and pulled out the cordon, just to escort the man in the C position at this moment, wearing a megaphone and sitting in a wheelchair.

Countless media in the federation have set up guns and cannons, and they have come up with the milk energy to interview red carpet superstars, and they are bound to shoot this amazing inside story. The media hailed this moment as the "darkest hour".

In a corner, Song Yuling squinted his eyes, and looked closely at the fact that it was full of ice, anger, ice and fire. There was a blind old lady next to him, it was Mrs. Song. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and she cried blindly.

Ji Lianhong, the man who has been with Song Zhihe for many years, looked at the crowd at this time, and his heart rose and fell one after another. He should have died, but with the obsession and perseverance in his heart, he survived. Ye Jidu said that it was a miracle that he could wake up.

"Federal, brothers and sisters, cough cough cough," he coughed a little because the opening tone was set high, and he didn't speak for a long time, unfamiliar, "we are gathered today to expose a shocking conspiracy. ”

All eyes were on his face, pale and limp, but he was still tenacious.

"Mr. Song Zhihe, the chairman and founder of the Luminous Group and the actual legal person of Everest, is also my boss and my confidant, not died in an accident, but a murder that has been planned for a long time!"

The words are round, there is a sound on the ground, and the sound is crying blood. The north wind howled like a whimper.

People were silent, waiting for the follow-up disclosure.

Ji Lianhong raised his right hand, like a soldier's declaration of defense, solemn and formal.

"I swear by my life that everything I say is true and true. The person who killed Mr. Song was Bai Jifu, who was running for the presidency of the Federation, and the second leader of the White Sea Security Company - Hong Shizhong, who acted as his pawn! The real place of his death was three kilometers outside the Guanlan Courtyard. ”

This short string contains a lot of information. Federal parliamentarians, presidential candidates, Bai Hai and the No. 2 person who should have been active in the shadows, and the Ning family, the owner of the Guanlan Villa, the second family of the contemporary federation.

The Federation is about to change!

Song Yulin stared at the people on the stage tightly, trying his best to suppress his emotions, and did not forget to hold his grandmother. Someone next to him looked at him inexplicably, and found that he was silent but burst into tears. "Hey, isn't this the son of the Song family?"

This former playboy, who has been with actresses from all walks of life in the Federation countless times, grew up in an instant on this occasion.

Ji Lianhong continued, his bloodless lips were dry and chapped by the cold wind. "They don't intend to let me go, but I'm a martial artist, and I survived the rain of bullets and bullets. I have survived to this day, just to uncover their misdeeds. Just imagine what would become of our federation if such a person became president of the federation. Please do not vote for this mad man, who will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends. He bowed his head and lifted it up for a long time, which was a bow and a pleading.

There was a lasting silence in the crowd. I don't know who shouted, "Why did they kill Mr. Song?" ”

"Interests, interests, and," Ji Lianhong looked at the white buildings behind him, "that supreme position." ”

At this point, the director of the FBI said: "We will set up a task force to investigate all the charges against presidential candidate Mr. Bai Jifu, and you can stay tuned." ”

Ji Lianhong was covered and left the central square. The destination is the Plum Garden. There, there were people waiting for him.

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Nessa remembers very clearly the last time she saw Song Zhihe and Ji Lianhong. Song Zhihe showed her the script he wrote himself, and Ji Lianhong joked that he would make up the love commemorative VCR for them in the poplar forest in the desert.

In the blink of an eye, the Si man has passed away, and the other is full of injuries. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

Waiting for Ji Lianhong is naturally Nessa and Ye Zhan.

There are not only plums in the plum garden, but also other flowers, which at this time have some buds, and the air is wrapped in fragrance. Ye Zhan took Ji Lianhong's wheelchair, pushed him, and walked in the garden.

The first to break the silence was Nisha, "Mr. Ji, my husband ......" paused and changed his words, "My uncle, what did he say in the end?" ”

Ji Lianhong regained his composure and recalled the scene at that time, "He came out of the Guanlan Courtyard and was very anxious, asking me to drive faster." He said that the Federation is going to set off a bloody storm, and he must make an appointment with you and Mr. Ye at night to come to the Plum Garden. ”

What could make Song Zhihe, who was silent and calm in front of Mount Tai, so flustered? It must have been an earth-shattering event.

"And then?" Nessa asked again.

Ji Lianhong took a breath, "We didn't get far before the gunshots rang out." They blew the tires. Looking back now, Ji Lianhong still feels palpitations, and his eyelids keep jumping. Hong Shizhong scolded Mr. for being a traitor to the Six Families, and said that he was going to confess to the prince, and they fired. Miss Nisha, Sir asked me to tell you that he entrusted the Song family to you. ”

He's supporting the orphans! Nessa turned her face away, the light in her eyes shattering, blurring her vision.