On September 22, 2045, the morning before the SMS incident was exposed.

Bledsoe was woken up by the sound of a "ding" phone.

"Who, what's the morning...."Bledsoe lay on the bed, his eyes widened, and his hand touched the bedside table for a moment before he got his phone.

"This is Bledsoe, who are you?"

"Can you come to my apartment? alone, don't be found by anyone"

"Mayor?" Bledsoe sat up. "Okay, good" Bledsoe hurriedly got out of bed, changed his clothes, and prepared to come out. When I went out, I caught a glimpse of a black hat hanging from the porch.

"Don't be discovered, right?" took the black hat in one hand, covered his face tightly, and posed in front of the mirror at the door. After locking the door, he went to the mayor's house.

The mayor's house lives on Fifth Avenue, two blocks from Bledsoe's house, not far from Bledsoe's house, and in 10 minutes, Bledsoe is at the mayor's door, just about to knock. The door opened, and the mayor was dressed in a scruffy white vest, his hair was messy, his head was buttoned, and the whole room smelled of alcohol.

Bledsoe had never seen such a Joyce, and in his impression, Joyce had always been the image of a capable and capable leader, "It seems that that incident was really frustrating for the mayor." Bledsoe thought to himself.

"Come in"

Before Bledsoe could reply, the mayor turned around, pulled on his slippers, buckled his head, and walked down the hallway.

Looking at the mayor's decadent back, I remembered what the mayor looked like in the office that day.

Joyce slumped in her chair and muttered to herself.

"It's over, it's all over"

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of sadness came to Bledsoe's heart, "I've been fighting with Penelope for so long, but it's such a result." ”

I really felt sorry for Joyce, sighed, and followed Joyce in. As soon as he was about to walk to the living room, he was grabbed by Joyce and pulled into the bedroom.

This was also the first time Bledsoe had entered the mayor's bedroom, which was not large, only large enough to fit a large bed and a bookcase next to the bed, which was full of books, politics and history.

"Mayor, or we'll stop fighting"

Joyce turned and sat down on the bed. Looking up at Bledsoe, a bitter expression appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bledsoe, do you want me to live with a black name for the rest of my life and watch Degus being ruined by people like Penelope?"

Bledsoe spread his hands, sighed, folded his hands, and sat down beside Joyce.

"I didn't mean that, I thought about it before, Penelope's game is no longer solved. Bledsoe looked at Joyce helplessly, and continued, "If Weeks and your inference, I can't say for sure, when the explosion of the text message will seem to be accidental, but in fact it must be exposed, and the deputy mayor's side is responsible for the search, and if there is anything unfavorable to you, we can't intervene." In this way, all the anger of the people will be vented on you, mayor. The election is about to start the day after tomorrow, and whether it is the citizens or the bigwigs, there will definitely be a lot less support for you. The deputy mayor has had good political achievements in recent years, and for the sake of insurance, Penelope will definitely arrange a scapegoat for this incident and let the deputy mayor take advantage of this, so that the deputy mayor will definitely be able to run for mayor, and then, Penelope can go deep into the core of Degus's politics, I think, there is no way. ”

Joyce smiled and looked at Bledsoe, who said as the mayor nodded. After Bledsoe finished speaking, Joyce patted Bledsoe on the back, "It's the first time I've seen you talk so much"

"As you say, it seems that there is no solution. But Joyce got up and took a recording from a drawer.

Then comes a drunken voice from Joyce.

"Mark, tell me honestly if you betrayed me"

A blank space.

"Hahaha, that's what I said, I mean a little gangster who came out of the night gentleman, how can he be reliable, that time he asked me to go to the night gentleman, just to up!"

A blank space.

"Hehe-I can understand that you are a group of inferior people, you can even sacrifice everything for the sake of profit, there are so many places to meet, you just choose a gentleman in the middle of the night. Now that I am ruined, are you happy? I tell you, I am ruined, you will not have good fruit to eat, and you still want to live a good life with your lowly wife by relying on your work, you can dream of it!"

After listening, Bledsoe said, "This is"

Joyce threw the tape recorder on the bed.

"This recording is what I sent to Mark when I was about to break that text message in the news, and I rehearsed what I was going to say when the time came. ”

"You're forcing him to turn against the water, but what's the use of that?"

"It's really useless, you look at this again. ”

So Joyce pulled out a text message that had been sent and showed it to Bledsoe.

Here's what the content is.

"Mark, I'm sorry, the situation is urgent, I have to do this, I have to do what I said before, I have never thought that way in my heart, one, with what I know about Penelope, he is likely to install a bug in your house, so the content of the conversation between you and me before is likely to reach Penelope's ears. Besides, I know you're good at acting, but if you burst into honest emotions. Combined, I'm sure Penelope will convince you of your rebellion. I'm really sorry, but what I'm going to say is very important, please be sure to convince Penelope to arrest me before the election. I know him, and it makes more sense for him to humiliate me as much as he wants if you mention what happened three years ago, especially before the election. You tell him that it doesn't matter if he kills me in the end, he can pretend to be someone who hates me.

I have made up my mind, and there is no other solution. Of course, you can also give me this text message to Penelope, so that you will get more rewards, no matter what you choose in the end, I will not blame you, after all, the hardships you have suffered in the past three years are all because of me, you have already paid off what you owe me, no matter what, I am very grateful to you, Mike"

"Arrest you?!" Bledsoe stood up, "No, no, who knows what that madman will do!" Bledsoe's tone was very resolute.

"Bledsoe" Joyce looked at Bledsoe, "we have no choice, only this, the future fate of Degus is on this"

Bledsoe looked at Joyce's determined gaze and knew that he would not be able to persuade him. Smiled helplessly

"What do you want me to do"

Joyce took off her pants all at once, exposing her thighs.

"What are you going to do?"

Joyce looked at Bledsoe and smiled, "What do you think?"

Then Joyce turned around and took out a knife and a chip and two towels from the drawer of the bookcase, a needle and thread, and a bottle of alcohol.

"What are you going to do!"

"Cutting the Knife"

I saw Joyce disinfect the knife and needle with an alcohol-soaked towel, "Wait a minute, help me sew it"

Before Bledsoe could say yes, Joyce took another clean towel in his mouth and slashed it into his right thigh.

"Ahh "Hmm" The towel seems to be bitten by him,

"Mayor!"

Joyce endured the sharp pain, and brushed the flesh of his thigh, red and white intertwined, blood and flesh still with nerves. Joyce's hands trembled in pain, but she managed to thrust the chip in her hands. Joyce slowly took the towel out of her mouth, "To... Sew me ... Sew"

Bledsoe hurried over, picked up the needle, and looked at the thigh, which was blurred by blood, the incision was really deep. The flesh and blood inside are still bulging, and in addition to being disgusting, it is more distressing.

"Hurry...", Joyce's weak voice was heard, and Bledsoe looked at Joyce's expression as he was about to faint in pain, and regardless of his previous experience, he knew that the longer he dragged on, the more painful he became. So he put one end of his hand, picked up the flesh skin on the wound, and put it in.

"Ahh

After 10 minutes, the piece of meat was finally sealed.

Bledsoe wiped the sweat from his forehead, found that Joyce had fainted from pain, looked at the blood on his hands, and the blood on Joyce's thigh, so he went to the bathroom to help Joyce clean the blood. Helped Joyce to the bed, helped him cover the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the young man in his 30s in front of him, his facial features were still so tall and vibrant, but his hair was much whiter, and the corners of his eyes were already a little wrinkled. "It's been so hard for Dergus for so many years. ”

After watching for a long time, Bledsoe got up to go to the living room to take a look, but as he walked out of the bedroom door to the living room, he was stopped by Joyce.

"Don't go to the living room"

Looking back at Joyce lying on the bed, he found that he had opened his eyes.

Bledsoe then walked in and helped Joyce to his feet, and Joyce said weakly

"I forgot to tell you that the living room is already being watched by Penelope's men. ”

Bledsoe felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he thought, "It's good that I didn't go." ”

Joyce saw Bledsoe's frightened expression, and a smile appeared on his pale face, "You must have a lot of questions, I'll explain them to you one by one now."

Bledsoe hurriedly stopped "You're so weak now, let's talk about it later"

Joyce didn't care what Bledsoe said, "I asked you to come because I don't trust anyone, because there is a high probability that there will be Penelope's people in this city, and I can't tell the difference, the chip just now is actually a bugging, if I am caught, I will do my best to trap him, when the time comes, you organize someone to rescue me, you must pay attention to the time, early, he may not say anything, late, I may be..."

Bledsoe nodded in embarrassment, knowing in his heart that it was very likely that Joyce would not come back alive this time.

Seeing Bledsoe's embarrassed expression, Joyce patted him on the back, and his pale lips showed a smile, "It's okay, three years ago, I was shot, didn't everyone think I was dead, didn't I survive?"

Bledsoe sighed, and his expression slowly relaxed, "Okay, I will do my best, as soon as there is any movement, we will go in, but that James, it is said that he is the former deputy commander of the revolutionary army, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it."

"Kim Lucas, do you know him?"

Hearing this, Bledsoe was stunned for a moment, felt that the name was so familiar, and thought for a while, "It's the child of the revolutionary army, I heard Wicks say it."

"But I don't know if he's willing to help me, he seems to have a big opinion of me. ”

Bledsoe looked embarrassed at Joyce, so he took Joyce's hand and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"I'm sure I can handle this, so don't worry about it. Then I'll go to him now, and you can rest well. ”

Bledsoe patted Joyce's hand and walked out.

"The mayor has done it to this point, and it would be useless if I couldn't even persuade someone"

Bledsoe thought about it and came to the house of Mrs. Brada, the widow of the late former deputy mayor.