Compared to Eddie Mora, Francis Underwood, who is already in the upper echelons of the official, does not need time to grow.

He himself is a Democratic congressman from South Carolina's Fifth Congressional District and a powerful figure in the House of Representatives.

If he really exists in this world, and can be persuaded by Du Wei, it will undoubtedly be a great help.

But those who engage in this kind of conspiracy need to see the benefits that can be obtained.

Now Du Wei is not capable of satisfying what they want.

In contrast, it is more cost-effective to invest in Eddie Mora, who is still a poor boy.

Du Wei shook his head, putting this thought aside for the time being.

Getting the table out was a long-term plan, and it was a good start to get rid of the Bloody Hand faction in the Princeton area in the open.

Now he needs more people.

……

When the three of them returned to the abandoned library of the secret station, they saw Finch's face surprisingly solemn.

Du Wei raised his eyebrows, and had some guesses in his heart:

"What's wrong?"

Finch said in a deep voice:

Earlier, Reeser gained his trust by saving Judge Gates' children from gang members.

So I handed over part of the excerpted list to Gates through Reeser's hand.

But after Gates indicted him, all those on the list were assassinated, without exception.

The mastermind behind them acted, a very decisive assassination. ”

With that, Finch turned his gaze to Dewey.

There is no doubt that the only force that can carry out such a large-scale assassination at the same time is the high table!

Or rather, the Bloody Hand gave regional missions to the killers active in the Princeton area through the high table.

Directly killed all the official personnel who could involve them without leaking.

Hearing this, Du Wei's eyes showed a look of enlightenment.

This self-cutting of one arm is as wise as a gecko's severed tail to survive.

As for these abandoned official forces, in the beautiful country, as long as there is money, sooner or later they can buy it back.

But if the official forces follow these people to the core of their industry, the losses caused are not comparable to the bribes.

But since everyone is dead, how can their hidden mission be counted?

Just as Du Wei was thinking this, the branch hidden quest of the Salvation Ambition automatically appeared, and it was still a 0/2 progress bar.

This means that there are still very hidden members of the official Bloody Hand faction in the Princeton area.

Du Wei thought for a moment and said:

"There's no way we can avoid this at the moment.

And we're here to prevent more of this from happening in the future.

On the bright side, the people who died this time were all guilty and deserved.

If they had been worthy of the oath they had sworn to, then this death would not have befallen them.

But don't think that's the end of it.

There is now a power vacuum in Princeton's underground, and countless people are coveting this piece of fat.

In the coming days, I'm afraid the number of irrelevant numbers will increase. ”

After listening to what Du Wei said, Finch smiled bitterly, took out four social security numbers and said:

"Unfortunately, you're right, and when you killed Teddy, the machine spit out four numbers at the same time.

Clearly, Princeton is going through a period of chaos before the underground forces are back in balance. ”

Du Wei looked at McKel:

"Although the Bloody Hand Sect no longer controls those girls, you should understand how weak those girls who are helpless and don't even have passports can be in this society.

You can protect Tyri from being bullied by those bastards today.

And what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about a week later? And what about a month from now?

You can't protect them forever.

And deep down in your heart, you should understand that there is only one way to solve this problem, kill!

Fight until the high table leaves this world! ”

Feeling the heat in Du Wei's eyes, McKel nodded decisively after thinking for three-quarters of a second:

"I'm part of a team and I won't opt out until I achieve my goals.

But now, I need to settle Tyri's life and return here to fight alongside you!" ”

Du Wei nodded in agreement.

Allowed to go, McKel stood up and walked in the direction of the hospital, where Tyri, who had been badly injured by the perverted client, was still lying in the ICU.

Now that the Bloody Hand who forced her to stand on the street was gone, he was going to tell Terri the good news.

He's going to tell Tyri she's free.

Finch looked at McKel's departing back and asked casually:

"How's Eddie Mora's contact?"

"Okay, he's not what we want him to be.

But I had a hunch that he was going to change soon, because I saw on his computer the calendar he had made for himself.

His deadline is approaching. ”

Finch raised an eyebrow and said with a look of surprise:

"Is it possible to turn a person into a genius writer close to the deadline?"

Du Wei smiled mysteriously:

"Of course not, but you'll soon understand.

By the way, I need to add a few more names to my list for you, and they will come in handy in the future.

Walter White (Breaking Bad), ...... by Francis Underwood"

Finch, who got the list, looked at the sky and began to hack the database directly in front of Du Wei.

With the names entered, the messages of both men jumped out.

The first to come out was Walter, a mediocre high school chemistry teacher who, according to secret medical reports, was a lung cancer patient.

A dying man?

Finch couldn't help but glance at Du Wei again, could it be that both the dying and the dying have feelings at all?

Or are the dying people geniuses in some way?

But what does Du Wei need a high school chemistry teacher for?

Like Walter's existence, there is a lot of grabbing in this world.

This man, like Eddie, baffled Fincher.

But the second man made Finch's pupils shrink sharply.

Because this Frank (Francis abbreviation), who is wearing a suit and leather shoes, has a big belly, and he is actually a majority congressman with a lot of power.

Relative to Walter, this guy is the real heavyweight!

Why does Du Wei want to pay attention to this guy?

Could it be that this guy is the backer of the high table on the upper floor?

Finch raised his eyes and looked at Dewey in disbelief, he needed an explanation!

Du Wei looked at the information on the computer screen, and confirmed that this world is a comprehensive world of beauty.

And everyone's lives are reset to before the plot begins.

In this way, he may have come up with something that Frank was interested in.

After all, what a careerist like Frank wants is very simple, nothing more than the high throne.

When the time comes, Eddie, who will become a member of parliament, is just in the right place to help.

After briefly planning in his mind how to convince Frank, Du Wei noticed Finch's gaze, and immediately said with a smile:

"Look at what I'm doing, I'm not trying to assassinate him.

It's just that according to the public sentiment analyzed by the machine, this guy will be inaugurated as president in the future.

Therefore, dealing with him well in advance will be very helpful for us to implement the regional security law in the future. ”

Regional law and order?

The corners of Finch's eyes twitched slightly.

Does this Du Wei really dare to think, he actually wants to meddle in official policies to achieve the harmonious society he wants?

That's naïve, isn't it?

Behind every candidate are all kinds of chaebols, they are the spokesmen of capital, how can they really think about the people?

And although he Finch is rich, but in front of those giant chaebols, the money that Finch left behind is not enough.

Unless this Du Wei can steal a large sum of money from Wall Street.

But it's too illusory.

Finch looked at Du Wei's serious expression, but in the end he didn't intend to puncture Du Wei's illusions.

Just think about it, after all, the ideal is indeed great.

But the facts will always teach Du Wei to be a man.

Dewey didn't notice the strange look on Finch's face.

He was getting more and more excited about the plan he had in mind.

If you can really complete the luxury team in your mind, let these former protagonists work for themselves.

This high table is a fart!

With only Finch, Reese, and McKel, he can compete with the Regional Bloodhand.

If there are a few more wage earners, this New Jersey will not have the final say?

Thinking of the endless income of life, Du Wei's mood became better.

The future is promising, and it's no longer just talking.

Seeing Du Wei, who was humming a little song back to the Continental Hotel, Karen fell into confusion again.

Are all patients with advanced cancer so happy?

When death is approaching, can you really be happy?

Karen couldn't help but stop Du Wei, who was about to go upstairs, to chat a few words, trying to find out the truth about Du Wei's happiness:

"I heard you had a conflict with Pete yesterday?"

"Conflict? No, you know, I've always been kind to people. ”

Karen looked at Du Wei's serious face, but he didn't believe it in his heart.

Be kind to others?

Would being kind to others say to Pete's face that you are here to do that?

The corridors of the Continental Hotel are not private spaces.

All the conflicts that take place in the corridor are clearly known to the management.

To be honest, Du Wei was not at all wrong about last night.

Cullen stopped Du Wei just to use this as an entry point to ask Du Wei why he was so happy.

Cullen shook his head and said meaningfully:

"Okay, don't talk about him, anyway, in the Continental Hotel, your safety must be worry-free.

As for the outside, we can't help you much, after all, the Continental Hotel is not a detective.

If the death of every killer or doctor in the outside world has to be investigated, it will be too busy.

And Winston won't pay you overtime for that. ”

Hearing the meaning of Cullen's words, Du Wei smiled:

"Don't worry, I understand."

Cullen nodded, he had hinted at it so obviously.

Thinking about it, the smart young man in front of him should have understood what he meant.

The best way to resolve the conflict is to turn him into a dead man.

What happens outside, the Continental Hotel will only turn a blind eye.

After saying this, Karen asked as if unintentionally:

"But I see you're in a good mood today, are there any happy events?"

Du Wei thought for a moment:

"Isn't it a good news that the new targeted drug is useful?

I've had an easy two days.

By the way, speaking of which......"

Like an upstart, Du Wei slapped ten gold coins on the table.

"Give me another dose."

For a long time, when Karen met Du Wei, he would subconsciously ignore the fact that this was a cancer patient.

Because except the night before, Dewey really didn't look like a terminal cancer patient.

As a result, Cullen also ignores the symptoms of a patient with terminal cancer who is painless.

It's like a long cloudy day suddenly seeing the sun that I haven't seen for a long time.

Naturally, the heart of man is happy.

Cullen smiled and pocketed half of the gold coins on the table, a very reasonable reason to be happy.

Then he pushed the remaining half of the gold back in.

"If you can write a report of your medication experience to Byron Pharmaceuticals, then the price of the next dose of targeted drugs can give you a discount."

Faced with the returned gold coins, Du Wei naturally accepted them unceremoniously.

Gold coins play a great role, and if you can save it, you can save it.

As for the experience report, it can be completed in less than half an hour according to Du Wei's hand speed.

"Okay, deal."

Du Wei, who returned to the ninth floor, unexpectedly saw Pete here, and it seemed that this Pete was waiting for him here.

Du Wei chuckled, ignoring Pete's presence and walking towards the door.

Seeing that Dewey was ignoring himself again, Pete couldn't help but slap his hand the door.

Syllable!

After a thud, Pete's palms turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only then did Du Wei raise his eyelids and said indifferently:

"What's the matter?"

Pete gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't you know the good things you've done? Do you know how many stitches he has?

He's scared when he sees the alley now! Do you know what a psychological shadow you have caused him?! ”

Du Wei was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this guy was talking about the person who was following him.

Du Wei, who reacted, laughed again:

"So what?"

Seeing that Du Wei didn't care, Pete showed a cruel smile on his lips:

"How? I want you to lose money!

There are also mental damage expenses, nutrition expenses, and lost work fees, which add up to ten gold coins, which is not too much, right? ”

"Not too much, not too much.

Then you stopped in front of my door to intimidate me, and I asked you for mental damages, nutrition, and lost work, and it would not be too much to add up to twenty gold coins, right? ”

Seeing Du Wei use the same words to fight back against himself, Pete suddenly said angrily:

"You!"

Seeing that Pete looked like he wanted to eat himself but couldn't do anything because of the rules of the Continental Hotel, Du Wei felt funny.

He shook his head, brushed Pete's red palm away, and brushed the door open.

When he walked in the door, he turned around and said:

"What's wrong with me? Dr. Pete, you better get some rest, your liver is on fire, and you don't have insomnia at night.

Do you have to go to work tomorrow, or do you not want to go back to work anymore?

After all, your diagnosis doesn't seem to match who you are.

Perhaps today's complaint from the patient's mother has already reached the disciplinary committee.

If I were you, it would be a headache to deal with the scrutiny of the disciplinary committee. ”

After saying that, Du Wei slammed the door shut, without giving Pete the slightest chance to speak again.

Pete's chest rose and fell rapidly as he stood outside the door.

It's infuriating, it's infuriating!

He squeezed his aching palm tightly and subconsciously smashed the wall.

Then Pete's face turned red like a pig's liver.

Once again, he forgot the fact that he was flesh and blood, and that the walls were solid.

Newton also taught the world that the action of forces is mutual.

So how much force Pete used just now, how much pain his hand is now.

Pete looked at the tightly closed door and kicked it hard again.

But what happened just now has already shown that the consequences of kicking the solid wooden door with flesh and blood are likely to be broken.

In the end, Pete could only snort angrily and left angrily.

As he passed by the front desk, Cullen stopped Pete and warned:

"Mr. Pete, I think I need to make you re-read the Continental Hotel Guest Rules.

You don't want to know the consequences of threatening members at the Continental Hotel, right? ”

Pete's face immediately showed a look of pain, and he took out five gold coins from his pocket and slapped them at the front desk.

These five gold coins are not for the Continental Hotel, but for the person who was threatened by himself, that is, Du Wei.

Thinking of his rivalry, Pete's face became ugly again.

But a dull ache in his hand made it too late for him to continue to calm down in this emotion.

The powerful punch he had just punched seemed to have broken himself.

Now that he needed to deal with his hands urgently, Pete could only take a greedy look at the five gold coins on the table and hurried away.

He had already made up his mind in his heart, he was for his little brother, and the five gold coins that were confiscated had to be given by his little brother.

Du Wei, who was still in the room, didn't know that he had five more gold coins out of thin air.

He's thinking about how to get rid of Pete's trouble.

At a time when Pete is so insecure that other people's lives are safe, it is obviously unrealistic for him to let a righteous person like Reese or McKel solve it.

If you don't get it right, it will lead to a team breakup.

Then his hard work these days will be in vain.

And it's not realistic to let the bodyguard Michael do it, their current identity is a bodyguard, not a killer.

Michael will only beat people with an iron fist, and he will not kill.

After thinking about it, Du Wei found that he seemed to lack a worker who could deal with all threats by any means.

Maybe I should go to the counselor who is disguised as Ms. Turing, Gen?

Du Wei was a little undecided for a while, and his consciousness slowly sank in thought.

By the time Du Wei opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

At this time, Du Wei realized that he seemed to have not taken painkillers for three days.

Could it be that tumors in the brain are really suppressed by targeted drugs? Or is it that the extra 100 days of life allow him to live with tumors in a perfect state?

Either way, it's nice to have a relaxed and unburdened body now.

Du Wei got up to wash, and according to the plan of three o'clock and one line, he went to the hospital on time to start a new round of working hours.

As is customary, Du Wei went to the emergency room as usual.

Here, he unexpectedly finds Pete, with a plaster on his hand, shushing an emergency patient lying in a hospital bed.

But the patient had a helpless expression on his face and did not want to say anything.

Even Du Wei faintly heard that the patient refused all examinations, as if he was determined to die.

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