With a tidal wave of applause, McLaughlin struggled down the stairs.

Accompanied by Booth, he stood behind the podium.

McLaughlin straightened his waist and smiled and waved at the two dozen cameras in front of him, showing the temperament of a tough guy.

It's just a little pale, showing that his current condition is not very good.

"Senator, could you please give your opinion on the shooting?"

"How is your body recovering?"

"Senator, is there anything you'd like to say about your approval ratings going all the way?"

The reporters in front rushed forward, raised the microphone in their hands, and asked nonsense.

McLaughlin hurriedly raised his hands and pressed his palms down.

The security personnel at the press conference also hurriedly rushed over and formed a human wall to block all the excited reporters.

He looked around with satisfaction, and found that there were several people in the corner who were motionless.

At the head of the pack was a long-legged beauty, and at the sight of her, McLaughlin was in a much worse mood, and it was not surprising that he was a hardcore of another political party.

McLaughlin cocked his fingers and tapped twice on the microphone on the podium.

"Knock knock."

The scene soon fell silent, and he cleared his throat:

"Everybody knows what happened to me, yes, I was shot and beaten by an illegal worker."

"I understand that because of my tough stance, I will offend a lot of people."

"But that's not a reason to commit a crime, and it's not the right thing to do."

"I strongly condemn this criminal and those who harbor him, who, like the plague, destroy us from within."

"These people are not just targeting me."

McLaughlin slapped the podium heavily, and said with a determined look in his eyes:

"These people are targeting the whole of America, they want to destroy our homeland, we will not let these terrorists succeed, we must take them down."

"That's the right thing to do."

Most of the people at the press conference nodded heavily, showing an expression of approval.

"Yes."

"That's right, that's what we should."

"Kick all those old inks out of this country."

At the back of the hall stood a group of McLaughlin's die-hard supporters, waving flags and shouting loudly.

Times Square, New York.

It is known as the crossroads of the world, and there are large screens everywhere in the high-rise buildings, where songs, music videos, news, and advertisements are played at any time.

Even though it's one o'clock in the afternoon, it's still a constant stream of neon lights.

At that moment, most of the screens flashed with snowflakes.

This unusual scene also made tourists and pedestrians stop one after another, not knowing what was going on.

The screen lit up with snowflakes flashed, revealing a documentary-like image.

"Bang bang."

At this time, there was still sound on the big screen in the square, and bursts of gunfire came, and clips of shooting smugglers kept appearing on the screen.

At first, the crowd of onlookers thought it was Hollywood movie promotion.

It wasn't until an old man in a cowboy hat appeared that they felt something was wrong.

"Gross!"

When the images of the shooting of pregnant women and children appeared, people with poor psychological tolerance began to vomit.

"Even-bought karma!"

"Who is this person and what is going on?"

More people were talking, taking out their mobile phones in surprise to record what was happening in front of them.

"Welcome to America."

This sentence kept echoing in Times Square.

This gunfire swept across the United States.

Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia, similar scenes took place almost simultaneously.

Senator McLaughlin's welcome to America resounded across most of the North American continent.

The airfields, the stadiums, wherever Jaber and the others could invade, all played those video clips, and they knew how to attract people's attention.

The videos are all carefully edited and wonderful.

There are also some clips of bribery, the scale is so large that HBO is ashamed of itself.

In a secret chat room, the hacker, codenamed J, quickly issued instructions one after another, and dozens of top hackers danced along with his instructions.

Codename J is one of the most mysterious figures in the hacker world, and technically one of the ceilings.

J, which is Jaber.

Under his control, the Internet has blown a hurricane.

All social networking sites, apps, and news sites are all evidence of the collusion of Senator McLaughlin, campaign aide Booth, the Patriot militia Vaughan, and Mexican drug lord Terez.

Videos, texts, transfer records, pictures, etc., are all clear.

American netizens were already lively, but with the help of those people, the hurricane became more and more violent.

"Thirty seconds."

Jaber tapped the keyboard quickly: "Thirty seconds later, everyone stopped attacking, and the FBI people were already targeting." ”

In the chat room, a received expression suddenly appeared.

At the press conference, McLaughlin read out all the press releases, then pulled out the paper on the podium and looked at the moderator.

The host will understand and pick up the microphone:

"Next, I would like to invite questions from journalists."

Just as he waited for someone to raise his hand, there was a vibration at the scene.

There were also people whose phones rang and became a mess.

Everyone is taking their mobile phones out, and when they go out to interview, the ones who can call directly are all urgent matters, and these reporters can't help but not answer.

At this time, only one person raised his hand in the air.

In order not to be cold, the host hurriedly pointed to the person, a beautiful woman in a professional skirt stood up, she was Liviera's friend.

At this moment, Booth noticed that the faces of the reporters who were answering the phone had changed dramatically.

"Mr. Senator." Liviera's friend preemptively asked:

"What do you think of the evidence that you were personally planning the assassination and that your assistant Michael Booth was responsible for carrying it out?"

McLaughlin's head buzzed, and he was a little dazed.

He maintained his facial expression strongly, supported the podium with both hands, and said with a forced smile: "Excuse me, I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

Liviera's friend sneered and continued to ask:

"Now that there is a lot of evidence on the Internet that you and your assistants organized and participated in the murder of Mexican stowaways, what is your comment on this?"

McLaughlin's face turned pale, and his forehead was sweating.

He jerked his head back and looked at Booth, who was also sweating profusely and wiping his handkerchief.

Liviera's friend, strike the final blow again:

"Mr. Senator, we have received a tip-off that there is evidence of a partnership between you and the Grand Lone of Mexico, Rogerio Treez."

"May I ask if you have always been accepting the sponsorship of the Duxiao to run for the election, and you want to cooperate with the Duxiao to establish a unique smuggling channel."

Her voice fell, and the scene was as silent as death.

(End of chapter)