Other reporters were notified by their superiors that McLaughlin had been killed.

also knew that this assassination was fake, and it was completely directed and acted by the senator.

But they didn't expect that there would be such a powerful content.

The fact that the senator actually cooperated with the Mexican independent lord is also shocking news for well-informed journalists like them.

The question asked by Liviera's friend was astonishing.

Everyone at the scene was so frightened that it was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

"Fakyu, Bichi."

McLaughlin's die-hard supporters were angry and were about to step forward and do something to her.

No one expected that McLaughlin threw away his cane and ran briskly up the stairs, his movements so agile that everyone was stunned.

Booth staggered upwards as well, his face as if he had eaten.

"Mr. Senator."

"Mr. Booth."

From their reactions, it can be confirmed that the clues on the Internet will not be fake.

Dozens of reporters at the scene no longer cared about any interview etiquette, and rushed forward frantically, and the scene was in chaos.

The security personnel who organized the discipline of the venue tried their best to block it.

In just one minute, the senator fell from heaven to hell and fled in a hurry.

The die-hard supporter who wanted to chase the female reporter stopped.

He silently took off the cultural cap from his head and threw it on the ground, smashing McLaughlin's smiling face flat.

"Bastard, what the hell is going on."

After running up to the second floor, McLaughlin turned around, grabbed Booth by the collar and pinned him against the wall, yelling.

"I don't know."

Booth knew that there was no room for relaxation, so he broke free of his hand and said excitedly: "Go back now, don't panic, you can find a way to solve it." ”

"Videos can be fabricated, and all clues can be slander."

"As long as the interests are negotiated, all this will be fine."

"Shet." McLaughlin cursed angrily and strode towards the back door.

Booth hurriedly waved his hand, and seven or eight armed guards hurriedly followed him, and since he knew that he had provoked a tricky person, he urgently drew men from the Patriot militia.

I thought that the other party would kill the door directly.

Unexpectedly, that bastard actually stabbed directly to the media.

Booth took out his phone as he walked, and just now, his phone was vibrating wildly.

When he opened his phone, it was full of messages from friends, as well as murder videos and related evidence, and his face turned pale when he saw those contents.

This level is not easy to pass.

When they left in a hurry, the Mexican aunt, who was pushing the cleaning cart in the corridor on the second floor, picked up her mobile phone and reported the location of the senator.

A group of more than a dozen people quickly walked out the back door, where two Mercedes and an extended Lincoln were parked.

McLaughlin slipped headlong into the extended Lincoln, and Booth hurriedly followed, and under his command, two armed guards drove to the front.

The others, in those two black Mercedes cars.

The convoy quickly pulled away from the hospital and into the street.

A few Mexican laborers working on the road at the back door of the hospital stopped what they were doing.

They sent out the number of McLaughlin in the group, the license plate number, how many people were in each car, and the information about the car in which McLaughlin and Booth were sitting.

These Mexican laborers, who are usually low-key and hard-working, have formed a net of heaven and earth at this time.

Inside the lengthened Lincoln, McLaughlin was furious.

He tugged at his tie and snarled at Booth, "How do they know about these things, Shet." ”

"I swear to God, I don't know."

Booth suppressed the panic and said in a deep voice: "Now go back first, and I'll negotiate with their people." ”

McLaughlin suddenly collapsed on the couch, and now all he could do was surrender to his rival and withdraw from the race in exchange for the other party's hand.

The most important thing at the moment is to calm the turmoil.

Booth's eyes flickered, and he quietly texted his wife, knowing full well the lethality of the things leaking out of his hands.

It's definitely not that easy to solve, and the senator has no problem saving his life.

But there will definitely be a scapegoat in this matter, and now it seems that he is the best person to make a scapegoat.

He would never allow himself to fall into that situation, and after sending the message, Booth put his phone away.

He made up his mind to wait and send McLaughlin back to his residence, and immediately made an excuse to slip away.

I still have more than 20 million US dollars in overseas accounts, and I can live the rest of my life in style wherever I go, and I can't help others to take the blame.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Booth picked up his phone and saw the caller number, and his heart skipped a beat.

At this point, he couldn't control this person anymore, so Booth casually pressed Terez's phone and blacklisted him.

The convoy sped away toward the interstate.

"Okay, Roger."

Letty put down the phone and stared in the rearview mirror.

More than ten seconds later, two Mercedes-Benzes and one lengthened Lincoln appeared in the traffic and drove onto the interstate.

In the eyes and ears of the city, the escape route of Booth and his convoy has been firmly grasped by Letty.

She leaned out and whistled loudly at the back.

"Let's go."

Livira pulled Glock out and said murderously, "It's time for revenge. ”

Ethan nodded, stepped on the accelerator and followed Letty's Cadillac in front.

Behind him, five old cars.

It was full of angry Mexicans, who started the vehicle and immediately put on their scarves and held their guns in their hands.

Everyone understands that those things are not the life of a senator.

They had to choose to do it themselves, and under Letty's contact, several local Mexican gangs tacitly sent out gunmen.

Everyone has a share, and no one is exempt.

Don't dare to do anything in the face of this kind of thing, the gang waits for the dissolution on the spot.

A convoy of seven cars, led by Cadillac and Bumblebee, chased McLaughlin and them.

Ethan pulled the red scarf on and glanced at the cars on the road.

Wait a minute, you have to force the extended Lincoln off the interstate highway quickly, otherwise it is easy to accidentally injure ordinary people on it.

"Look, there's a situation."

Livira slapped Ethan's arm and pointed forward.

McLaughlin's motorcade was fifty or sixty meters ahead of them, and before Ethan could make a move, four Chevrolet SUVs suddenly drove up from the side.

The four SUVs accelerated wildly, and in a moment they were parallel to the lengthened Lincoln.

Ethan looked at Letty, who was driving a Cadillac next to her, and she was also confused, it seemed that she was not the person she arranged.

Inside the extended Lincoln, Booth's cell phone kept ringing.

This time it was an unfamiliar number, he hung up a few times, but continued to dial, and in desperation, he had to answer.

"Look to your left."

Therese's scalp-tinging voice rang out.

(End of chapter)