1276 The truth doesn't matter
Banshee Town Hospital.
In the hospital room, Ethan yawned and tossed his speech aside.
Originally, Jenny wanted to postpone tomorrow's rally.
But Ethan categorically refused, this was the first large-scale supporter rally organized by himself, how could he hastily cancel it, and canceled it, wouldn't his bitter trick be in vain.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, that tough image will also be strengthened.
For this, he also asked the doctor to put a bandage on himself.
Lift your left arm up.
Although it was only a five or six centimeter long abrasion, under some packaging, people who didn't know thought that they had been shot multiple times.
Without doing anything, he also went through the procedures for hospitalization.
Jenny wasn't stupid either.
She instantly realized that the other party wanted to use this opportunity to put on a show, and while expressing her appreciation, she also made a drastic change in the speech on the fly, and a good politician must learn how to turn a crisis into an opportunity.
It's just that no matter what she thinks, she can't imagine that this guy directed and acted all this.
Seven points true, three points false.
This kind of lie is difficult for anyone to see through.
The female assistant wanted to stay, but she was persuaded by Ethan to leave just now.
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door, and Bunker's deep voice rang out, "Mr. Morgan, it's me." β
"Come in."
The gun under the quilt disappeared in an instant, and he took out his right hand.
The oil-haired alternative policeman strode in, still holding a box of coffee in his hand, Bunker put down his things first, and then took off his coat and hung it on the wall: "Siobhan wanted to come over." β
"But I persuaded her."
Pulling the chair away from the bed, he sat down upright: "The sheriff said that you need to be protected until the remaining gunmen are found." β
"Even though we all know that it's the few remaining gunmen who need to be protected now."
"But there are still some things that need to go through the process."
"Hmm."
Ethan reclined on the hospital bed, waved his hand and asked, "The gunman?" β
"I don't know."
Bunker picked up a cup of coffee and handed it to Ethan: "Actually, after I left, the Aryan Brotherhood recruited a lot of new people to come in, and this should be one of them. β
"Don't worry, I know what you mean."
He pursed his lips: "If there is any new discovery in the police department, I will tell you as soon as possible." β
"Also, I've had someone help inquire."
"This kind of thing won't be without any movement, those people are big mouths, and I suspect this is also a test task for newcomers."
Bunker could naturally receive that look just now.
He knew what the other party wanted to do without any communication, so he took the initiative to take over the job of nursing in the hospital.
"Good."
Taking a sip of coffee, Ethan looked at Bunker with a smile: "There are some things I won't hide, after finding the whereabouts of those people, you should know what I want to do!" β
"Countering violence with violence."
Bunker nodded slowly, his fingers pressed lightly on his chest: "There are some people who cannot be punished by the law, and people like us need to stand up. β
"Don't worry, I'm not going to judge you for anything."
Since he was discharged from the hospital, he doesn't know when he started to develop this movement.
When I feel angry.
The scar on the chest is pressed.
The heart-rending feeling that once hurt would keep churning through his mind, keeping him awake.
The two clinked glasses.
Look at each other and smile.
"Knock~"
After a few small talks, there was another knock on the door.
There were two people standing outside the door.
Bunker quickly turned sideways, his palm firmly pressed against the handle of the gun, and Ethan's hand returned to under the covers.
One thing, one thing,
The Aryan Brotherhood dared to target themselves, and another member was killed tonight, so it's normal to take any revenge, and it's not too much to be careful.
"Mr. Morgan."
Another deep voice sounded: "Is it convenient to come in and have a few words?" β
"Of course."
Ethan relaxed and said with a hint of a smile, "Please come in, Mr. Mayor!" β
The door opened.
Gordon, whose face was extremely complicated, stood in the doorway.
The assistant who followed him also looked gloomy.
"Bunker."
Ethan put down his glass and put on a blank look: "Please go out first, it seems that Mayor Hopewell has something to talk to me about." β
"No problem."
The guy sitting next to him quickly stood up and created a private conversation space for the two of them.
The door closed, and Gordon's assistant stayed outside.
There was silence in the room.
After a moment of silence, Gordon walked to the end of the bed, and he glanced at Ethan's bandaged arm, which was dyed with plum blossoms.
"I'm sorry this happened to you."
He patted the bed rail lightly and said in a muffled voice, "Actually, many people have advised me not to come, it seems that it will sit down on something that I have never done before." β
"We're competitors, that's right."
The mayor looked at Ethan fixedly, and said very seriously, "I'm telling you the truth, I'm not that kind of person. β
"Hmm."
Ethan snorted.
Grabbing the bed rails hard, Gordon gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't send a gunman to attack you either." β
"Hmm."
With another muffled grunt, Ethan picked up his coffee and took a sip.
He also believes that it is not the gunman sent by Gordon, but it does not affect him to direct public opinion in that direction, and it does not matter what the truth is.
The important thing is to kill birds with one stone.
First, his philosophy of governance has been confirmed, and the law and order in Banshee Town is really terrible, because the candidates have been shot when they put forward those ideas, so I ask you voters if you are afraid.
Second, this kind of thing happened in Banshee Town under Gordon's rule, and I ask you voters if you are afraid.
Third, is there a possibility that such a wave of warnings was arranged because he attacked the mayor's position and threatened Gordon's position, and asked you voters if they were afraid.
"Can you not lead this matter?"
Gordon hesitated for a moment, then stated the second purpose for his visit.
But seeing the other party's smiling expression, he suddenly realized that he had said something quite stupid.
"Mayor Hopewell."
Ethan sighed softly, shook his head and said, "I don't feel very well now, and the doctor told me that I need enough rest, I'm very sorry!" β
has been the mayor of the town for several years, and he still asks such a naΓ―ve question.
Thus.
Gordon is not fit to sit in that position anymore.
Even if this is a small town, there are some things in common, and politically there is only the need to kill them all, eat and wipe them clean, and where is there anyone who asks for an opponent to open up the net, I don't know if he is naΓ―ve or stupid.
"Excuse me."
The town elder gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
"Mr. Hopewell."
When the other party shook the doorknob, Ethan coldly came up with a sentence: "You lost this election!! β
Gordon's movements stalled.
After a few seconds, he let out a deflated sigh.
"Hmm."
(End of chapter)