The man in the mirror has a layer of foundation.

The face looks very pale.

There is also some eyeshadow on the eye bag, which looks like dark circles, and anyone will think that this person is in very poor condition.

It gives people a feeling of tiredness and exhaustion.

"Thank you."

The person in the mirror nodded with satisfaction, Ethan looked at the makeup artist, and thanked him repeatedly: "I'm sorry for you, this matter is actually a little embarrassing, I don't mean to deceive anyone!" ”

"Hey."

The female makeup artist spread her hands and hurriedly comforted: "Why do you want to say such things, the shot in your shoulder can't be faked, right?" ”

"It's not for show."

"It's about telling your constituents what terrible things you've been through."

Looking at this handsome face, she looked at the bandaged arm in distress: "I don't know why those people did such a hateful act, this just proves that you are right." ”

"My vote will be given to you too."

As he spoke, his fingers couldn't help but touch Ethan's face.

"Ahem."

Siobhan coughed softly.

"Walter?" The makeup artist's face was slightly red, and she withdrew her fingers like an electric shock: "I'm just checking to see if there is anything wrong with the makeup." ”

"It's already a good fit."

Ethan stood up with a smile and opened one arm: "Thank you very much for your support, it is very important for me to have your vote." ”

Hold the surprise makeup artist sturdily.

The arm hanging in front of him suddenly fell into a softness.

He marveled at the beauty of the Creator.

Some people are really hidden!!

He raised an eyebrow at Siobhan, who was pouting, and then let the female makeup artist go.

"It's almost time."

Jenny on the side let go of the walkie-talkie and straightened the bandages on his body: "Go, that's your stage, just like just now to release your charm." ”

This kind of thing, the female assistant will not take it to heart.

Listening to the growing noise outside, Ethan took a few deep breaths.

Although it has been talking for more than ten days.

But it was the first time he faced so many of his supporters, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and Siobhan, Jenny, and the campaign office staff saw this and reached out to him.

"Smack."

Ethan slapped the top of the pile of palms: "Come on!" ”

"Come on!"

Arms waved down, and the sound of encouragement rang out.

After last night's events, despite the panic of the people in the campaign office, they did not flinch and were all in place at such an important moment.

Led by Jenny, Ethan strode out.

The sound of music, interrupted at the right time.

When he came to the curtain, he stopped.

The female assistant did not slow down in the slightest, she strode up to the podium and went straight to the microphone: "Everyone, welcome Ethan Morgan." ”

The voice in the microphone echoed through the gymnasium.

The applause, which was so warm that it sounded like an explosion, sounded like a storm.

The shrill whistle was incessant.

Ethan tightened his cheeks and walked out from behind the curtain with steady steps, and walked up the steps to the small podium, which was only half a meter high.

In the middle of the red carpet, Jenny clapped her palms and stepped sideways.

Ethan didn't stop until he came to the upright microphone.

Without any smile or wave, he just stood still, his waist straight.

Gaze, look around at everyone present.

Everyone standing inside had a feeling of being watched by him.

The gymnasium of Nuoda University was packed.

It's rare to see this kind of density of people gather here, and today is a grand event in Banshee Town, with a thousand people in the middle and in the stands on the side and directly opposite, to say the least, a thousand people poured in.

This is already an extremely terrifying level of support for the town.

These people can also radiate to their own family and friends, and Ethan can affect more than just these nearly a thousand people.

Brock stood in the corner, sweating all over his head.

Emmett and Bunker also separated one by one, scattered around the gymnasium, careful to watch out for any accidents, and there were also a lot of people from the Chino police station in khaki uniforms.

The gaze continues to move.

The same farmers came to the scene last night, wearing exaggerated red support gloves and waving at them.

The women and children next to them were obviously their family.

While Ethan looked at his supporters, the people below looked at him as well.

On the podium, an older boy in his twenties with a resolute expression stood in front of them, wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved sweater, his face looking very haggard.

Although knowing that the other party was shot at the incident.

But when they saw the hanging left arm and the little blood stains on it, many people still covered their mouths in shock.

This scene is extremely impactful.

Ten seconds passed, and Ethan didn't say anything, just quietly looked at the people below.

The scene, somewhat noisy.

A minute passed, and his figure didn't move.

The scene was silent.

In the second minute, Ethan's eyes wandered as he watched the snow fall from the narrow windows above the gymnasium.

Silence is a force.

Silence is also the loudest sound.

This collective silence can create an astonishing oppressive force, and everyone's attention will be focused on the most visible person.

Jenny's forehead was already sweating.

She even wondered if the damn guy had forgotten the words.

After two minutes of silence, the scene was so depressed that people couldn't help but slow down their breathing, and their body language became a little uneasy.

"I prepared the speech."

Ethan slowly stretched his hand into his pocket, took out a paper and opened it with one hand, showing it in front of everyone: "I didn't lie to you, I really prepared to have." ”

finally spoke, making the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

His words also caused several chuckles.

"And I remember it very clearly, but I'm not going to say that." Ethan shrugged his shoulders and tossed the speech away.

This action made Jenny anxious.

But she couldn't rush up at this time to stop the other party's reckless move.

Don't look at politicians who are always talking, but there are very few times when they actually give speeches that are not scripted, and every sentence must be carefully considered in public.

It's just that Ethan doesn't care about that.

"Here."

He tapped his finger on the microphone and said in a deep voice, "I just want to say something from my heart." ”

"Banshee Town Gymnasium."

Looking left and right, he smiled slightly: "This place has left me with unforgettable memories, and perhaps some of you remember that there was a hostage-taking incident here a few years ago. ”

"My campaign aide, Mrs. Jenny Kendall, was also kidnapped by robbers."

At this point, many people in the crowd nodded their heads.

They were the families of the time.

Jenny also remembered the scene at that time, and looked at the man with his back to him, who had rescued him from that terrible predicament.

"We wait."

"We communicate."

Ethan said with a grim face: "We, the Banshee Town Police Department, have tried every means to try to cool down the situation, let them release the hostages, and not hurt our families. ”

"It doesn't work!"

Shaking his head slowly, he looked at the audience who had been aroused by his interest: "It doesn't work at all, some people just want to carry out their evil deeds to the end." ”

"That's when I started to change my mind."

"Communicate with the two robbers in a different way."

"Smack."

Ethan withdrew his right hand and slapped it the waist.

Although there was nothing there, this action was no stranger to an American, and the police would put on such a posture before pulling out their guns.

"Hahaha."

The entire gymnasium burst into laughter.

Noticing the sights that fell on him, Brock shrugged his shoulders and placed his hand on the handle of his gun.

This move made the laughter louder.

However, the hearty laughter soon stopped, and everyone looked intently at the guy standing on the microphone, looking forward to the next words.

(End of chapter)