American drama life begins with Dr. House

Compared to Eddie Mora, Francis Underwood, who is already at the top of the official hierarchy, does not need time to grow up.

He 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 convinced by Du Wei, it will undoubtedly be a great help.

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

Du Wei now is not capable of giving them what they want.

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

Du Wei shook his head and put this thought aside for the time being.

Obtaining the high table is a long-term plan, and it is a good start to oust the Blood Hand faction in the Princeton area.

Now he still needs more manpower.

…

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

Du Wei raised his eyebrows and had some guesses in his mind:

"What's wrong?"

Finch said in a deep voice:

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

So I handed a portion of the excerpted list to Gates through Riise.

But after Gates prosecuted him, all the people on the list were assassinated without exception.

The mastermind behind them took action, a very decisive assassination."

Having said this, Finch looked at Duwei.

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!

In other words, it can be said that the Blood Hand faction issued regional tasks to the killers active in the Princeton area through the high table.

They directly killed all the official personnel who could be involved with them.

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

Cutting off an arm is as wise as a gecko cutting off its tail to survive.

As for these abandoned official forces, in the beautiful country, as long as you have money, you can buy them back sooner or later.

But if the official forces follow these people and get to the core of their industry, the losses caused will not be comparable to the bribe money.

But since everyone is dead, what about my hidden mission?

Just as Du Wei was thinking this, the branch hidden task of the salvation ambition appeared automatically, and the progress bar was still 0/2.

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

Du Wei thought for a while and said:

“We currently have no way to avoid this kind of thing.

And the reason why we are gathered here is to avoid more of this happening in the future.

On the bright side, those who died this time were all those who deserved it.

If they were worthy of the oath they swore, then death would not befall them this time.

But don't think this is the end of it.

There is now a power vacuum in Princeton's underground forces, 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 were right. When you killed Teddy, the machine spit out four numbers at the same time.

Clearly, Princeton is going to be in turmoil for a while before the underground balance is restored."

Duwei looked at McKell:

"Although the Bloody Hands no longer control those girls, you should understand how weak those girls who are helpless and don't even have a passport will be in this society.

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

What about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? What about a week from now? 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, McKell nodded decisively after thinking for three-quarters of a second:

"I am a member of the team and I will not quit until I achieve my goals.

But now, I have to settle down Terri's life, and then return here to fight side by side with you!"

Du Wei nodded in agreement.

After getting permission, McKell stood up and walked towards the hospital. Terry, who was seriously injured by the perverted customer, was still lying in the ICU.

Now that the Blood Hand sect that forced her to stand on the street has disappeared, he wants to tell Terry the good news.

He wanted to tell Terry that she was free.

Finch looked at McKell's leaving back and asked casually:

“What about Eddie Mora’s contact?”

"It's okay, he's not what we want him to be right now.

But I have a hunch that he will change soon, because I saw the calendar plan he made for himself on his computer.

His deadline is coming soon."

Finch raised his eyebrows and said with surprise:

“Can’t approaching the deadline of a manuscript transform a person into a genius writer?”

Du Wei smiled mysteriously:

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

By the way, I need to add a few more names to the list I gave you. They will come in handy in the future.

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

After getting the list, Finch glanced at the sky and began to invade the database directly in front of Du Wei.

As the names were entered, information about the two people popped up.

The first person to come out was Walter, an ordinary high school chemistry teacher. According to the secret medical report, this guy was also a lung cancer patient.

A dying person?

Finch couldn't help but glance at Du Wei again. Could it be that the dying person and the dying person have feelings?

Or are all dying people geniuses in some way?

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

There are a lot of people like Walter in this world once you catch them.

This man was just like Eddie, leaving Finch scratching his head.

But the second person made Finch's pupils shrink suddenly.

Because Frank (Francis for short), who is wearing a suit and leather shoes with a big belly, is actually a member of the majority and holds great power.

Compared to Walter, this guy is the real heavyweight!

Why should Du Wei pay attention to this guy?

Could it be that this guy is the backer of Gaotai Table on the upper floor?

Finch raised his doubtful eyes and looked at Du Wei, he needed an explanation!

Du Wei looked at the information on the computer screen and confirmed that this world was a beauty complex world.

And everyone's life has been reset to before the plot started.

In this way, he might be able to come up with something Frank is interested in.

After all, what an ambitious man like Frank wants is very simple, just a high throne.

Eddie, who became a member of Parliament at that time, was just there to lend a helping hand.

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

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

Just judging from the public opinion analyzed by the machine, this guy will be inaugurated as president in the future.

Therefore, having good dealings with him in advance will be very helpful for us to implement the regional security law in the future."

Regional security law?

The corners of Finch's eyes twitched slightly.

Du Wei really dares to think that he actually wants to interfere with official policies to achieve the harmonious society he wants?

This is too naive.

Behind every candidate are various plutocrats. They are the spokespersons of capital, so how can they really think about the people?

Although Finch is rich, the money he left behind is not enough in front of those giant plutocrats.

Unless this Duwei can rob a large amount of money from Wall Street.

But this is too illusory.

Finch looked at Du Wei's serious expression, but in the end he had no intention of breaking through Du Wei's fantasy.

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

But facts will eventually teach Du Wei how to behave.

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

He was getting more and more excited about the plan that was gradually improving in his mind.

If he could really form the luxurious team in his mind and let these former protagonists work for him.

This high-top table is nothing!

With only Finch, Reese, and McKell, he can compete with the regional Blood Hand faction.

If a few more migrant workers come, will it be up to him, Du Wei, to have the final say in New Jersey?

Thinking of the life span with continuous income, Du Wei's mood became better.

The future is promising, it is no longer just talk.

Seeing Du Wei returning to the Continental Hotel humming a tune, Karen fell into confusion again.

Are all terminal cancer patients so happy?

Can you really be happy when death is approaching?

Karen couldn't help but stopped Du Wei who was about to go upstairs and wanted to have a chat, trying to find out the truth about Du Wei's happiness:

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

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

Karen looked at Du Wei's serious face, but felt very unbelieving in his heart.

Be kind to others?

If you are kind to others, would you say that you can come even in front of Pete?

The corridors of the Continental Hotel are not private spaces.

All conflicts that occur in the corridors are clearly known to management.

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

Karen stopped Du Wei just because he wanted to use these words as an entry point to ask why Du Wei was so happy.

Karen shook his head and said meaningfully:

"Okay, let's not talk about him. Anyway, in the Continental Hotel, your safety will definitely be safe.

As for the outside, we can't help you much. After all, the Continental Hotel is not an agent.

If the death of every killer and doctor in the outside world had to be investigated, it would be overwhelming.

And Winston won’t pay you overtime because of this.”

Hearing what Karen meant, Du Wei smiled:

"Don't worry, I understand."

Karen nodded, his hint was so obvious.

Thinking about it, the smart young man in front of me should understand what he meant.

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

The Continental Hotel will only turn a blind eye to what happens outside.

After saying this, Karen asked unconsciously:

"But I see you are in a good mood today. Is there any happy event?"

Du Wei thought for a while:

“Isn’t it a happy news that the new targeted drug is effective?

I've had an easy time these two days.

By the way, speaking of this..."

Du Wei slapped ten gold coins on the table like a nouveau riche.

"Give me another dose."

For a long time, Karen would subconsciously ignore the fact that Duwei was a cancer patient when he saw him.

Because except for the night before yesterday, Du Wei usually didn't behave like a terminal cancer patient.

As a result, Karen also ignored the performance of a terminal cancer patient after he no longer had pain.

It's like seeing the long-lost sun suddenly after a long cloudy day.

People's hearts are naturally happy.

Karen smiled and pocketed half of the gold coins on the table. This reason for happiness was indeed very reasonable.

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

"If you can write a report on your medication experience to Byron Pharmaceuticals, then the price of the next dose of targeted drugs can be discounted in half."

Facing the returned gold coins, Du Wei naturally accepted them without any courtesy.

Gold coins are very useful, if you can save them, save them.

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

"Okay, deal."

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

Du Wei chuckled, ignored Peter's presence and walked towards the door.

Seeing that Duwei was ignoring him again, Peter couldn't help but slap his hand on the door hard.

Snapped!

After a heavy sound, Peter's palm turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Du Wei then raised his eyelids and said indifferently:

"What are you doing?"

Peter said with some gritted teeth:

"Don't you know the good things you did? Do you know how many stitches he had?

He is scared when he sees alleys now! Do you know how much psychological shadow you have caused on 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 reacted and laughed again:

"So what?"

Seeing Du Wei's nonchalant look, Peter showed a sinister smile:

"What? I want you to pay for it!

There are also mental damage fees, nutrition fees, lost work fees, and so on. Ten gold coins in total are not too much, right?"

“Not too much, not too much.

Then you stop in front of my room and threaten me, and I ask you for mental damages, nutritional expenses, lost work expenses, and so on. Twenty gold coins in total is not too much, right?"

Seeing Du Wei use the same words to counter him, Peter immediately said angrily:

"you!"

Seeing Pete looking like he wanted to eat him but couldn't do it because of the rules of the Continental Hotel, Du Wei found it funny.

He shook his head, pushed away Peter's red palm, and opened the door.

After walking through the door, he turned back and said:

"What's wrong with me? Doctor Pitt, you'd better have a good rest. If your anger is strong, don't lose sleep at night.

Will you still go to work tomorrow, or do you no longer want to go to work?

After all, your diagnosis doesn't seem to fit your identity.

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

If I were you, I would have to worry about how to face the review of the disciplinary committee."

After finishing speaking, Duwei closed the door with a bang, without giving Peter a chance to speak again.

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

Infuriating, so infuriating!

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

Then Pete's face turned as red as pig liver.

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

Newton also told the world long ago that the effects of forces are reciprocal.

So no matter how hard Peter used it just now, his hand will hurt now.

Peter looked at the tightly closed door and kicked it hard with his foot.

But the encounter just now has shown that the consequences of kicking the solid wooden door with a flesh and blood body will most likely cause sprained feet.

In the end, Peter could only snort angrily and leave angrily.

When passing by the front desk, Karen stopped Pete and warned:

"Mr. Pete, I think I need to ask you to read the Continental Hotel's guest rules again.

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

Peter's face immediately showed a look of pain, 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 him, that is, Du Wei.

Thinking of his behavior of supporting the enemy, Peter's face became ugly again.

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

The powerful and heavy punch he just delivered seemed to have broken his bones.

Now he was in urgent need of emergency treatment on his hand. In the end, Peter could only look greedily at the five gold coins placed on the table and leave in a hurry.

He had already made up his mind that he was standing up for his younger brother, so his younger brother had to pay for the confiscated five gold coins.

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

He was thinking about how to solve Peter's problem.

When Pete is in danger of putting other people's lives at risk, it is obviously unrealistic for him to let righteous people like Reese or McKell solve the problem.

If not done well, it may lead to a breakup in the team.

Then all his hard work these days will be in vain.

And it is unrealistic to ask bodyguard Michael to take action. Their current identity is bodyguards, not killers.

Michael can only beat people up with his iron fist, but he can't kill anyone.

After thinking about it, Du Wei found that he seemed to be lacking a worker who could deal with all threats at any cost.

Maybe he should go to the psychological counselor disguised as Ms. Turing in advance - Gen?

Du Wei was a little undecided for a moment, and his consciousness slowly sank in thinking.

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

Only then did Du Wei realize that he seemed to have not taken analgesics for three days.

Could it be said that the tumor in his brain was really suppressed by targeted drugs? Or did the extra 100 days of life allow him to achieve a perfect state of coexisting with the tumor?

No matter what, it feels great to have a relaxed and unburdened body now.

Du Wei got up, washed up, and went to the hospital on time to start a new round of work according to the three-point-one-line plan.

As usual, Du Wei went to the emergency room for a tour.

Here he unexpectedly discovered that Pete, with his hand wrapped in a plaster, was greeting an emergency patient lying on the hospital bed.

But the patient looked helpless and unwilling to say anything.

Du Wei even vaguely heard that the patient refused all examinations and seemed determined to wait for death.

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