Chicago 1990

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"Um... um... I know, ok, I will do it... ok..."

In Los Angeles District Attorney's Office, Gilgahiti just finished the call.

"Sir, this is Anthony Pellicano's briefing." The subordinate crept in and put a file on the desk.

Gilgahiti flipped through, "He killed him by his bodyguard and committed suicide by swallowing a gun in the car?"

"The criminal forensic department thinks that there are still some doubts. The direction of the blood spattered from the car is only the car key that keeps it clean... The police officers who visited also reported that the surrounding residents only heard one gunshot instead of four... "

The subordinate pointed on the file.

"What was the motive of the bodyguard?" Gilgashi asked.

"I don't know. Although Anthony Pellicano officially hired him not long ago, the two have maintained a cooperative intelligence relationship for many years. They are both Italians and trust each other very much." The subordinate replied.

"It's not a big doubt, let the police detective in charge of the case write a report of the case." Gilgahiti signed the file.

The subordinate was stunned but did not question, "Okay, but..."

"Say."

"It is said that Anthony Pelicano has mastered a lot of the secrets of celebrities here. Once he dies, a client or organization will disclose the secrets through an agreed method. Now everyone in Hollywood is in danger." The subordinate reported: "This is him. A way of relying on self-protection for years."

"Don't worry about this... I mean we just do our own thing."

Gilgahiti returned the dossier to his men. "APLUS hasn't passed the dangerous period yet? Nine days, right?"

"Yes, I have been in a coma."

"Disclose the news that Anthony Pellicano was shot to the driver in the Beverly Hills car accident, and see if he is willing to let go. I will authorize some new plea bargaining conditions, including a reduced sentence, a new identity, a new residence, and a new job. , Wait... as long as he confessed his guilt and confessed the messenger." Gilgahiti said.

"understand!"

Chicago, ICU ward of the hospital.

After checking the various physical data of APLUS, the doctor tried the knee reflex again, and then nodded to the nurse beside him.

The nurse pushed the medicine into the retention needle.

The doctor waited for a while and did not wait for a response, so he opened his APLUS eyelids, checked his pupils with a medical flashlight, and stimulated the soles of his feet and hands with a needle.

Still no response...

The doctor looked at the glass in the room. Outside APLUS's family members, lawyers, and friends men and women surrounded a large group, all staring at themselves.

"Maybe he is too strong and has high drug tolerance?"

The doctor performed a physical examination again and looked at the electronic equipment with normal physiological indicators, "Come to another unit, and inform the outside to prepare for first aid."

The nurse greeted the colleague with the internal phone on the wall and pushed another dose of the drug to the detention needle.

Still no response...

"How did it happen?" The doctor was puzzled, and continued to knock, poke, photograph, check...

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and come out to explain the situation to his family members, "I will arrange a comprehensive examination immediately."

The crowd reacted to disappointment, sadness, sighing, and expressionlessness. After nine days, everyone was losing patience.

The only expressionless Underwood wife, Claire, was the first to ask: "What do you think is the reason?"

"Possibly, maybe because of excessive blood loss at the time and insufficient oxygen supply to the brain caused some brain damage? Everything is uncertain." The doctor replied.

Claire asked again: "Didn't you just say that the various physical indicators have returned to the point where they can be declared out of danger?"

"Yes, but modern medicine can't fully understand the human brain..." the doctor replied.

"What did I say!? What did I say at the beginning!? You shouldn't stay in this broken hospital! Mam! I can't cure Alex here!"

Of course, there was anger. Connie began to jump violently when she heard the doctor's words and complained to her mother.

"I don't understand! They all said that at the time!"

Susie and the eldest daughter yelled at each other, "What's the use of you blaming me?! What do you tell me to do!?"

"We are going to transfer! Now Yali can always take a car!? Transfer! Transfer!" Tony also shouted.

A family of three quarreled to death, and the others moved outside silently.

"I can't stay here anymore. There are still a lot of things in Silicon Valley." Dile shook hands with Goodman and others.

"The listing matter..."

"We can only go back and talk to the agencies."

"Ok."

"Al, goodbye." Dile and his old brother Al embraced, "Say hello to big A for me and keep in touch."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

"Ok."

The two and Riise and other A+ executives left with a heavy heart. Claire glanced at their backs and walked to the secluded fire exit to dial the party whip office. Cola Literature

Claire: "APLUS hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said it's almost time to declare out of danger."

Underwood: "I didn't wake up? What do you mean."

Claire: "There may be some brain damage."

Underwood: "Is it serious?"

Claire: "I don't know, we have to wait for the results of the inspection."

Underwood: "Okay, I see."

Claire: "Underwood."

Underwood: "What?"

Claire: "It is rumored that some funders will lower their donations to the campaign office next year."

Underwood: "I know."

Claire: "You know?"

Underwood: "Someone called me and hinted."

Claire: "You also know the reason."

Underwood: "I know."

Claire: "The same goes for my charity and feminist organizations. Some people withdrew their funds. Goodman said privately that this year's copy will wait until APLUS wakes up."

Underwood sighed, "Okay, I see... Claire."

Claire: "I don't like to hear the words'I know'. I want to see your actions."

Underwood: "I will."

Claire: "I don't allow our career to go back. I have to lay off staff this year..."

Underwood: "I will handle it, OK? Don't worry Claire, there is no failure in my dictionary."

Claire: "Keep fighting, dear."

"Oh!" After talking to his wife who had a cold voice like a robot, Underwood rubbed his eyebrows and asked his chief of staff, "APLUS, how do people on Capitol Hill evaluate me?"

"Laughing." Doug replied.

"FXXK!"

He cursed, holding his jacket in his hand, and strode towards the door. Before pulling the handle, the angry expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and he appeared in the Capitol Hill corridor with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ha! Underwood!"

The Elephant Party's U.S. Senators John Warren and McKean just passed by. John Warren still maintains the usual arrogance of the former Secretary of the Navy, "Last time in the restaurant, the African-American boy you brought...you and him Is it a good relationship?"

"It can be said that Senator Warren, Senator McKean." Underwood smiled more broadly and shook hands with the two humbly.

"How is he? I heard that his life is dying?" John Warren asked.

"Yes, he was a little unlucky." Underwood replied.

"Actually, that kid is quite clever, isn't it McEn, the last time everyone worked together was a pleasure. Is it cotton or light weapons business? I forgot."

John Warren's voice was loud and he didn't hesitate to say, "Chicago should protect him, especially you Underwood."

"Textiles..." McKin glanced around, "quota."

"Oh yes, look at my memory."

"Uh, actually I don't know much about the situation, but maybe I will take the time to visit when I return to Chicago." Underwood changed the subject.

"That's a pity to convey our greetings for us, what a pity."

John Warren shook his head and walked away. McKean followed behind him, "Hahaha!" The two suddenly burst into laughter for some reason.

"Old stuff!" Underwood continued to smile in disdain, until he whispered and punched the wall when there was no one in the corner, and he immediately switched back to smile when he saw someone coming over.

"What do you mean?"

Chicago, A+CN temporary headquarters, Gordon just received a call from Linda, "Brain damage? Is it serious? I know..."

After asking about the current situation of APLUS, he put down the microphone with furrowed brows, and his eyes became more and more determined as he contemplated.

That night, UU read www.uukanshu.comA+CN after the evening news broadcast.

Four director representatives rushed into his office angrily. Three of them were still from the state capital and the South Bank Bank. The other was replaced by Comcast's director representative from Michelle.

"Who allowed you to play that three-second video without the approval of the board?! You were fired! Gordon! You are done!"

The representative of the city government yelled angrily: "From now on you will no longer hold any position in A+CN, and get out of journalism forever! Security! Security!"

They called the TV station security, "Watch him, only allow him to take away personal belongings. Within 15 minutes!"

Gordon didn’t make any response. He raised his hands and kept surrendering. He got up and walked slowly to the door. Then he picked up his already packed briefcase and put it on his old-fashioned top hat from the coat rack. The four glaring at them smiled and helped the brim of their hats to greet them, then turned and left.

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