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McLaughlin trudged down the stairs to a wave of applause.

Accompanied by Booth, he stood behind the podium.

McLaughlin straightened his back, smiled and waved to the more than 20 cameras in front of him, showing the temperament of a tough guy.

It's just that his face is a little pale, showing that his current condition is not very good.

"Senator, please share your thoughts on the shooting."

"How is your recovery going?"

"Senator, do you have anything to say about your rising approval ratings?"

The reporters in front rushed forward one after another, raised their microphones, and asked questions.

McLaughlin quickly raised his hands and pressed his palms down.

The security personnel at the press conference also rushed over and formed a human wall to block all the excited reporters.

He looked around with satisfaction and found a few people in the corner, but they were motionless.

The leader was a long-legged beauty. When he saw her, McLaughlin felt a lot worse. She was a hardcore member of another political party. This behavior was not surprising.

McLaughlin curled his fingers and tapped the microphone twice on the podium.

"Dong dong."

The scene soon became quiet, and he cleared his throat:

"Everyone knows what happened to me. Yes, I was shot. I was beaten by an illegal worker."

"I understand that because of my tough stance, I will offend many people."

"But that's not a reason to commit a crime and it's not the right thing to do."

"I strongly condemn this criminal and those who harbor him, who, like the plague, are destroying us from within."

"These people are not just targeting me."

McLaughlin slapped the podium heavily and said with firm eyes:

"These people are targeting the entire United States. They want to destroy our homeland. We will not let these terrorists succeed and we must take them down."

"This is the right thing to do."

Most people at the press conference nodded heavily and showed approval.

"right."

"Yes, that's what we should do."

"Drive all those old Mo's out of this country."

At the back of the hall stood a group of die-hard McLaughlin supporters, waving flags and making loud noises.

new work time.

This place is called the crossroads of the world. There are big screens everywhere on the tall buildings, playing song MVs, news, and advertisements at any time.

Even though it was one o'clock in the afternoon, there was still a constant flow of people here and the neon lights were flashing.

At this moment, most of the screens flashed with snowflakes.

This unusual scene also made tourists and pedestrians stop in their tracks, wondering what was going on.

The screen that lit up with snowflakes flashed and a documentary-like image played.

"Bang bang bang."

At this time, the big screen in the square still had sound. Bursts of gunshots were heard, and clips of shooting stowaways kept appearing on the screen.

At first, the onlookers thought it was a Hollywood movie promotion.

It wasn't until an old man wearing a cowboy hat showed up that they felt something was wrong.

"vomit!"

When the scenes of shooting pregnant women and children appeared, some people with poor mental capacity began to vomit.

"I bought it!"

"Who is this person and what happened?"

More people were talking about it, taking out their mobile phones in surprise and recording what happened in front of them.

"Welcome to America."

This sentence kept echoing in Times Square.

The sound of gunshots swept across the United States.

Similar scenes occurred almost simultaneously in Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, and Philadelphia.

Senator McLaughlin's words of welcome to America resounded throughout most of the North American continent.

Airports, stadiums, any place that could be invaded by Jabber and the others were all showing those video clips. They knew how to attract people's attention.

The videos are carefully edited and exciting.

There are also some bribery scenes on a scale that puts HBO to shame.

In a secret chat room, a hacker codenamed J was issuing instructions rapidly, and dozens of top hackers danced following his instructions.

Code-named J, he is one of the most mysterious figures in the hacker world, and he is also technically on the ceiling.

J, that is, Jiabo.

Under his control, the Internet became a hurricane.

All social networking sites, apps, and news sites have revealed evidence of collusion between Senator McLaughlin, campaign aide Booth, Patriot Militia Vaughn, and Mexican drug lord Terez.

Videos, texts, transfer records, pictures, etc. are all clear.

American netizens are already very lively, but with the help of those people, the hurricane has become more violent.

"Thirty seconds."

Jiabo typed the keyboard quickly: "After thirty seconds, everyone will stop attacking. The FBI is already on their sights."

In the chat room, expressions of received expressions suddenly appeared.

At the press conference, after McLaughlin read out the press release, he pulled out the paper on the podium and looked at the host.

The host understood and picked up the microphone:

"Next, I invite my friends from the press to ask questions."

Just as he was waiting for someone to raise his hand, the place shook.

There was also chaos as someone's phone rang.

Everyone was going out to get their mobile phones. When they went out for interviews, those who could call directly were for urgent matters, so these reporters couldn't help but not answer the phone.

At this time, only one person raised his hand high.

In order to avoid the silence, the host quickly pointed to the person. A beautiful woman wearing a professional skirt stood up. She was Rivera's friend.

At this moment, Booth noticed that the faces of the reporters who were answering the phone changed drastically.

"Mr. Senator." Rivera's friend asked first:

"There is evidence that the assassination you received this time was planned by yourself and carried out by your assistant Michael Booth. What do you think about this?"

McLaughlin's head buzzed and he was suddenly confused.

He kept his facial expression strong, supported the podium with both hands and said with a forced smile: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about?"

Rivera's friend sneered and continued to ask:

"Now a large amount of evidence has appeared on the Internet, which shows that you and your assistants organized and participated in the murder of Mexican smugglers. What is your comment on this?"

McLaughlin's face turned pale and sweat broke out on his forehead.

He turned around suddenly and looked at Booth, who was also sweating profusely and was wiping it with a handkerchief.

Rivera’s friend strikes the final blow:

"Mr. Senator, we have received information and there is evidence that you have a cooperative relationship with the Mexican dictator Rogerio Trez."

"I would like to ask if you have been accepting sponsorship from Du Xiao to run for election, and have you cooperated with Du Xiao to establish a unique product smuggling channel."

After her words fell, the scene was deathly silent.