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Other reporters, informed by their superiors, learned of McLaughlin's killing.

He also knew that this assassination was fake and was entirely directed and staged by the senator.

But they didn't expect that there would be such exciting content.

The fact that the senator actually cooperated with the Mexican independent lord was shocking news to well-informed reporters like them.

The questions that Rivera's friend asked were too shocking.

Everyone at the scene was so frightened that it was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

Some of McLaughlin's die-hard supporters shouted angrily and threatened to attack her.

No one expected that McLaughlin threw away his cane and ran up the stairs quickly, with such agility that everyone was stunned.

Booth also staggered up and ran up, his face looking like he had eaten shit.

"Mr. Senator."

"Mr. Booth."

From their reactions, it can be confirmed that the clues on the Internet are not false.

Dozens of reporters at the scene no longer cared about interview etiquette and rushed forward crazily, turning the scene into chaos.

The security personnel who organized the venue to enforce discipline tried their best to stop him.

In just one minute, the senator fell from heaven to hell and fled in a hurry.

The die-hard supporter who wanted to chase the female reporter stopped.

He silently took off the cultural cap on his head, threw it to the ground, and crushed McLaughlin's smiling face.

"Asshole, what happened."

After running up to the second floor, McLaughlin turned around, grabbed Booth by the collar and pushed him against the wall, shouting loudly.

"I don't even know."

Booth knew there was no room for recovery, so he broke free from his hand and said excitedly: "Go back now, don't panic, you can still find a solution."

"The video can be fabricated, and all the clues can be slander."

"As long as the interests are discussed, there will be no problem in any of this."

"Shet," McLaughlin swore angrily and strode toward the back door.

Booth waved quickly, and seven or eight armed guards quickly followed him. Since he knew that he had provoked a troublesome person, he urgently transferred people from the Patriot militia organization.

I thought that the other party would come directly to the door.

Unexpectedly, that bastard actually stabbed the media directly.

Booth took out his cell phone as he walked. Just now, his cell phone was vibrating crazily.

When he opened his phone, he saw that it was all filled with messages from friends, as well as murder videos and related evidence. When he saw those contents, his face turned pale.

This test is difficult to pass.

As they left in a hurry, the Mexican aunt who was pushing a cleaning truck in the corridor on the second floor picked up her cell phone and reported the location of the senator.

A group of more than a dozen people quickly walked out of the back door, where two Mercedes-Benz and a stretched Lincoln were parked.

McLaughlin dove into the extended Lincoln, and Booth quickly followed. Under his command, two armed guards came to the front and drove.

The others got into the two black Mercedes-Benz cars.

The motorcade quickly left the hospital and merged into the street.

Several Mexican workers who were building a road at the back entrance of the hospital stopped what they were doing.

They sent out the number of people in McLaughlin's group, their license plate numbers, how many people were in each car, and which car McLaughlin and Booth were in.

These normally low-key, hard-working Mexican workers now formed a dragnet.

Inside the Extended Lincoln, McLaughlin was fuming.

He tugged at his tie and growled at Booth, "How do they know these things, Shet."

"I swear to God, I don't know either."

Booth suppressed his panic and said in a deep voice: "Go back now, and I will ask their people to negotiate."

McLaughlin was slumped on the sofa. Now he can only surrender to his rivals and withdraw from the campaign in exchange for the other party to stop.

The most important thing right now is to calm down the storm.

Booth's eyes flashed and he secretly sent a text message to his wife. He knew very well the lethality of those things leaked from his hands.

The matter is definitely not that easy to solve. There is no problem for the senator to save his life.

But there will definitely be a scapegoat in this matter, and now it seems that I am the best candidate for the scapegoat.

He would never allow himself to fall into that situation. After sending the message, Booth put the phone away.

He made up his mind to send McLaughlin back to his residence later and immediately find an excuse to leave.

I still have more than 20 million US dollars in overseas accounts. I can live the rest of my life comfortably wherever I go, and I don't need to take the blame for others.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Booth picked up the phone and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the caller number.

At this time, he couldn't control this person anymore. Booth casually pressed Terez's phone and blacklisted him.

The convoy moved quickly toward the interstate.

"Alright, I got it."

Letty put down the phone and stared in the rearview mirror.

Ten seconds later, two Mercedes-Benz and a stretched Lincoln appeared in the traffic and drove onto the interstate.

In the eyes and ears of the city, Letty had already firmly grasped the escape route of Booth and his convoy.

She leaned forward and blew a loud whistle behind her.

"Walk."

Rivera pulled out the Glock and said murderously: "Now is the time for revenge."

Ethan nodded and stepped on the accelerator to keep up with Letty's Cadillac in front.

Behind him, there were five old cars.

They were all filled with angry Mexicans. After starting the vehicle, they immediately put on their turbans and held their firearms in their hands.

Everyone knew that those things could not kill a senator.

They had no choice but to do it themselves. With Leti's contact, several local Mexican gangs tacitly agreed to send out gunmen.

Everyone has a share, no one is an exception.

Faced with this kind of thing, they didn't dare to take action, so the gang waited until it was disbanded.

A convoy of seven cars, led by Cadillacs and Hornets, chased McLaughlin and the others.

Ethan pulled up the red scarf and glanced at the vehicles on the road.

We need to quickly force the Extended Lincoln off the interstate later, otherwise it will be easy to accidentally injure ordinary people on it.

"Look, there's something going on."

Rivera patted Ethan's arm and pointed forward.

McLaughlin's motorcade was fifty or sixty meters in front of them. Before Ethan and the others could attack, four Chevrolet SUVs suddenly drove up from the side.

The four SUVs accelerated wildly, and soon they were parallel to the stretched Lincoln.

Ethan looked at Letty who was driving a Cadillac next to him. She also had a confused look on her face. It seemed that she was not the one who arranged it.

Inside the Extended Lincoln, Booth's cell phone continued to ring.

This time it was an unfamiliar number. He hung up several times but continued to call. In desperation, he had to answer.

"Look to your left."

Therese's head-numbing voice sounded.