The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Lance, who was sitting on the bed, stroked little Tom and asked, "Tom, do you have any good solutions?" Tom

Cat, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, jumped out of bed with his eyes open, paced back and forth with his head bowed with his hands down, and walked in front of Lance about two minutes later.

[I go to the police station at night?] Then hack into their computers and check it, maybe something new will be discovered.

Lance touched his chin and thought for a while, this is indeed a method: "OK, you are careful, don't be taken away by others and dissected." "

Well, leave it to me! After

patting his chest and assuring, Tom jumps into bed again and sleeps on his stomach, which will allow him to recharge for the evening's activities.

Lance got up and turned to look out the window, it was sunny outside, but he didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

The afternoon was very calm, Lance directly closed the door, took Tom and Max to drive this used car to find a place to do maintenance.

But surprisingly, the internal structure of this Camaro is like a new car, and Lance simply cleaned the car when he thought of this.

Today's dinner Max volunteered to cook, the meal was still very enjoyable, and after dinner, Max also took the initiative to wash the dishes and clean up.

Looking at the time, it was close to eight o'clock, and after Lance nodded to Tom, he left the House of Everything.

And he sat in the living room watching the news, quietly waiting for Tom's return.

Yet for some reason, today's news is mostly about the country's leaders.

Max also sat next to Lance after he came out, watching the news while still complaining about the current government.

"Our president claims to be a servant of the people."

"Yet this 'servant of the people' spends a lot of his time and our money on the special interests of appeasing the elite."

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"I think he's just trying to gain political power, not as great as he says, he's deceiving the world."

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"Do we want this kind of leader?"

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"Stand up and support those who think about you! Vote for people who care about your vital interests! "

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"Vote for Keaton for the presidential vote! Vote for your family! "

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All kinds of rhetoric have been reported in the television media, various headlines have been used, and there is ample criticism of the president's actions.

This critical voice has even formed a huge storm and has been spreading.

This has also led to a steady decline in the popularity of the current president.

Two hours later, Max had already gone back to his room to sleep, and Tom stood triumphantly on the table in front of Lance, showing off with his hands crossed at the waist.

"You're awesome, what would I do without you..." Lance, who understood that Tom needed to tout at the moment, quickly bragged to it.

After finally touching its head, Lance took a small note from Tom.

According to Tom's investigation, that phone number was one of a group of numbers, and it also brought back the host number.

Looking at the time, it was a little late, but Lance decided to call anyway.

When he dialed, he found out that the damn phone number turned out to be the presidential candidate, Steven Keaton's campaign committee that kept appearing on TV today!

Scold...... It seems that Mr. Candidate is plotting some little secret that is not known.

After checking the map to confirm the location, Lance took Tom Cat to the location of the phone number the next day.

Before going out, Lance calmed the somewhat resentful Max, which was no way, she could only stay at home and watch TV and guard the store.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt the enthusiasm of my own people, and the presidential candidate office was bustling and called.

He is now eligible to vote, but Lance is not optimistic about these so-called candidates, so he has not voted.

Pretending to be a voter, Lance wanders around the overcrowded room, looking for his target.

"Meow!"

[I see her!]

Lance followed Tom's gaze and sure enough saw her goal, and she was now leisurely discussing with another woman what to eat for lunch.

With a sneer, Lance walked over and said, "I don't think you should have time to go to a restaurant in Georgetown, what do you think?"

Lance, with a cold face, stared dead at the woman in front of him, and Tom crouched on his shoulder and grinned.

The panicked woman turned her head and ran the moment she saw him.

But Lance had already prepared and did not hurry to wait for her to run out of the house, some things were not convenient to do in public, after all, this was a public place.

"Oh my God... Here he is..." The hurried woman pulled out her phone.

"Mr. Lawson... No......! You can't leave me hanging here! Her panicked tone could see her anxiety, and she turned back three times to keep an eye on her rear, afraid that Lance would catch up.

Unfortunately, Lance didn't intend to let her go.

A minute later, Lance, who fell from the sky, blocked her in the back alley: "Walking in such a hurry?

"You... What do you want! The overly frightened woman dropped her phone to the ground and shivered against the wall.

Sneering, Lance raised his hand and punched through the wall next to him, pulling out his arm to blow off the dust on it.

After showing her muscles, she was just about to threaten her with two words, but what Lance didn't expect was that such a mediocre punch actually made the woman faint directly with a frightened over-roll of her eyes?

Lance and Tom looked at each other and found the speechlessness in each other's eyes: "Isn't this psychological quality too bad?" I haven't done anything yet..."

Looking down at the phone that had fallen to the ground, Lance picked it up, just hung up, but recently a person's name appeared on the call.

Lawson Daviano, fine.

According to this name, he opened the Google and searched for a simple look, good guy, is it actually a relatively well-known lawyer?

Then it is easy to do, a well-known lawyer, naturally it is easy to find out his office location.

Half an hour later, Lance arrived at his destination.

Came to the tenth floor and pushed the door in, a man with oil-headed glasses had just finished calling, and looked at Lance who came in inexplicably: "Who are you looking for?" Lance

glanced at the name tag on the table, Lawson Daviano, well... That's him.

Lance, who walked forward slowly, looked at the room in front of him, the decoration was quite luxurious and luxurious, it seemed that this guy made a lot of money: "You hired me through a third party, and now you don't know who I am?"

"Huh? Is it? So – why on earth would I do that? "