Chapter 1657 Presidential Debate

An hour later, in the presence of numerous reporters, Terence Bassey was taken to the jǐng chá bureau. ┡ 『Text ΔWx-on:w%W. Ke Wai Shu. OR: G>

Ronald personally interrogated, and in just ten minutes, it was over.

Under Ronald's escort, Terence Basie came to the prison and saw that there was only one bed in it, and it was only 16 meters away, and he was a little unhappy.

"Captain Ronald, can't you find me a better place? I'm not a criminal."

Ronald said: "Mr. Bessie, you can endure it for two nights."

Terence Basie had never stayed in such a place since he was a child, and said displeasedly: "Director, you can

Arrange a few guards and put me in the hotel opposite the police station, and I'm not running anyway. Don't worry, I'm Terence

I will never forget your kindness to me. "

Ronald thought for a while and said, "Okay. Mr. Bessie, at four o'clock the next morning, I will arrange for someone to pick you up to avoid attracting the attention of the reporters."

Terence Basie nodded with satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Ronald is indeed a director who can adapt to changes. I believe that you will be able to take a higher position in the future."

Ronald could naturally hear that this was the guarantee given to him by the other party, and his face almost turned into a flower with a smile, and said, "Thank you, I will ask Mr. Bessie for more help in the future."

Under the protection of several guards, Terence Bassey was taken to a hotel only 100 meters away from the police station. Although it was only a four-star hotel, it was much stronger than the police station's cell.

There was an ordinary car not far from the police station. Inside was a young man with a hat. He was fiddling with a camera and took pictures of Terence Bassey and his party.

"Boss, Terence Bassey was taken to the hotel opposite. I'll go and see which room he's in later?"

"Okay. You must do a good job in this matter, and I can give you a million dollars. Do you understand?"

"Understood, thank you boss."

The man put the camera in the car and walked into the hotel after half an hour.

"I want to open a room and leave tomorrow."

The boss is a fat man in his forties,

Wen Yan said: "I'm sorry, our hotel has been booked by guests, you should go to another place."

The young man pretended to be unhappy and said, "Who is it? You have money to burn. I think there are ten ** doing some unclean things. Boss, you have to be careful."

The fat boss laughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense here, kid. Forget it, I'm telling you what to do. You should leave quickly."

The young man had no choice but to go out.

However, he did not leave, but was waiting.

He wanted to know which room this Terence Basie would sleep in.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, the light in the middle of the second floor came on. There were many shadows on the curtains, and there were obviously many people.

The young man quickly took several pictures.

After a while, the surrounding room lights up.

How can young people not understand the room where the target lives.

With a happy mood, the young man drove home, turned on the computer, and sent the photos to the boss.

Five minutes later, the boss called diàn huà and scolded: "Who told you to come back? Go back now, and give me 24 hours to keep an eye on him, do you understand?"

The young man was stunned and said, "Okay, boss, I'll go back now."

On the other side of diàn huà, a middle-aged white man with a scar on his face looked at the three people with miàn jù, and said respectfully, "My subordinates have already found the location of the target. Several bosses, look at it."

The person who brought the Transformers miàn jù directly threw a xiāng zǐ to the boss, took the printed color zhào piàn, and left without knowing it.

The middle-aged boss was very happy. After sending off the three gods of plague, he came back to open the xiāng zǐ, and it turned out to be a whole box of US dollars.

Walking to the lockbox, the middle-aged man put the money in one by one, and when he reached the penultimate floor, he suddenly heard a slight noise.

Taking a closer look, I saw a small thing flashing wildly.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, he didn't want any money, and quickly ran outside.

Unfortunately, he was still late.

After only ten steps, the bomb exploded. The strong shock wave directly blew him away. After smashing the glass, he fell down, and hit the body of a car with a "bang", and the whole person couldn't die any longer.

Fortunately, the power of the bomb was not great, otherwise, the residents upstairs would probably be helpless.

After seeing the end of the middle-aged man, the three wearing miàn jù left this time.

"Boss, the location of Terence Bassey has been determined. He is on the second floor of a hotel. All clues are clear. When will we start?"

asked the man in the lead.

"I know, wait for the news."

The next night, the two presidential candidates had a heated debate on television.

The first part is to talk about his governing philosophy. Lyle has never been a president, but he is no less exciting than Adams. The two were a draw.

The second part is free debate time. The two criticize each other's ruling philosophy and tell their own reasons.

Lyle and Adams were both eloquent and eloquent, and they debated for half an hour without a winner.

Seeing that he couldn't win, Adams finally revealed the shā shǒu mace: "No matter who is the president, there must be a prerequisite. Mr. Lyle, do you know what that is?"

Lyle pretended to be ignorant and asked: "Mr. Adams, there should be more than one prerequisite for the emergence of the president?"

Adams said: "Other conditions can be postponed, but the health of the future president is the first problem. How is your health, Mr. Lyle?"

There was a commotion downstairs.

"No, is there something wrong with Lyle's body?"

"If that's the case, then it's a big deal. We can't have an unhealthy person as president, no matter what."

"It seems Adams has obtained Lyle's evidence, otherwise why would he ask such a question."

Ignoring the murmurs from the audience, Lyle laughed and said, "My body is very good. I can run five miles every day in the morning, which is much better than Mr. Adams."

Adams shook his head and said, "Why should Mr. Lyle deceive himself."

He took out a receipt and said, "This is a problem you found out when you were in the hospital before. You have a very serious heart disease, and you are really not suitable for a job like a president where you are so busy every day."

Lyle frowned and said, "Mr. Adams, your statement really makes me feel a little weird. How could I have a heart attack? Can you show me the diagnosis certificate?"

Adams said: "Let's watch it together."

A shot floated past, and the diagnosis report was displayed on the big screen. It was indeed Lyle's disease on it, and it was undoubtedly a heart disease.

The audience was shocked.

"Oh, it's true."

"The above is indeed Lyle's confirmed case."

"Now Adams will win without a fight."

Adams was very proud, everything was in his plan, but his face was calm, looking at Lyle, who frowned, and said: "Mr. Lyle, I think this diagnosis certificate should be true, right? ?"

Lyle thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "It's true. However, although the name is mine, the disease in the diagnosis certificate is not mine, but my father's."

Adams frowned, feeling that things seemed to go wrong, and said, "What do you mean?"

Lyle said: "Everyone knows that my father died last year because of a heart attack. In order to reassure him, when I examined him, I did not use his name, but my own name. I don't believe it. If so, I can go to the hospital tomorrow for a comprehensive examination to prove that there is nothing wrong with my body."

Adams was shocked, his face changed for the first time, and said, "Isn't that your case?"

Lyle laughed: "Of course. If I really had a heart attack, how could I still be running for president."

Adams had realized that he had been fooled at this time, and the smiling guy in front of him had calculated him.

Lyle said: "Mr. Adams, I want to ask you a question about terrorist attacks. What the hell is going on with the NSA? In Washington, our capital, Mr. Shaw would be attacked by rockets, grenades, submachine guns, etc. In this serious attack, even the planes in the airport were blown to pieces, and so many people died. Yesterday, even the deputy director of the National Security Agency was killed. The National Security Agency can't even protect its own people. It's really hard to believe how they have the ability to protect us American citizens. Don't you feel remiss as the President of the United States in terms of social security?"

Adams cheered up and said: "I admit that this was my mistake and that the American government has lost face in front of the world. But I promise that what happened before will never happen again. Our American government has the ability to eliminate all terror. "

Before he finished speaking, a sky-shattering explosion suddenly sounded outside, and it happened eight times in just one minute.

Everyone is stupid.

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