My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 340 The Hurricane Begins

With applause like a tide, McLaughlin struggled down the stairs.

Accompanied by Booth, he stood behind the podium.

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

It's just that his pale face shows that his current condition is not very good.

"Senator, please express your opinion on the shooting."

"May I ask how your body is recovering?"

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

The reporters in front rushed forward one after another, raised the microphone in their hands, and asked questions in a hurry.

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, blocking all the excited reporters.

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

The leader is a long-legged beauty. McLaughlin's mood is much worse when he sees her. This is a hardcore of another political party. It is not surprising that he behaves like this.

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

"Dong dong."

The scene quickly quieted down, and he cleared his throat:

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

"I understand that because of my strong stance, I will offend a lot of 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 harbored him, who, like the plague, are destroying us from within."

"These people are not only targeting me."

McLaughlin patted 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 of the people at the press conference nodded heavily, showing expressions of approval.

"Correct."

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

"Drive those old Mos out of this country."

In the back of the hall, a group of die-hard McLaughlin supporters stood, waving flags and clamoring loudly.

new work time.

This place is known as the crossroads of the world. There are big screens everywhere on the high-rise buildings, playing music MVs, news, and promotional advertisements at any time.

Even though it was one o'clock in the afternoon, there was still a lot of traffic and neon lights.

At this moment, snowflakes flickered on most of the screens.

This abnormal scene also made tourists and pedestrians stop in their tracks, not knowing what happened.

The screen with snowflakes lit up flickered, and an image similar to a documentary was played.

"Bang bang bang."

At this time, there was still sound on the large screen in the square, and bursts of gunshots came, and clips of shooting stowaways kept appearing on the screen.

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

It wasn't until an old man in a cowboy hat appeared that they felt something was wrong.

"vomit!"

When the images of shooting pregnant women and children appeared, some people with poor psychological endurance began to vomit.

"I buy it!"

"Who is this person and what happened?"

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

"Welcome to America."

This sentence echoed endlessly in Times Square.

The sound of gunshots swept across the United States.

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

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

Airports, stadiums, as long as they can be invaded by Jaber and the others, those video clips are all played, and they know how to attract people's attention.

The videos are carefully edited and brilliant.

There are also some bribery clips, the scale of which is so large that HBO is ashamed.

In a secret chat room, the hacker code-named J quickly issued instructions one after another, and dozens of top hackers followed his instructions and danced non-stop.

Code-named J, is one of the most mysterious figures in the hacker world, and technically belongs to one of the ceilings.

J, that is Jaber.

Under his control, the Internet blew a hurricane.

All social networking sites, apps, and news sites are all evidence of collusion between Senator McLaughlin, campaign aide Booth, Patriot militia Vaughan, and Mexican drug lord Trez.

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

American netizens were already lively, but with the help of those people, the hurricane became more violent.

"30 seconds."

Jaber tapped the keyboard quickly: "After 30 seconds, everyone will stop attacking, and the FBI people are already watching."

In the chat room, there was a rush of received expressions.

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

The host understands and picks up the microphone:

"Next, let the reporters ask questions."

Just as he was waiting for someone to raise his hand, there was a vibrating sound at the scene.

Someone's phone rang, and there was chaos.

Everyone was taking their mobile phones out, and when they went out for interviews, those who could call directly were urgent matters, and these reporters couldn't help but not answer.

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

In order not to stand out, the host quickly pointed to that person, and a beautiful woman in a professional dress 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 was the first to ask:
"There is evidence that the assassination you suffered this time was planned by you and carried out by your assistant Michael Booth. What is your opinion on this?"

McLaughlin's head buzzed, and he was suddenly a little dazed.

He forcefully maintained his facial expression, propped his hands on the podium and said with a forced smile, "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?"

Rivera's friend sneered and continued to ask:
"Now there is a lot of evidence 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 was pale and his brow was sweating profusely.

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

Rivera's friend, strike the final hammer again:
"Mr. Senator, we have received information that there is evidence that you have a cooperative relationship with Rogerio Trez, the Mexican lord."

"May I ask if you have been accepting Du Xiao's sponsorship to run for the election, and you want to cooperate with Du Xiao to establish a smuggling channel for Du Xiao."

Her voice fell, and the scene was deadly silent.

(End of this chapter)