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Chapter 341 Nowhere to Run

Other reporters, notified by their superiors, knew of the McLaughlin killing.

I also know that this assassination was fake, and it was completely directed and acted by the senator.

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

The senator's cooperation with the Mexican lord is shocking news for well-informed reporters like them.

The question Rivera's friend asked was too surprising.

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

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

Some die-hard supporters of McLaughlin cursed, and they were about to step forward and attack her.

No one expected that McLaughlin threw away his cane and ran up the stairs quickly. His agility left everyone dumbfounded.

Booth also staggered up and ran up, his face as if he had eaten a stool.

"Mr. Senator."

"Mr. Booth."

From their reactions, it can be confirmed that the online clues are not fake.

Dozens of reporters at the scene no longer cared about the interview etiquette, and frantically rushed forward, causing the scene to become a mess.

The security personnel who organized the discipline of the venue tried their best to stop them.

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

The hardcore supporter who wanted to chase down the female reporter stopped.

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

"Bastard, what the hell happened."

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

"I don't even know."

Knowing that there was no room for slowing down, Booth broke free from his hand and said excitedly: "Go back now, don't panic, and find a way to solve it."

"Videos can be fabricated and all leads can be slanderous."

"As long as the interests are negotiated, all of this will be fine."

"Shet." McLaughlin cursed angrily, and strode towards the back door.

Booth waved his hand quickly, and seven or eight guards with guns quickly followed his footsteps. Ever since he knew that he had provoked a difficult person, he urgently dispatched people from the Patriots militia.

I thought that the other party would directly kill him.

Unexpectedly, that bastard went straight to the media.

Booth took out his mobile phone while walking, just now, his mobile phone was also vibrating crazily.

He opened the phone and saw that it was full of messages from his friends, as well as murder videos and related evidence. When he saw those contents, his face turned pale.

This level is not easy.

When they left in a hurry, the Mexican aunt who was pushing the cleaning cart in the corridor on the second floor picked up her mobile phone and reported the senator's location.

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

McLaughlin got into the extended Lincoln, and Booth quickly followed. Under his command, two guards with guns drove to the front.

The others, get into the two black Mercedes cars.

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

Several Mexican laborers who were repairing the road at the back door of the hospital stopped what they were doing.

They sent the number of McLaughlin's party, the license plate numbers, how many people were in each car, and the information about which car McLaughlin and Booth were in.

These low-key, hard-working Mexican laborers have formed a net at this time.

Inside the lengthened Lincoln, McLaughlin was furious.

Pulling on his tie, he growled at Booth, "How do they know these things, Schett."

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

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

McLaughlin suddenly slumped on the sofa, and now he can only surrender to his competitors and withdraw from the election in exchange for the opponent to stop.

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

Booth's eyes flickered, and he quietly texted his wife. He knew very well the lethality of leaking those things from his hands.

It's definitely not going to be that easy, and the senator has no problem keeping his life alive.

But there will definitely be a scapegoat for 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 away the phone.

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

I still have more than 2000 million US dollars in overseas accounts, and I can spend the rest of my life in style wherever I go, and I don’t have to help others.

Just then, the phone rang again.

Booth picked up the phone and saw the calling number, his heart skipped a beat.

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

The convoy was driving fast, headed for the interstate.

"alright, got it."

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

Ten seconds later, two Mercedes-Benz and one extended Lincoln appeared in the traffic flow, driving onto the interstate highway.

In the eyes of everyone in the city, Booth and his convoy's escape route has been firmly grasped by Letty.

She leaned out and blew a loud whistle towards the back.

"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 ahead.

Behind him, there were five old cars.

It was full of angry Mexicans who put on their face masks and held their guns as soon as they started their vehicles.

Everyone knows that those things can't kill a senator.

They had no choice but to do it themselves. Under Letty's contact, several local Mexican gangs dispatched gunmen tacitly.

Everyone has a share, no one is an exception.

Faced with this kind of thing, they dare not make a move, and the gang waits to be disbanded on the spot.

A convoy of seven vehicles headed by Cadillac and Hornet chased McLaughlin and the others.

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

Later, we must quickly drive the extended Lincoln away from the interstate highway, otherwise it is easy to accidentally injure ordinary people on it.

"Look, there is a situation."

Rivera slapped Ethan's arm and pointed forward.

McLaughlin's convoy was 60 meters ahead of them. Before Ethan and the others could attack, four Chevrolet SUVs suddenly drove up from the side.

The four SUVs accelerated crazily, and soon paralleled the extended Lincoln.

Ethan looked at Letty who was driving a Cadillac beside her. She also looked confused, and it seemed that she was not the person she arranged.

Inside the Extended Lincoln, Booth's cell phone kept ringing.

This time it was an unfamiliar number. He hung up several times, but continued to call. In desperation, he had no choice but to answer.

"Look to your left."

Terez's scalp-numbing voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)