Female president's private killer

"It seems that you can't die." Duan Tiandao smiled and sat down beside Li Xinghai's bed. While holding his hand, he turned his head and looked at aphrola in front of the window.

Although Li Xinghai can't speak, his eyes are very flexible. He looked at flora and then at the way of heaven. His eyes were strange.

"Know what you want to say. Don't wink." Duan Tiandao smiled and looked at the monitoring instrument: "the heartbeat is very strong, the blood pressure is normal, white blood cells, heme, vital capacity... Are you pretending to be ill?"

Looking back, I saw Li Xinghai's proud face.

"I've heard that you'll be in the medical class soon." Duan Tiandao had a bad smile on his face: "when you enter that thing, you have to strip all over. At that time, I'll take two pictures for you and leave a souvenir." Li Xinghai's smile suddenly solidified and glared at Duan Tiandao.

"But I have to go in two days." Duan Tiandao sighed and regretted: "cherda has determined to send troops to the southeast, and Newton's sea area must be preserved."

Li Xinghai's eyes were dim.

He looked at Duan Tiandao, his eyes slowly turned and moved to the windowsill. Stunned, it seems to have been confused in the bright spring.

"Don't worry." Duan Tiandao said faintly, "maybe the day you leave the hospital, the war will be over."

There was a moment of silence, and only a slight whine of the instrument could be heard in the room.

For a long time, Duan Tiandao looked out of the window along Li Xinghai's eyes. The leaves of an Ivy tree trembled slightly in the wind. A bird passed by the window quickly. It never knew where to turn a big bend and flew up to the dense branches of a big tree in the distance.

"I know what you're thinking." Duan Tiandao said to himself, "those who died seem to have left the world for a long time. However, I don't know why, I always think they are alive and fighting in China at the moment. " He turned back and stared at Li Xinghai: "they are waiting for me to go back and for you to come back."

Li Xinghai looked into Duan Tiandao's eyes and didn't want to move away for a long time. His fingers, weakly moved, grabbed Duan Tiandao's hand and tightened it a little.

Although the strength is weak, it is not even as strong as a child. But Duan Tiandao could clearly feel the power transmitted to him.

"You know, I'm not generally good at war and I'm not generally good at luck." Duan Tiandao smiled: "now, I have a fierce army and the support of Marshal Huang Shengtian and Huaxia. Don't you believe I can defend Huaxia?"

Li Xinghai slightly loosened his hand, his eyes were smiling, but his tears flashed.

"Now we are very strong..." Duan Tiandao stared into Li Xinghai's eyes: "very, very strong. There are Linhan, new warships and twelve generations of mecha. We didn't lose before, and now we won't lose! "

"But it's a pity that you can't get addicted to command for the time being." Duan Tiandao put Li Xinghai's hand: "however, tomorrow is the day of the Chinese President's election. There is a good play that can be seen on TV."

Ten minutes of visiting time came and he stood up. At parting, the two men smiled and looked at each other. The sunlight entering through the window shed a halo on them.

January 20, as scheduled.

It was a foggy day in the morning. The whole of Shangjing was shrouded in a milky fog. There is almost no boundary between the sky and the ground. It looks like a hazy piece.

When the line of sight exceeds 100 meters, I can't see clearly. The rising Asahi is just a red sphere that doesn't feel much temperature, hanging on the top of a distant mountain. The early spring morning is still cold.

However, at six o'clock in the morning, many people had gone out. They are either alone, or meet three or five times, or drive a car, take old Lou children, or hold posters with the names of the candidates they support, holding them high all the way to the voting points near their homes.

This is a grand event with the participation of the whole people. Everyone hopes that their vote can determine the future of this country.

The assassination of President Ye Jingguo and the war that has begun to have a profound impact on the country's future have made people have far more ardent expectations for the presidential election than usual.

They know that China is crumbling. Their lives are swaying in the shadow of the war approaching China. They need a strong leader!

Wang Tao, who is elegant and has great appeal in his speech; Mature, steady and trustworthy yuan Jiangping; Zhao Xi, who is in his prime of life, but is more steady and courageous than most of his peers... These three people are the ones who have won the presidency. Now they must choose from them.

This is related to the national and national luck, life, and the future and survival of the whole China!

The major media have poured out at 4 a.m. this day. In particular, the main voting points set up in Victory Square in the capital, Shangjing, are packed with people. The reporter area is full of long guns and short guns, and the flash lights reflect the snow-white of the dark morning.

"I will vote for Mr. Wang Tao." A young man on a bicycle took off his helmet, fiddled with his wet hair just after sports and said to the reporter, "I've been paying attention to him. He's my idol!"

"Me?" In front of the camera, an old man over 60 stopped and put his hands in his coat pocket: "of course I will choose Mr. Yuan Jiangping. Over the years, his steady style and his political ideas have always won our trust and respect. "

"And you, this beautiful lady?" The reporter extended his words to an old woman holding the old man's arm: "are you going to vote for Mr. Yuan Jiangping, too?"

"My political views are different from those of him." The old woman smiled and looked at the old man around her: "I'm going to vote for Zhao Xi, who is a beautiful child and a political genius. I can't wait to see him sitting in the chairman's office. "

All TV channels are broadcasting the interview pictures of reporters.

In every administrative region and city, countless people flow through the streets to the polling stations.

At 9:30 a.m., when the clouds in the sky of Shangjing gradually dispersed, the bright sunshine finally showed their shapes between the buildings, windows and canopy branches and leaves.

This golden light pulls the whole city into countless oblique projections. The contrast between shadow and light makes the world clear, three-dimensional and vivid.

A group of black cars, guided by police cars, drove to the stage of No. 1 polling station in national Victory Square.

This is a huge voting hall set up in front of the monument to democracy and freedom. It is temporarily built by fully transparent glass components, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people to vote at the same time. This voting point alone can complete the voting work of millions of people in 12 hours. The car rounded the interview area and stopped at the yellow line.

The well-dressed and elegant Wang Tao got out of the car first, walked around to the other side and opened the door for his wife.

Wang Tao, 48, has a lovely and handsome face. Curly and charming hair, deep eyes, high bridge of nose and slightly square and upturned chin. His wife Jin Chan is also a great beauty. Although he is over 40, he still has a perfect figure, noble temperament and always has a generous and charming smile on his face.

The appearance of the most popular couple immediately made the whole voting venue boiling.

Wang Tao's supporters shook placards, held up his posters and shouted his name hoarsely.

Wang Tao took his wife and waved his arms gracefully to the crowd in response to the people's support. The bodyguards around him surrounded him with great vigilance.

"Whatever the outcome, this is a victory for democracy." Wang Tao showed a charming smile to the female reporter of Huaxia democracy daily who was allowed to get close: "this is the strong foundation of Huaxia. We will continue to follow this road. No one can defeat us!"

Wang Tao's words attracted loud applause and cheers from the square.

In this cheering, he stepped up and finally stood at the door of the voting hall. He turned around with his wife and waved his arms to the supporters before entering the voting hall.

Just as their figure had just disappeared, another motorcade came from a distance, passed through the broken sunshine in the shade of the square, drove through the passage crowded with people dancing placards on both sides, and stopped at the door of the voting hall.

The one who got off this time was yuan Jiangping, who had some gray temples, a national face and a mature man's demeanor.

The appearance of Yuan Jiangping and his wife also attracted cheers like a tsunami. Compared with Wang Tao, the veteran politician has not many supporters.

Especially for many older people, Yuan Jiangping is more in line with their image of chairman.

It was also the click of the camera and the cry of supporters. The old man with gentle and elegant appearance and behavior, narrowed his eyes and walked into the voting hall with his unsophisticated wife.

People in the square are looking forward to the emergence of Zhao Xi.

However, with the arrival of leaders of political parties, members of Congress and interim chairman Shi Tianhao, and as time went on to 10 o'clock, the presidential candidate with a direct support rate of more than 28% and a second support rate of 35% showed no sign of showing up. Even Fu Langyan, who had lost his competitiveness, came, and he didn't come.

In the past few days, with the sudden end of the propaganda offensive of Yuan Jiangping and Zhao Xi, people have not heard anything about Zhao Xi for several days. That is a middle-aged man with black hair. He is not tall and always has a gentle Fu on his face. However, in terms of political opinions, he took a clear-cut stand.

He is a hardliner who advocates to devote himself to the war. He strongly advocates that the privileges of some politicians and chaebols should be abolished during the war, promote the economy, and strive to solve the increasingly serious unemployment rate. He also strongly advocates combating corruption, reforming the political system, making the government's management more transparent and the proposal deliberation procedure of Congress more concise and effective.

This series of propositions is deeply welcomed by the people.

In early January, his support rate has been steadily increasing. By January 15, his direct support rate was even on a par with Yuan Jiangping.

Unfortunately, the treacherous political changes made him silent in the last time. Although he may be elected in principle, he wants to turn over in reality unless there is a miracle. At the moment, no one knows that Zhao Xi is not far from the first polling point.

He stood in front of a huge French window on the 126th floor of a blue high-rise building in the south of national Victory Square, gazing at the crowded square.

This is the election of the democratic and fair party. The whole floor behind him is the office of his campaign team. The busyness of the past has disappeared.

No more phone calls, no more frequent opening and closing of automatic doors, no more hurried footsteps, and no faster reporting in my ears.

He stood quietly at the window with a cigarette in his hand.

The straight body pulled out a slender shadow in the sunlight through the window, and the curl of smoke floated and dispersed in the sunlight.

Behind him, the team members stood together in groups of three or two.