Murphy is now on the pirate ship, and he can't get off even if he wants to.
We can only hope that Smith, a teammate, can be more powerful and resolve the two forces at once.
…
Congressman Rutledge agreed to Smith's request for a meeting, which made Smith feel relieved.
All the men in the New York underworld wanted to fuck him, and he was under a lot of pressure.
But what Smith didn't know was that Congressman Rutledge was a standard politician.
To borrow what Boss Du said about Chang Kaishen, politicians' employment of people is like using a chamber pot - they are taken out when they need to urinate, and then they are stuffed back under the bed where no one can see them.
Smith foolishly boarded Senator Rutledge's plane.
As a result, Senator Rutledge sold him directly.
He compromised for the sake of his life, endorsed gun management with his future political rights, and colluded with the arms giant Hammerson in an attempt to kill Smith.
But Smith is stupid, and Rutledge is even stupider than him. You said that there is collusion between government and business, and everyone knows it. It would be better if they cooperate with each other tacitly. Isn't it just asking for trouble by making the relationship public?
As long as you seize the opportunity to cure your own illness first, everything will be easy...
But this idiot brought Hammerson and Hammerson's men who were chasing Smith onto the plane. As a result, Smith saw the flaw and successfully completed the counterattack...
Rutledge's brain circuit is difficult for people to understand. What on earth do you want to bring Hammerson's people on the plane?
Control Smith and force him to hand over the baby?
But people have already come to your door and want to give it to you...
Is it okay for you to have the baby in your hands before you think about falling out?
It can be seen from this that officials may not be mentally retarded.
Smith successfully hijacked Senator Rutledge and carried him to the belly of the plane in full view of everyone.
"Rutledge, your assassination death will arouse public outrage and make the public strongly support your gun ban bill. With sympathy votes in Congress, the gun ban bill will win an overwhelming victory. You will go down in history!"
Smith tied Rutledge tightly to the iron frame, picked up a gun and put it against Rutledge's forehead, and read a eulogy for him like a cat crying like a mouse.
"ha?"
Rutledge looked confused.
Brother, have you misunderstood?
Our donkey party’s so-called ban on guns is just selling sheep’s heads as dog meat. It’s the kind of fake gun ban that only allows state officials to set fires to please the public!
Do you think I can really ban guns?
Whether it is the folk culture that came from the Revolutionary War, the powers granted by the Constitution, or the entanglements of interest groups, the ban on guns is actually a false proposition here.
Not to mention other things, there are nearly 300 million private guns in Yingjiang. If we really want to ban guns, we will have to send the army to suppress them.
Don't look at my relatively high public support rate now, but according to a Gallup survey, less than half of Americans support strict gun laws. Those who advocate gun bans only account for 27% of the surveyed people, while those who oppose gun bans account for 72%.
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The daily life of Yingjiang people is inseparable from firearms. Even if you don't have a car or a house, as long as you have a gun with enough firepower, girls will still marry you.
Hammerson wanted to mess with me just because their company had invested huge sums of money in developing new gun models and was forced into a corner with no way out.
I haven’t seen that there are so many Eagle Sauce giants, but only a small military company like Hammerson Industries is chasing me?
If it were really possible for me to implement a total gun ban, I'm afraid most of the people in Yingjiang would have to drop bombs on my house.
You have too high expectations for me, brother!
I don’t want to think about other messy things for now, I have to find a way to survive first.
Rutledge looked calm on the surface, but deep down he was actually panicking!
As a standard politician, Rutledge knows that you can't wake up a fanatical person, and it's useless to reason with him.
After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to elaborate his point of view from another aspect and exude his bastard spirit.
"Come on! Shoot! As long as my death can be exchanged for a gun ban bill..."
"boom!"
Rutledge looked at Smith in disbelief, why can't I finish my sentence?
Do you know how emotional my speech is?
Do you know how many criminals woke up after listening to my speech when I gave a speech in prison?
I'm just a hair away from shaking my body and making you kneel under my jeans...
Smith picked his ears. What did he want to say just now?
He had been having too many gunfights recently, so he had a tinnitus and couldn't hear clearly, and the noise on the plane was too loud.
Forget it, never mind, maybe you are afraid of death and want to beg me for mercy!
…
Several small black spots appeared in the sky and enlarged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Well, that's a corpse that fell very fast.
After a while, it fell into an abandoned factory.
And Smith was still shooting at Hammerson's men in mid-air.
He was so awesome that he managed to fuck more than ten big men without any damage.
It's just that when descending, the parachute opening was a little slow, resulting in some shock injuries from the fall.
He crawled into the factory with difficulty and tried to find a place to hide, but he couldn't bear the injury and fainted.
When he woke up, he saw another wretched face that should not appear in this world. He smiled very wildly: "Smith, you finally fell into my hands. If you have the ability, can you run away again? This time
Let me see how you escape!"
Finally fell into his hands?
In order to show his "perseverance" resistance, Smith spat hard with blood on his face.
The bearded man was well prepared, easily dodged Smith's saliva, and said with a ferocious smile: "Smith, tell me the location of the woman and the baby, so that I can make your death more comfortable...otherwise..."
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Shivering!
Soon, several black SUVs arrived, and a team of bodyguards carefully protected a person getting out of the car.
The weapons used were m1911 pistols, MP5 micro-punches, and Remington m870 shotguns. The equipment was very sophisticated, and even the suits and leather shoes were customized versions of the same style.
Hammerson is here!
In front of the master, the bearded man tried his best to perform and said a lot of cruel words to Smith.
Unfortunately, Smith just thought he was farting.
"It seems it's time to give you something awesome to try!" The bearded man became angry and pressed Smith's palm on the machine tool in the factory. He took out a dagger and prepared to cut off a few of Smith's fingers for fun.
It depends on whether Smith can hold on or not.
He is professional when it comes to criminal law.
"You dare to speak harshly when you are about to die!" The bearded man's eyes flashed with blood, and with a stern look on his face, he snorted coldly and raised the knife in his hand...
"boom!"
The bearded man's sneer stopped suddenly, and his whole head exploded open. The standing headless body lost its support and fell weakly.
The corner of Mindy's mouth curled up, she chewed the gum in her mouth, moved the modified Barrett sniper rifle slightly in her hand, and aimed her gaze at the next target.