Paige had said that only when the General Election was chosen would they people be considered truly set and would not be put through the lock and loop of being an inferior human being.
The plutocrats watched the news with dark faces.
“Behind me is the upcoming roll call …”
The wind was a little strong in front of the office building, and the reporter’s hair was blowing around, and his eyes flickered as he spoke, his expression not quite right.
Paige took her seat amidst a sea of excited voices and looked calmly at the reporter on the screen.
Sure enough, the female reporter couldn’t go on after a few sentences, and shuddered a little as she said, “I’m sorry, we need to connect a video feed on our end.”
“…”
The whole room was in an uproar.
What the hell, they were going to watch the results of the general election roll call, who needed to see any video feeds.
Rafael, sitting in his seat, saw this and his eyes sharpened.
Something was wrong.
The news station quickly accessed a video feed, and a scar-faced man holding a rifle suddenly appeared on the stage’s large, unbridled screen.
The man hated to dislike the road that ran almost through his entire face to the camera, his voice was thick, “Viewers across the country, I’m Mason, I’m thirty-nine years old this year, five years ago, my wife and son were run over and killed by a maniac who was driving without a license, and that maniac escaped from that place in the slums, he was transporting drugs at the time, I didn’t think that after just five years, the slums would actually be cleansed of all the drugs, and also engage in out some kind of class equality.”
He spoke heavily and put up a picture of the scene of the incident and the perpetrator.
“…”
The people of Wind Island looked puzzled.
Who was this perpetrator, and why was he the one who escaped from Wind Island, they didn’t even know him, okay?
Scarface continued in a somber tone, “The final results of the election will come out tonight, and I can’t stand a president who puts out thugs and viral contagions as political accomplishments, so I’ve banded together with a lot of people who share the same needs as I do to do something big.”
As the words left his mouth, he released another video of a group of gun-toting, hooded men storming into some hotel, firing guns in the air, forcing everyone to gather in the lobby amidst screams, forcing them to crouch down, and then tying everyone up and pointing them at gunpoint.
Then came another video just like it, only this time it was another hotel.
“As you can see, we now control thirteen hotels across the country, and for the sake of Country A’s future, we can only fight violence with violence.”
Scarface continued to the camera, “Rafael, I want an announcement to the world that you are stepping down within the hour and all the proper paperwork, otherwise we will start killing until we have killed as many as we can, and we are willing to do so righteously.”
Nick stood up from his position, his eyes red with anger, “How can a group of ordinary people quickly take control of thirteen hotels all over the place at the same moment, the people standing behind them are clearly Thomas and THE Reeves family.”
For the sake of the general election, these people could actually be shameless to this extent!
And to have the audacity to claim that they are doing it righteously for A. This is simply a way of shifting the focus so that the people can put the blame on the people of Wind Island.
The ambition of these people is too hateful.
“This is simply a terrorist organization.” Carrie couldn’t believe it had gotten to this point and Thomas’s side wouldn’t give up and create a situation like this.
“President.” The butler on the side hurried back and whispered, “Checked it out, a few executives on the TV station’s side were captured by this group and threatened to broadcast.”
Rafael sat without speaking, his eyes behind the lenses especially deep.
Carrie picked up the hem of her skirt and stood up, lowered her eyes to the cold-faced Rafael, “President, please go back to the presidential palace first, we’ll take care of this side.”
She really thought of him as a puppet.
“Settle it how?” Rafael looked at her, “The whole country knows about this now, if I don’t step in and set things right, when a few members of the public die, I won’t have to be president anymore.”
“Then you can’t just go along with them, that’s when things go bad.” Carrie said, now Thomas was making it very obvious that he wanted Rafael to have no way of getting re-elected without a hitch.
“First, go find out exactly which thirteen hotels are occupied by terrorist organizations.” Rafael looked to the butler.
The entire conference was thrown into some sort of terror when this astronomical news broke.
The plutocrats looked towards Paige, some gloating and some apprehension, making such a big move wouldn’t cause any chaos, would it?
Paige sits in her seat, the vintage metal chain on her glasses wobbles slightly as she looks at Scarface on the big screen.
She sat for a long time without moving.
But the others couldn’t sit still; one by one, Artie, Alfredo, Nick, and Cynthia ran up to her and said something.
Paige didn’t snap out of it until someone reached out and waved a hand in front of her, she looked at them and said nothing, just got up from her seat and turned to walk away, her face a little white.
“…” The crowd looked around, what was wrong with Paige?
Why is she suddenly like a lost soul.
Paige walked all the way outside the venue before taking out her cell phone, her fingers stiffening as she made a certain call, her breathing almost stopping.
She put the phone to her ear.
It rang to the second ring and was picked up.
“…”
She stood motionless as a cold chill shot up to the sky.
For the first time, she was so afraid of hearing a strange terrorist’s voice on her cell phone.
But thankfully, the voice that reached her ears was an all-too-familiar one.
“Paige?” said Enrico, his voice low and magnetic.
“…”
Paige let out a tight breath and bent her legs, reaching out to hold onto the wall next to her before she could barely keep herself on her feet.
“Why don’t you say something?” Enrico asked her.
“Enrico, listen to me, the hotel you’re in right now is being controlled by a group of terrorists, are you in the hotel?”
She clearly saw one of the hotels in the video that Scarface had put out, the one across from THE Lautners family, which was desperate for attention.
She did her best to finish articulating things in short sentences.
Nothing could happen to either him or Gabriel.
“I’m not at the hotel, don’t worry.” Enrico said over the phone, adding, “Is it Thomas and the Reeves family?”
Paige subconsciously thought that Gabriel was by his side, and when she heard this, her whole body instantly relaxed, and then said, “Yes, they control thirteen hotels all over the place, and they should have started planning this since the election situation was reversed, and by making such a big scene, even if Thomas doesn’t end up being the president, it’s still enough for people to be completely disappointed in Rafael. disappointment.”
Which would include a significant drop in support for slum redevelopment.
“Thirteen hotels?”
Enrico naturally knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately said, “I’ll fly back to be with you right away, don’t be nervous, I won’t let anyone stop you from doing what you want to do.”
“Good.” Paige responded.
She did need him by her side.
Suddenly, she thought and added, “That child …”
At those words, Enrico snorted coldly, “You also know about the existence of that little spy that you told Kevin to put by my side?”
Little spy?
Paige sounded a little confused, but picked up the important ones, “If you’re not taking him to The Capital, send him to THE Lautners family, it’s safer.”
“Why would I take him to The Capital?” sneered Enrico.