Miss President wants to talk to you

After he finished speaking, he looked at Edgar.

Edgar stepped forward and recounted the attack again.

"I am personally in charge of this operation."

After Edgar finished speaking, he emphasized, "I can guarantee with my life that Hopkins is dead."

“You are one of Wilkes’s men.”

Gus glanced at her. "What do your promises mean to me?"

He still refused to believe it.

At that moment, Eleanor suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. Gus."

He said, "You should understand that if Eleanor really wasn't dead, he would definitely speak out and would never let public opinion fester."

"He won't. He'll just pretend none of this ever happened."

Let's pretend none of this ever happened.

Upon hearing this, Gus suddenly had a thought.

Before he began his escape, he had agreed on several coded messages with Eleanor.

This sentence is the highest level.

It originates from a conversation between Gus and Eleanor in front of the National Bank of Rap when they were in the Metropolitan.

Gus glanced at Eleanor's face.

It's a bit hard to believe.

Holy crap, you came in person?

Since that's the case, what else can I say?

Immediately afterwards, Gus's attitude underwent a very obvious change.

It was as if I had been persuaded.

"That's true."

Gus stroked his chin, thinking, and said, "If Eleanor is really alright, even if he's injured, he'll definitely stand up and say a few words."

"He's not saying a word right now, there's definitely something wrong."

"Even if they're not dead, they've definitely lost their ability to move."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Wilkes quickly pressed his advantage.

"That's right, Mr. Gus."

He said, "Now the Roseve government is considering the impact, which is why it has chosen to block the news."

"I believe that after a while, things will simply become uncontrollable."

"Even if they don't want to, they'll have to admit it against their will!"

Gus nodded, looking completely convinced.

"Wilks, I underestimated you before."

He said, "In that case, I will keep my promise and hand over all the evidence to you."

Wilkes asked impatiently, "Where is it?"

"In the northern part of Green County."

Gus said, "I'll draw you a diagram and show you exactly how to find those things."

After saying this, Gus couldn't help but glance at Eleanor.

Is that all?

Chapter 115: A Grand Escape Under the Sunlight

Gus quickly found paper and pen and drew a detailed diagram of the location of the evidence.

Wilkes took the map and carefully put it into his clothes.

Eleanor is now dead.

The evidence of the president's betrayal of the country has also been found.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Wilkes did not linger.

They returned to the manor with Edgar and the other two.

He planned to make some preparations and then personally travel to Green County.

But at that moment...

Suddenly, the sound of a car whirring rang out outside the manor.

Wilkes frowned.

There are no other guests scheduled for today, so who would come at this time?

Soon, the butler hurried into the study.

"Mr. Wilkes!"

He said, "Mr. Caleb Mason has arrived."

Mason?

Upon hearing this name...

Wilkes' expression changed slightly.

The majority of the explosives used in this assassination came from Mason's mining company.

Of course, Mason did not offer it voluntarily.

Five years ago, a serious accident occurred at one of his coal mines.

More than one hundred workers died underground.

After the accident, Mason used his connections to conceal the number of deaths and shifted the blame to the mine manager.

They finally escaped death.

Wilkes had known this secret for a long time, but he had never used it.

After all, Mason is also located in the south.

As the saying goes, "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," Wilkes rarely threatened the Southern Company.

Otherwise, his body would have been in the Mississippi River long ago.

This was the only time Wilkes used this force in order to obtain a large amount of explosives in a short period of time.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, Mason came knocking on their door.

"Let him in."

Wilkes thought to himself, this is my home turf, I'm not afraid of Mason doing anything to me.

A moment later.

The study door was pushed open.

Mason strode in.

Behind him followed a pale-faced middle-aged man.

Wilkes recognized the other person.

Osborne.

Transportation manager at Mason Mining Company.

He personally delivered the batch of explosives to Washington, D.C. a few days ago.

Mason made no small talk.

He went straight to the table and slammed a newspaper down on it.

"Please explain."

Wilkes looked down.

The front page of the newspaper featured photos of the attack site in Washington, D.C.

“A few days ago, you asked me for a batch of explosives.”

“Tell me those things are going to be used to blow up an abandoned facility.”

Speaking of it.

Mason pointed to Osborne beside him.

"But he told me that the explosives were eventually loaded onto a transport truck bound for Washington, D.C."

"Then immediately afterward, an explosion occurred in Washington, D.C."

"You're taking my explosives to bomb Washington, D.C."

Are you crazy?!

"Do you know that once the Investigation Bureau launches an investigation, they will find my mining area very quickly?"

Mason was very excited.

Although he had never believed that lame reason before.

But Mason never imagined that Wilkes would be so audacious!

At this point, he faced Mason's accusations.

Wilkes, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief.