Chapter 1012

Senator Porter clenched his palms to hide the fact that his hand had just trembled.

The gentleman sitting opposite him acted as if he hadn't noticed his hand shaking violently the moment the phone bell rang.

"I'll take a call.", Senator Porter placed his hand on the phone receiver.

The gentleman sitting opposite him stood up with his hands on the armrests of the chair, "I'll go to the restroom."

Afterward, the butler who had been standing by the door like a transparent person took the initiative to open the door for him, then lowered his head slightly and reached out to lead him out, "Please go this way, sir."

Soon he left the room, leaving only Senator Porter alone in the room.

He picked up the phone and slowly put it to his ear, "This is Porter."

"Senator, just now... the marching and protesting team on... street and... street had an accident, a truck crashed into them, and... took away quite a few people."

The guy on the phone was panting slightly. Senator Porter could hear the flustered voice in his tone, and could imagine how bad the situation at the scene was!

"What about the driver?"

"Caught?"

"Or did an accident happen?"

The person on the other side of the receiver was also his subordinate, arranged by him to watch this demonstration march. If any accident happened, he would report it to him in time like this.

Only him, and three or four others in Congress shouting for a ceasefire, couldn't play any role, nor could they let those people in Dantela continue to invest in them.

As a politician who had already walked to the top of the federal pyramid, he knew this point very clearly.

You want those people to continue to invest in you, you must make them feel a kind of "as long as I invest a little more, maybe I can have the result I want" feeling.

Only when the sunk cost constantly increases can he continue to obtain benefits, interests, or other things from the hands of these people.

So under the promotion of Senator Porter, that international broker, the middleman, contacted these social activists.

After paying them a sum of money and promising that everything would become better, this march and protest started.

The folk march and protest plus the voice from Congress formed a three-dimensional promotion, an all-around promotion, which was more helpful for those who hoped to see that they were playing a role to obtain positive feedback.

Senator Porter paid great attention to these social activists. Some things he wasn't easy to do, points of view that weren't easy to express, could all be publicized through these people.

After all, one of the jobs of social activists was to talk "nonsense," fire cannons randomly, but no one would feel they were bad because of this.

They were very easy-to-use tools, but now, these tools were finished.

He reported several names in a row, and the person on the other side of the receiver confirmed to him that the people he was concerned about had all died in the car accident.

One lady, although she didn't die at the scene, died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

The injuries were too heavy. Almost all the people who were knocked over appeared with different degrees and very terrible fractures, and some were accompanied by internal organ rupture and bleeding.

Many people felt that a fracture was just a broken bone, just a small thing. From one aspect, it was indeed so.

For example, radius fracture, tibia fracture, these bone fractures would only let the sharp bones tear the muscles, and might cause local area hematoma, besides that, it wouldn't cause any other serious consequences.

It was just that when cleaning up, it might be a bit troublesome, after all, there were fragments after the bone was broken.

But if the broken bone was a rib, a spine, or even a skull.

Then such a fracture was fatal.

That female social activist in her thirties who was establishing an independent and excellent female role died on the way to the hospital because the ribs were inserted into the organs.

The scene was very bad, and what was worse was that there were quite a few reporters at the time. They took a large number of terrible photos. I'm afraid that tomorrow the entire New Jincheng and even Jinzhou would be shocked by this accident.

This might be one of the cases with the highest number of deaths caused by traffic accidents in the past ten years!

Senator Porter couldn't help but open the cigarette box, took one out from it, and lit it.

His desktop lighter was in the shape of a flying saucer. Pushing a cabin door on the flying saucer, an alien would poke its head out from inside, and then spray flames.

The designers of these desktop lighters certainly really used their brains, and like these high-end desktop theme lighters used by Senator Porter, they were all handmade, and there was only one such style in the world.

The person on the other side of the receiver hurriedly said, "The driver has been controlled."

Senator Porter didn't answer immediately. His thoughts seemed to have spread to places he didn't even notice along with the constantly rising smoke.

After about ten seconds, he woke up, "Remember to notify me if there is any further news. In addition, go to the police station to watch, and see if there is anyone remotely controlling behind this traffic accident."

"I have a feeling that this is not a normal traffic accident."

Indeed, it was too coincidental, at a specific time, at a specific location, crashing into a group of specific people.

Senator Porter knew very well the organizational ability of these social activists. Once these people died, it would be difficult for him to find others to organize so many people to participate in marching and protesting next time.

The purpose of this car accident was to make the anti-war marching and protesting unable to continue.

He had a feeling that this matter might have something to do with Senator Cleveland. He didn't have any evidence to prove this point, but he just had such a feeling.

This was a kind of perception ability that a top politician was born with!

He put down the phone, placed it on the base, and then glanced at the butler outside the door. Not long after, that international broker returned to his opposite side.

"Your complexion doesn't look very good.", he said after observing Senator Porter's expression for a while.

Actually, a person's expression could indeed change according to the changes in inner emotions. Even if they had received some training, it was actually very difficult to perfectly control their expressions and emotions, and there would always be some flaws.

Senator Porter shook his head, "Just now I received news that the marching and protesting team in New Jincheng encountered a car accident, with heavy casualties."

The international broker frowned, "Do you think this is man-made?"

Senator Porter was somewhat surprised at the keen observation and logic of this international broker who looked much younger than himself, but he didn't admit it, "The Federation is a country with sound and perfect laws. Everything is based on the investigation results of the police station and the legal results."

It was like saying something, but it was also like saying nothing.

The international broker smiled and didn't continue to delve into this question, "Actually, to some extent, they can be considered to have completed their work."

Senator Porter was somewhat surprised, but had to admit that what he said was very right.

Today's car accident would definitely make New Jincheng and even the entire Jinzhou pay attention to this place, pay attention to the driver of this car accident, and those dead guys.

When media from all over reported this case and reported them, people would know why they appeared there, and what they were doing—anti-war marching and protesting activities.

Senator Porter thought over and over, and still pushed the check on the desktop back, "I can't promise you things I can't do. Let's leave this matter for now."

He made such an action and said these words, which meant that he couldn't agree to the international broker's request, at least he couldn't agree now.

Without figuring out who attacked those marching and protesting teams, he didn't intend to become more active.

The international broker wasn't too disappointed either. He packed up all the materials and put them back into the bag, "These materials I can't give you, you know, they are very precious and very important."

Senator Porter nodded repeatedly, "Of course, you should keep them well. Perhaps after a period of time, or after a few years, ten years, decades."

"People will discover this problem from some corner of history, and then correct it. I believe there will be such a day." After the two shook hands, Senator Porter had someone send the international broker away. After the child left, he was always somewhat restless. He certainly knew how hateful the things he was doing were.

After all, he was currently doing the things he looked down on most in the past—going against the trend.

Going against the trend was a very stupid thing. He had always thought so. In the past few decades, especially when he was at the peak of political power, he would also stand in the position of Senator Cleveland now, despising and mocking those who went against the trend.

The trend that everyone could see clearly, yet they still stood out to oppose it. In the end, they were destined to be crushed by the waves of the era.

In the past, he once mocked the stubbornness and stupidity of those old politicians. In the end, facts proved that what he mocked was the old self.

Perhaps, Senator Cleveland would also have such a day. Anyone would, as long as they were in Congress.

At this time, he was somewhat restless. If this matter was really done by Senator Cleveland, what would he do next?

Senator Porter was an old politician who had experienced what could be called the "bloody political" period. Politicians sent people to assassinate and frame each other. Until now, he still felt somewhat terrified when he thought about it.

This was also why politicians later formulated a rule that wasn't written but was conventionally accepted—rejecting terror politics and severely punishing all acts of killing politicians.

Of course, this was just... an expression. If someone really did that, and held the trend of the entire era, I'm afraid no one would say anything.

The stone pushed away by the waves didn't have the qualification to speak.

Thinking of this, he felt somewhat uneasy. They wouldn't really do that, would they?

Just when he felt somewhat terrified, the phone bell rang abruptly again. He answered the phone directly and asked, "What's wrong again?"

"Don't you plan to see your son for the last time?"

He was stunned for a moment, just about to pursue what was going on, the phone was hung up.

He tried to reconnect this call with "Hello, hello," but unfortunately, there was no such function now.

He started to feel fear. He only had one son, who was also his only son and would be his political successor.

This young man, who actually wasn't very young, was already nearly forty years old and was a senator in the State Legislature, which was also the path he arranged.

When he matured a bit more, he could try to impact the main positions of the State Government or even a member of the House of Representatives. There were precedents for this.

Although a member of the House of Representatives wasn't a true master, a member of the House of Representatives could serve as a springboard to enter the Senate.

In the Federation, it was very common for fathers and sons to have different political stances, so the things he was doing now largely wouldn't affect his son.

Even if his son stood up and clearly opposed his stupid views when necessary, he could gain the support of Congress—think about it, a smart and excellent son had to oppose the stupid views of his old father, so how stupid would this view be in people's eyes?

Sacrificing oneself to achieve the next generation seemed to have always been a certain tradition of federal politicians, or they wanted to inherit power like wealth.

Whether it was Sidney who climbed up from the social underclass, or Senator Porter, or those gentlemen on the founding oil painting and their senator descendants, presidential descendants, they were actually always doing this thing.

It's just that people didn't know, those voters ridiculously thought that the change of rulers and managers of this country was because of the votes they cast.

This was a terrible fact!

If Senator Porter had many boys, he might not be so flustered, but he only had one boy, so he immediately became nervous.

He put down the phone, his hands trembling as he dialed the number of his son's office, but no one answered.

He dialed his son's home phone again, still no one answered.

When he tried to dial the phone of his son's secretary's office, because of fear, his hands trembled and he dialed the wrong number twice in a row.

With a loud curse, he slammed the phone down!

The butler was alarmed by this sound and pushed the door in immediately, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Seeing the butler appear, his emotions seemed to be slightly better, "Prepare the car, I'm going to the State Legislature."

The phone couldn't get through, and he didn't know who to call. He could only go to the scene to take a look, and hope this wasn't true, that this was just a prank someone used to scare him.

Seeing that Senator Porter's expression had already lost management and control, the butler immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He replied while running out from here, and also greeting people.

Soon, Senator Porter sat in his car, and the bodyguard drove a car behind him.

He could actually wait a while, wait for more bodyguards to gather, but he couldn't wait anymore.

He knew that he wouldn't die, because this was an iron rule, unless the entire Congress, except for him, except for these few of them, had unified opinions.

Just like when assassinating the President once, Congress always remained silent. If there was no permission from Congress, the assassin wouldn't even know the President's itinerary and route, nor the time he appeared.

He didn't believe that the entire Congress was excluding him. He just did a very ordinary thing. He didn't even substantially harm the interests of other senators!

They couldn't, and shouldn't do this!

At this moment, his heart was full of regret. He shouldn't have done these stupid things he knew himself for the benefits those people promised him. He was incomparably regretful, hoping God could forgive him this time!

The two cars were very fast. There were two roads to go from where they were to the State Legislature. When they passed the first road, they found that road construction was being carried out here, so they chose the second road.

At the moment they turned to enter the second road, at the street corner of the turn, when there were inevitably some gaps between the two cars, a car took the opportunity to insert in.

The bodyguard in the second car honked the horn a few times. The front car seemed not to have discovered at all that it had cut in, and still maintained a stable route.

And the car of Senator Porter in front was moving away from them rapidly.

After entering another road, the driver in the driver's seat seemed to have discovered something wrong, "The car behind is following us all the time."

Senator Porter turned around and looked back through the glass behind the vehicle. A car he didn't recognize, which made his heartbeat start to accelerate, "Where are our people?"

The driver shook his head, "Don't know, by the time I discovered it, the car behind had already become another one."

Senator Porter's expression became even more uneasy, "Accelerate, get to the State Legislature as soon as possible."

As long as they arrived at the State Legislature, they certainly wouldn't dare to commit murder at the entrance of the State Legislature.

But the next second, the front car suddenly braked hard, causing Senator Porter's car to crash into it heavily. In the process of the violent impact, Senator Porter felt a force go deep into his chest, clutching his heart heavily!

He felt his heart was almost not beating!

And then immediately, two people walked out from the side of the road and splashed red paint on the vehicle.

The red paint let them lose all their sight in an instant, and the whole car fell into a dimness.

Then I don't know what thing suddenly fell from the air and slammed heavily on the roof of the car. The roof obviously dented a large piece after making a violent sound.

Then the glass window was smashed with a blunt object, and then two things were thrown in from the outside.

Senator Porter screamed and tried to throw away the two warm and damp things. Because of the paint, the light in the car wasn't good, and he didn't discover what that was.

After waiting for a while, it seemed that everything had quieted down, and the voice of the passing bodyguard came from outside the car.

At this time, the driver pushed the car door open and went out, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir, they have already left."

Saying this, everyone else also opened the car doors, which made the environment in the car bright. When Senator Porter saw the corpses of his two corgis beside him, he let out a sharp scream again!

Unfortunately, this wasn't an opera house, and no one would cheer or applaud for his scream.

That was his pet.

Its head was smashed with a hammer, its fur was cut open with a knife, and it was thrown into his arms covered in blood.

His spirit was almost collapsing!

(End of this chapter)