the end of the heavens

Smith grabbed the cheesy Quintana and met affectionate eyes. "Trust me, I'm going to fix this... for you."

Quintana fell in love immediately, and the two hugged each other tightly, and gnawed like no one else was there.

Seeing that the flames of war were about to ignite, Russell coughed moderately beside him, signaling his presence.It's useless, Smith's love is so deep that he can't be cold-hearted, and he gnaws on the woman he loves while licking his hands.Quintana also used Death Coil again, like an octopus, hooking Smith tightly with his limbs.

Russell "..."

I should carry a video camera with me!

"Wow wow~~~"

Perhaps aware that the cafeteria was about to be occupied, the baby started howling and crying, Quintana's blurred eyes cleared up, pushed Smith away, and switched to motherly mode.

Smith stared aside, there were two of them, so it shouldn't matter if he shared one, right?

Russell held down the restless Smith, and said in a very speechless way, "Dude, the future will be long. After you solve everything, there will be plenty of time to dig tunnels. Now let me tell you about your plan. Don't you still want to play it by ear?"

Russell didn't want to get involved in this incident, but if Smith was unlucky and honorable, he would have made a trip in vain. After counting the cards in the interface, he decided to do something.

"I appreciate your kindness, I can handle it alone..." Smith glanced at Quintana, and for the first time whispered to Russell, "Protect her and the children, I can't live without them."

Seeing this tough guy bow his head, Russell softened his heart, "No problem, I will hand them over to you intact, don't hide your secrets during training."

Smith smiled lightly and raised his fist, "Of course! If you add more money, I will consider teaching you some unique skills. Diapers and milk powder are not a small expense."

Russell raised his fist and bumped into it. "Don't worry, the cross will pay in full. How much milk powder you can earn depends on your ability."

Smith is happy, if he teaches Russell a unique skill, he can make a small profit, and he promises to make the cross go bankrupt.

"That's it, good luck!"

"You too!"

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I am very proud, because the great god will never be able to cut everything as I want.

Chapter No.16 How did you find this

Smith left alone, although the time of acquaintance was very short, but Russell recognized him as a pure man.Reaching out to unrelated babies, going through fire and water for the woman you love, you couldn't ask for more from this man.

Regarding Smith's request, Russell vowed in his heart that he would return Quintana and the baby to the other party intact no matter what.

Russell drove around the outskirts of the city, first filled up the car, and then went to the supermarket to buy some baby essentials.Smith, a poor man, doesn't even have the money to buy diapers for the baby, and even his weapons and ammunition are collected from corpses.

Is this poor ghost really a killer?

"Where should we go next?" Quintana was a little uneasy, thinking about Smith.

Russell comforted, "Anywhere is fine. If you are tired, go to sleep first. Maybe Smith will come back when you wake up."

"But we are so aimless, can Smith find us?" Quintana changed the baby's diaper, picked it up and kissed it.

"Of course, he is a professional after all..." Russell paused as he spoke, thinking about the unreliable cross, he was a little choked up for a while.

Quintana noticed Russell's pause and questioned, "Are you sure?"

Russell shrugged, "Just kidding, I left him my phone number before, and he will call me."

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The situation on Smith's side is not very good, and the seriousness of the situation has exceeded his expectations.

After parting with Russell, he was soon hunted down by the Hammerson Arms Company. The short leader was extremely persistent with him, and he would not give up until he killed him with his own hands.

This group caused Smith a lot of trouble, but it was just trouble. He managed to get rid of the group and contacted Senator Rutledge.

The congressman agreed to have an interview with Smith, and the two sides met on the plane. The congressman's condition was not very good, and he was seriously ill and was about to burp. The baby in Smith's hand was his only life-saving straw.

If this is the end of the matter, then there will be nothing more to do with Smith, and the baby will be handed over to the MP, and everyone will be happy.

It's a pity that Congressman Rutledge is a politician, and he is the leader of all the Democratic candidates in the presidential election. This kind of person will bet his great future on Smith?

The answer is of course impossible!

Congressman Rutledge believed in his political skills even more. After learning that the safe house had been destroyed and all the surrogate mothers had died, he immediately contacted the majority shareholder of Hammerson Arms Company to discuss a settlement.As long as he can retrieve the surviving baby and support him as president, he will use his power to give some convenience to the Hammerson Arms Company.

For example, let go of the restrictions on gun control, people can buy submachine guns for hunting!

As for his own gun ban bill and his promise to the public during his speech tour, they are not worth mentioning in the face of power and survival, and they are all left behind.

Of course, the speech should still be a speech, should we call for the ban on guns or should we call for the ban on guns, otherwise how can we win votes?

Congressman Rutledge never paid attention to Smith, and regarded him as a little lucky little guy, maybe a little clever, and he asked cia to trick Smith into getting on the plane.

The unlucky Smith met the major shareholder of the Hammerson Arms Company and the stubborn, short leader on the plane. Smith acted first, took the congressman as hostage, and successfully retreated to the belly of the plane.

"It's useless, here is an altitude of 7000 meters, there are more than a dozen bodyguards outside, you have nowhere to escape!" Congressman Rutledge was tied to the door by Smith, trying to persuade him.

He wasn't worried about being killed, and if he died, Smith wouldn't live.

"Even if it's for yourself, you should think about it. I think you are very skilled. The future president still needs a personal bodyguard..."

"To shut up!"

Smith glared at the congressman viciously, "It's not for myself, but for that woman and child. If I kill you, no one will go after them again."

"Ha, are you crazy!?"

The congressman was stunned on the spot, he could feel that Smith was not joking, but how could two wild dog-like pariahs equate his life, this is ridiculous!

"I'm not crazy!" Smith pointed his gun at the congressman's head, "Your death will cause public outrage, and your gun ban proposal will be supported by angry people, Congress will pass your bill, and your last wish will come true. "

Congressman Rutledge was in a bad mood after listening to it. He felt that Smith probably misunderstood the US imperialism.

The so-called ban on guns is just a slogan, a rhetoric used by presidential candidates to fool the people into voting. There are too many capitalists in this country who make money from weapons, so it is impossible to ban guns. Everyone laughs and forgets.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the congressman felt that if he didn't say anything, he would never have to speak in the future.

As an excellent politician, Congressman Rutledge believed in his eloquence, and was also trained by the cia on how to deal with being kidnapped. He analyzed Smith's thinking mode and put on an official expression during a speech.

"Shoot! I hope my death can restore some dignity to this country. The people need a safe living environment, and my death is the stepping stone to overthrow the raging guns..."

Councilor Rutledge was shocked, with a look of death on his face, quite a bit of heroism.In fact, he was very proud that Smith was just a gangster at the bottom of society, and he would definitely be impressed by his uprightness. Considering that he was still a presidential candidate, maybe Smith would bow down and become his loyal younger brother.

Thinking of this, Senator Rutledge nodded deeply, "Come on, let's shoot! I'm ready..."