Chapter 1085? Nine Days After Surgery

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"Um...um...I see, ok, I'll get it done...ok..."

Los Angeles District Attorney's Office, Jill Garcetti just got off the phone.

"Sir, this is the briefing on Anthony Pelicano's case." His subordinates crept in and put a file on the desk.

Gil Garcetti reads, "He shot himself in car after his bodyguard killed him?"

"The criminal forensics department thinks there are still some doubts. The direction of the blood spattered out of the car is only the car keys that are kept clean... The police officers who visited also reported that the surrounding residents only heard one gunshot, not four... "

The subordinates pointed on the file.

"What is the motive of the bodyguard?" Gilgarhy asked.

"I don't know. Although Anthony Pelicano officially hired him not long ago, the two have maintained an intelligence cooperation relationship for many years, and they are both Italians. They trust each other very much." The subordinate replied.

"It's not a big doubt, let the police detective in charge of the case write a closing report." Gil Garcetti signed the file.

The subordinate was stunned for a while but did not question, "Okay, but..."

"explain."

"It is said that Anthony Pelicano has mastered the secrets of many celebrities here. Once he dies, a client or agency will announce the secrets through an agreed method. Now everyone in Hollywood is in danger." The subordinate reported: "This is his The way it has relied on self-preservation for years."

"Don't worry about this...I mean we just do our part well."

Gil Garcetti returned the dossier to his subordinates, "Hasn't APLUS passed the dangerous period yet? Nine days?"

"Yes, in a coma all the time."

"Tell the driver of the Beverly Hills crash that Anthony Pelicano was shot and see if he lets go, and I'll authorize some new plea bargains, including a reduced sentence, a new identity, a new home, a new job. , and so on ... as long as he pleads guilty and comes out with whoever did it," Gilgarcetti said.

"clear!"

Chicago, hospital ICU ward.

After checking the physical data of APLUS, the doctor tried the knee jerk reflex again.

Then he nodded to the nurse beside him.

The nurse pushes the medicine into the retention needle.

The doctor waited for a while but did not get a response. He opened APLUS's eyelids, checked his pupils with a medical torch, and then stimulated the soles of his feet and hands with needles.

Still no response...

The doctor looked at the glass of the room, and there was a large group of APLUS family members, lawyers, and friends, men and women, all staring at him.

"Maybe he is too strong and has high drug tolerance?"

The doctor did a physical examination again, and looked at the electronic equipment with all the normal physiological indicators of ticking, "let's come to another unit, and notify the outside to prepare for first aid."

The nurse used the intercom on the wall to greet her colleagues and pushed another dose of medicine into the retained needle.

Still no response...

"What happened?" The doctor was puzzled, and continued talking to himself, knocking, poking, taking photos, checking...

It was useless, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and come out to explain the situation to his family members, "I will arrange a comprehensive inspection immediately."

The crowd reacted with disappointment, sadness, sighing, and expressionlessness. It has been nine days, and everyone is getting more and more impatient.

The only expressionless Underwood wife, Claire, was the first to ask, "What do you think is the reason?"

"Maybe, maybe there was some brain damage caused by insufficient oxygen supply to the brain due to excessive blood loss at that time? Everything is still uncertain." The doctor replied.

Claire asked again: "Didn't you just say that all physical indicators have recovered to the point where you can declare that you are out of danger?"

"Yes, but modern medicine is still unable to fully understand the human brain..." the doctor replied.

"What did I say!? What did I say back then!? You shouldn't be staying in this crappy hospital! Mam! Alex can't be cured here!"

Of course there was also anger. Connie started to jump violently when she heard the doctor's words, and complained to her mother.

"I don't understand! They all said that at the time!"

Susie and the eldest daughter yelled at each other, "What's the use of blaming me?! What did you tell me to do!?"

"We're going to be transferred! Alex can always take the car now!? Transfer! Transfer!" Tony also shouted at the top of his voice.

The family of three quarreled to death, and the others moved outside silently.

"I can't stay here anymore. There are still a lot of things to do in Silicon Valley." DeLay, Goodman and others shook hands and said goodbye.

"The listing..."

"I can only go back and talk to the agencies."

"All right."

"Al, goodbye." DeLay hugged his old brother Al, "Say hello to Big A for me, keep in touch."

"Okay, I'll see you off."

"Um."

The two and Riise and other A+ executives left with a heavy heart. Claire glanced at their backs, went to the secluded fire escape and dialed the number of the party whip's office. cola literature

Claire: "APLUS hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said it's almost time to declare it out of danger."

Underwood: "Didn't wake up? What do you mean?"

Claire: "Probably some brain damage."

Underwood: "Seriously?"

Claire: "I don't know, we have to wait for the test results."

Underwood: "Okay, I see."

Claire: "Underwood."

Underwood: "What?"

Claire: "Rumor is that certain funders will cut their donations to the campaign office next year."

Underwood: "I know."

Claire: "You know?"

Underwood: "One of them called me and hinted."

Claire: "You know why."

Underwood: "I know."

Claire: "The donations from my charity and women's rights organizations are the same. Some people withdrew their funds. Goodman just said privately that this year's donation will wait until APLUS wakes up."

Underwood sighed, "Okay, I see...Claire."

Claire: "I don't like to hear the words 'I know', I want to see your actions."

Underwood: "I will."

Claire: "I won't allow our business to turn back, I have to lay off staff this year..."

Underwood: "I'll handle it, OK? Rest assured Claire, failure is not in my dictionary."

Claire: "Keep fighting, honey."

"Hey!" After talking on the phone with his cold and robot-like wife, Underwood rubbed his brows and asked his chief of staff, "What do people on Capitol Hill think of me about APLUS?"

"Laugh," Doug replied.

"FXXK!"

He yelled and put his coat in his hands, and strode towards the door. Before he pulled the handle away, the furious expression on his face disappeared instantly, and he appeared in the corridor of Capitol Hill with his usual logo smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ha! Underwood!"

Senator John Warren of the Elephant Party and McCann happened to be passing by. John Warren still maintained the usual high-spiritedness of the former Secretary of the Navy, "Last time in the restaurant, the African-American boy you brought...you and him Good relationship, right?"

"So to speak, Senator Warren, Senator McCann." Underwood smiled even wider and shook hands with the two humbly.

"How is he? I hear he's dying?" John Warren asked.

"Yeah, he's kind of unlucky," Underwood replied.

"Actually, that kid is quite smart, right? Mike En, the last time we cooperated was quite pleasant. Is it cotton or light weapons business? I forgot."

John Warren's voice was loud and he couldn't choose what to say, "Chicago should protect him, especially you Underwood."

"Textiles..." Mike looked around, "Quota."

"Oh yes, look at my memory."

"Uh, actually, I don't know much about the situation, but I will probably find time to visit when I return to Chicago." Underwood changed the subject.

"Then convey our greetings for us, what a pity, what a pity."

John Warren shook his head and walked away, followed by McKenne, "Hahaha!" The two suddenly burst into laughter for some reason.

"Old stuff!" Underwood continued to smile flatteredly, and cursed in a low voice and punched the wall until there was no one around the corner. When he saw someone approaching, he immediately switched back to smiling.

"What's the meaning?"

Chicago, A+CN temporary headquarters, Gordon just got a call from Linda, "Brain damage? Is it serious? I get it..."

After asking about the current situation of APLUS, he frowned and put down the microphone, his eyes became more and more determined as he pondered.

That night, after the A+CN evening news broadcast.

Four board representatives rushed into his office angrily, three were still from the state capital and South Shore Bank, and the other was replaced by a Comcast board representative from Michelle.

"Who gave you permission to play that three-second video without board approval?! You're fired! Gordon! You're screwed!"

The representative of the city government angrily cursed: "From now on, you will no longer hold any position in A+CN, and get out of journalism forever! Security! Security!"

They called the security guard of the TV station, "Look at him, and only allow him to take away his personal belongings. Within fifteen minutes!"

Gordon didn't respond at all, he raised his hands, stood up in a gesture of surrender, and walked slowly to the door, then picked up the briefcase he had already packed, and then took his old-fashioned top hat from the coat rack and put it on, as if he was about to eat someone. The four people who glared at themselves smiled and lifted the brim of their hats to chat as a compliment, then turned and left.

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