Looking at Coolidge standing by my bed with red eyes, I was a little confused.

Really confused.

This is not because I have drunk too much or because I am dizzy when I sleep, but because I am really in a state of turning upside down.

Although Coolidge often jokes with me, he knows that I hate being woken up halfway through sleep, so he won’t joke with me at this time even if he’s fine if he’s fine.

Then there is only one result left. This result made me shudder!

"Car...Calvin, have you drunk too much?" I said after a long time.

"Drink too much!? I'm not so easy to get drunk!" Coolidge sat on my bed and picked up his head.

I have known him for so long, but I have never seen him so decadent and depressed.

"What's wrong? What happened to Brian?" I asked quickly, and then got up to wear clothes while busy.

Coolidge didn't say anything, he lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said lightly: "Die."

Plop!

I staggered on the ground, and this sentence pierced my heart like a steel knife.

"What!? Say it again!" I got up and looked at Coolidge with wide eyes.

"Diet! Brian's bastard is dead!" Coolidge roared loudly and sprayed my saliva on his face. "Diet!? How is it possible!? How is it possible!? Didn't you drink with us more than an hour ago!? How is it dead??" I looked at Coolidge, my chest was a little stuffy, and the original gunshot wound was aching faintly.

I covered the wound and sat back on the chair slowly.

"Andre, are you okay?" Coolidge immediately panicked when he saw me like this and hurried over.

I let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly, "Calvin, what's going on? Tell me what's going on."

Coolidge looked at me, nodded, and told the whole story.

After drinking with us, Rutman took a car to the campaign headquarters. His car collided with a small car coming towards us, and the two cars were almost at full speed, causing a huge explosion, causing everyone inside the car to die on the spot!

"Although Rutman has drunk, he has a driver." I asked looking at Coolidge.

"It's the land, it's not Rutman who drives. But there are too many such traffic accidents in Washington, almost every week." Coolidge said in a deep voice.

"Where is Rutman's body?" I asked.

"The corpse? Such a violent explosion. When the firefighters arrived to put out the fire, they only found two skeletons from it. One of them should be Rutman's, which has been transported to the Bureau of Investigation, where the corpse will be investigated." Coolidge replied.

"I didn't expect that Rutman would have such a thing at this time!" Coolidge was very upset.

"Let's go to the Bureau of Investigation." I stood up and walked out the door.

The headquarters of the Investigation Bureau. This is the first time I have come here. When we get there, the outside of the Investigation Bureau is surrounded by reporters. After such a big thing happened, the reporters naturally went out. Seeing Coolidge and I come out, a group of reporters all surrounded.

"Mr. Corleon, it is said that President Rutman was with you and Mr. Coolidge before the accident. What do you think about this accident??" A reporter from Lockettke TV pointed the camera at Coolidge and me.

"We were very sad because the three of us went to a tavern in the evening. We talked about career, family, and presidential elections. Brian also mentioned that after the election, he would take his wife and children to Florida for vacation, but he would not have an accident like this. We were very sad."

I did not answer the questions from other reporters, but when I finished saying this, I turned around and went in with Coolidge.

The people from the Bureau of Investigation led us into a basement, where there were many people standing at the door of a room, all of whom were Republicans, some of whom were the heads of the Rutmann campaign office. They were all heartbroken and burst into tears when they saw Coolidge and I arrived!

"Mr. Corleon, why, why does this happen when we are about to win!"

"God!" cried bitterly.

My eyes were wet, and I just lowered my head and pushed open the door.

This is a small room full of medical equipment. On a table in the middle, there is a covered humanoid object, and a forensic doctor is busy next to it.\\\\\\\

In addition, there were several people standing, one of them, Edgar Hoover, the director of the Bureau of Investigation, wearing a mask.

"Don't work, let Mr. Corleone and Mr. Coolidge see their old friends for the last time." Seeing me in, Edgar Hoover waved his hand to the forensic doctors, and they stepped down.

Coolidge and I walked to the table, lifted the cover on it, and a bloody skeleton was exposed.

The first time I saw that skeleton, my tears came down.

The entire skeleton was bloody. After the explosion and fire, there was almost no flesh and blood. The head was even more terrible. He opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were only two holes, as if he was shouting something.

This is Rutman! The Rutman who was chatting and laughing with us more than an hour ago and hugging each other!

Coolidge squatted down little by little and cried loudly.

He endured it all the way, and after seeing Rutman's skeleton, he could no longer bear it.

After being acquainted for so long, Rutman has become his friend and me. Now that old friends have become like this, how can we not be sad?

"Why did it become like this? Why did it become like this!" I murmured.

"Don't be sad, no one wants to do this kind of thing. Since it's gone, then think about how to solve it." Edgar Hoover, who was standing next to me, said coldly. He pointed to the sofa next to him and signaled us to sit down and talk.

Coolidge and I walked over, sat down, and all stood there.

"Director Hoover. Have you investigated this traffic accident clearly?" Coolidge wiped away his tears and looked at Edgar Hoover Daw.

Because Rutman's death was of great importance, the whole matter was not taken over by the Washington police, but was taken over by the Bureau of Investigation, so they knew the situation best.

"It's clear." Edgar Hoover lit a cigarette, leaned against the sofa and took a few sips, saying, "President Rutman's car was running at full speed. The other party's car was also flying. At a turn, both sides collided and then an explosion occurred. All three people died."

"It's that simple?" Coolidge said.

"It's that simple." Edgar Hoover shrugged.

For a moment, the three of us were silent.

"Calvin, Brian had a traffic accident at this time. Why do I think it's not that simple?" My words made Coolidge shake, and then he nodded.

"It's January 5th now, and the final election will be held tomorrow, but Rutman died at this time. I don't think it's simple!" Coolidge suddenly felt energetic and looked at Edgar Hoover and said, "Director Hoover, have you not found any suspicious places at the scene?"

This sentence made Edgar Hoover laugh.

His smile made Coolidge and I a little confused.

"Do you suspect that Rutman's death was not a traffic accident, but someone designed it?" Edgar Hoover looked at us and spread his hands.

"Yes! I have a complete reason to think so!" I shouted.

Edgar Hoover still laughed: "Two gentlemen, we didn't find any questions at the scene. Judging from the situation at the scene, this is a traffic accident."

Edgar Hoover's answer made Coolidge and me extremely disappointed.

He looked at me and still smiled.

"Director Hoover! What's so funny!?" I became a little angry.

Rutman's death has made Coolidge and me feel so painful. He can actually laugh like this!

"Mr. Coolidge, Mr. Corleon, I laugh at you two for being very smart, but why are you confused now?" Edgar Hoover stood up with a smile, walked to the side and poured a glass of water, took a sip, and walked back.

He looked at us meaningfully, and then said word by word: "If someone designed such a big thing, it would definitely be perfect and would not leave any flaws on the scene. This is the master! And the more normal the scene looks, it means that the more abnormal the matter is. Do you understand?"

Coolidge and I suddenly realized something by Edgar Hoover's words.

"Chief Hoover, can you find evidence?" I stood up and said.

At this time, the three of us already had a common view on this incident, but it was impossible for us to announce it to the public before we found evidence, because if we did that, it would not only not solve the problem, but we would probably have great trouble ourselves.

Edgar Hoover's smile disappeared. He sat on the sofa and took a long breath and said, "Mr. Corleon, what I want to tell you is that you should not have too much hope for this matter. Although I said that the more normal the accident scene, the more problems there are, but if you investigate, the hope is very slim. Because of this, the whole country is concerned about major issues. In advance, people don't know how long they have planned it, and they have considered all aspects of things. They are not sure that they will not do it. And I

The possibility of finding evidence is almost a needle in a haystack. "Mr. Corleon, such a thing is no longer a strange thing in American history. Every year, politicians die like this, but this time it is Rutman. Even those politicians, such as congressmen, and many of them die after they die. We can't find the evidence in the end, even though we know who they died in, Rutman is more special than theirs, so think about it. How much hope is to find the evidence?"

Edgar Hoover stared at me and shook his head: "This is politics. We will investigate this matter. But I absolutely cannot guarantee that you will find evidence because it is really difficult. But you have to know that. Rutman is dead, but you are still alive. You should think about what can reduce your losses. Do you understand?"

Looking at Edgar Hoover, I nodded.

Although his words were straightforward and unremarkable, they were very reasonable.

"Okay, you should leave. This place. You shouldn't stay for too long." After saying that, Edgar Hoover waved his hand at the two of us, and an agent from the Bureau of Investigation came over and took us out.

After leaving the Bureau of Investigation, Coolidge and I were sitting in the car, not talking along the way.

"Andre, I will not let the Democrats and Roosevelt go!" After a long time, Coolidge said this viciously.

"Are you so sure they did it?" I smiled bitterly.

The car parked at our base. When the two of us walked into the room, we found that there were a lot of people in the living room, including Jack Morgan, the owner of the Morgan Consortium.

Seeing Coolidge and me, they all stood up.

"Mr. Morgan. Do you all know?" Coolidge sat down and looked at Morgan and said.

Morgan nodded and said, "Calvin. I don't think this is such a simple thing. Brian died too strangely."

"Mr. Morgan, we think so too." I nodded.

Morgan was a little disappointed, but after seeing it, he was more angry.

"I blame me for this, I blame me for not having a thorough plan. I really didn't expect that those bitches who were raised would do such a thing!" Coolidge said angrily.

"They are anxious to jump over the wall. They are completely anxious to jump over the wall." Morgan smiled bitterly, then leaned on the sofa and shook his head.

The room suddenly became silent.

"Calvin, what should we do?" Morgan looked at Coolidge.

This sentence made everyone prick up their ears.
To be continued...