Chapter 386 A Life-Long Friendship

The car finally stopped in the hills of St. Louis, and Alice Roosevelt nodded and said, "Now you just have to drive the car back in less time than I did."

"I can't drive!" Sheffield pulled his hand out of the seat belt and said, "Who told you that the boss of a car company can definitely drive?"

Sheffield is very skilled in another way of driving, but Alice Roosevelt may not cooperate.

"Are you kidding me?" Alice Roosevelt's eyebrows were raised, and she became less polite. The impression that people like Sheffield were untrustworthy had already been imprinted in her mind, and she stepped on the accelerator to go back. The car, which had been bumping all the way, suddenly made a strange noise at this time, and it couldn't start.

Could it be that the tank exploded? Sheffield frowned slightly. This place was more than ten kilometers away from St. Louis. Could he walk back? Looking around, there were few people around. This environment inspired the slave owner's caution. He didn't like such a place with few people.

"Look at the quality of your company's products!" Alice Roosevelt slapped the steering wheel and angrily accused Sheffield in the passenger seat, her pretty face full of anger.

If it were any other time, Sheffield would still be interested in joking with the president's daughter, but in the wilderness, alone with a woman, he had no intention of doing anything beastly. Whenever he went out, he was always surrounded by people, and a wall of people followed him wherever he went. Now that there was no one around him, he felt uncomfortable.

"Could you please talk less? This is not the city!" Sheffield said with a cold face. He felt that he had been a little rash because of his lust. Now, even if Roosevelt's beautiful daughter was by his side, he would still regret it.

The two of them just sat in the broken down car and looked at each other, but there was no ambiguity between them. Both of them felt annoyed about the current situation. Finally, Sheffield took off his shirt, pushed the door open, and opened the front hood to see if he could make a miracle happen. After smelling the oil smoke for a long time, the slave owner had to admit a very practical problem. With his almost zero hands-on ability, a miracle would never happen.

"How is it?" Alice Roosevelt got out of the car, holding the corner of her long skirt, and asked expectantly.

Sheffield couldn't say that he couldn't tell what was broken, but he believed that even if Alice Roosevelt could drive, she wouldn't extend her hobby to car repair with this outfit. With this judgment, Sheffield shook his head and said, "I have a suggestion now. Let's go back to the car and wait until my bodyguard comes."

"I'm a woman waiting with you in the wild? If they don't come, do I have to spend the night with you?" Alice Roosevelt said sarcastically, but when she thought that it would take at least two hours to walk back, and the valuable car would be left here and might be stolen, she nodded and agreed.

Sheffield was the one who was dissatisfied with what this woman had. He placed the pistol hidden in the gun bag on his waist where he could reach it at any time.

At this moment, two young men appeared behind the car, walking and laughing. When they saw the car that had broken down on the roadside, they were stunned for a moment, then walked over with curiosity. When they saw the two people sitting in the car, their eyes were mainly on Alice Roosevelt. They knocked on the window and asked, "Is your car broken down? Is there anything we can help you with?"

Sheffield took a breath and smelled a strong odor of alcohol. Of course Alice Roosevelt smelled it too and directly rejected the other party's kindness. The president's daughter also learned to be cautious when she was not in the city.

This rejection made the two young men look a little ugly, and their faces, which were a little red due to drinking, were uncertain. This made Sheffield feel nervous, thinking that he might have encountered the most welcome thing. As we all know, among the female species, there are many who want to overestimate their own abilities in nature.

The slave owner had seen a documentary in his previous life. Under the gaze of a female deer, a male deer in estrus bravely attacked its opponent, but its opponent was a bison in the same zoo.

Alice Roosevelt was definitely a beauty, and anyone with eyes could see that. The slave owner hoped to have less trouble instead of more, and his judgment was wrong.

But the loud noise on the car door showed that there were too many believers in the world and God did not listen to the call of the slave owner. With the shouting and cursing, the two young men pulled the car door hard. But Alice Roosevelt was not in a hurry at all. Instead, she said with a look of insight, "How long did it take to plan this scene of the knight saving the princess? Mr. William, you are a married man!"

At this moment, the car door was opened, and at the same time, Sheffield, who had been holding his hands in his arms, fired decisively in front of Alice Roosevelt. Bang! The young man who was holding the car door was shot and fell backwards, with blood staining his chest red.

The slave owner fired decisively. He got out of the car and fired continuously at the other young man who was fleeing. Two bodies appeared on the road. Only then did Alice Roosevelt wake up from her dream and screamed loudly.

"Do you think this is a knight saving the princess that I designed?" Sheffield put the gun back into the gun bag under his clothes, and said word by word while trying to suppress his nausea, "To save the princess, I just shot and killed people? What's going on in your head?"

After killing the two men, Sheffield got back into the car. It was the first time for him to shoot someone. Although he hunted frequently due to his status as a slave owner, he was decisive in shooting. However, the tension of killing still enveloped him, because these were two lives after all.

At this time, Alice Roosevelt came out of her shock and asked with some fear, "What should we do now? Should we turn ourselves in immediately?"

"Surrender? Are you crazy? Your father is the president, and now is the election period. If this matter gets out, your father will no longer be president. I don't care what your relationship with your father is like, it is true that you are his daughter. If the citizens find out, he will definitely lose this election." Sheffield said word by word with a cold face.

Suddenly, the slave owner had an idea. If this gets out, won't the Democrats win? But then he thought again, the victory must be fair and square. Besides, Sheffield can't sacrifice himself for the victory of the Democrats. He can be the Democratic Party's financial sponsor, but he can't be the Democratic Party's cannon fodder. It would be better if he wasn't there.

However, Sheffield's words reminded Alice Roosevelt. The woman looked at the slave owner with gratitude, but what to do?

What to do about this is a good question, and the answer is that Sheffield doesn't know what to do! The sound of a car engine came, and Sheffield, who had good eyesight, saw the red and blue logo. This was the logo of his bodyguard team's car. The red and blue colors represented the flag of the Confederate States of America.

"Boss, what happened to you?" Even from a distance, the bodyguards in the convoy saw the two bodies on the ground. Jesla waited until the car stopped, pushed the door open and jumped down, then came over to ask about the boss's safety.

"You guys are finally here!" Sheffield felt relieved at this time, and then he felt dizzy. This was caused by the relaxation of tension. He briefly explained the whole story and said self-deprecatingly, "In all these years, this is the only time I was away from home and didn't let you guys in my sight, and this happened. This probability is really surprising."

"It's our fault!" Jesla looked at the two bodies and waved his hand, "You guys clean up this place. It's not the first time you've done this. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

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Then he turned his attention to the only outsider, Alice Roosevelt, and wondered what kind of advice he could give.

"Miss Alice, you may have to stay in St. Louis for a few days. I need to deal with this matter. You and I are both public figures. You are the president's daughter, and I am the chairman of the United States Olympic Committee." Sheffield said solemnly, "Although we have reason to believe that these two people are committing crimes, it is not excessive to be cautious because of their identities and the sensitive period."

"I'll listen to you!" Alice Roosevelt had no opinion of her own and her mind was in a mess. She nodded to whatever the slave owner suggested. The blood on her body made her feel nauseous for no reason and she began to dry heave.

The motorcade started, and Alice Roosevelt's car was naturally towed away, and Jessla left the body to destroy it, which once again contributed to the already low crime-solving rate of the United States police department.

Because of their common presence at the crime scene, Alice Roosevelt, at least for the time being, was not suitable to be too far away from Sheffield and could only be honest during the election.

Then I saw Sheffield, who was usually on the phone with various forces supporting the Democratic Party's election. As the president's daughter, Alice Roosevelt naturally knew that her father had a good chance of winning, but she didn't know to what extent.

Unexpectedly, as the daughter of the president, she is now in the center of the enemy camp, watching the important supporters of the opponent's election deploying troops and deploying propaganda. If she returns to President Roosevelt now, she will be able to let her father know everything about the Democratic Party.

"In fact, as long as you leak the matter, you will be innocent with your power. And because I am the president's daughter, I will definitely affect my father's election." Alice Roosevelt saw Sheffield put down the phone. She didn't know what he was thinking, but he said this inexplicably.

"If I win, I have to win fairly," Sheffield said calmly, "I don't need to use women to win."

He is a man who dares to act and take responsibility! Alice Roosevelt's eyes flashed with approval, not realizing that the slave owner was actually trying to protect himself, and that the financiers should do what the financiers do, and not be cannon fodder.

(End of this chapter)