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On the night of May 3, private detective Leonard suddenly received a call, which was the private mobile phone number of Congressman Garros. Leonard remembered this person. He had covered up the scandal of having an affair with his secretary for him, and he didn't know what trouble he had gotten into this time. "Is it... Leonard?" The voice coming from the other end of the phone was a mixture of panic and anxiety, accompanied by heavy breathing. "Yes, Mr. Congressman, how is the election?" Leonard deliberately asked in a relaxed tone. "We don't have time to chat. Come to Room 1104 of the Sheraton Hotel now. Don't let anyone see you."
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