Chicago 1990

"How much do they have to pay?"

Sloan asked Hamlin as he looked at the insurance company employee who was walking away and talking on his cell phone.

There are countless reporters outside and countless police officers inside. This public hospital can no longer take care of the trivial matters of using mobile phones. They even have to ask ambulances to take patients to other nearby hospitals.

"Depending on the situation, APLUS often faints and is an African-American hip-hop singer. The amount of insurance coverage for personal accidents is not high, but you know, CNA also underwrites many of his performance contracts. A vicious case makes the contract impossible to perform. Even if the compensation is paid, the amount will not be too high. The insurance company can file a lawsuit with us and the project loss party before negotiating a settlement. But if APLUS is unfortunate this time..."

Hamlin did not disclose specific figures: "Just this year's 32 global tour contracts with Anshutz, CNA will lose tens of millions, as well as the promotion mission of football stunners and blade fighters, and the signing of Geffen Records. The sky-high-priced singer's appointment... must add up to hundreds of millions."

"It's not that they don't know that APLUS is at risk of being assassinated, and they should have done everything they could to help us eliminate it." Sloan complained: "Now they know that they have a heart attack?"

"We've been talking, but believe it or not, it's another matter if you can't do it."

Hamlin said seriously: "So much money has to be compensated, and they will also investigate the case independently through private investigators and other channels. Maybe they still hope to shirk responsibility. Have you read the news? Some media say the cause of the gun battle. It’s because of the land transaction dispute between us and the local farmers. If the person who fired the gun first was us, the nature would be very different. For the sake of more than 100 million rice knives, don’t think they dare to do it..."

At the same time, the Governor's Office of Springfield City.

"Is it really made by three white men riding a horse? Are you sure? You saw it with your own eyes?"

Peter Flock was talking on the phone with Kozko who was still in shock. After getting the affirmative answer, he scolded angrily, waved the antique bronze cannon on the table to the ground, then rubbed his brows and sighed deeply, "To APLUS Use the classic 3K party execution method? This will make Chicago and even the whole country of African descent riot again... Forget it, you can rest, as long as people are fine."

Putting down the phone, "What should we do now?" He asked his chief of staff and legal counsel.

"Did Kozko use any tactics against those cowboys? Leading to..."

Chief of Staff Eli knew well the businessman's close friend of the lord.

"Kozko can never stay out of the land disputes," the black legal counsel reminded.

"I know that it is impossible and unnecessary for APLUS to force the local farmers and herdsmen to use guns. I have reminded Kozko not to use the old tricks..."

What Peter said was not sure in his heart. He called the Chief of the Chicago Police Department who had arrived at the hospital.

"The APLUS people's confessions are not consistent in this regard. Some say that the three cowboys have met APLUS at least once and twice before, and some say that today's three killers are not the same as the local cowboys who used to graze there before. A group of people."

The director reported: "But there will be results soon. A cowboy gunman died at the scene. Our people are comparing photos with locals."

"Drag-net search, with all available police forces, we must catch the two gunmen who escaped." Peter said: "Also, police forces should be deployed in the urban area to guard against African-American disturbances, especially in Nancheng."

"Yes! Mr. Governor."

"Alicia." She called her wife again, "Have you been to the hospital? Well, call me back as soon as you understand the specifics... well."

"Underwood called." Eli handed over the phone.

"I heard that the gunman was a white man riding a horse..." Underwood said at the start.

"Your message is correct." Peter replied.

Underwood was silent on the phone for a while, "Because of the land dispute?"

"There is no survey conclusion for this, but it is highly likely not.

"The one holding APLUS, I will let Claire come back first..."

Underwood and Peter had a brief conversation and returned the phone to Doug, his chief of staff.

"Peter Flock will go to the crime scene tomorrow to attend the groundbreaking ceremony. Today, APLUS is going to inspect the preparations... Peter's real estate agent friends are also there.

Doug reminded.

"Now everyone is at the stage of mutual suspicion. Wait until more information is available before judging." Underwood was noncommittal. "Check my schedule to see if I can push away some affairs. Before the inauguration ceremony of the chief executive on the 20th. Take a day to return to Chicago."

"I'll try it, it's difficult." Doug nodded, "CNA Chairman has called you several times."

"Tell him that I will call you back when I figure out the situation." Underwood doesn't want to make a deal with the other party for the time being.

"Mr. Underwood, please come in..."

The two were outside the office of Deputy Commander Gore at this time, and the other subordinate came out to invite.

Gore asked briefly about the situation and said: "The chief does not want to see the situation in 1992 before the inauguration ceremony. He has already greeted the mayors of dangerous cities, the FBI and..." Halfway through, He suddenly raised his volume impatiently, "Riding a horse? Seriously? Holyshxt!" Finally, he cursed.

"It's pretty sure over Chicago."

Underwood smiled bitterly. It’s common for whites to kill black people. It’s a rare thing to kill black people on horseback. It will remind black people of the tragic memories of the raging 3K party. The local cowboys are passionate about killing people, and the KKK is not crazy enough to face the bullet rain of so many bodyguards from APLUS."

"Isn't APLUS just getting a good gospel song with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra? My pastor is full of praise."

Gore sighed.

"Jesse Helms still on vacation at home in North Carolina?"

"No, it's unlikely..."

At the same time, in New York, the Mayor’s Office, Giuliani is watching FoxNews from a helicopter perspective. The Chicago City Police, the Cook County Police and the Illinois State Police and other officers in various uniforms are scattered everywhere. Looking for clues and taking photos, police dogs were also dispatched, and the FBI field agents with the bold words FBI just arrived.

At present, the police have not developed the conference, and there is very little intelligence. FoxNews only made a brief short news, and the frontline reporters introduced the basic situation online.

"Remember what you promised me? Howard." He asked Howard Stringer on the other end of the phone.

"It's not sure yet, I'm asking." Howard Stringer replied.

"Wow... keep working hard."

He hung up the phone with sarcasm, feeling much more relaxed than the donkey gang, "You go to the police station to meet the two singers in Brooklyn." He ordered a trusted prosecutor.

"I'm going? Isn't it right?" The prosecutor hesitated.

"Just go in person, soothing or intimidating, try to stabilize them."

"Ok."

In a police station in Brooklyn, Jazzy and Damon Dash were locked up in an interrogation room. The two men who were brought in by police officers on the grounds of assisting in the investigation of the pin case looked around irritably, "We have the right to talk to lawyers Call! Anyone? Everyone is M-fxxk dead!?" Damon Dash kept yelling outside the door, venting his emotions.

No one cares at all, the two have been sitting since they entered the door until now.

After waiting for a long time, the door was finally opened, and a white prosecutor walked in, "Hello, introduce yourself." The prosecutor extended his hand.

"We don't answer any questions without a lawyer." Damon Dash refused to shake hands.

"APLUS was shot in Chicago." The prosecutor went straight in. "Just before you came in."

"He's dead?" Damon Dash looked at Jazzy in surprise.

"No, it's being rescued. The situation is similar to that of 2PAC." The prosecutor answered.

"I haven't heard." Jazzy said alertly.

"Because we are a bit more informed than you two, let's put it this way, we don't want something to happen in New York, so... sorry, used some impolite means, I know you have a lot of energy in Brooklyn." The prosecutor said: " No derogation."

"You won't be able to hold us for long, twenty-four hours? That's the most, and I will contact a lawyer soon. This is our right!" Damon Dash said angrily: "We can afford the bail."

"If you don't mention the conditions, maybe we can make a deal." The prosecutor smiled: "There are not many opportunities like this... For example, to eliminate some criminal records for you?"

"I've long since stopped talking, and the jail I should go to is already over." Jazzy answered.

"Really? Then we can change our approach and sincerely help you clarify, saying that the gangster elements you sing in your song are just artistic processing. You are our model citizen, a good baby in Brooklyn."

The prosecutor continued to smile: "Can this be done? Jazzy?"

Jazzy wiped his hands on his face when he heard the words, and looked at Damon Dash beside him.

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