Chicago 1990

January 19, 1997.

Tomorrow will be the inauguration ceremony of the Grand Commander. On the 20th, the tradition will be overwhelming. The Grand Commander will give a speech and will have a grand parade on Pennsylvania Avenue between the White House and the Capitol.

Since the news that Song Ya was shot and his life was dying, there have been minor disturbances. On the ninth day after his operation, that is, on the night of January 13, A+CN released the scenes. On the 14th, riots in various places suddenly occurred. Escalation, the ensuing turmoil on the 15th, 16th, and 17th, yesterday’s politicians in the'first-tier' cities have used violent means. For example, Peter Flock let the Illinois National Guard drive into downtown Chicago, plus Song The news of Ya’s departure from danger and the news of the transfer came out in due course, and the situation was quickly suppressed.

The black community also had enough trouble, and it was tired. Generally speaking, it did not cause the casualties, scale, and breadth of the 1992 Rodney King case. However, the appearance and shops of many cities still suffered huge losses, especially the “seismic” Chicago. In the TV station’s helicopter panoramic shooting, some urban areas were soaking up with smoke, as if the shocking picture of the ruined wall after the war was not lost to Los Angeles that year. Of course, the affected area was not as large as Los Angeles back then.

Mainly because of the division of the upper-class black elites everywhere. In 1992, the elephant party was in power, and in the general election year, blacks generally lived in urban areas. The politicians who supported were naturally donkey party. It's not burdensome.

Now it’s replaced by a donkey party without election pressure after winning...

After all, black people are the ticket warehouse of the Donkey Party. The upper-class elites are mostly influenced by the Donkey Party. It is understandable that they are afraid of it. If Gordon hadn't forcibly leaked the three-second video on his evening news, the whole place would have been calmer.

Gordon asked A+CN to play the scene almost frame by frame, marking the man in the black trench coat lying in the snow with the arrow of the word "APLUS", and the indistinguishable white gunman riding a horse high up and down. The muzzle lit up, as if the KKK was in execution.

After this scene was reproduced by other TV stations, the images that were slowly and repeatedly displayed in this scene were too exciting for all black people. Even if they support the donkey party in private, protesting on the streets is always necessary.

The black elephants are also more active this time. The former chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the four-star General Colin personally urged the law enforcement agencies to solve the case as soon as possible. Even the stance is more conservative than the constitutional fundamentals of the white people. The only black justice of the Supreme Court believes that'anything against Different treatment of races are all acts of discrimination prohibited by the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, even if the motives are well-intentioned' and'we should be wary of making racial policies self-righteous by a small number of elites','do not do anything to us, if blacks cannot stand on their own Get up, let him lie on his stomach!Clarence Thomas complained through his assistants.

"You are brave, Gordon."

The University of Chicago Medical Center on Maryland Avenue is very satisfied. The media revealed that APLUS family members insisted on transferring to the hospital. The top hospitals also need advertising effects. Song Ya can enjoy a specially customized intensive care unit here, which is quiet and easy to guard. It is big enough to hold a reception sofa, a coffee table, new TVs, and old-fashioned vinyl record players.

Gordon and Linda came to visit in the evening. Before leaving, Mike rarely took the initiative to hug Gordon and praised, "Next...Are there plans?" he asked.

"Uh, there are indeed many organizations that have sent invitations... I prefer the position of director of the National Association of Colored People, what do you think?"

Gordon asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, I'm white." Old Mike replied stiffly, narrowing his eyes.

"Haha!"

Gordon laughed heartily, glanced at APLUS on the hospital bed last, and sighed impenetrably, "Let's go, Linda." He comforted Linda who was sobbing again, "Let's go, Mike, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Watching the two black elites leave the ward with heavy steps, Old Mike sat back on the sofa and cut his newspaper alone.

Life is going on, the boy is in a coma for half a month,

The boy's "girlfriends" came over one after another, Mila, Charis... etc., crying, accompany, and muttering to himself to the boy who didn't respond, and finally could only say goodbye in frustration.

Amy and Halle also left Chicago to work on their own businesses.

Sloan began to travel around the country to help Litman Publishing to promote educational films.

Since the medical center is in the Hyde Park area, Aunt Susie and the others will go back to sleep at home not far away at night, and come back during the day. Xuelinfen, who lives in Highland Park, will bring the two children alone, so the frequency will be lower.

The scissors in Old Mike's hand hung in the air, his eyes on the newspaper, "The death toll in the APLUS shooting increased again, and the second seriously injured bodyguard was declared dead ten days later.The page of 'stayed for a long time, and Mavota finally passed away and passed away.

He cut the news blankly and kept it in his notebook.

"No...no appointment." The sound of the silencer sounded outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"It's me, Mike." It turned out that Mariah Carey came over.

"come in."

Old Mike opened the door and put Mariah Carey in holding Little Regga.

"Remind Miss Kelly, we only have three hours, Mike." Her agent Sandy Glen said outside the door: "I will be back in New York tomorrow for an announcement.

"OK."

Old Mike closed the door.

"Look, it's Dad."

Mariah Carey put the bouquet on the bedside table, and carefully hung her son over Song Ya's head. Little Rega's fat hand touched her father's short stubble, and then retracted.

"what did the doctor say?"

Mariah Carey asked, sucking her nose, holding back her tears.

"It's all useless idiots." Old Mike continued to play with his newspaper.

Mariah Carey looked at the old man, feeling that he would look up here for a while, quietly leaned down, pouted and kissed Song Ya’s lips, then observed for a while, "It seems that you are not the frog prince..." she Talk to yourself.

"What?" Old Mike didn't hear clearly, thinking he was talking to himself.

"Nothing, okay?" She wanted to put Little Rega on Song Ya's chest.

"Don't be like that, last time Susie made his stitched wound start to bleed again." Old Mike hurriedly stopped.

"Oh."

The unconscious patient was very boring. Mariah Carey stayed in the ward for more than two hours. Afterwards, she was mainly teasing her son to kill her time, and she said goodbye when Sandy Glen knocked on the door to remind her.

"Did you come by private jet? Miss Kelly." Old Mike asked suddenly.

"Well, the schedule is in a hurry..."

"Take me too. I just want to go to Tribeca to get some of his personal belongings and drop by." Mike helped his old waist to stand up.

Mariah Carey seemed to realize something. She looked at Old Mike blankly with a complicated expression. She tried to speak several times but her lips moved and finally didn't ask much, "OK, no problem." She agreed.

"Ok."

Old Mike simply packed up his things, "The silencer, I'll leave it to you for the time being, I'll be back soon, can I do it?" He asked the silencer that replaced Mavota.

The silencer nodded and beat his chest, because he was gone with Tony on the day of the shooting. He was very guilty and conquered old Mike with his performance these days.

"Well, at the door, no one will come in except Susie and the others."

Old Mike ordered a few words and followed Mariah Carey and Sandy Glenn in front.

The hospital late at night was very quiet, only the echo of Mariah Carey's high heels in the corridor.

A group of people got in the car and rushed to the airport.

"I didn't expect things to become like this..."

Mariah Carey suddenly said to the old Mike who was sitting in the co-pilot without end.

Old Mike didn't answer, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was the Gulfstream 4SP. Old Mike walked into the cabin he was very familiar with. He saw that the small table in front of Mariah Carey's exclusive seat was piled up with music, "This is your new song?" he asked.

"Ok."

"Butterfly, butterfly? A beautiful name... okay?" Old Mike picked one out and motioned to her.

"Please..."

The plane quickly rose into the night sky of Chicago.

When you truly love someone

He has become all of your life invisibly

It'

Therefore, it is easy to have a strong entanglement in the heart of fear of losing

I blindly thought I could

Imprison you under a glass bottle

NowIunderstandtoholdyou

Now I realized that I want to hold your heart tight

Imustopenupmyhand

I have to open my hands instead

Andwatchyourise

Let you fly

Old Mike habitually puts on his earplugs, listening to the lyrics gradually closing his eyes, making a slight snoring sound.

He didn't hear the cry of Little Rega, and dreamed that that day, the boy stood alone on the mound, and opened his arms like butterflies to the construction site in the distance. He knew the boy's professionalism very well, and he could probably appreciate it. When I was in a happy mood, the TV stations and record companies were getting bigger and bigger, and everything was flying to new heights. When all this was done, the boy was only 22 years old.

He rolled his eyes. He had seen the few horse-riding cowboys in the distance. They were farmers and herdsmen nearby. It is estimated that they were making the dream of oil popping up in what field...

He had met twice before, and he didn't care. When the gunfire sounded, it was too late.

He began to feel guilty again, unknowingly let go of his hand, and the manuscript floated gently to the ground.

"Come on, make me dead."

Mariah Carey got up and handed her son to the nanny. When she passed by the old Mike, she hesitated, picked up the paper on the ground and returned to her seat, and looked out the porthole blankly.

"Miss Kelly, go to sleep, otherwise it will be very hard when I go on stage tomorrow." The female assistant persuaded.

She shook her head, tears quietly streaming down.

Spreadyourwingsandpreparetofly

Flutter your wings and wait to fly

You have transformed into a beautiful butterfly

Flyabandonlyintothesun

Indulge in the morning sun

If fate brings you back to me

Then it proves that we are a perfect match

Sospreadyourwingsandfly

So flap your wings and fly

Butterfly

Flower butterfly

'In the new millennium, we have bright new prospects in human affairs. This moment will determine our direction and our character. For decades...'

On the twentieth, New York with the best scenery here, the city government successfully reached a tacit agreement with Jazzy and Damon Dash, and also suppressed the Inner City Broadcasting Company. They only missed Spike Lee, and the black man was called upon by the director. I still took to the streets, but the overall peace was far less intense than other cities under Giuliani's early warning.

In the Upper East Side, the TV in the room was showing the Chief Commander’s inauguration speech, but no one was in the mood to care. Motura smiled relaxedly and sat behind the boss’s desk, with his lawyer on the side, and two New York City police detectives opposite.

"Your only option now is to surrender."

The detective threatened: "The New York police have wiped out the Colombo family. Their two elders have long been imprisoned by Mayor Giuliani. One sentence is 136 years, and the other is a hundred years. They are over. The black hand behind you The party power is over, Tommy."

"This has nothing to do with my client. I mean that although there are rumors that Tommy has an affair with the Mafia, I swear that he is definitely a law-abiding city name, but he happens to be of Italian origin, nothing more." The lawyer replied .

"Don't pretend to be stupid, just look at this."

The detective threw a document on the table, "The driver in Beverly Hills has confessed you, Tommy Motula, you hired him through Anthony Pelicano, who was involved in monitoring APLUS at the time. Other small characters have also come to the case. In short, he has done all the tricks. You have also greeted the Colombo family through Anthony Pelicano and asked them to send their subordinates, McTownley, to gather people to go to Chicago to wait for an opportunity to perform the second assassination APLUS..."

"It's all framed. Anthony Pellicano is dead for unknown reasons... As for McTowny? The bank robber who was killed by the FBI at the motel? Could he still confess this to his soul?"

The lawyer clicked on the document with disdain, "It is full of loopholes. We don't accept fraud. The court is about evidence."

"Not accepting the transaction?" the detective asked.

"No, Tommy is innocent. It's ridiculous to surrender." The lawyer officially refused after getting the consent of Motula.

"Cut, the desire to survive is really strong." Another policeman lowered his head and mumbled.

"What?" The lawyer did not hear clearly.

"It's nothing, then we'll leave, and we will bring an arrest warrant next time we come." The two detectives were not too verbose, putting away the documents and standing up to leave.

"I will send them off." The lawyer followed out.

When they all left the room, Motura was instantly discouraged and slumped on the chair.

He first watched the inauguration ceremony for a while. People were already flocking around the leader and his wife on a parade in Pennsylvania. On the roadside, there were still rioters protesting graffiti that had not been cleaned up.

Washington DC also has a large proportion of black people. It is an iron vote area for black politicians and the Donkey Party. He thought that the black equal rights leader Jesse Jackson had been clamoring for a long time. The Donkey Party wanted Washington DC to become a state. This meant that the Donkey Party could be in the Senate. With two more seats, the House of Representatives also has input, and the Elephant Party is frantically resisting.

It was ridiculously political and boring. He began to switch channels and stopped at the MTV station where Mariah Carey sang a new song Live. He often watched alone with someone behind his back and put down the remote control, "Too little, too little to wear..." Sip the brandy while watching and complaining.

Ok?It seems too quiet outside?I got up to open the door, inside and out, the bodyguards in front of and behind the house suddenly didn't know where to go.

"Damn it!"

After looking for a circle, he cursed and opened the corner of the curtain. He saw the lawyers and detectives still standing outside the door talking, slightly relieved, strode back to the room and dialed a number.

"I received a notice. Starting today, Epic Records can no longer bear any expenses for your personal security." The person on the other end of the phone answered.

"At least say hello to me in advance!" he scolded.

"Sorry, Tommy, you know, I was just ordered to do something..."

"Forget it."

Motura hung up the phone impatiently, drank a sip of wine, and called Howard Stringer.

Suddenly feel a little dizzy?It may be caused by anxiety. No one answered, so he couldn't wait any longer. He dialed a phone number from a private security company he knew well.

'Click.'

The socket spring of the landline was suddenly pressed by a finger.

He looked up and saw a black face close at hand.

Unable to be shocked, he fell into the boss chair and said, "You...you..."

The door of the room was slowly closed, and another black man appeared behind the door.

"Ho..." He found that he had difficulty breathing, and his head was even more dizzy. "Ho ho...you..." His hand trembling and pointed to the brandy on the table.

The two black men in suits did not answer. One silently fiddled with the position of the documents on the desk, looked for the key to open the drawer for careful inspection, and the other put the wine glass with the wine into the small plastic pocket that he brought with him, and then took out the same new cup like a trick , Pour half a cup again.

"Tommy..."

Old Mike's white beard appeared from the shadows. He looked coldly at Motula, who was still twisting and struggling, and sat down opposite, calmly enjoying the scene.

"You...haha!"

Motula recognized him, APLUS's bodyguard, and understood everything. In fact, after receiving the suspicious death of Anthony Pelicano, why didn't he have a foreboding of this day?

He snickered with a voice that was almost hoarse, "You appear to me in person, asking for trouble!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I only trust my eyes."

Old Mike looked at the black people arranged by the two Underwood chiefs of staff, Doug, very mysterious, but judging from his skill and proficiency in doing such things, as well as his obviously well-educated speech and accent when talking before the action, It should come from a certain intelligence unit. I really shouldn't have left behind hidden dangers together, but...

It really doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

He just wanted to see the other person stop breathing in front of him with his own eyes, instead of making a deal with a big man, feigning death and then spending the rest of his life secretly and peacefully on a small island abroad.

A black man cleared the table, took out the bottle of sleeping pills, and unscrewed the cap.

Motura pinched her neck, breathed as much fresh air as she could, looking desperately at all this.

I don't know what was put in the wine just now, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his brain almost stopped working.

Feeling being pinched open by a rubber gloved hand.

In the last scene that came to mind, APLUS's bodyguard squinted his teeth, tightened his facial muscles, and nodded slightly with his gaze while staring at himself with special enjoyment.

"Turn... to APLUS, I'm... waiting for him in hell."

He tilted his head to one side, his hands hung weakly, swaying on the outside of the armrest of the seat.

Ihavelearnedthatbeauty

I realize beauty

Hastoflourishinthelight

It's in the sun to shine

Wildhorsesrideunbridled

Mustang Unbound

Ortheirspiritdies

Is the spirit of freedom

You gave me courage

TobeallthatIcan

Let me conquer everything

AndItrulyfeelyourheartwill

I sincerely believe in your heart

're

Will lead you back to my arms

When you are ready to stay for true love

Spreadyourwingsandpreparetofly

Flutter your wings and wait to fly

You have transformed into a beautiful butterfly