Chicago 1990

"Chicago 1990 ()"

Tony threw the bouquet in his hand in front of Mavota's tombstone, and then pushed the muffler of the broken leg bodyguard's wheelchair, and Song Ya's wheelchair was pushed behind by Old Mike himself.

This is the first time since waking up. When he was staring at the tombstone with the bouquet, the muffler next to him sucked his nose and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Those useless law enforcement agencies, there is only one gunman left, and they haven't caught it yet!" Tony yelled bitterly.

"I need to be quiet, Tony... Go over there first."

Mavota is very honest and never accompanies Tony out, but Song Ya knows they get along well before, suppresses the sadness in his heart, and sends Tony and the others away.

Only old Mike stayed with him in front of the tombstone.

"Oh!" Song Ya sighed, and threw the bouquet to the tombstone of Mavota, "I should be more vigilant at the time, Mike."

"Can you recall the situation?"

Old Mike was very careful not to mention to himself the situation on the day of the shooting. The old man squatted down and tidy the bouquet.

"of course."

Song Ya gave an affirmative answer, paused, and said, "Mike, you have been spending money too fast recently."

"..."

Old Mike was a little speechless, "I thought you missed Mavota in your head."

"One thing, I guess you're still tracking the whole thing, right?" Song Ya asked.

"Too many doubts..."

Old Mike said: "The driver in Beverly Hills got a plea agreement and changed his name and changed his surname. His direct messenger, Anthony Pelicano, died of a strange cause. I tried to get his autopsy report... The local police in Los Angeles closed the case hastily."

"Also, one of the dead gunners, McTorley, had his face smashed by the FBI, but he was the most critical figure among the four gunmen, the brain, the planner and director of action, but he ran The simple-minded Trevor is indeed lost? McTorry is not even of Italian origin. He only knows a captain of the Mafia Colombo family, a middle-level officer."

"Giuliani took this opportunity to wipe out the Colombo family."

"The FBI's performance in the whole incident was also a bit weird. They came later than the local police, but they rushed to the place where the gunman escaped and hid the fastest..."

"Maybe I should take a good look at Motura... but at the time... I didn't think so much."

"That's the problem Mike, if there is a bigger conspiracy behind the shooting that day, you will put me in a dangerous situation again if you continue to investigate it like this."

Song Ya interrupted the old man's chatter, "The Los Angeles prosecutor, Giuliani, FBI... or the people behind Motula, none of them would like to be approached to the truth by you."

"Don't you want to find out the truth?" Old Mike asked back, "Aren't you afraid that they will continue to attack you?"

"At least not now. Let's make a promise Mike, before catching or killing Trevor, you should stop doing so hard in other directions. If there is a big conspiracy behind the scenes, the private investigators you paid for can't keep it safe. secret."

Song Ya said lightly: "As for whether you will continue to do it to me... If it is for the previous..."

He turned his head and looked around, confirming that no one would hear the conversation and said, "Even if I had six bullet holes and five months of coma for the FBI detective...and other murders. Blood tax, I’m not a good person in the strict sense, and I don’t think I’m completely innocent, Mike, you know very well. As for whether those people will think that the two clearings will spare me or continue to kill me, I will accept it. I There can be no more enemies for the time being, and your continued investigation will make those people feel insecure and even regain murderous intentions."

"Don't worry, I won't let them notice." Old Mike said, "I want to avenge you and Marvota. Don't your politicians and friends want to catch the inner ghost?"

"You are not an omniscient and almighty person who will never go wrong, Mike,

Song Ya looked at Sloan walking in the distance, "Sloan taught me this paragraph, but you must promise me, Mike."

"Okay, I promise you." Old Mike was persuaded. "But this is only temporary. You promise me too?"

"of course."

"Ugh!"

Sloan, who didn't hear the conversation between the two, also dropped the bouquet in his hand and sighed at Mavota's tombstone for a while, "You don't know that your blood was flowing out that day... it's so scary. Forget it. Forget it, don't mention this."

"Should I leave for the court?" Song Ya asked.

"Yes."

Sloan said: "Also, we have basically negotiated with Goodman and Hamlin. If there is no accident, Hamlin will return to the United States within a few days, pay back a portion of the money, and surrender as a tainted witness."

"Where did he come back from?"

"I don't know, he might even regret it now."

"Wow, I seem to be waiting for today's trial to end."

Song Ya laughed instead.

"Shall we go?" Sloan took over the old Mike and pushed the wheelchair to the distant convoy.

"Well, Tony, we are leaving!" Song Ya called Tony, and then looked back at the tombstone deeply.

At this time in Mexico, Hamlin had put on his makeup, stuffed the long-distance ticket into the inner pocket of his suit, carefully poked his head out of the window of a broken hotel in a small town, stared at the public telephone booth on the street downstairs, and rushed from here. The nearest Mimo border takes more than ten hours. He is not in a hurry, and is still waiting for a miracle.

"The Mexican financial crisis in 1994, the Mexican financial crisis in 1994..."

New York, Carl Icahn’s office opened the door and walked in with his own belief, “Shu Ross is really in the limelight now! Boss, he took a hedge fund to attack Thailand in a big way, and repeatedly built momentum in the country to prevent the government from repeating the 1994 rescue. In the past of Mexico’s financial crisis in 2016, money was given to save our allies in Southeast Asia."

"Ok."

Carl Icahn is also watching related news, “The book’s large-scale divestment from Southeast Asia in order to save the domestic finances has given Kroos an opportunity. How about the bankruptcy crisis of Hokkaido Takushoshu Bank?

"See if the government can save it."

The cronies replied: "Wall Street hot money is all doing with Hunter Rose, and many people are laughing at you, saying that you are addicted to fighting the mud war with that kid from APLUS."

"Is he a kid? Ha ha..."

Karl Icahn was not angry, "I have to hold Marvel, no matter what others say."

"Perelman and the deputy commander Gore are at odds. APLUS will not risk going against Gore and cooperate with Perelman. I personally think it will never. He is just letting go. Have not reached any substantive agreement." The cronies reminded.

"In any case, wait until today to make a decision, and don't let other people disturb me." Karl Icahn sent him out, then picked up the remote control to switch channels, "Damn it, it's all the former princess of England, the former princess of England... …"

The U.S. media has been eating melons from the former princess of the United Kingdom for a long time. It has been spreading all kinds of conspiracy theories. Most of them are negative to the British royal family. Some activists even publicly call for the British royal family to'step down'. The media industry and Hollywood like it There are not many in that family.

The news that Song Ya entered the South City Federal Court of Chicago surrounded by dream lawyers can hardly be found in the national media. There have been two trials before this case. Most media who don't know the truth think this time is no different from before.

"I told you not to come."

Mariah Carey appeared behind the dock with Little Rega in her arms. After that transfer, she and Aunt Susie's relationship had not recovered. They sat a bit far away. Song Ya held the wheelchair armrest with one hand and stood up to tease her. The one-year-old son said, "Wow, he grows so fast, he looks more and more like me."

"Hmph, they said bringing the kids to help stimulate the jury's sympathy." The ex-wife showed off the newly learned knowledge.

"Maybe, thank you anyway." He felt the sidelines of the audience sitting full, and there were actually some familiar faces inside, such as the deputy commander of Gore, and a lawyer assistant of John Liu. He did not follow him. These people make eye contact.

"Cough cough." Cochrane coughed beside him.

Song Ya looked back and saw the judge staring at him as he was walking towards the bench, smiled at him, sat down, and touched the red ribbon on his chest by the way.

"It looks like you can stand up?" But this time the judge did not give any more speeches calling for HIV prevention.

"Uh... yes, but some assistance is needed, Your Honor."

Song Ya is trembling again...

"All stand up!" The bailiff has been signaled by the judge.

Song Ya closed her mouth and stood up with the help of Cochrane, standing crookedly.

"The trial has begun." Sunnyvale, Dile also waited for the call in the office. Due to long-term nervousness and insomnia, he is now very emotionally irritable, and he has not found relevant news after changing several channels.

'A well-known producer of the baseball program of CBS Sports has just voluntarily resigned. It is generally believed that it is related to the anti-discrimination class action initiated by Cochrane. There is evidence that he had treated an African-American woman eight years ago... CBS is the fourth media person to resign or be fired because of the allegations.'

But he stayed on this newsletter for a while, and couldn't help becoming more nervous, "Guilty! Guilty! Convicted!" Suddenly, a man madly shouted in the office, praying, "Guilty! God proves him guilty!"

"Mr. General Manager."

The trial lasted for half an hour. The former General Manager of the Barn Fluorescent Agent Factory sat on the witness stand. After swearing by the Bible, he first accepted the prosecution’s interrogation, “In fact, you only need to answer one question. Who gave the order to let Chinese companies take away some technical materials that are not within the scope of the transaction?"

The general manager and Song Ya looked at each other, hesitated and moved their fingers over.

"It's APLUS, which is Mr. Alexander Song, right?" Childs asked.

"Yes."

"Please describe the situation accurately, do you remember?"

"remember."

"Then please retell the content of your conversation to the jury."

"Uh... he, APLUS was very angry at the time, and yelled at me angrily, saying: "Money! I want to see the money as soon as possible! Understand? Let the ship leave the port quickly, don't drag me! Uh... I omitted some in the middle. bad language."

"No problem, what's next? Did you explain to him the sensitivity of these technical information?"

"explained."

"How did he respond to you?"

"He said that the factory belongs to him, and he has the final say." He deliberately ignored some things, such as the content of the conversation involving the former chief.

"Then you just follow orders?"

"He is the boss."

"OK, my question is over, Your Honor." Childs smiled and glanced at this side, then went back and sat down.

"The defense lawyer."

Interrogator Will Gardner buttoned his suit and walked to the general manager, "Do you know the age of APLUS at that time?"

"of course."

"How old was he."

"Seventeen or eighteen years old."

"Ha! Please note to the jury. At that time, APLUS was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old African-American hip-hop singer who had just become famous. Our general manager has been in charge of the company for many years and is a well-known scientist in the industry. Am I right? "Will asked.

"Yes." The general manager nodded.

"How do you usually communicate with him at work? He doesn't understand the chemical industry, right? He was just a high school student at the time!"

"Uh, just try to make things simpler, APLUS is very smart, he can understand."

"such as?"

"Uh, for example, we can directly demonstrate the practical effects of fluorescent agents and let him see our products with his own eyes..."

"I don't even hesitate to lie, is it misleading?"

"what?"

"You lied to him and misled an African-American high school student, your boss, in order to achieve your own personal goals." Will said.

"I am against your Honor!" Childs called. "He is really slandering the witness and misleading the jury members."

"The objection is valid, please pay attention to the wording of the defense lawyer."

"I will." Will apologize, "Let's change the way of thinking. Let me give an example, Mr. General Manager, do you remember one time when the fluorescent agent products of your factory were questioned by the paper as harmful to the human body. What did you say to APLUS?"

"Uh...please remind me? I don't remember well."

"Have you ever told him that the substance being questioned, a certain polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbon is only used as a catalyst in a chemical reaction, the content is very small, and at the beginning..."

"It reacted at the beginning. Yes, I said." The general manager admitted.

"You are lying! According to the testimony of our chemical expert witnesses, the catalyst will not be reacted at all, and the total amount of substances before and after is unchanged!"

"Uh, I just use colloquial expressions to make the laymen as understandable as possible." The general manager replied.

"You are lying again! That kind of polynuclear aromatic hydrocarbon is not a catalyst at all, he is actually a sensitizer!" Will held the witness stand with both hands and looked directly at him for pressure.

"No! Your Honor!" Childs shouted again, "It is both slander and has nothing to do with this case."

"I have the testimony of an expert witness to corroborate what I just said." Will presented the document to the judge. "The behavior of the witness proves that he has been using management and chemical expertise to mislead my client from beginning to end! Of course and This case is related!"

"The objection is invalid. The witness is obliged to explain the matter clearly." The judge ruled after reading it.

"Uh... the difference between a sensitizer and a catalyst is too complicated to elaborate, and it is more difficult for non-professionals to understand what a sensitizer is..."

"So you admit that you are lying and misleading APLUS?"

"I just made it out of goodwill. This explanation can save a lot of tongue. APLUS probably understands a little bit about the principle of catalyst, which is already very rare..."

"Is it really out of goodwill? I have a piece of evidence here. You once suggested that APLUS recruit more than 30 workers during the company's operation, right?"

"Yes, there is such a thing."

"Did APLUS agree?"

"He didn't."

"Why didn't he agree?"

"Uh, it should be... he thinks it will lead to higher costs."

"Then why do you still suggest that he recruit these workers?"

"Production line, sales need..."

"Ha! Your Honor, fellow jurors, I have two testimonies from witnesses who accompanied Mr. General Manager to visit APLUS at that time. Please pay attention to what they heard from Mr. General Manager."

Will cocked his mouth and distributed the documents. "I'll ask again, what did you and your former colleagues say before you saw APLUS?"

"Uh..." The general manager wiped his sweat.

"Before you entered APLUS's home, you once said to your colleague: APLUS doesn't understand the chemical industry. He doesn't know whether the production line lacks people or how many people are lacking. After that time, you will follow me to fool him. Old Barn employees who were laid off before get them back. Right?"

The general manager looked at the signature of his former colleague on the document and said nothing.

"Answer me!" Will slammed the wood on the railing of the witness stand. "Should I say it all aloud from beginning to end?"

"Yes, I said." The general manager confessed with a gray face and bowed his head, "No, no need..."

The jurors, with more than half of the black population, made a stir.

"You are a habitual offender who deceived your boss for not understanding the chemical industry for personal purposes, not only this time! I have other evidence! You used APLUS's age and lack of professional knowledge to manipulate him! It has always been like this! Sold to a Chinese enterprise The technical data too! You exaggerated the storage cost to him, and used his fear of losing money to lure him to achieve your personal goals! That money was earned back by the not-so-famous APLUS business performances all over the country! African-American high school students who don’t know the chemical industry at all were stupidly tempted to buy your factory! You should be in the dock!"

Will pointed at him impassioned and gave a speech.

"Wow, Will, you are really tall in court."

After the court was closed at noon, Song Ya and the enthusiastic Tony, ex-wife and others high-five, and then compliment Will Gardner who successfully resolved the testimony of the general manager.

"Don't be happy too early. In the afternoon, Heinrich is not so troubled. He has a good personal image and credibility. He is a former military officer and is difficult to deal with. And you have to testify yourself in court to wake up the spirit of APLUS."

Will is not very optimistic, and Diane and Cochran also seriously reminded.

"APLUS! Wait a minute! Mr. General Manager now manages Dow's light stick production line, although he has been marginalized due to poor performance, and Heinrich..."

Cochrane found a chance to catch up from behind alone. "In the afternoon Will's argument may involve some sensitive parts, otherwise it would be difficult to refute Heinrich, but then we would be a bit foul." He was worried. "Politicians..."

"Haha, did we foul?" Song Ya and Sloan looked at each other, and they smiled tacitly.

'Ring Ling Ling.'

The public telephone booth outside the hotel rang suddenly, and Hamlin ran down to pick it up, "Oh, oh...I see, help me that afternoon... Well, I'll notify you of the new number at four o'clock. Yes, wait a minute. , I definitely can't go back today, tomorrow...or watch it again."

He touched the fake Mexican-style beard and went back to the room preoccupiedly, then picked up the old travel bag and transferred it.

"Mr. Doug, the prosecutor is free, please follow me."

In New York, due to the severe crackdown on financial crimes, the Manhattan District Attorney Spitzer's office, known as the Wall Street Sheriff, the female secretary went out to invite colleagues from the Donkey Party sitting on the bench in the corridor waiting area, and Doug, the chief of staff in the House Party Whip Office.

"Not for now." Doug put down the phone in his ear.

"What?" The female secretary was a little puzzled.

"I mean I will see him at a more appropriate time, so I can wait here for now," Doug said.

"But in the afternoon I don't know if Mr. Prosecutor has time..."

"He will." Doug forced an ugly smile at her.

"wack!"

The female secretary walked away and looked back at Doug, who was lonely, with his legs close together, and did not say a word like a robot, who had been holding a briefcase on the bench for a long time. He took out a sandwich from the bag, Gu Zi chewed slowly without being left alone.

"Rout! Mr. General Manager is rout!"

Carl Icahn, who is also in Manhattan, also received a call. He touched his forehead in thought.

"idiot!"

Sunnyvale’s Dile smashed a landline. “It used to be stupid. If it weren’t for the fluorescent party we invented to expand the market, this guy would have been laid off to screw the production line!”

"Afternoon, afternoon! God bless! God bless!" He began to cry madly and pray again.

"No, no, something is wrong, there is a problem, there must be a problem in it! What's wrong..."

After Carl Icahn's long test, he suddenly got excited. He muttered to himself, picked up the microphone, dialed, "Don't wait for the afternoon, say hello to the middleman, forget it, the action is aborted. Then... Contact APLUS, I am willing Reconcile with him, as soon as possible, give practical action today!"

"APLUS!"

Song Ya, who was waiting for the court session with relatives and ex-wife in the afternoon, heard Di An's surprise voice from afar, "Heinrich's lawyer suddenly withdrew his testimony, and he will not show up in the afternoon!"

"Oh, I get it. Hey..."

Song Ya said flatly, and continued to hold and giggle Xiao Leijia fiercely, rubbing his son's face with stubble.