Chicago 1990

Things were not as common as Al said. The two dared not stick their heads out of the window. They didn't want to be the hapless stray bullets that were on the news. They just leaned on the window and looked carefully.

A few minutes after the shooting, several police cars drove over. The uniformed police officers began to pull up the security tape at the alleys of the sales point. The two paparazzi who had harassed Song Ya just downstairs were also stopped by the police officers to take notes.

After talking a few words with uniformed police officers, four white men in plain clothes rushed straight into the building where the recording studio was located.

"The people from GD ran into our building?"

Song Ya felt a little bit in his heart, he didn't want to take in any'owner', "Go and close the outside door." He said to Al.

Al, who was going to close the door, retreated back after a short while, with his hands raised up and a gun pointed at his forehead.

"Police!"

The man with the gun held a police officer's shield badge in his other hand, "All lean against the wall! Hold your head in your hands!" He shouted, "We suspect that a drug dealer is hiding here!"

"Hey! You can't just enter the private realm. Where's the search warrant!?" Dile walked out of the recording studio to protest.

"Shut up!" He was pressed against the wall by a strong bald white man, "Let you lean against the wall! Didn't you hear!?"

"You are entering illegally, our lawyer is upstairs, hey! Big A! Go call Goodman!" Dila saw the big A and his little brother who was walking suspiciously from next door to see the bustle, and quickly shouted Tao.

Big A was very clever, turned around and ran out, but unfortunately he didn't make it. He was forced back with two guns from the two guarding the corridor.

Song Ya leaned her back against the wall, put her head in her hands, and calmly counted, 1, 2, 3, 4. The four white men who broke in should be the four plainclothes who rushed into the building just now.

Big A and his little brother were also driven into the A+ record, the last plainclothes closed the door and locked.

"It seems something is not quite right, APLUS!" Big A shouted, holding his head, not to mention his old world, even Song Ya could see that something was wrong. This is a police officer, it is simply a robber.

"You're APLUS?" The bald man seemed to be the leader of the foursome. He drove everyone to a wall and asked them to stand facing the wall with their heads, and then walked to Song Ya, "We suspect that a drug dealer is hiding. After entering here, please cooperate with the investigation!"

"You are entering illegally, wait to receive my lawyer's complaint!" Song Ya put his hands on the back of his head and looked at him coldly.

"I'm waiting." The brawny bald man didn't care, "Sean, look at people! You two, search this place!" His opponent ordered.

One of the two men rushed into the control room and recording studio, and the other rushed into Song Ya's office, and began to dump cabinets.

"Hey! Don't move the record player! There is our master tape in it!"

Diley yelled uneasy, and was hit by the butt of a gun on the back of the plainclothes named Sean, "Quiet! Can't understand English!?"

"I will sue you! Waiting for the lawsuit to be unemployed!" Dilay roared.

"Don't..." The big A finally slapped it, "Don't mess with them Dile...They are the stormtroopers."

"Just know, Nger." Shaun blurted out the discriminatory language, without the caution of public servants.

Big A sipped to the ground.

Sean directly gave him a gun butt on the back of his neck, which was much harder than treating Dilei. The big A was hit by the heavy blow and fell to his knees, groaning in pain.

Song Ya had heard of the stormtrooper in the mouth of Big A. This is the name of all the gangs in Chicago's anti-drug and anti-organized crime special operations team.

The group of guys in front of them are on the front line fighting against drugs and gang crimes. After the tragic casualties of acting in accordance with the rules in the initial stage, their behavior style is getting more and more extreme, and the quality of their players is getting worse and worse.What stuffed'gift (drugs)' to plant stolen goods, eat illicitly, half-grab and half-rob, swallow the loot, and even unite with certain gangs who are'intellectual' to pull sideways in gang wars,

Because their team members are all white, and they are so lawless, all kinds of racial discrimination are indispensable. Even the gangs use the nickname derived from the NZAI stormtrooper to describe them, which shows their brutality and deterrence.

"Clear!" The people who searched the recording studio came out and reported, "It's so fucking clean, the music player didn't even find the'cigarette (leaf)'."

"Clear..."

Another person came out of Song Ya's office, "There is only a safe that cannot be opened."

"Search!" The brawny bald man searched Song Ya up and down first, then pushed him into the office and locked it again.

Faced with this person alone, his neck is thicker than his head, and the whole person is like a wild boar who seems to be a brawny man who is always ready to rush over and hit people. Song Ya has no bottom in his heart. The other party regards the law so infallibly, can he really be assured?Now I am a person who can talk and laugh with federal lawmakers and the wife of the Cook County State Attorney. Even if the other party stuffs a'gift', the court will continue to attack and defend for several years. During this time, I have the means to retaliate through higher-ups.

"Open the safe."

"Give me your ID." Song Ya glanced at the messy office, suppressed his anger, and said calmly to the other party.

The brawny bald man smiled, took out his ID from his arms, opened it and shook it before his eyes,'Detective Vic McGee, Captain of the Special Operations Squad Against Drugs and Organized Crime, Chicago Police Department', "Big Star Really? Want revenge? Don't worry, you won't. Open the safe! Quick!"

He put the ID back, and pulled the pistol to protect it.

Song Ya had to take out the key and opened his safe.

There was nothing in it, just a few rolls of cash, about three or four thousand dollars, a notebook that he used often, and valuables such as a gold watch given by Old Joe.

Vic McGee took apart the rubber band of the coin, and put his nose on the ticket and took a deep breath. It should be sniffing the smell of drugs.

"Is it really clean?" He didn't smell anything, and threw the money on the boss's desk, sitting in Song Ya's chair carelessly, and began to read the notepad carefully.

Song Ya couldn't understand this move. What was the other party looking for?

He took this opportunity to look around the office, and sure enough, his books, as well as the resumes of the singers, all had traces of being turned over, and the paper was scattered all over the floor.

"They are definitely not here to chase drug dealers." He thought to himself, "If it is for GD's opponent, they should give me a'gift' and plant it."

He looked at each other's appearance carefully again. White, blue eyes, Vic McGee... "Huh?" A girl suddenly appeared in his mind, Vic McGee and Cathy McGee, all with blue eyes. OMG!This is not the father who came to avenge the woman!Hey!You are playing too much!?

'Snapped.'The notepad was also thrown on the table by the opponent. Vic McGee played the photo of Song Ya and Senator Underwood in the frame, "Broad friends, ah?"

"It's good if you know, I know many big people." Song Ya tried to calm him down.

"Hmph..." Vic McGee smiled disdainfully, and stood up. He was about half a head shorter than Song Ya, so he could only look up at Song Ya. "The big guys are not the ones you can make friends with. of……"

Song Ya stared into his eyes as if he understood something.

"But this time you kid passed." Vic McGee retracted the gun. "Peter greets you."

Peter, that’s Peter Flock, Cook County State Attorney, Alicia Flock’s husband, that's how...

"Also, I'm very satisfied with your refusal to Cassidy. Keep going and watch your black X, as far as possible from my daughter."

Vic McGee picked up the cash on the table and shook it towards Song Ya.

"You take it." Song Ya saw through the other's thoughts.

Vick McGee grinned open and took the cash into his pocket. "Receive the team!" He left the office and walked away swaggeringly with the three players.

"I'll call Goodman!" Dile rushed to the phone and picked up the handset.

"Forget it." Song Ya pressed the earpiece to stop him from dialing, "That's it." He said to Al, "Take big A to the hospital for a look. Don't tell anyone about it."

"WTF!?" Big A's younger brother was unhappy.

"I know, I know..." Big A struggled to get up, "I'm fine, just take a rest, we can't afford the stormtroopers, or according to APLUS, just as nothing happened..."