Chicago 1990

"I can't take care of too many people at that time."

Old Mike was talking, when the flashlight flashed from the front, he slammed the steering wheel, and the car flung its tail into the entrance of the underground parking lot. Song Ya saw a few motorcycles just stopped in front of him, and the paparazzi had not had time to get off. , But the camera in hand has begun to work frantically.

Tony, Muffler and others were guarding near the parking space. As soon as Old Mike's car stopped, they opened the back seat door, surrounded the two of them, and rushed into the elevator.

"The bastards in Harlem!" Tony saw the wooden thorn on Song Ya's back shoulders, his eyes flushed with anger, "I really want to shoot and kill them. They attacked Little Lori first, and then started to deal with you... ."

"Don't guess, Tony."

Song Ya knows that he cares about himself sincerely, but he can't let him think, "This matter today has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, I still feel that in this situation, my brother may be an unstable factor, "In this way, you will go back to Chicago immediately and help me bring a message to old Joe."

"I have to protect you by your side at this time!" Tony exclaimed.

"This matter is more important!"

The elevator stopped, "ii, you go in first." He sent the others away, "You go right away, and when you see Old Joe, I said I went to the nightclub to find Mariah Carey, and from Harlem. There is nothing to do with people, and, tell him I don’t have to worry about it. Remember?"

"Just a word?"

"Well, he will understand."

Song Ya is now most afraid of Kenneth’s misunderstanding that he and the bragging daddy will get together, and the gd kid who did it must know that he recognized him at the time, and he must convince Kenneth that he will not Help the police identify the suspect. If the kid can run away, "You go now, the cash is under the bed in my bedroom, you know."

"Then be careful, Alex."

Tony got the task and went to concentrate on it.

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the door. Taraji was already waiting at the door with a black doctor.

"No big problem." The doctor helped check the wounds on his back and legs. "Just treat it briefly, come here."

"Thank God." Taraji made a cross on his chest.

"Let Goodman, Hamlin, Hayden all come over."

Song Ya was helped by the doctor to sit down on the sofa, "And Yeremov and Eli, I need their public relations skills now."

"Already set off." Taraji turned up the volume on the TV. "Figi, there are many people who call to ask for safety, and I have all answered."

"Ok."

'Update the latest police news. At present, the Harlem nightclub shooting has caused three deaths on the spot and 22 people have been sent to hospital. This is already the 1,500 murders in New York this year. Eight months ago, New York has already occurred. The shooting...'

"Help him take off his clothes, raise his hand, aps." The doctor gave a shot next to the wooden thorn, and together with Taraji helped Song Ya take off his coat, "Lie down, face down." Then he started. Treat the wound.

"What's this?" Taraji pressed the bruise on Song Ya's back.

"hiss……"

Song Ya grinned with pain, "I was hit by a heavy object, is it okay?" There was no sensation in the wood thorn.

"It's okay." The doctor took off the wood spurs, put on a small headlamp used for surgery, and began to clean up the wound neatly.

"She's safe." Mariah Carey walked out of the study and sat beside Song Ya quietly watching the doctor operate.

"That's good, Miss Kelly also twisted her ankle." Song Ya said.

"Well, wait." The doctor was very focused, and everyone stopped talking.

A spokesperson for Sony Columbia Records confirmed that at the time of the shooting, APS and Miss Mariah Carey were indeed in the nightclub, but they had nothing to do with the shooting and have now returned home safely.'

The only thing left in the room was the announcement of the news anchor on the TV, and the ringing of the telephone ringing in Taraji’s hand, “According to the latest news, two wounded died in the hospital. The current death toll in the nightclub shooting in Harlem Has climbed to five people.Please wait, okay, our reporter just learned that Uptown Records has confirmed that one of the five deceased is a signed singer of Uptown Records, a member of the famous group jodeci, k-ci. We will continue to follow up the news in the follow-up news.'

"Oh! Goodness!" Mariah Carey looked at the picture of k-ci on the TV screen, covering her mouth in horror.

Song Ya buried her face in the sofa and gritted her teeth secretly.

"Okay." The doctor took out the bandage, "hands."

"I'll do it." Mariah Carey took the bandage before Taraji and carefully helped to bandage it.

The doctor gave her a surprised look, but didn't say anything, and began to press around the bruise on Song Ya's back to diagnose.

Taraji simply let go and concentrate on handling the calls from all kinds of people.

"A reporter set up a telephoto camera on the opposite high-rise building. I have locked the door of the rooftop. Please don't show up there for now."

Old Mike came over with a telescope.

"You take a break, too, old Mike has worked hard today." Song Ya said.

"I'll change my clothes." Old Mike picked up his coat and walked into his bedroom.

"It's okay." The doctor applied some medicine to the bruise and then wrote a prescription, "Take it on time." He handed the slip to Song Ya who was sitting up.

Some simple pain relief and internal and external use of anti-inflammatory drugs, Song Ya completely let go of her heart, "Thanks, there is also Miss Kelly..."

"I know, Miss Kelly, please put your feet..."

"Okay, wait, I'll be fine soon." Mariah Carey helped Song Ya bandage, tied a beautiful knot, and patted proudly, then raised her leg and put it on the sofa.

"Has nas called?"

Song Ya led Taraji to the study.

"Yeah." Taraji dialed NAS's phone.

K-ci is dead. The subsequent development of this incident has a very big hidden danger to his personal safety. At that time, everyone in the nightclub heard that he made a death threat to k-ci. Although the rapper made a harsh word during battle. I know that I can't take it seriously, but I can honor it on the spot!Adding to the relationship between yourself and gd, it is hard to tell if you really jumped into the Hudson River.

Moreover, even if they brag about daddy, they don’t think they are the killers under their own orders, but the little gangsters in Harlem have no discernment. The black people on the street have too many brains to help them. K-ci's revenge is not surprising when Lengtouqing brings a gun to find him.

"Nas, yes, I'm fine."

He must now have an intermediary who can calmly communicate with the bragging father. nas is very suitable, "You will go there tomorrow? With whom? Is raki? Just right, help me bring a message to bragging father..."

'According to the police and witnesses, one of the suspects in the shooting died on the spot...'

After the phone call, a coded corpse was shown on the TV. The picture next to it was the driver's license of the fellow gd boy. The camera also gave a close-up of the gd flower headscarf on the corpse’s head. Fortunately, they had a bit of brain. Without wearing the exclusive headscarf of the Hell Bobcat,'It is rumored that this case is related to a series of grievances between the Chicago singer Lori and the producer of Uptown Records, the bragging father...'

The picture on the screen turned into a side-by-side portrait of Little Lori and the bragging father, and then went outside the nightclub. A black man who had been beaten was being interviewed, “For Lori! That’s what the man called before shooting. We all heard..."

"For Lowry, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, the hip-hop singers were all on the stage at the time, and aps was still singing..."

The screen was cut off, "Okay, the above is the live report." The host began to broadcast the next news.

"When it comes to your place, basically all the TV media are blocked." Taraji whispered.

Fortunately, Motura's actions are very fast, but it is only TV media, those small radio DJs will not take care of these, especially the DJs in Harlem.

"Let the company's publicity department always pay attention to the radio stations in New York, especially the small and medium-sized black music stations in the late night."

Song Ya saw the doctor coming to say goodbye with a bag, smiled and shook hands with him, and personally delivered it to the door.

"Ii, what's wrong with you?"

When I came back, I saw Mariah Carey curled up on the sofa, wiping her tears with a tissue.

"I feel very scared now. I almost killed you just now." She cried and said, "It's all because of me that you went there."

"Hmph, are you awake?"

Seeing her guilty little appearance, without any diva gesture, Song Ya smiled, "Like going to nightclubs and drinking? Bad girl."

"Hate, I went to socialize to collect songs." She immediately defended herself.

"It seems that the lesson for you this time is not profound enough." Song Ya picked her up in the past, "Is my feet okay?"

"It's okay, it just took a while."

"Come here, I'll check it for you again."

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