Chicago 1990

"I heard that AK's girlfriend went back to Chicago not long ago and met with family and friends... and sent a big complaint..."

In Hyde Park, Aunt Susie and cousin Connie helped Song Ya tidy up things while gossiping, "AK betrayed his good brother Lori and boss Pablo. With such a great effort, the government only arranged for him in a small white town. A blue-collar job is exhausted, and the family has a tight life."

"WTF?"

Song Ya Negro asked, "Is there something wrong with his girlfriend's brain? He even dared to go back to Chicago and talk nonsense?"

"Who knows? I thought that GD and Hell Bobcat would not care about the informers. They did not care about it before. She might think the limelight had passed." Connie left him in the mint tin box in the old house. Picking up old photos, all those who took photos with AK, "this one, and this one..." are all handed over one by one.

The AK in the photo was holding Tony and himself, hand showing GD's gang gesture and smiling brightly at the camera. Song Ya subconsciously avoided his gaze and put the photo in the AJ shoebox beside him, "That What is so dissatisfied with women? The blue-collar job is already very good. The FBI has not pursued even the charges of AK for following Little Lowry's trafficking through the witness protection plan. New job, new identity, new life, family living in a new house , Children are guaranteed to go to school and everything."

"It seems to be because of a fight with AK." Connie said.

"It really killed people." Song Ya said.

"Yeah, the whole family is over. I have seen AK's children several times. Both are very cute..." Aunt Susie sighed.

"And that's all?"

Song Yakan was almost done packing, holding the shoe box in his hand.

"Remember when Little Lori lined up the first single MV? AK took care of you at that time. He gave you twenty dollars at the time, and you still twisted it." Connie recalled the past, "but It was indeed stupid for him to be a whistleblower and he wanted to die."

"I don't want to hear that person's name now."

Song Ya didn’t want to argue with her about black people’s moral values. She stood up and said, "I mean Little Lori." AK is dead, and the whole family is dead. Little Lori is the source of trouble. I heard that he was serving his sentence in San Diego prison. He hasn't given up on the appeal, and without the key witness of AK, maybe he can really get out of prison by then...

It is reported that Lori’s traitor and his family were killed. The incident has spread in Nancheng. This undoubtedly adds another point to Lori’s murderous reputation. I believe it won’t be long before the gang rap circles all over Mi will start to talk about it. .

"Let's go." He said to Goodman.

After greeting Aunt Susie and Connie, the group drove back to Highland Park.

"Wait, wait, wait... You, you... What do you mean by saying that Old Joe is not... missing?"

Big A and Eric have approached the door, and Song Ya couldn't accept the news for a while.

"Literally, we went to Old Qiao Music to find him. He has rented the house to someone else, and there is no one at home. The phone is turned off and he cannot be found in any way." Big A said.

"You have been a tuner in Old Qiao Music for so long, do you know where he is going?" Song Ya asked Eric.

Eric shook his head.

"Fxxk!"

Song Ya smashed the photo with the shoebox into the fireplace, "What does he mean by disappearing at this time? Isn't his bail period still to end?"

"The AK family is dead, what does Old Joe care about the bail period..." Big A mumbled.

The photo was filled with unpleasant black smoke from the fire, and three people ran out the door coughing.

"Hey! What are you burning!? There is a smell of plastic!" Mariah Carey outside the house also smelled, "Honey, I just received a call, Bedford Hills is about to be delivered."

"The construction period has been delayed for a long time."

Song Ya complained that the house was opened on his birthday last year, a full year from now, and according to expectations, it should be completed now.

"I changed the design."

She later tossed a lot of new things on the basis of the original design,

"Well, I see." Song Ya agreed.

"Aren't you going back to New York with me?" she asked.

"Isn't it officially delivered yet?"

"I want to make a final confirmation if there are any changes that need to be made."

"Uh, it's almost all right. I'm very busy, and there were some troubles just now, have you heard?" Song Ya didn't want to go. Now that Old Qiao disappeared suddenly, the ghost knew whether he ran away or was killed. Or went to be a witness for the FBI?It's okay to run, the other two may be a bit scary.

No, it's not good to run away. Without him as the middleman, who will Sinaloa look for when he arrives?Wouldn't you come to yourself directly?

"Okay, okay, then I'll go." She came over to hug Song Ya and kissed her cheek, "Chicago is too cold, we must be in the Bahamas next winter..."

"The MV for your Christmas album is finished?" Song Ya didn't answer this question.

"It's done! It will be listed next month."

She happily got into the car with the female assistant, "Bye... honey! Bedford Hill is waiting for you!" ran away.

At this time, another car staggered by at the door. Under the obstruction of the guard, two people came out of the car. Song Ya, who was in the lead, knew but had never dealt with. The current state prosecutor Chalz was a man of looks and behavior. All are ordinary and rigid bureaucrats of law enforcement units.

He was accompanied by a black man, who seemed to be his deputy, who had also seen it on TV.

"APLUS, is it convenient to chat?" Childs asked.

"Official business or?"

"Official business."

"Well, wait, I'm a lawyer, and he is upstairs."

"Okay." Childs also smelled when he was about to walk into the villa, "What are you burning?"

"Some sundries, just talk outside, please."

Song Ya let Da A and Eric walk on their own, took the two to the swimming pool, and sat down on the deck chairs, "Aren't you busy campaigning? Mr. Childs, how come you have time to come to me?"

Childs and Peter Flock’s election for the next state attorney is going on to the most critical moment, and it will be clear in half a month, but he is basically out of play, and polls are at the bottom, not even comparable to a black man. Female candidates.

"What else can it be because of AK." He asked: "The FBI has looked for you?"

"Yes, they asked about it."

"AK is miserable, you need to do something for him." Childs said.

"Sorry, those people and things have nothing to do with me."

At this time Goodman coughed out, "APLUS what did you throw into the fireplace?"

"Miscellaneous." Song Yachao Charznunu's mouth.

"Hello, Mr. State Attorney." Goodman shook hands with the other party.

"I know that the front-line policemen are deliberately indulging the gangsters, so that Peter Flock can find a way to attack me. Everything, these tragedies can happen because of the damn election. Peter is a politician, and he wants to vote. You can do anything." Childs said.

There is such a possibility, otherwise Sinaloa cannot be arrogant and has not been swept by the local police, but these still have nothing to do with him, "Are you here to catch Peter's handle?" Song Ya chuckles: "But you don't You should come to me. You should go to the street or the frontline police station."

"It seems a little late to think of this, Childs." Goodman helped.

"I know, but I am here to perform the duties of a law enforcement officer."

Childs lowered his head and smiled, "If I were a standard politician, I would have been eyeing you, APLUS, I didn't expect that dealing with you would blow Peter's votes, I just don't want to use those dirty tricks. "

"I am not involved in the crime, I am invincible." Song Ya lay down comfortably.

"This time it has nothing to do with you?" Childs asked.

The other party is a senior prosecutor, it is difficult to see from the facial expression, "Unless you retaliate privately, otherwise I have nothing to do with that matter." Song Ya replied.

"I know that the boss of the Hell Bobcat recently changed. An African-American man nicknamed Sinaloa has mastered the gang. Do you understand this person?" Childs' black deputy asked.

"No understanding."

"Really?" the deputy asked: "There are rumors that Sinaloa has boasted to others about his relationship with Old Joe more than once. He claims to be a loyal fan of you and Lori."

"It's not surprising, my fans are all over the meter, and many street blacks admire me." Song Ya replied, giving Goodman a wink by the way.

"Can you control the content of the conversation more purposefully? My client is very busy, so I can avoid small talk, let alone nonsense." Goodman warned the other party.

"We're looking for Old Joe, do you know his whereabouts?" Childs asked.

"I don't know, I'm looking for him too."

"You have always had a good relationship with Old Joe? You still held a party here for him the day he was released from prison." the deputy asked.

"Yes, I have always been very grateful to him, all Mi knows."

"But he is missing now."

"I don't know where he went."

"really do not know?"

The other party's question became more and more acute, and it was close to interrogation, "Okay, let's end the conversation, please make an appointment next time you come." Goodman stood up and stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

"Big star, I will stare at you." Childs said without shaking hands, pointing to his eyes.

"Why don't you think about your next job first?" Song Ya responded with a lazy smile.

"Humph."

Childs sneered twice from his nostrils and buttoned his suit. "Let's go."

"Mike." Song Ya looked at the exhaust of the car they were leaving, smiled, and whispered to the old Mike behind him: "I think we should discuss how to solve that madman's problem."