Chicago 1990

"The plan you submitted was approved by Director Fries himself."

The next day, in the Chicago FBI office building, the sub-director called Carl Letterman to the office, "You know the new changes in the Simpson case. Now the staff is tight in the bureau. I can only produce a special operations team composed of capable agents, one piece of evidence. Investigation team, a field team is under your command. You can also contact the undercover agent lurking inside the Chicago Police Department for a secret operation of the Department of Justice through my single line. I will provide you with other support if necessary. Wait for the team leaders Come to the meeting, do you have any more requirements?"

"Not yet."

Carl Letterman glanced at her partner triumphantly, and then placed Sean’s file on the branch director’s desk. “I only need the field team to add a face-to-face agent to deal with this person first. , As soon as possible, best to start tonight."

"No problem, we will meet to make a specific plan later."

Bedford Hills, New York.

"You can't always think of Mimi like this! We have made a plan, can't you bear it a little bit and implement it according to the plan?" As the wedding approaches, the quarrel between Song Ya and Mariah Carey increases. The more frequent it is, this time it’s a trivial matter. Mariah Carey just cancelled the cooperation with a local flower company and changed the order of flowers directly shipped by air from the Netherlands.

"The deposit of tens of thousands of knives is completely free! And these..."

Song Ya fiercely kicked the tall cardboard boxes in the warehouse, "You can't just give up and use it out of your mind. These are all money!"

"My pleasure."

Mariah Carey didn't give up at all, "If you don't want to pay, then it will be all charged to my account."

"It’s not about money, okay? Mimi, don’t just'put it on my account, count it on my account" as soon as you hear my opinion! Our energy and time cannot always be spent on these details, just now The manager of the local flower company pestered me for almost an hour!"

Song Ya was so angry that his hands compared with hip-hop gestures.

"I want everything to be perfect, a perfect wedding, you promised me." Mariah Carey didn't bother to pay attention to him, pouting her mouth and turned to leave.

"Sorry, Miss Kelly, APLUS is still young, and the desire to control is so strong, you know him." Linda followed her behind her in a quiet voice.

"Shut up Linda, don't always help her attribute any problems to my desire to control."

Song Ya became even more angry, "Just forget about the flowers, let's not take it as an example!"

Mariah Carey didn’t subdue, she flung her long hair and left the storeroom. He had to follow behind angrily. Just out of the villa, she saw her father who was chatting with black affirmative leader Jesse Jackson on the far lawn, eyelids. At that time, he trembled, "Didn't I let that guy come?" He desperately suppressed his anger, and asked Linda in a deep voice.

"Jesse Jackson? He seems to want to participate in the campaign for the commandership again next year. He may ask you to raise funds. Although he can't control his lower body, with his current leadership status, our black community can only support him unconditionally. No way. He is the best choice for your chief wedding priest." Linda thought he was referring to Jesse Jackson, who was caught in a lot of peachy scandals.

"It's not that old lady, I'm talking about her father." Song Ya said.

"That...that is Miss Kelly's father. Every girl hopes that in the church, she can hold her own father's hand, and he will hand herself over to her future husband." Linda was surprised.

"She had promised me not to let his father and sister be there before, and she had promised."

Song Ya didn't go to say hello to the two, and went straight back to the study.

"Boss, APLUS, her father has compromised in order to be able to come to the wedding, and he no longer insists that her troublesome sister should be there. This is the best result. Her father is okay. After all, he works in Houston. Aviation engineer."

Linda came over to help explain, "Don't worry about this too much, you have some signs of premarital phobia recently."

Song Ya saw a pile of slide projector films on the table again. There were photos of two people growing up. They were ready to be used in the wedding review ring after selection. He picked up Mariah Carey's 92 years of photos in his head. Compared with her now, she became even more angry, "Look, now I am a lot fatter than before. My body shape management plan has completely failed, and she hasn't really listened to me."

"I think she is more beautiful now than in 1992. It's just right to be neither fat nor thin." Linda smiled.

"Humph."

Song Ya's mind was now a mess.

In the evening, while the fiancee was in a panting mood, "Honey, about the pre-marital party..."

"Do you have to say this at this time?" Mariah Carey chuckled and hugged the little fiance.

"Stop going to Las Vegas, okay?"

"No, I'm going, Patty and Brenda have arranged." She pouted again.

Song Ya was too lazy to speak, turned his back to her and closed his eyes.

"I'm not happy again..." She chuckles disapprovingly, "Stingy man."

At the same time, on the streets of Chicago, Vic appeared in the back alley of the bar. He first observed that there was no one nearby, so he walked to the car where Sean was parked, and hit it with a small flashlight, but found nothing unusual. , And then went to check the car next to it.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly discovered that there was a special pass under the front glass of the next car, which was used to enter and exit the FBI Chicago office building.

"Hey, Sean, you have been lucky these two days."

The back alley door was pushed open, Shaun and his poker friends came out, and Vic quickly ducked into the dark.

Several old friends complained to Xiao En, "How much did you lose today? Newcomer." They asked another young man in his twenties who was smiling and following Xiao En.

"I didn't remember, probably...200? Or more than 300..." The young man was full of chagrin.

"Not enough, you have to pay more tuition, buddy."

Sean patted him on the shoulder triumphantly, then said goodbye to them, and got in the car and left.

Vic stared at the'newcomer' in a car with an FBI pass, and walked back to his car two blocks away with a gloomy face.

He was driving blankly on his way home, the front lights flashed, and a police car stopped in front.

He had to pull over and park, "Please show..." The two police officers walked out of the car window.

"Hey, I'm not speeding." Vic rolled down the car window, forced a smile, and revealed his police ID.

"Deputy Sheriff?"

The police officer saw his official position above, and said with a respectful smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, a lot of African Americans took the opportunity to make trouble recently. We are performing official duties. Excuse me..."

"I understand, you have worked hard so late." Vic was released smoothly.

The car restarted, and when he was about to put his ID back into the glove box, he saw the photo taken with the stormtrooper brothers inside, took it out sentimentally, and placed it in front of the steering wheel while driving. In the photo, he and Sean With arms around them tightly, both of them smiled brilliantly.

His stern facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his eyes reappeared with a confused light. He just saw the neon tube of a bar on the street lighting up. He turned the steering wheel and went to sit in front of the bar inside. He ordered a beer and drank. He thought about it.

"Sorry, we are going to close."

He sat until almost four in the morning and was reminded by the bartender before he left the bar, got in the car again and drove home.

"Hey! What are you doing? Honey, scare me!"

He pushed open the door of the house pretentiously, turned on the light, and suddenly saw his wife sitting in the living room staring at him coldly. He felt that his wife was not in the right mood, and he exaggeratedly pressed his chest to joke.

"Vick, we need to have a good talk."

The wife pushed the papers on the table in front of her, "You can't do this anymore. You can't see people all night and all night. You won't tell me where I ask you to go. This is a divorce agreement. Sign it."

"Have you been to a lawyer?"

The two had quarreled many times before, but Vic didn't expect his wife to actually take action.

"Yes, I can't take it anymore, Vic, I didn't expect you to be like this when you get promoted..." Wife wiped tears in annoyance, "I hope there is a man at home who can help me, not you. Leave everything alone, the police officer who doesn't return home at night."

"I don't care!?"

Vic was furious, "How much did I pay for this family!? How do you think our children can be included in the treatment plan by the best private hospital? There is nothing without a price!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to fight with you at night, the children are sleeping."

His wife didn't understand him, and kept shaking her head, "I have already decided, or you should sign it now, or you should also find a lawyer and talk to my divorce lawyer."

"I won't get a divorce."

Vic tore up the document furiously, went to the bedroom, took the quilt, and went to sleep on the sofa. All his old feelings were ignored, and now he had a hardened heart.I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm clock before I slept long. I didn't care about anything at home, and drove to work, pretending to be a check-up, smiling and greeted my colleagues and opened the roster of prisoners temporarily held by the police station.

Soon, he saw the imprisoned photo of the gang member who was beaten by Sean on the street with a bruised nose and swollen face. He silently remembered the other party's home address and release date. He appeared in the black area of ​​Nancheng at night and parked his car. Opposite a dilapidated building on the address.

He quietly observed outside for a few hours, feeling that there was no one at home, there was no car on the street, and all the nearby residents were asleep. He put two black socks on his head and got off the car. Crossed the road, walked a few steps to the front door, just twisted it ten times with the unlocking tool, and entered the house smoothly. He immediately searched it without leaving a trace. Years of experience told him that these gang members could not hide themselves at home. The gun, sure enough, found an iron box in the water tank of the toilet. He took out the revolver inside his arms and left silently.