Chapter 92

Things were not as usual as Al said. They didn't dare to stick their heads out of the window. They didn't want to be the unlucky ones who were shot in the news. They just lay on the edge of the window and watched carefully.

A few minutes after the shooting, several police cars came. Uniformed police officers began to pull up the warning tape at the entrance of the sales point. The two paparazzi who had harassed song Ya downstairs just now were stopped by the police for recording.

Four white men, who looked like plain clothes, chatted with uniformed police officers and rushed straight into the building where the studio was located.

"GD's people ran into our building?"

Song Ya's heart cluttered for a moment. He didn't want to take in any of his own people. "Go and close the outside door." He said to al.

Al, who was going to close the door, came back in a few minutes, his hands held high and a gun pointed at his forehead.

Police officer

The man with the gun held a police officer's shield in the other hand, "all against the wall! Hold your head in your hands "We suspect a drug dealer is hiding here!" he yelled

"Hey! You can't go into private territory. What about the search warrant? " Delay came out of the studio to protest.

"Shut up!" He was pinned to the wall by a strong bald white man, "keep you against the wall! Don't you hear me? "

"You are entering illegally. Our lawyer is upstairs. Hey! Big a! Go get Goodman Delay saw that he was walking from the next door to see the lively big a and his little brother, and quickly called out.

Big a was very clever and turned around and ran out. Unfortunately, he failed. He was forced back by two men and two guns guarding the corridor.

Song ya, with his back against the wall and holding his head in both hands, calmly counted the four white men who had just rushed into the building.

Big a and his younger brother were also driven into a + records, and the last one in plain clothes closed the door and locked it.

"Something's wrong, aplus!" Big a shouts with his head in his arms. Even song Ya can see that he is wrong. This is not a police officer. He is just a robber.

"Are you aplus?" The bald man seems to be the leader of the group of four. He drives everyone to a wall and asks them to stand with their heads in front of the wall. Then he goes to song Ya and says, "we suspect that there are drug dealers hiding here. Please cooperate with the investigation."

"You are entering illegally. Wait for my lawyer's complaint." Song Ya put his hands on the back of his head and looked at him coldly.

"I'll wait." The bald man didn't care, "Sean, keep your eyes on me! You two, have a good search of this place He ordered his opponent.

One of the two men rushed into the control room and the studio, the other into Sonya's office and began to rummage.

"Hey! Don't move the gramophone! There's our mother belt in it

"Don't worry," dilly cried, and was hit on the back by Shawn's plain clothes! Can't understand English? "

"I will sue you! Wait for a lawsuit and lose your job! " Dilly roared.

"Don't..." "Don't mess with them, delay They are stormtroopers. "

"Just know, nger." Sean's discriminative language blurted out, without the prudence of civil servants.

Big a spat on the ground.

Sean gave him a butt in the back of his neck, which was much more cruel than dealing with delay. Big a fell to his knees and groaned in pain.

Song Ya has heard of the Stormtrooper in big a, which is the nickname of all gangs for Chicago's anti drug and anti organized crime task force.

The gang in front of them are the people who fight drugs and gang crimes in the front line. After the tragic casualties in the initial stage of acting according to the rules, their style of action is becoming more and more extreme, and the quality of the team members is also getting lower and lower. They can do all kinds of things, such as planting bribes, eating black food, seizing and robbing, swallowing stolen goods, using lynching, and even uniting with some "smart" gangs to pull the wrong side in the gang war.

Because their members are all white, and they are so lawless, all kinds of racial discrimination is inevitable. Even the gangs use the nickname from nzai Stormtrooper to describe them, which shows their ferocity and deterrence.

“Clear！” The person who searched the recording room came out and reported, "it's so damn clean that the music player can't even find a cigarette (leaf)"

“Clear……”

Another person came out of Songya's office, "there's only a safe left to open."

"Search yourself!" The bald man searched song ya up and down first, then pushed him into the office and locked him again.

Facing this man alone, his neck is thicker than his head, and the whole person is like a wild boar, like a strong man who is always ready to rush to hit people. Song Ya has no bottom in his heart. The other party regards the law as nothing, and can he really control himself? Now I am a person who can talk and laugh with the federal councillors and the wife of the cook county prosecutor. Even if the fangsai "gift" is planted, the court's attack and defense will last for several years. During this period, I can completely retaliate through the upper class figures.

"Open the safe.""Give me your ID." Song Ya glanced at the office which was turned into a mess, suppressed his anger and said calmly to the other party.

The bald man laughed, took his ID from his arms, opened it and shook it in front of his eyes. "Detective Vic McKee, captain of the anti drug and anti organized crime task force, Chicago police station," big star, right? Want revenge? Don't worry, you won't. Open the safe! Come on

He put the papers back and opened the pistol insurance.

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

There was nothing in it, just a few rolls of cash, about three or four thousand dollars, a notebook that he used to use, and the gold watch sent by old Joe.

Vicky ripped the rubber band of the money and put his nose on the ticket to take a deep breath. He should be sniffing drugs.

"Really clean ah?" He didn't smell anything. He dropped the money on the boss's desk, sat carelessly in Song Ya's chair and began to look through his Notepad carefully.

This move makes song ya a little confused. What is the other party looking for?

He took the opportunity to look around the office, sure enough, his books, and the singers' resumes and so on, all had traces of being turned over, and the paper was scattered on the ground.

"They don't come after drug dealers." He thought secretly, "if it's for GD's opponents, they should give me some gifts to plant."

He looked at each other's faces, white, blue eyed, Viking McGee "Well?" A girl's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, Vicky McKee, Cassidy McGee, all blue eyes. Oh my God! It's not the father who came to avenge her! Hello! Are you playing too much!?

"Pa." The Notepad was also casually thrown on the table. Vicky flicked a picture of Sonya and Mr. Underwood in the photo frame. "You have a lot of friends, ah?"

"You know, I know a lot of big people." Sonya tried to hold him down.

"Hum..." Vicky laughs scornfully and stands up. He is about half a head shorter than song ya. He can only look up at Song Ya and say, "big people are not people you want to make friends with..."

Songya gazed into his eyes as if he understood something.

"But this time you passed." Vicky took the gun back. "Peter says hello to you."

Peter, that's Peter flock, Cook County State attorney, Alicia flock's husband, so it is

"And I'm happy with your refusal to Cassidy. Keep it up. Watch your black X. The farther away from my daughter, the better."

Vicky picks up the cash on the table and swings at Sonya.

"Keep it." Song Ya saw through each other's mind.

Vicky grinned and put the cash in his pocket. "Team up!" He left the office and swaggered off with three players.

"I'll call Goodman!" Delay darted to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Forget it." Song Ya pressed the earpiece spring to stop him from dialing the phone, "that's it." He said to Al, "take Da a to the hospital and don't mention it to anyone."

“WTF！？” Big a's younger brother is not happy.

"I understand, I understand..." Big a struggled to get up. "I'm ok. I'll take a rest. We can't afford the Stormtrooper. We'd better press aplus to say that nothing happened..."

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