Chapter 265

It's good to talk about things on golf courses. High end courses generally belong to membership country clubs and other organizations. If you want to go in, you can't just rely on money to buy tickets. It can block journalists and other people with special purposes.

It's not like a place like a hotel where the purpose is obvious. People may not think of who is gathering with whom. It is not indoor space. The place is large and the vision is wide. Monitoring or eavesdropping can be partially eliminated. At the same time, it is also very convenient to have a secret conversation. If you want to talk with someone, you can get together and talk while walking. If you don't want to talk, you can play the ball far away and then you will be accused of leaving. This can largely avoid the embarrassment of direct refusal.

In addition, the walking distance is large, the air is fresh, the scenery is good, and you can get involved in the noble sports. It is no wonder that some successful black people take the risk of being pointed out by the black community to often play. Although this sport has been very popular in the United States, the white-collar families in the public stadium usually play it with little burden.

"Vic, we've got a deal?" Of course, song Yaqu only plays this when he has a great aim. Bulletproof Benz drives into the country club. He asks Vicky, who is in the front passenger seat.

Vik McGee, the bald man, looked back at Sonya and his daughter, Cassidy, in her beautiful long dress. "You do what you have to do. I'll have no problem."

“OK。”

Song Ya gets out of the car, turns around and reaches out his hand. Old Mike goes to open the trunk. The caddie at the door comes to help take out the club bags. Two.

Cassidy was very happy. She took Sonya's hand and said, "I'm glad you and dad can resolve the previous conflicts."

"We don't have a big holiday." Song Ya looks back at VIC in the car, and the other party is making a "stay away from her" mouth.

He had already copied the license plate for a long time. Compared with the scenery in the Stormtrooper before, he fell into the dust completely. Under the excuse of letting Cassidy accompany him, he could talk to Peter flock. He did not think about it for a long time. Now, his manner is nothing but face saving.

"This way, please..."

At the door, a white waiter in Tuxedo politely led the way after he swayed Harris Bank's top credit card during the Song Dynasty. This card was sent by Harris Bank at the beginning of the year. With this card, you can freely access many high-end places in the Midwest and enjoy relevant VIP services.

Song Ya noticed that the good girl was looking around and walking a little bit, "don't be nervous, just be in your own home. No matter how high-end places are, they are all business."

"Well, I've never been to a place like this." Cassidy relaxed obediently when a young lady dressed as a lady passed by. She looked up and down at Cassidy, and then, with an innocent smile, gave song ya a wink.

She immediately began to feel inferior again, and the woman immediately lowered her head and began to examine her skirt.

"Don't look. That kind of woman comes to hang up the rich. Generally, no one comes to the country club dressed like this."

Song Ya has never eaten pork, and has seen a pig run. She can see through that kind of woman at a glance, "the skirt is very suitable for you."

"Thank you. This is my most expensive one." Said Cassidy.

"I was wearing second-hand clothes to SBK's New York headquarters more than a year ago."

Song Ya looks at that skirt with a very bright lattice element, like a Burberry? Vick's former detectives can still afford to buy a few luxury items for the girls, especially in the U.S., where the big luxury stores sometimes offer very high discounts.

"Talented people don't care what they wear." Said Cassidy.

"Nothing." Song Ya put her arm around her waist, "I'll ask yelemov to prepare a purchase fee for you."

"No, I'm not Fergie's sign up singer, and I'm only working part-time in your company on vacation."

"The company is mine."

Song Ya and she followed the service staff to the dressing room, changed their clothes and shoes, and went to see Peter flock.

The place was chosen by Peter flock. The two sides met soon. He also took a businessman friend with him, but there should be no special purpose.

Song Ya and the other side soon got the chance to chat alone.

"So that's Vic's daughter?" Asked Peter, looking at Cassidy's back.

"Yes." This is also the reason why song Ya brought her here. Otherwise, it would be hard to talk about the sensitive personnel transfer of the police station.

"Vic was a very conscientious policeman. After he left, the gangs lost their awe of the anti drugs and organized crime task force." Said Peter.

"I hear the investigation into him is over? There's no hard evidence to prove that he killed a colleague, has he? " Song Ya took the opportunity to say: "I don't believe he is a person who does that kind of thing."

Peter glanced at him. "I think it's true. The findings are not deceptive."

Song Ya originally planned that the other party would take the opportunity to hint at some requirements. Unexpectedly, Peter seemed to have the same idea as himself. Indeed, Vic had helped him with his dirty work before. In a way, his relationship with him must be closer than his own.After a game of golf, he and Cathy returned to the dressing room. The girl was sweating a lot. The girl's shirt was stuck on her body. Her chest was bulging and her legs were straight. She was very young.

Or delicious?

"You play golf much better than me. Where did you learn it?" Song Ya stares at her.

"I've been in the school golf club before."

The good girl looked around carefully, then crossed her hands in a big way, grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it off, "it's so hot." She said.

They took a shower in the shower in the dressing room, then changed their clothes and left together.

Song Ya doesn't know exactly how Peter works, but on the night of March 9, Vicky has taken off his uniform, dressed in casual clothes, and the detective's big metal coat of arms is hanging around his neck. He and his men reappear in the Community streets of Nancheng, rushing like wild boars.

Old Mike pulled up to an alley with a broken street light not far from Frank's house.

"Let him stand firm."

Sonya in the car saw that Vic was ordering his two men to one side, grab Frank's arms and support the old rascal's body straight down.

"You know what rules are broken? Yeah? What kind of agreement did we have before? "

Vick, with his thick neck, yelled in Frank's ear, "do you think I can't come back? Well? "

"No way, Vic. I've been praying for you." Frank's sharp teeth, "you don't know how much I miss you..."

With a bang, Vic hit Frank in the ribs.

Frank immediately groaned in pain, and his body arched into the shape of shrimps.

"Hold on." Vick gave another punch, and he swung Frank's face to one side like a sandbag. A blood arrow shot far away, and two teeth came out.

"Do you remember? Frank Vick got in his ear again and yelled.

"Stop fighting, I know what you mean..." Frank begged, "I'll stay away from them."

Vick said, "no, I don't think your m-fxxk has a bad memory."

"My father-in-law, you are really cruel to start with..."

Song Ya looked at the pain, but finally put down his heart, said to old Mike: "drive, I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."

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