Chapter 345

In the dark corner of the garage, song Ya has been frowning after learning the news from old Mike.

"You're safe." Old Mike waited for a long time to see that he didn't speak, so he had to speak first.

"Mike, you did it in law enforcement. When do you think they'll do it?" Song Ya asked.

"Vic is wearing bulletproof vests, and his companion has automatic weapons on his back, so there are at most three hours before the morning rush hour in downtown."

Old Mike looked at his watch and said, "the front-line police are not strict. Since they are all ready for action, they can't delay any more. If the senior management of the law enforcement unit really wants to do something practical. At least I used to be. "

"How big will it be?" Song Ya asked.

"It's OK to stay at home, boy." Old Mike's eyes narrowed. "You don't want to tell anyone else?"

Song Ya doesn't speak again. He really wants old Mike to take a message for old Joe. It's unrealistic to see that it's too close to the police operation time. He also planned to call old Joe directly. He used the reason that the time point when the little boy was shot was not suitable for another party. He suggested that he should be careful by informing the party to cancel. However, he could not think of any hint words that old Joe could understand.

"It's almost five o'clock. Go back to bed and have a good sleep. Haven't you been up all night?"

Old Mike pushed him upstairs. "I need a rest, too. I'm old..."

"Obviously, according to the information that Cassidy didn't intend to disclose, her father Vic had been informed of the big action very early. So the shooting incident of the little boy must be just a fuse, and the police have been planning for a long time..."

Song Ya is very clear, "judging from the reaction of those donkey party members I know, at least this is a politically considered and prepared operation, and the scale will not be small. Vick is just a front-line detective. He said that I am ok, I will not be OK. The FBI has not let go of the nightclub incident in Harlem district. The fugitive GD shooter" little Binny "is still wanted."

"Don't lie to yourself, boy, do you really think you're going to be ok? Or do you want to tip off your gang background friends at this time? You don't have to risk them. "

Old Mike stopped and said with emotion, "violence in South City is becoming more and more frequent. Many innocent people like tyron and the little boy yesterday have been killed. No matter what the politicians want to do, this action itself must be a good thing, isn't it? They are willing to take action at last, even if they can't fundamentally change the law and order in Nancheng, even if the motive is not so simple! "

Security in the United States

Come on, "old Mike, you're right."

Back in the bedroom, Fergie and Amy Adams are sleeping soundly. They have been busy with the birthday party these two days. It seems that they are exhausted. Song Ya has something in mind and can't sleep. So she just quietly exits without disturbing them.

He opened the door of the study. There was no one inside. He closed the door, turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and lay down on the sofa.

For old Joe, he has some feelings, but that's not the most important thing. He's afraid that the police will find Kenneth.

Old Joe doesn't live in the public housing area. He's not the core figure of the gang. He should be OK. As for Kenneth Indeed, as old Mike said, it's just a drug dealer and a gang leader. I don't need to worry about such people.

But just because Kennis is a real criminal, and he has met with him several times, and there is still a large group of people present, it is hard to guarantee that there will not be any traitor confessed to the police among his younger brothers

Due to the existence of plea bargaining, many criminals are eager to get a good plea agreement for a light sentence, and they are eager to bring out all they know and don't know. At the beginning, Amelia took this loophole to help her brother Tony get a probation, but now it's a bit against her.

Even if you're OK, hell's kitty or GD's bad luck will have a series of effects. Will bragging dad and Mary Brigitte be as honest as they are now?

Maybe. After all, Gd killed so hard in Harlem nightclubs that they didn't dare to gamble on their lives.

But it is possible that they will not. It is not uncommon for these black singers from the bottom to say anything, and they can not be regarded as rational people

GD can boast about the case of Harlem nightclub, but killing children indiscriminately will definitely be rejected by the whole rice. This is a big blow to GD's "image". In the future, we must draw a clear line, and we can't take advantage of it.

How to do crisis public relations?

He fell asleep in the tangle.

"Boss, boss?"

Confused by talaji pushed awake, he raised his hand, covering the body of a thin layer was lifted, "what time?" I'm dizzy. I haven't slept for long.

"Ten past six." Taraj turned the TV up a little.

"At the request of the Chicago police, I have agreed to allow Cook County police to enter the other party's jurisdiction to coordinate this special public housing operation, as well as the Illinois National Guard..."

On the screen, cook county prosecutor Peter flock, wearing a bullet proof vest and surrounded by a large number of microphones, solemnly announced the latest news: "the law enforcement agencies of Illinois will crack down on violence and drug crimes in this area, and handle ID cards for all legal residents...""Is ID card a violation of people's freedom?" A reporter cut in.

Peter flock ignored him. "Illegal residents and guns will be thoroughly cleaned up. I promise that this operation will completely reverse the security situation in Chicago, so that people will no longer have to live in fear..."

Outside the public housing area, the joint operation with the participation of the national guard is very powerful. The military vehicles and police cars can not be seen. Police officers and soldiers in various uniforms appear in the picture.

Armed special police officers rushed into a large public housing. Soon, a bareheaded black man jumped out of the second floor window and ran wildly, "stop! sir! Please cooperate with the police for investigation! stop! Or we'll shoot! I warn you again... "

The trumpet was shouting. The man didn't care. When he was about to run across the corner of the building, there was a gunshot, and he was directly thrown to the ground.

Song Ya sat up and fell asleep.

As if it was a kick, the man got up again on the ground. When the special police officer rushed past, he was leaning against the wall and was about to take something out of his arms.

Song Ya knew that he was finished. As expected, the special police immediately opened fire and shot him on the spot after several shots.

The cell phone and the phone in the room began to ring.

"Coffee." It seems that I can't get enough sleep. "Come to my meeting." Song Ya picks up the microphone and deals with the inquiries of his subordinates one by one.

At the gate of many public housing buildings, teams of people were taken out with their hands on their heads. This time, the police were playing a real game. Almost all public housing areas began to operate at the same time, and the access roads were blocked and it was difficult to escape.

All kinds of long and short guns and drugs were searched out by the police. After confirming the safety, the civil servants of relevant units began to enter the public housing, register for the residents one by one and apply for identity cards.

"Come on..."

"It's me, Eric."

It's the tuner of old Joe's music. "A police officer rushed into old Joe's music just now, and they've taken all the people, including old Joe!"

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!