Chapter 545

When the first three cars left Highland Park, they could not help following a group of "tails". A paparazzi, carrying a camera, stood half up in the back seat of the motorcycle and chased to the parallel position of the bulletproof galloping car in the middle, and was shooting in the dark window.

"Aplus left Highland Park and drove to O'Hare International Airport. Maybe he was going to visit his son in Dublin?"

The car was broadcasting a real-time report from the local gossip radio station, "doesn't he have a private plane?" Asked a guest.

"I don't think Maria Kelly would let him use the private jet they shared for this purpose." The host had a bad laugh.

"Change channels, Mike." Song Ya can't listen.

Old Mike changed the channel.

"My brother is still too young. Don't believe it. I have told aplus countless times that you must be careful of those malicious women. They will even secretly poke holes in their sleeves behind your back, just to be pregnant with a star child, and then blackmail you for 18 years' high alimony to raise a little white face They will also receive an interview from time to time, run a notice, sleep can be used by them for more than ten years, there are many routines, three days and three nights can not be finished. That poor baby might have been beaten up by her new boyfriend, really, without exaggeration I'm from the past. "

Big a is grieving for herself, scolding sherifen and those routine stars of women.

"Will you?" Big a is really a former person. If she didn't have to carry the maintenance fee for her two children after divorce, she would not have been in a hurry to rent out the small radio venue to herself. Song Ya couldn't help worrying about the future of little rob. "Will she really be beaten by her new boyfriend?" He asked Linda.

"It's not natural to look at people. It must be a little bit worse." Linda replied.

"Call big a Song Ya orders.

"Al, replace me. I'll take the call." Said big a on the radio.

"Be careful! Don't irritate Rob's mother now Song Ya scolded him: "Jing m-fxxk does me a disservice!"

"Oh, oh, I see..." The big a agrees to hang up the phone.

"Ha! I'm back, audience friends! Let's put it another way. You ngers are jealous of the most beautiful white girl my brother can sleep with... "

“……”

Song Ya held her forehead. "Another stage, Mike."

Old Mike ignored him and turned on the walkie talkie. "Right now." Then he slammed the steering wheel and the three cars suddenly turned into the side road at the same time.

"Aplus wants to dump us!"

The paparazzi also yelled on their own radio channel. Some cars in the back didn't respond and drove straight down. However, most motorcycles still followed flexibly, leaving black arc brake marks on the road near the spur road.

The motorcade went through blocks and into a parking building.

Before the paparazzi come in, old Mike takes Sonya as fast as he can into the dilapidated Chrysler Fifth Avenue he's parked here, and then waits for the other bodyguards to drive out the three cars and take all the paparazzi away. After observing for more than ten minutes, he drove out of the parking lot and went to the prison where old Joe was serving his sentence.

Song Ya's mind finally calmed down for a while. According to the traditional concept of Chinese Americans, he must provide rob with a good life. He can't do it. Like his cousin Connie, he gives his own son to the tramp family to raise

Eli and their public relations crisis have begun. Now, the negative impact on themselves is not as great as imagined. The American people's concept of premarital is becoming more and more open, which is normal, especially for star groups.

In the impression of the American media, she and she belong to two people who can't fight each other. An African hip-hop singer and a second-line actress who is famous for her beautiful face in old Hollywood, their discussion is also inclined to be against sherifen, because it is obvious that she has just been promoted to a billionaire since the beginning of the year, and sherifen has not been able to fight against her in recent years The box office of each film has suffered a fiasco, and a lot of adultery is just a follow-up film that spoofs instinct.

She is more and more out of fashion, and has disappeared since last year. She is older and has the motivation to have children.

Because of this, the media are very interested in how they get together, and the skinny former attendant of Charlize Theron took the opportunity to earn a lot of notice fees.

The three most popular celebrity couples in the U.S. are Johnny Depp and Kate Moss, MJ and Elvis Presley's daughter, herself and Maria Kelly. One media made a list of the relationship between sherifen and Johnny Depp in her early years.

All kinds of confusing interpretations made this event more and more popular, which made several indirectly related parties very satisfied. The vice president of Dow called again yesterday to praise himself. Universal Pictures also took the opportunity to link up the dance of my life movie with this gossip news for early publicity. It was totally free of charge and did not attract the white eye.

In short, it's not a big mistake for men as long as they haven't been married. The pressure is mainly on the women's side, including sherifen and Maria Kelly, who have to bear countless gossips.Song Ya feels guilty, and the price of just trying to be happy for a while is very uncontrollable. Fortunately, Maria Kelly has no plan to cancel the engagement ceremony for the time being. After making this matter clear and dealing with it properly, she still has to go to New York to plead guilty. She should be able to recover this relationship and never let her marriage fail

When the destination arrived, old Mike parked his car on the side of the road opposite the prison. This side was quite remote. But because it was a prison, the door was very open. Except for a bus stop not far away, no bus would stop nearby. Therefore, the isolated Fifth Avenue was quite eye-catching.

Fortunately, Peter flock has a very large network of law enforcement agencies, and the prison administrators don't mind doing a little harmless help. They release old Joe on time.

Old Joe dressed very neatly and formally today. He had a bright pocket towel in his coat pocket of his white suit. He carried a leather luggage bag in his hand. He turned around and talked with some prison guards with a smile. Then he walked out of the prison gate and looked up at the sky for a long time.

Old Mike didn't disturb him until he cleared up his mind and began to look around.

Old Joe walked across the road with a smile and a wave.

"Is the money ready to buy the copyright of old Joe's music songs?" Song Ya then remembered that he had promised old Joe to buy the second-hand store and SAA magni's song rights. He couldn't help it. He had too much to think about these days.

"You haven't formally discussed the price, but I think you have enough money." Linda replied.

"That's good."

In addition to two million won Mark Anderson's new mosaic browser company's 5% share, since 1994, Songya has not made any investment and made little profit. Pay taxes, pay the money to buy a private plane with Maria Kelly, engagement rings, and prepare for the engagement ceremony. He still has 30 million working capital. It should not cost much to buy the copyright of old Joe's music.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up, little aplus." Old Joe opened the back door and sat in.

"Sorry, Joe. I can't be photographed at the gate of the prison." Song Ya hugged him warmly, "but I've got a party for you tonight. It's all my own."

"Thank you." Old Joe is much better than before. His arms are very strong. His eyes are full of tears and his voice is choking.

"Go straight to me? Let's go back to old Joe's music first. " Song Ya patted him on the back.

"Go to your place first. Barron will go too, right?" Asked Old Joe.

"Of course, don't try to get rid of him if you don't pay the lawyer's fee." Song Ya joked.

"These damned lawyers." Old Joe laughed and scolded.

Old Mike started the car and headed for Highland Park.

"I heard about you and that white Hollywood actress in prison yesterday. Have children? At your age, you probably should have. " Old Joe's reaction was no different from that of other black friends. He thought it was normal, but he couldn't help teasing Sonya.

"It's not officially clear." Song Ya had to say so.

"How is Eric?"

"Of course, he works for my record company and tunes."

The two talked about their former friends. The tattooed Carr, the guard of old Joe's music, is still serving a sentence in another prison. He helped old Joe shoulder the crime of hiding weapons, and his sentence was longer.

"I'll have a big party for him when he comes out." Old Joe said passionately that the several aunts of the tank group he held up had been scattered. They only occasionally gathered together to perform SAA magni to earn money or blame each other in public channels. It was said that none of them came to visit old Joe, and it was even more impossible to take the blame.

"It should be..." Song Ya said.

"Damn it!"

Old Mike, who was driving quietly, suddenly yelled at him. He braked heavily. Linda screamed from the co driver's seat. Song Ya and old Joe's heads were hit by inertia on the back of the front seat. Before they could react, old Mike started the car again and quickly fell back.

Song Ya was thrown close to the door again, and vaguely saw that the road ahead was stopped by a transverse car. Several black people got out of the car. It was already dark and could not see his face clearly.

"It's like an ambush!"

Old Mike yelled as he backed into the rearview mirror.

"Ambush? Who is it? " Song Ya is very nervous. He hasn't offended any gang members recently!

"Oh! SHXT！” Old Mike didn't answer. The rear of the car was blocked by a car that suddenly appeared behind the road, making a clear crash sound. He slammed the steering wheel.

"Hey! Don't do like that! Stop! Stop The black man in the back car directly blocked the way with his body. He held a gun in his hand, but did not point to the car. Instead, he opened his hands and the muzzle of the gun went up.

"No!" Cried old Joe nearby.

Old Mike braked again, just under a meter from the black man's legs.

"Who are they?" Old Mike also took out his gun and asked Old Joe angrily."Hellcat man." Old Joe squinted out of the window. "It should be them."

About five or six black people came down from the front and rear cars. They pointed their guns into the car and approached slowly.

Someone came to open the driver's door, "don't move!" Old Mike put a gun to his chin, and immediately he was also targeted by several guns.

"Hey! Put down your guns, old man, and you too The black man in the way yelled, "it's me! Old Joe, let's talk to you. Aplus is here, right? "

“Fxxk！ You can call me directly when I go out, or send someone to say it! Jamal Old Joe rolled down the window and yelled at the Jamal, "you're killing me like this!"

"I'm sorry, Joe. The South City billionaire in the car never pays attention to us. I can't find a chance to chat with him."

Jamal looked at Song ya through the window. "Come on, big star. Go to the public housing area. Let's have a good chat. It costs me a lot of brain cells to ask you to move me. You boy is very emotional. My staff also said that you may not come to pick Joe out of prison in person. I didn't expect that you would come. "

Song Ya looked at this premature aging face full of excessive sucking, wearing the flower scarf of helltail cat and a little familiar guy. He vaguely heard big a mention that the eldest one of hell's short tailed cats was Jamal. Yes, this man seemed to be the follower of Kennis, not a capable general. But those capable generals are now dead and in prison It's all over. In fact, he has only been in the top position for a long time. Since Kenneth disappeared, the position of hellcat's boss has changed frequently.

"Do you have to go to the public housing area?" Song Ya looked at him coldly, "we haven't had a festival, Jamal, my brother said that he has contacts with you. If there is anything you can ask them to take a message."

"There's something inconvenient to talk to. Come on, big star." Jamal waved the gun in his hand. "Don't put on airs with me."

"Aplus, listen to him." Old Joe advised, "Mike, put the gun down and don't do anything stupid."

There was a lot of broken things, but song Ya was in a bad mood. But the situation was better than people. The hell short tail cat would not kill himself, otherwise he would not be so restrained. "Mike, put down the gun."

Old Mike bit his teeth, rolled his eyes, buckled the gun back, slowly inserted the gun back into his waist, and was immediately given a butt by the guy with his chin, and fainted on the steering wheel.

Linda screamed again.

"Shut up, ladies!" The other side took out several cloth strips, opened all the doors of his own, and covered the eyes of four people skillfully.

"Even Kenneth used to know not to mess with the rich, Jamal. You don't want to see me spend my money on your opponents and the police..."

Song Ya allowed them to do something, but he still tried hard to find a chance to escape. He knew that it was not time to ask for mercy, so he was very tough. "I didn't expect that you would deal with your own people in this way. I'll forget it. Joe is an old man in the gang..."

“Fxxk！ I'm like talking to you! If you hadn't been avoiding us, I wouldn't have done that! "

Jamal pushed him into his car, remained silent all the way, and finally stopped in the public housing area. Sonya could not see him, but could smell the familiar smell of fried food in the corridor when he came last time.

When the elevator was opened, it was pushed around again. Finally, it was pressed on a sofa, and the blindfold was removed. After adjusting to the light, it was indeed the room where Kenneth saw himself. The furniture and furnishings had changed a lot, but the tiger skin on the floor was still there.

"Where are my men?" He only saw old Joe sitting next to him.

"Don't worry, I won't move them." Jamal pinned the gun to his back. "Get out." He lifted his chin toward his men.

There were only three people left in the room. "Kenneth wouldn't use such a low way to get his own people." Said old Joe quietly.

"Beautiful action, isn't it?"

"If it's for ransom and successfully kidnap a billionaire, I can make a lot of money."

"Hey! Aplus is our own! The generation of real m-fxxk is not as good as the one of the generation! " Old Joe scolded with anger.

"Guess how we knew he would show up?" Jamal pointed to song Ya and said to old Joe, "it's not that you boast to everyone you know how much aplus respects yourself in prison. When you get out of prison, you will come to pick it up in person."

"Er..." Old Joe has a red face, "M-Fxxk..."

"Don't waste your time. I can't be missing for long. Otherwise, everyone in my company will start to look for it. It's not hard for them to find here." Song Ya feels that Jamal doesn't want to kidnap himself, which is against the rules in the road. After all, there are a lot of people in the hell short tailed cat who are willing to have a big star who has a vague relationship with the gang.

"OK, I'll make it straight."

Jamal's "rank" is much lower than that of Kenneth. "It's very simple. We used to hand over 70% of our income to GD every year, but now GD has not protected us for a long time. All the sites have to be fought by brothers. I haven't got any instructions above for more than three months. GD is over So I'm not going to pay that again. " He danced up and down in front of them.It turns out that GD should take 70% of the gangs below. It's so cruel. No wonder it claimed to have tens of thousands of shooters in its heyday.

"So?" Asked Old Joe.

"It's a lot of money, and I need help to make it legal." Jamal said, "you have to help."

Once the business is connected with the gang's capital and money laundering, song Ya knows that he can't get rid of it in his whole life.

In fact, the record and film business is a very good money laundering channel. Goodman used to say that he was surprised that helltail cats didn't come to the door to find a way to launder money. It turned out that most of their own income had to be turned in. Recently, the gang war has been fierce, and it is estimated that there is not much money left to wash.

But it seems that this kind of peace and quiet day is coming to an end, song Ya can not see sweat from his forehead.

"The FBI and the IRS are staring at us. Old Joe was sent to prison by the IRS. You don't think money laundering is a simple matter?" He tried to resist with his mouth, and his brain turned fast, thinking about the way out. Money laundering is absolutely not want to get involved, he felt that it was better to spend some money to kill Jamal in front of him, maybe it would be safer.

"Don't bluff me. I've seen how Kennis does things, even though I didn't have a high position in the gang before. Now I has the final say... Joe, don't tell me you haven't washed money for a big man before

Jamal opened the drawer and piled bundles of small cash on the boss's desk. "Look! I can't treat you badly. It's much easier than selling records. "

"Ha ha, you don't understand. We'll all go in and spend our lives in prison."

"I'm old, I just got out of prison, and I'm going to enjoy a free old-age life."

“APLUS？” Jamal shows song ya a bundle of notes.

"Why don't I give you a sum of money every year and find someone else to do it?" Song Ya didn't like it any more.

"Ha! I see. You don't respect me. You all fart when I talk, right? " Jamal pulled out his gun from his back, put his index finger in the trigger, and turned around at will, "this is not a request, it's an order, or I'll kill you..."

"No, let's take our time..." Old Joe is more experienced than Songya. "When I go back to old Joe's music and straighten out the business again, we'll try a small amount of money first. Aplus is not involved for the moment. His goal is too big, and now he is being watched by reporters."

"That's about it, but I'm impatient. I'm going to run out of cash." Jamal nodded. "I want a concrete plan, now."

“APLUS！”

Song Ya knew that old Joe was dragging, and he was quietly giving his grateful eyes. A black voice suddenly sounded behind him, looking very surprised.

"Binny, wait outside first. I'm talking about things!" Jamal angrily denounced the source of the voice.

"Hey! Come on, uncle

A black man came in, only wearing a floral shirt, two M1911 were casually pinned in front of him. He approached song ya, face to face, "do you remember me?"

"Are you?" The other party is very young, song Ya didn't recognize it at first sight, but the voice was a little familiar, "Oh, Binny!? You are... "

He remembered that the shooter who was shouting "long live GD" in the Harlem nightclub was nicknamed "little Binny". However, his looks were quite different. Even if there were some changes in physical development

"It's me, ha ha!"

It's really the wanted criminal. He opened his mouth happily, pointed to two golden and diamond inlaid front teeth and said, "I knocked out those two disgusting big front teeth and adjusted my face. Ha ha, you don't know. I was almost killed by that Mexican quack. He didn't even have a medical license."

This guy didn't finish talking. He didn't seem to pay attention to Jamal. He lifted his shirt again and turned around. "Look, I asked him to help tattoo all those words you sang to k-ci that day. You are my idol aplus. You will never forget how you hated him on stage and couldn't say a word. Ha ha, you are so strong! My companion and I heard the blood surging! Look, is there a tattoo? "

Well, the wanted man is a fan of his own. Song Ya's brain is exploding. "All that talking, boy, stop, heart you dancing, boy, stop..." Sinaloa's lyrics are densely tattooed on the other side's back. It is true that he sang on the stage at that time. The tattoo is very bad, and the cyan font is skew, but there is no big mistake, "no wrong pattern, very beautiful." He said.

"All right, all right, get out, Binny..." Jamal said helplessly in the back.

"Wait a minute."

However, the boss of the gang didn't seem to have any deterrent effect on him. He continued to smile and say, "I told the Mexican doctor that I had a wrong tattoo and killed him. Ha ha Dada, just like the one in Harlem. It's a pity that I was dazzled by the insulting remarks made by k-ci on little Lori. Otherwise, I'd be bragging for the first time

My God It's better not to let the FBI know that he once said these things to me. Song Yaning wishes that he never heard what he said."But it's not bad. Those Harlem people are afraid of us now, aren't they? It's a pity that my companions also told me there

Little Binny has no front teeth and looks more mature. It seems that he has adjusted his lips and nose wings, so he is not as ugly as before. However, song Ya feels a little creepy when he talks about human life. Unlike Kenneth's fierce indifference, he talks about drinking and eating when something very common is said In some places, his behavior is still like that of a child Naive?

"Yes, they were afraid." Song Ya can only follow his words.

"Oh! Oh! Yes

He was excited and suddenly thought of something, pointing to the tattoo on the back, "do you still have this song? I heard the DJ on the radio say it could be a complete song. "

"No, I came up with a word for battle, and I didn't really remember it." Song Ya replied.

"Is it? That's a pity. By the way, I'm back in Chicago now, but I can't continue to use the nickname before. Do you have a name for this song

"Well, Sinaloa." Song Ya told the name of Tianqi song truthfully.

"Cool! I'll be called Sinaloa. You all call me that, OK? How are you, uncle? What about the name? " He was overjoyed.

"It's a South American name, Binny. We're not Latinos."

Jamal Tucao, "Mexico gangs will make complaints about us."

"Damn it, I'll call it this. I've decided." "The doctor who gave me the plastic surgery was Mexican," he said

"All right, all right, get out of here, Binny. I'll talk about it later." Jamal gave him an impatient push.

"Hey! Don't call me Binny any more. I said my name is Sinaloa He flicks Jamal's hand in discontent.

"Get out! Binny! Don't let me say it again! "

Jamal is also on the axis with him. The brain circuits of these gangsters are a little abnormal, "I am the boss, or your uncle! Don't think that you can treat me no matter what you've done in New York. Get out

"OK, ok..."

He spread out his hands and said, "forget it today. Later you will call me Sinaloa..." Mumbling and going out.

"So, fxk Would you like something to drink? "

Jamal asked song Ya and old Joe.

"No more." Song Ya waved his hand.

"Give me coffee. You scared me today, Jamal." Old Joe laughed and complained.

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you and aplus."

This guy doesn't know which one is wrong, or wants to reestablish authority in front of both? "Bring in two coffees for my guests, little Benny!" He yelled at the door with his voice on purpose. At last, the voice dragged on for a long time, "ha ha ha..." And a funny smile.

"Money laundering..." He returned to business.

"I told you to call me Sinaloa..."

Song Ya and old Joe have been lying about for about ten minutes. Binny comes in with two cups of coffee on his face, puts them on the table and leaves with a word.

"The next time you're asked to work, be quick, Binny."

Jamal hands the coffee to song Ya and old Joe.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door, which made song Ya's ears buzzing. He didn't care to receive Jamal's coffee. He immediately curled up and dodged in the opposite direction.

"I told you not to call me Binny

Little Binny came roaring in, smoking from the muzzle of his gun Another shot opened another blood hole in Jamal's chest. At this time, the other side's body fell to the ground, and the coffee cup hit the tiger's skin, making a slight dull sound.

"You can't hear me!"!? Yeah!? You can't hear me! "

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "

Binny Jr. empties the barrel of the gun at the carcass of the helltail cat on the ground.

All of a sudden it was quiet and he was still in the shooting position.

At the door came the sound of disordered footsteps. Several black gangs rushed in. Song Yaxin, who had just recovered from the shock of the shock, raised his voice.

"He's your uncle, Binny!" An old gang member snatched the gun from little Binny.

"He doesn't respect me."

Little Binny was still indignant. The gang members who came in didn't seem to want to do anything to him. They all stared at the corpse of Jamal and said nothing. He let him go to the door and turn around.

"And don't call me Binny again."

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