Chapter 598

Two days later, Chicago.

"And Peter?"

Song Ya leaned aside to let the movers carrying their desks pass first, and then walked into the campaign headquarters where the office equipment was being removed. The ribbons, balloons, campaign slogans and posters for the celebration dinner were still hanging.

"He's waiting for you in the office, but he's got a hangover."

"Everyone was so happy last night," said Eli, who was beaming with joy

"I'm sorry I wasn't there." Song Ya said with a smile: "congratulations on taking back the throne of Cook County state prosecutor."

Because a black woman suddenly ran for the state prosecutor's office and killed charltz with a black horse gesture, she became Peter flock's main opponent. Therefore, in the middle and late period of the election, Michelle and other black political activists joined the same race camp and opposed Peter. This is tantamount to a complete political break-up between the two sides. Song Yashi appeared at the election site in person to endorse Peter when it was not convenient. He had to wait until the dinner party was over and come back low-key.

"The campaign was unexpectedly fierce, and we won a lot, but it helped us expand our base of loyal voters."

Said Eli. It is true that the more intense the election, the higher the probability of losing the election. But because the public's attention will increase, as long as they can win, the more political capital they will get. This is a double-edged sword.

"Jackie." Eli hugs an elegant white woman outside the office.

"Can't Peter rest a little longer?"

This old lady, who is very similar to Shirley Fleming, the editor in chief of Americana music, does not seem to like Eli very much. She takes a steaming cup of coffee and looks at him displeasantly. Then she looks at Song ya, and blocks at the door.

"Don't be a Jackie, aplus is one of Peter's biggest funders."

Eli took the old lady's shoulders, moved her to a position and opened the door.

"Oh, thank you for supporting my son." The old lady didn't complain about Eli's impolite behavior. She shook song Ya with a smile. "There are not many people who are reasonable like you. Those black people who attack Peter..."

"Shut up, Jackie..."

Eli grabbed the coffee from her hand. "Come in, aplus. Don't pay attention to her or what she says."

"Sorry."

Song Ya pleaded guilty to the pursed old lady and walked into the office.

"Who?" In the dark office, Peter flock was sleeping on the sofa. He lifted the blanket and covered his eyes with his hand. "Eli, close the door, please."

"Congratulations on your election, Mr. flock."

Song Ya said to the other party who just sat up.

"Oh, it was hard, but in the end I won." Peter flock took the coffee from Eli's hand, took a sip, and then sighed contentedly, "I didn't expect that my enemy was not charltz in the end."

"The political energy of African Americans has become a climate in Chicago."

Eli was a little worried about the campaign that had just ended. "That woman raised less than one tenth of our campaign money, but it caused us a lot of trouble."

"Yes." Peter got up tired and sat down behind his desk with coffee. "Your speech about courting young voters helped me a lot, Eli."

"Hey, hey."

Eli was very happy after he was praised by him. "Let me say it. It's cool for young people to be honest that I've been in prison. Your speech about improving prison treatment has won their hearts..."

Then the door was pushed open, "why don't you turn on the light?" The old lady came in again with a small plate of sugar. "Peter, don't drink so bitter." He turned on the light in the room and dropped the sugar into Peter's coffee cup.

"Mam, I'm at work..." The middle-aged politician, who was very dignified and dignified in front of outsiders, could only complain so helplessly.

"Pay more attention to rest." The old lady smiles and explains to song ya, "he likes to drink with sugar."

"All right, all right, go out." Eli drove her away and locked the door.

"Eli." Peter held his forehead and called his name.

"What?" Eli asked, then looked at him, and then looked at Song ya, who was silent. Finally, he responded, "Oh, OK, OK, you talk..." He opened the anti lock door and left.

"Something urgent? Aplus, sit down. " Peter pointed to the seat in front of him.

"Yes."

At this time, he came to me and said that there was no urgent matter, and the other party would not believe it, and he was really angry. "Peter, I need you to help me solve a problem."

To kill Sinaloa, he doesn't want to dirty his hands. He can only do it through the law enforcement agencies. Cassidy, who is the father of the Stormtrooper team, still comes to Peter first.

"Go ahead."

"I was harassed by a gangster in Chicago who even showed up outside my Los Angeles apartment the day before yesterday."

"I see." Peter picked up the phone and dialed, "let..."

"No, Mr. flock, I don't want to leave any testimony or police records." Song Ya quickly stopped him from looking for his men. "I hope you can use that guy's other criminal names."“OK。”

Peter put down the receiver and yawned. "The gangster who gives you a headache must have been a good one. I may know his name."

"Sinaloa." Song Ya said.

"The new boss of the hellcat?" Peter looked at Sonya and a smile appeared on his lips. "Can't you stand him?"

"That guy is crazy."

Song Ya knew that he knew his background very well. Maybe now he was happy that he was fighting with hellcat.

"No problem. I'll set up a special action team against him when I take office." Peter readily agreed.

"Take office? No.... "

If you succeed in the election, you have to wait until January 1, 1995. There is still more than a month to wait for song Yake to wait. "We must solve him as soon as possible. I say that means he can't become my real trouble in the future, forever."

It's time for him to release the terrorist power of the billionaire in the capital society. He doesn't intend to maintain his image in front of the politicians who accept his large amount of money. He wants something in return and says, "I can't wait. That's why I came here at this inopportune time."

Peter's eyes narrowed. "I.e. using methods that are not very legal?"

"Yes."

Song Ya turned back and locked Eli's closed door. She came back and said in a low voice, "he has threatened my child. This is my bottom line. I can't let him continue to act recklessly outside."

"So you really have a bastard?" Peter laughed. "With that Hollywood porn star?"

"She's not a porn star Come on, it doesn't matter. Please help me solve this matter as soon as possible. "

"You may not know aplus yet. I'm worried about how to reduce the crime rate in my district after taking office. I have to keep my campaign promise."

Peter took a sip of coffee and said, "so I'm going to hold a meeting with the leaders of Chicago's major gangs through the middleman next January, so that they can stop fighting each other and fight for territory, and maintain peace..."

WTF？ Elected state prosecutors summon black boss for peace conference? It's too damn magical, "no, do they want it?" Song Ya was a bit caught off guard.

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Now the gangs in Chicago are killing like a river of blood. They can't stand it. But if you take the initiative to stop, you will lose their prestige in the gang, so They are missing a step now, and I will give them this step... "

Hehe, this guy, when charltz was in office, the front-line police officer turned a blind eye to the gang killing. Isn't it you who were behind the scenes? Now it's your turn to take office and try to calm down the situation and reduce the crime rate?

Well, this is the kind of politician with no bottom line in Chicago, so Sonya's first target was to choose him, "you're not going to list Sinaloa as one of the peace negotiators, are you?"

"Yes, but I've heard he's too hot." Said Peter.

"As I said, he's crazy."

"Hoo..." "Aplus, I can't do anything to Sinaloa after taking office, or it will destroy the tacit understanding between the major gangs and me."

Ha! So what kind of special action team did you say was just perfunctory? This group of politicians, like to eat dry wipe clean, "I have always been firmly supporting you, Peter, and will be, because you have all the good qualities a politician can have. Listen to Eli. You're going to run for the next governor of Illinois? "

Song Ya knew that he was planning, so he put a benefit and waited quietly.

"Before I took office, we settled this matter."

It's not hard for the cook county prosecutor to deal with a southern city gang boss, so he didn't think about it for long, "can you continue to trust Vik McGee?"

"It should be."

"OK, then we'll keep in touch with him." Peter turned back and held out his hand.

"OK."

Song Ya and his hands on, "I have a little request."

"Say it."

"I don't want to see little lorry appeal."

"I can't control it." Peter frowned. "I can't influence criminal proceedings, and he's in San Diego, and key witnesses have been murdered."

"You have a way, don't you? Peter, you must have... "

"Well, well, you just don't want to see him out of prison, do you?"

"Yes."

"I see." Peter clapped his arm with a smile. "Don't worry about aplus. You don't seem to have a good rest?"

"Yes, I have been tortured by this for two days."

"We all need a good sleep."

"Well, then I won't disturb you."

Song Ya walked out of his campaign headquarters. The cool wind blew, and the pressure in his heart was lightened. "Derry's phone call." Linda, who is waiting in the car, delivers his cell phone to him."Hey, Derry..." Had to pick up the spirit, smile to take the mobile phone to say hello.

“Yo…… Aplus, it's me. " There was sugnette's voice coming from inside.

"Oh." Song Ya agreed, but he was not very happy. Derry had a tacit understanding with himself. He had always separated his friendship with sugnette. Unexpectedly, he began to help sugnette deliver messages.

"When will this year's Chicago conference be held? Dre said you haven't sent a notice yet Asked sugnette.

"Fxxk you sug, can you stop making this idea year after year? You're not in the Chicago conference. OK？” It's not boring enough! Song Ya scolded.

"Damn you, I'm just asking." Sug retorted.

"I'm very busy this year. Let's talk about it at the beginning of next year." Song Ya wants to hang up.

"Don't think sending a few shooters can scare me. Aplus, they only give me tickle. The blood Gang won't sit by and watch this matter." Sugenet threatened.

"WTF what the hell?"

Song Ya was puzzled, "sug, I'm too lazy to talk to you, do you know? I don't care about you! You don't deserve to be a gunner! "

“FxxkYou！”

“Fxxkyou！ Go back and eat your own X! "

"You eat yourself!"

"You eat yourself!"

The two ended their conversation with each other. In Compton, Los Angeles, sugnette, with a bandage on his arm, swore and threw the phone back to Derry. "You're right, not him."

Snoopy Dogg is standing against the wall, 2pac is half lying on the sofa, mchammer is holding the cross in both hands and sticking it to his forehead to read words. On the small radio in the corner of the room, an interview program from a small New York radio station is playing.

"The blood Gang said they would give the strongest response to the Compton radio shooting. What do you think of this? I heard some rumors Say you did it? " The DJ asks, "is there anything you want to clarify? Bragging dad."

"I'm very sympathetic to what happened to my brothers on the west coast. Really, although my relationship with them has become a little bit delicate in the past six months."

"But what I'm going to say here is: I want them to be clear headed, you know? It's a conspiracy. It's a conspiracy that smart people will do. The purpose of that person is to stir up the hostility between the East and the west coasts. If you listen to the rumors, you will be cheated. It's not good for the rap circles on the East and west coasts. "

"So you didn't do it?" DJ asked.

"Of course, why should I do such a thing? It's not me. It's very simple. Who can make a profit from it? Who is really behind the scenes? " "I must appeal to you to stay awake and sit down and have a good talk..."

"It's him! It must be the asshole Sugnette gnawed at the radio.

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