Chapter 602

Soon, it was the day of meeting with Sinaloa, and Barron chose a waste car treatment plant around 2 a.m.

Song Ya in order to pretend not to know, specially held a party in Highland Park.

"Valentine's day next year? We want to, but it's too tight. The wedding will probably be held on my birthday. Yes, at the end of March, on the 27th

Mariah Carey, who came to Chicago to promote Christmas albums, and he affectionately held hands to greet the guests, "Bedford heights, New York, welcome, of course, welcome, it's a big place, and we're looking forward to your wedding."

The two spent most of their time dealing with friends who were concerned about the date of their marriage. Maria Kelly was so sweet that she couldn't get tired of saying the same thing over and over again.

"Dry mouth..." She drank some wine and whispered in Song Ya's ear, "shall we go to the bedroom and have a rest?"

Of course, song Ya can understand what she means by "rest". In the past, she has always accepted everything, but

"Not tonight, Mimi. I don't want to be out of sight for too long."

"Why?"

"A little trouble, dear."

He did have a little trouble. Unexpectedly, "aplus, is it convenient to talk? Right now. " Four uninvited guests came to the party. They were the FBI again. The lead agent was the same as the last time, but there were two more black people in the entourage.

"So late?"

Song Ya smiles and comforts his fiancee, "talk to the study."

"No way. Criminals don't have a vacation."

The detectives, accompanied by Goodman and Hamlin, walked into the study together and said, "OK, don't waste time..." He put a picture of the dead on the table. "Do you know this man?"

"No Song Ya looked at a young black man in a two-piece suit and died on the roadside, "I don't know."

"His acquaintances told us that he had recently been mixed up with some Chicago accent faces, and that his death was on the same route and at the right time as the vehicle in the Compton radio shooting."

"We have reason to believe that he and his Chicago friends committed the Compton radio shooting, which resulted in one death, two serious injuries, and multiple minor injuries," said a black colleague behind the agent

"Again?" Song Ya was upset. "Although I am willing to keep cooperation with you, can you stop bothering me with this kind of inexplicable thing?"

"You don't want our contacts to follow the normal process in the future, do you?" Hamlin followed his warning.

"The people who were shot include sugnette, mchammer, and Compton DJs who just saw you on the talk show diss."

The two black agents obviously know a lot about hip-hop. It seems that the FBI has upgraded its investigation team. "Do you want us to help you remember the relationship between you? APLUS。”

"Shit!"

Song Ya burst out a rude sentence, "if you really have a memory, you should know that I haven't responded to them in public for a long time. Sugnette's big mouth offended people everywhere, and he didn't just scold me Besides, I haven't been involved in gangster rap for a long time. If you go and check what I've made this year, you should know that I don't need to get involved in this kind of crap again! "

Throwing the Newsweek unfolded on his desk in front of each other, the inside page of this authoritative magazine reports on three businesses he participated in in in 1994 with the title of "aplus's 1994, three 100 million meter knives", including the 100 million yuan chemical plant deal with Dow which came into effect on January 1, the movie danced out a global box office of more than 130 million yuan in my life, and the release of Sony Columbia Records OK, the original soundtrack of the movie with the same name, priced at $14.99, is estimated to sell millions of copies, which is the total sales revenue of hundreds of millions.

The 300 million yuan is totally different from his personal income. However, the cold figures listed in the news are very shocking and sensational to the readers.

"Sorry to disturb you."

The FBI agents didn't bother much. They asked a few more questions and left.

But they didn't leave the mansion in a hurry. A few guys got to the buffet and gobbled, "sorry, you're in charge of driving tonight, ha ha." A fat black agent put a lot of sushi and salad on his plate, ordered a glass of champagne from the waiter, and joked with his colleagues, "I'll help you with the wine."

“Shit！”

"Next time, we can pick a rich man's party time," the colleague said, admiring the party's well-dressed guests as he put his tiny truffle salmon sandwich to his mouth

"Don't dream."

Their white captain was a little frustrated. "This new African light has already hated us..."

"Boss, do you think he's going to be in Compton..." Asked another black agent.

"Don't talk here." The captain pointed out that he was staring at the professional bodyguard from afar. At this time, the pager on his waist rang, "I'll make a phone call and we'll leave here when we get back." He grabbed a passing waiter. "Where's the phone, please?"The three men rushed to seize the time, pouring wine into wine, wrapping doughnuts with paper towels, eating and taking doughnuts, regardless of people's eyes nearby.

"Let's go."

The captain came back with a straight face after the phone call, and the party got into the car outside the villa. "Aplus is unlikely to deal with sugnette. He is too lazy to answer back by sugnette or other people in the gangster rap circle. He really doesn't need to be involved in this kind of thing." Fat black agent said.

"I agree. You're an expert on that."

"But I've just received a tip that Chicago local police have dealt with AK extermination, Harlem nightclub shootings, and recent helltail cat violent crimes. They think Binny and Sinaloa are the same person," the captain said

"What?" The men exclaimed, "why didn't the local police report it?"

"They want to catch the suspect on their own and beat us hard in the face."

The captain was in a bad mood. "We're behind."

"Now that we know it now, tomorrow, oh, it's today. As soon as it's time to go to work today, we'll force the local police to hand in the relevant evidence," said one of his staff

"It's late. It's tonight. It's an abandoned car factory on the outskirts of the city. M-Fxxk！” "I'll be the laughing stock of the FBI tomorrow!" the captain yelled helplessly in the car

"Can't we follow it?" Asked the man.

"Now in the past, if the local police idiots messed up the operation, they would surely put the blame on us." Said the captain.

"We can observe from the outside. Maybe we can have some surprise? It's all in Chicago anyway. " It's suggested by my subordinates.

The captain thought about it. "OK, let's go. Come on! Come on

The car started and roared out of the gate of Highland Park. Four people didn't notice Sinaloa standing at the gate.

"I'm aplus's brother! OK？”

Sinaloa, with his black mink coat open and his big gold chain on his chest, is very angry now. He walks around with his neck stuck and yells at the security guard at the door: "let him come out to see me! Or let me in to see him! M-fxxk！ He said I wanted to see him at any time, he said it himself

"I'm sorry, sir. You don't have an invitation. We can't put you in." The security guard is very dutiful, "please understand, we have to strictly follow the rules. I will help you inform them. May I have your name?"

The man immediately grabbed the wide cuff of Sinaloa mink coat, and he threw it off impatiently. "You tell aplus that he is his friend in the South City, his best friend! The best one! He knows it! "

"Well, Mike, there are a few people who don't have an invitation He said he was Mr. aplus's best friend in Nancheng. He didn't give his name. He was just outside the gate Er, the leader's height is about 1.7 meters, African American, 17-18 years old Yes, the front teeth are gold. Ok... "

A car drove to the door and honked its horn. The security guard immediately signaled to Sinaloa and others, "I've already reported it. Please wait a moment. Er, can you make the way a little bit?"

“Fxxk！ Let him hurry up Sinaloa gave way.

The window of the car rolled down and Michelle, the co driver, handed out a white invitation.

"Welcome, Ms. Michelle. Please come in." After checking the invitation, the security guard politely returned the invitation and opened the automatic iron door.

"Hey! How can the two ngers get in! "

Sinaloa was furious. He tried to rush in and was stopped by several security guards with open arms! M-Fxxk！” The hand reached back immediately.

Michelle's husband started the car and drove in.

"Hey! well! Boss, calm down

The men grabbed Sinaloa's arm. "Don't be impulsive! There are many reporters across the street! "

"Let me in! I'm going in! " Sinaloa's eyes were red with blood.

At this time, old Mike with a large group of bodyguards rushed to the door, "Hey! This man I remember, I met! What about aplus? Where's my brother? " Sinaloa cried out with joy when she saw him.

Old Mike glanced at the cars and motorcycles lined up by reporters across the street. He quickly pulled Sinaloa to the dark place beside the door. "It's not convenient for him to see you now, and it's not convenient for you to appear here."

"I have something urgent! Little Lori, he's in trouble Sinaloa cried out.

"He knows, he will help, I promise! But you should be busy with what you should be busy with now, instead of looking for it in the presence of so many journalists! " Old Mike almost lost his head. It's rare that he speaks so fast.

"Woo Hoo hoo, Barron said that little Lori had betrayed me..." Sinaloa burst into tears and wiped her face with the cuffs of her mink coat.

Old Mike rolled his eyes. "So you go to Barron first, OK? Let Barron be the middleman and contact aplus. "

"Well Sorry, old Joe is missing, or I won't come here to disturb himSinaloa walked into the car and looked back at the brightly lit manor house. "He promised that I could come to him at any time. He said..."

Old Mike watched him and his men drive away, looking at the direction that should be toward the waste vehicle treatment plant on the outskirts of the city. He said to the other bodyguards, "I'm not sure. Let's go and have a look. Let's talk to the boss." He went back to the garage, stuffed the hidden sniper gun into the trunk of Chrysler's Fifth Avenue, drove out, and purposely took the opposite direction to the main road.

Across the road, far from the end of the media fleet in a dark green Cheap Book car.

"The mink boy just now Why do I always feel like I've seen it somewhere? "

There were three black people in the car. The driver was in his twenties. He was wearing hip-hop clothes. He was frowning and said, "yes, I must have seen it somewhere."

"Maybe it's the former follower of aplus, who seems to have been kicked by aplus? Ha ha, sad enough... "

The man in the car said with a smile.

The driver suddenly realized, "yes, voice! I remember. I remember this voice. He was the GD shooter who yelled the gangster disorders in the Harlem nightclub. That's right

"Come on, bragging dad just wants us to keep an eye on aplus. Don't make a fool of yourself." Another partner didn't believe it. "And how could aplus send someone to shoot sugnette? He doesn't pay attention to other people's diss now."

"I'll never forget that voice in my life, OK?"

The driver pulled his earlobe and said, "I'm a professional. Boasting Dad promised to help me out if I catch the evidence of aplus doing something wrong. Although my ears are not as sensitive as him, they are much better than you garbage. I was standing very close to the shooter, and I'll never forget the gangster disorders in my life, and I vaguely heard him mention little Lori

"What about that?" The two guys looked at each other and asked, "I'll go to the pay phone and report to puffy dad?"

"Let's catch up first. There are not many fork roads in the rich area here. Maybe we can catch up with them." The driver started the car and drove with Sinaloa's car in the direction it left. "Maybe I can become a famous brother. Then we will buy a mobile phone by ourselves."

He stepped on the gas pedal excitedly, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand drew a pistol from his waist. "It's time for Chicago people to see the power of Harlem District in New York City."

On the outskirts of the city, in the only simple office building in a used car factory, Barron felt his bulletproof vest under his overcoat and stared intensely at the dark entrance.

"Don't worry, Sinaloa can't run away when he comes in, hehe..."

Armed and armed with an automatic rifle, Vic slapped him heartlessly on the shoulder. "You won't be in danger."

"Wait a minute. The teams need to be clean and tidy. That criminal has a lot of firepower over." In the boardroom, the Sheriff of Vick's police station is constantly coordinating the action through the police walkie talkie, while the Chicago police chief is holding his hands and observing quietly with his assistants and some senior police officers.

"Who's in the back!" All of a sudden, there was a question from a police officer on the walkie talkie, and then the report said, "report, report, here comes the charltz state prosecutor, and the Cook County special police unit At entrance 3, he wants to speak to you, Mr. over

“WTF？”

Vic was stunned.

"Charltz, it's very likely that you're going to disrupt our action tonight!" Said the chief of Chicago police, grabbing the walkie talkie.

"You don't inform SWAT about criminals who like to use Uzi? Let's go. It's almost two o'clock. " Charltz's voice came from the walkie talkie.

“Fxxk！ He wants to take credit for it. This guy who is about to "leave work" wants to take credit for us! " Vic yelled.

"Shut up, Vic." The director reluctantly replied, "let them in over."

Charltz quickly opened the door of the plank house. The special police officers armed to the teeth he brought outside had begun to disperse and hide in all corners of the factory. "The special police team is in place, the special police team is in place, and there is no target vehicle over."

"You're going to be bad, you're going to ruin our business, charltz!" Vick stares at him, butts him with a beer belly and complains to the director: "we can handle it! You don't need those junk swats

"Maybe, 'your business'..."

Charltz gave him a contemptuous look, saying, "all groups, all groups, give priority not to use weapons to subdue the target. If there is an exchange of fire, try to aim at the non vital parts. I want to live, repeat, I want to live. Over！”

"Over."

"Attention, attention! There are cars approaching, two, over. "

The sheriff had to order: "teams are ready to go over."

Vick ran to the outside of the board room to see. The beams of light from the two car lights were far away in the night, and the speed of approaching was not low. He turned around just in time to meet Barron's frightened eyes and quietly gave a soothing look. Then he did not go back at all. He scratched his bald head and found the stormtroopers outside in the shadow."What to do?" The man asked in a low voice, "do you have money to live with?"

"Nonsense, of course not."

"Well..."

“Fxxk！” Vic smashed the crushed car with his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "there's always a way. Follow me..."

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