Chapter 648

"The plan you submitted was approved by director Frith himself."

The next day, the director of the FBI office building in Chicago called Carl Letterman to his office. "The Simpson case has changed a lot. You know, the bureau is short of staff. I can only send a special operation team composed of capable agents, an evidence investigation team and a field team under your command. You can also contact one secret operation potential of the Department of justice through my single line Undercover inside the Chicago police station. I'll give you other support if necessary. Wait for the team leaders to come to the meeting. Do you have any other requirements? "

"Not yet."

Carlettman and her partner looked at each other with pride, and then put Sean's file on the sub director's desk. "I just need the field team and a fresh agent to deal with this person first. As soon as possible, I'd better start tonight."

"No problem. We'll have a meeting to make a concrete plan."

Bedford hills, New York.

"You can't always think like this. It's a Mimi! Can't you bear a little bit and carry out the plan after we've made a plan? " With the wedding approaching, Sonya and Maria Kelly quarrel more and more frequently. This time, it's about small things. Maria Kelly just canceled her cooperation with a local flower company and ordered flowers directly from Holland.

"The deposit of tens of thousands of dollars is totally free! And these... "

Song Ya severely kicked the cardboard boxes piled up in the warehouse, "you can't just discard them according to your heart. These are all money!"

"I'd love to."

"If you don't want to pay, it's all on my account."

"It's not about money, OK? Mimi, don't "put it on my account, on my account" as soon as you hear what I have to say! We can't spend our energy and time on these details. The manager of that local flower company has been pestering me for nearly an hour

Song Ya's hands are compared with hip-hop gestures.

"I want everything to be perfect, a perfect wedding, you promised me." Mariah Carey didn't pay any attention to him. She turned and walked away.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kelly. Aplus is small and so controlling. You know him." Linda followed her in a whisper.

"Shut up, Linda. Don't always help her to blame my control for everything."

Song Ya was even more angry, "let's forget about the flowers, never do it again!"

Mariah Kelly didn't soften up and left the warehouse with her long hair. He just walked out of the villa and saw her father chatting with Jesse Jackson, the black equal rights leader, on the lawn in the distance. Her eyelids trembled at that time. "Didn't I let that guy come?" He tried to suppress his anger and asked Linda in a deep voice.

"Jesse Jackson? It seems that he wants to run for the grand commander again next year. He may ask you to raise money. Although he can't live in the lower half of his body, with his current leadership position, our black community can only support him unconditionally, and some black people can't help it. He's the best choice for your officiating priest Linda thinks he's referring to Jesse Jackson, who has been involved in a lot of love scandals.

"It's not the old woman. I'm talking about her father." Song Ya said.

"Well That's Miss Kelly's father. Every girl wants to take her own father's hand in church and hand him over to her future husband Linda was surprised.

"She had promised me not to let her father and sister be present before, and she did."

Song Ya didn't go to say hello to them and went straight back to the study.

"Boss, aplus, her father has compromised in order to be able to attend the wedding, and has no longer insisted that her troublemaker's sister be present. This is the best result. Her father is a good man, after all, he is an aviation engineer who works in Houston seriously."

Linda came along to help explain, "don't get too involved. You've been showing signs of premarital phobia recently."

Song Ya saw a pile of slide projector film on the table, in which there were photos of two people from small to large. They were ready to use them in the wedding review ring. They picked up Maria Kelly's photos from 1992. Compared with her in her mind, she was even more angry. "You see, now I'm much fatter than before. My body management plan has failed completely, so she has nothing really happened You're listening to me

"I think she's more beautiful than she was in '92. It's just right that she's not fat or thin." Linda said with a smile.

"Hum."

Song Ya's head is full of paste.

In the evening, taking advantage of the fiancee's panting mood, "honey, the premarital party..."

"Do you have to say that at this time?" Maria Kelly chuckles and hugs her fiance.

"Don't go to Las Vegas, will you?"

"No, it's going. Patty and Brenda have arranged." She pursed again.

Song Ya was too lazy to talk, turned his back to her and closed his eyes.

"I'm not happy again..." She teased, "mean man."At the same time, Vic appeared in the back lane of the bar on the street of Chicago. He first observed that there was no one nearby, so he went to the car where Sean had stopped. After hitting it with a small hand, he found nothing abnormal. Then he went to check the car next to him.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly found a special pass under the front glass of a nearby car, which was used to get in and out of the FBI Chicago office building.

"Hey, Sean, you've been lucky these two days."

The back lane door is pushed open, Sean and his friends hook up, and Vic dodges to hide in the dark.

Several old friends complained to Sean, "how much did you lose today? New people. " They asked a man in his twenties smiling after Sean.

"I didn't remember, maybe Two hundred? More than 300... " The young man's face was full of chagrin.

"Not enough. You have to pay more tuition, man."

Sean patted him on the shoulder with pride, then exchanged a few goodbyes with them, and each of them got in the car and left.

Vick watched the "new man" get into the car with an FBI pass and walk back to the car he had hidden two blocks away.

Expressionless face is driving on the way home, in front of the police lights flashing, a police car stopped in front.

He had to pull over and stop, "please show me..." Two police officers went out of the window.

"Hey, I'm not speeding." Vic rolled down the window, squeezed out a smile, and lit up his police ID.

"Deputy sheriff?"

Seeing his official duties, the police officer saluted and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr Deputy Sheriff, there have been a lot of African Americans taking advantage of this opportunity to make trouble recently. We are on duty. Excuse me... "

"I understand. You've been working so late." Vic was released.

When the car started again and was about to put his ID card back into the glove box, he saw a picture taken with the Stormtrooper brothers before. He took it out with some sadness and put it in front of the steering wheel while driving. In the picture, he and Sean held their arms tightly, and both of them were laughing very badly.

His dark facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his eyes showed a confused light again. He just saw the neon light of a bar on the street. He turned the steering wheel and went to sit in front of the bar inside and asked for a beer. He drank and pondered.

"Sorry, we're closing."

It was not until four o'clock in the morning that he left the bar and drove home again.

"Hey! What are you doing? Honey, give me a fright

He pushed open the door and turned on the light. Suddenly, he saw his wife sitting in the living room staring at him coldly. He felt that his wife was not in the right mood, and exaggerated to hold his chest for fun.

"Vic, we need to talk about it."

The wife pushed the document on the table in front of her, "you can't do this anymore. You haven't been seen all night. I ask you where you're going. This is the divorce agreement. Sign it."

"Did you go to a lawyer?"

The two had been fighting many times before, but Vic didn't expect his wife to actually act.

"Yes, I can't stand it, Vic. I didn't expect that when you got promoted..." "I hope there is a man in my family who can help me, not a policeman who doesn't care about everything like you."

"I don't care!"

Vic was furious. "How much did I pay for this family?"!? How do you think our children can be included in the best private hospitals? There is nothing that doesn't need to be paid for! "

"Well, well, I don't want to quarrel with you at night. The children are sleeping."

His wife didn't understand him. She kept shaking her head. "I've decided. Either you sign it now, or you can talk to my divorce lawyer."

"I won't divorce."

Vic tore up the document furiously, went to the bedroom to get a bed quilt, went to the sofa to get clothes and sleep, all the old feelings are ignored, now he has a firm heart. After a short sleep, he opened his eyes in the ringing of the bell. He didn't care about anything at home. He drove straight to work, pretended to be an inspector, and said hello to his colleagues with a smile. He opened the register of prisoners temporarily held in the police station.

Soon, he saw the black faced prison photo of the gangster who was beaten by Sean in the street before. He remembered the other party's home address and release date in his heart. At night, he appeared in the South City Black district and parked his car opposite a dilapidated building on the address.

After observing for several hours, he felt that there was no one in the house, there was no car in the street, and all the nearby residents were sleeping. He put black socks with two holes in his head. He opened the door and got out of the car. He crossed the road. After a few steps to the front door, he unscrewed the lock for ten times, and then he went into the house without leaving any trace. Many years of experience told him, It is impossible for these gang members not to hide guns in their homes. Sure enough, he found an iron box in the water tank of the toilet. He took out the left wheel and put it in his pocket, and left quietly.

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