Chapter 661

"Miss Kelly, wow, you look beautiful today."

The southern lawyer is an old hand. He and Jimmy's ideas coincide. The protest has not received response from Chicago police and the FBI for the time being, but the media moved, and the main target police and firefighters union could not sit still.

Vick and Sean are their own people. It's hard to say no more. Union representatives soon visited Cassidy, and then promised to put pressure on the FBI and organize a larger scale demonstration. If they still can't get satisfactory results, they will even hold a strike to support.

"Aplus, talk alone?"

Eli paid a good compliment to Maria Kelly, and then proposed to meet Sonya alone.

"Sorry."

"He's going to accompany me to see Givenchy designer John Galliano."

"Er..." Eli is a little surprised and looks at Song ya.

"If there's something urgent, I'll talk for a while, Mimi." Song Ya asked with a smile on his face.

"Only for a moment!"

Maria Kelly gave an impatient look and walked away.

"You are..." Song Ya has been tight lipped in the case of catching traitors, and even Da a has not dared to say it, so Eli has no idea.

"Oh, don't mention it. I've been caught by her."

Song Ya helplessly takes him to the study.

"I'm Peter's campaign manager and your crisis pr. I seem to have been targeted by the FBI, so to make a long story short."

Eli said, "Peter and Alicia will come to New York the day after tomorrow to attend your wedding."

"Did he finally show up?"

Song Ya with some resentment said: "if he is willing to intervene in the first time, it should not be the way it is now."

"I'm sorry, Peter has his difficulties. The FBI has killed an inspector. They hate Vic so much that they even want to be illegally detained by the Stormtrooper family afterwards."

"Peter was under a lot of pressure," Eli said

"I don't understand why Vic was involved in the murder of the FBI..."

According to his own "human settings", he would never know what Vic had done, so song Ya immediately shook his head and complained, "this is too strange."

"The FBI certainly has more solid evidence..."

Eli explained: "but now things have changed. Conservative white groups from the South have joined in. Vic's daughter works well with them. Do you remember Cassidy? Your classmates used to work for your record company

"Of course I do."

I can't hide from Peter about her and Cathy. After all, she helped Cassidy find Peter's helper scholarship. She also accompanied herself to the golf course to meet Peter, in order to help Vic seek his reinstatement.

I just don't know what Peter told Eli. I didn't pay much attention to him before. Songya doesn't remember whether Eli had heard of her closer interaction with Cassidy when she was in and out of a + records. "Now, the FBI hasn't responded yet?" He asked.

"Yes, before I came, they just gave a formal reply to the police and fire staff. The reason why they arrested four stormtroopers was an old case in 1988."

"In this way, the lawyers assigned by the police and firemen Union will soon be able to see Vic and them," Eli said

"Well."

Song Ya looked at the old Mike at the door, "so everything will return to the normal track of ordinary cases?"

"It's almost like that. The FBI may use some other tricks, but they can't afford to delay it for long." Eli replied, "it may be necessary for Peter to talk to you in person."

"That's it. I see." Song Ya nods.

"Oh, by the way, Goodman came to me to talk about campaign donations, and he said that the third donation needs to go through another process, which needs to be delayed for a while, right?"

Peter can't tell Eli too much about it, so the main purpose of Eli's trip is to send messages, which is to fund the campaign.

"I'm so busy with the wedding that I don't have the energy to deal with these little things. You'd better talk to Goodman. I'm sure I won't make any trouble for Peter. It's just a small sum of money."

Song Ya throws the pot to his lawyer.

"Aplus, we've been working together for so many years, and I know that you rarely make such mistakes, unless they're intentional." Eli didn't approve.

"Well, Eli, I'll talk to Peter about it in person. Remember, besides being his campaign manager, you've taken my PR money, and you're working for me."

I didn't expect to be exposed by Eli face to face. It seems that between Peter and himself, Eli Xin is still at Peter's end. Song Ya secretly gives him a score. It seems that in the future, crisis public relations will have to try other people. For example, Ms. Sloan in Washington last time is good. The task of PR textile quota has been done cleanly, and the industry reputation is much bigger than Eli.

"I'm sorry, aplus, but I hope you two will continue to work together." Eli explained."Of course, certainly."

Song Ya nods.

Peter's willingness to attend his wedding shows that he may have made a decision to continue to maintain the relationship with himself. Then, Vic's matter must be settled in a beautiful way, otherwise everyone will not be able to do well. The FBI is playing a real game this time.

In Chicago, a lawyer assigned by the police and firefighters Union has sat outside the meeting room with two assistants. According to the FBI's arrangement, he will meet with Vic and other four people for the first time.

"Excuse me, it's time for the meeting. You can..."

The lawyer kept looking at his watch. Five minutes had passed since the scheduled meeting time, but no one came to take care of himself. He went to his counterpart, the FBI staff.

"There was a bit of an accident and we're dealing with it."

Answer.

"What accident?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure, but the meeting will be delayed by about an hour."

"Don't make a fuss, or the Chicago police and firefighters Union will immediately organize a strike."

The threat of anger from lawyers.

The other party did not look up, continued to be busy with the computer screen, and did not respond.

He was delayed until 5 p.m. before he met the first Stormtrooper. One of the other two, except Vic and Sean, chatted with each other about the latest situation and basic rights and interests. He was told that the meeting time was up, and then it would be off work soon. Please come back tomorrow.

"You're playing tricks!" The lawyer protested angrily, "I'm going to see Vicky early tomorrow morning, and I'll be the first to see him!"

"Vic McKee."

In the evening, several heavily armed FBI field agents opened the iron door of Vic's cell, checked his shackles, put a cloth bag around his head, lifted it up and walked out.

"Wait, wait, where are you taking me?"

Vick struggled hard. The dark wound of being beaten in the past two days hurt faintly, but he couldn't care about it.

His situation is completely different from that of Sean, the main attack direction. An agent in charge of interrogation often gets angry and then gives him a heavy blow with thick legal books.

"Change a place for you."

Field response.

“Fxxk！ I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer! " Vick immediately smelled something wrong. He struggled harder and yelled.

Immediately, he was given a stick on his back, and he gasped with pain, "this gift is for The inspector sent it to you His attacker also read the name of the detective he had killed in his ear.

"Fxxk, I don't know anything!"

Of course, he would never admit that he couldn't see anything. He should have got on the elevator according to his feeling. When the elevator arrived, the cold feeling should be from the underground parking lot. Yes, he smelled the gasoline smell of the parking lot.

"Who do you think I am? What kind of rookie, little Lori? I will never leave Chicago! "

Vick's heart under the headgear is fierce. He knows that once he leaves Chicago, he will be completely finished. Just like killing a detective that day, his tongue starts to lick his lower lip. Then, he stealthily reaches out a small cement block hidden in his sleeve, which he pinches from the cell floor.

"Let's go."

He was pushed into a door, then left and right, and two field workers clamped him tightly in the middle, and the car started.

He lay back on his back with his hands naturally between his legs.

About half an hour later, the car came to a plane and stopped.

"Fear is useless now, Vic."

The field picked up his arm and felt him shaking all the time.

"Fxxk, what's this?" Another field worker suddenly yelled.

Only to find that Vic was pulled up under the foot has accumulated a large pool of blood, "look at his hands!" Vic's wrist arteries are frazzled and bleeding. It's still cold in Chicago at the end of March. His cotton prison pants are full of blood, and the inside of the trousers has turned dark red.

"This guy!" Field to lift the headgear, Vic has fainted in the past, the teeth began to bump unconsciously, the body kept shivering.

"Ambulance, I need an ambulance!" The field yelled at the walkie talkie.

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