Chapter 1434

"This boy is the most dissolute FBI I've ever seen in most of my life..."

Andre Sanchez, the target character, takes the suspension of investigation as a rare holiday. In addition to meeting with Steve Keith, Dave Norton and other colleagues in the New York branch to talk about how to survive the internal investigation crisis safely, he goes to bars, watches strip dances and trysts with his lover. He also goes home to accompany his wife and children from time to time, gambles with gang leaders, and occasionally blackmails Street criminals, The life with uncertain whereabouts is very "wonderful".

Old Mike was helpless by him and said, "I simply regard the internal discipline of the FBI as nothing. It's more rampant than vikmckee when he was alive."

Franklin, who was driving, heard Vic's name and immediately looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

"What?"

Old Mike, who was studying the map of New York, didn't notice, but Carl in the back seat saw his little move and asked.

"Nothing."

Franklin continued to concentrate on driving.

Carl didn't take it seriously, but more than ten minutes later, Franklin couldn't help himself and suddenly opened his mouth: "Yo, that... Vic Mackey, is that... The leader of the Chicago Stormtrooper?"

"Yes."

It's not surprising that blacks in the streets of Chicago heard the name of Stormtrooper Vic. Carl nodded, "he was accidentally shot and killed by a black thief."

Franklin curled his lips. "I know the white men of the stormtroopers deserve it. They are all m-fxxk damn racists. I'm glad the light of justice can come."

"Vic was transferred from the Stormtrooper team very early. Did you mix in the streets at that time?" Old Mike narrowed his small eyes and looked at him up and down again. "You're only 25 years old?"

"Twenty six, the same age as your boss."

Franklin was a little guilty of being stared at and pretended to be unhappy and replied to the old man.

"It's yours now." Carl outside the situation scolded his subordinates: "be careful, Franklin."

"Concentrate on driving."

Old Mike doesn't want to continue the conversation. It's the early morning of September 11. Neither he nor Carl can wander around the streets of New York for a long time. They must finish their errands as soon as possible.

Franklin turned the car into a road with Street apartment buildings on both sides. Andre Sanchez's lover lived in one of them. "He's here."

Andre Sanchez is just aimless, but he should not be aware of being watched. No matter where he goes, the private car will not be changed. Old Mike and the three have made clear his habits. He probably comes to his lover for the night at night and drives away very early before dawn.

So when he goes out and gets on the bus, it's the best time.

"I hope there will be no witnesses in the street."

Old Mike had put on makeup, and Carl and Franklin put on hoodies to cover their heads. "Just open the door, right?" Andre Sanchez's car is a new dodge. Franklin said, "it may take more time to start it."

"No, just open the door." Old Mike moved over from the co driver and took over the steering wheel.

"There are no passers-by." Carl, who watches the wind in the back seat, reports.

"OK, ten seconds."

Franklin controlled the car to slide slowly, and then opened the door slightly. When he passed the Dodge, he directly rolled out of the car, bent down and touched the driver's side of dodge, stuffed the flat strip taken out of his arms into the window, and opened the door in ten seconds like magic.

At this time, if he is found, he is considered a car thief at most.

The old Mike who parked the car in front observed again, got off after confirming that it was safe, trotted into the Dodge Car, quickly climbed to the back seat, curled up on the seat, took out the pistol, checked the magazine, and then began to screw the muffler and load.

Franklin closed the door gently, then went back and drove around again, turned back to the far back where he could see this side, and turned off the car.

"Well done, little rich."

Carl patted Franklin on the shoulder and lent money to the people who bought the car. If the other party defaulted, he would ask Franklin to steal the car and never miss it.

"The old man is very powerful." Franklin was also impressed by old Mike's posture just now. "Our cooperation is amazing."

"Ha ha, of course, the closest bodyguard the boss trusts most."

Although the drill had been done in advance, the rabbit finished all this between rise and fall, and looked at Carl directly. "Just now your actions are simply art..."

Around four o'clock, Andre Sanchez, yawning and wearing a tie around his neck, left the apartment building unaware of everything.

"Don't move!"

Old Mike still had time to observe the window of Andre Sanchez's lover's residence in advance. Outside this old apartment building, there are old answering machines corresponding to the upstairs household units one by one. It is easy to touch the room number of the target object. After confirming the safety, he put the cold muzzle of the gun against the back of Andre Sanchez's head and "raise his hands."

Andre Sanchez raised his hands in amazement. Franklin and Carl got out of the car and rushed from behind. Franklin pulled him out of the driver's seat and stuffed him into the back seat. Carl followed in and sandwiched him with old Mike left and right.

"Do you know what you're doing? You're killing yourself! "

Andre Sanchez didn't panic when he saw two old blacks. He thought it was bad luck to meet a small character who wanted to rob. He said to Carl, "give you a choice. Get out of the car immediately after seeing the ID in the bag of my suit... I'll take it as if none of this had happened."

Old Mike didn't bother to talk to him. He hit the butt of his gun on the back of his neck and fainted.

When Andre Sanchez woke up, he found himself in an unmanned building under construction. After moving his body, he found that he was free to move. Only his hands were simply tied together. In front of him, there were two wooden boxes of construction site materials as tables.

In fact, he knows every corner of New York well. When he sees the Manhattan skyline outside, he can even use the familiar skyscrapers as the reference coordinates to report the specific address of the building and the full name of the construction company!

This should be your own territory, "hehe, what do you want from me?" At the same time, he had reflected that the other party could not be a simple robber and asked the white man with a gun in front of him.

"Mike towley, do you remember the name?"

The operation was very successful. Old Mike didn't have to beat around the Bush and went directly to the interrogation stage.

"I don't know what you're talking about... Are you?"

Andre Sanchez squinted. Old Mike, who often appeared with aplus, made him look familiar. Even though he had put on makeup, as a trained FBI agent, he quickly identified each other.

But he didn't dare to break it. The black Pharaoh did it to himself. The black Pharaoh

A chill instantly cooled from head to toe. Aplus, the 17th richest man in the whole meter, once instructed vikmackey to kill an inspector's colleague, dared to let his confidants come directly to New York to do it for himself, which means that he already knew that he had participated in the shooting and would never give himself the opportunity to spread the news again.

"Mike towley is not dead. Where is he?" Old Mike half lied and half asked.

"I don't know. I don't know what you're talking about."

Andre Sanchez answered and looked around. A black man with tattoos was watching the wind at the entrance of the stairs. The other man couldn't see it. He should stand behind him.

Looks like a chance to run? His mind was racing and thinking.

"If you cooperate with us, you won't be ill treated." Old Mike motioned to Carl. Carl brought a suitcase, flattened it on the wooden box serving as a table and opened it.

A box full of 100 yuan bills. He was very experienced. He checked it visually. It was about 300000 yuan.

"It's just a gift." Old Mike said.

This money is only a drizzle for several rich people in the world. What is it? Andre Sanchez pretended to be confused by money and controlled his facial muscles to make a greedy expression, "what do you want to know?"

"Everything, Mike towley's whereabouts, how many people were involved in the shooting, and each name will have a huge bonus... Andre." Old Mike said.

"I don't know. I don't know whether Mike towley is dead or alive. Really, I mean, I know Mike towley is one of the gunmen, but the news I get is that he is dead."

Andre Sanchez replied, "as for the shooting, I don't know who was involved..."

Joking, the black Pharaoh was almost killed and unconscious for several months! I really believe each other's words. I guess my life is over.

"May I remind you? Your boss, Steve case, your colleague, Dave Norton. Dave Norton is the man who claims to have killed Mike towley. "

Old Mike continued to give pressure. "Do you need me to remind you more?"

"Then you should tie Steve up. I'm just his subordinate and never involved in Chicago."

Andre Sanchez shook his head.

Old Mike didn't expect this guy to have a tight mouth. He pushed the suitcase full of green bills forward. "Don't pretend to be stupid, even for the sake of money."

"I really don't know... Ah!"

It was already dawn. Old Mike didn't have much patience. He winked at Franklin and began to use violence.

"Good morning, aplus."

"Good morning."

At eight o'clock in the morning, song Yaren was already in the symphony orchestra practice room. The recording video ABC of conducting the rehearsal of the Requiem of dreams had already been broadcast, but that was not the finished product. Today, the orchestra is going to practice with the choir for the first time. The musicians and Choir members have arrived one after another. Song Yaren greeted everyone who came in.

"OK, one minute."

He is in a good mood today. He also watched the second performance of MJ's 30th anniversary speech last night. At the concert, MJ finally performed a major single in the new "invincible" special school: yourock myworld, which is still the old rhythm and blues plus post disco elements. It doesn't seem to be popular, that is, it's not fashionable or good enough.

So he was more confident, looked at the wall clock, pinched the time and raised the baton.

All the musicians and members of the choir waited quietly. When the baton fell, the full version of the Requiem of dreams began to practice for the first time.

"Ah... Ah..."

The addition of human voice makes the original impassioned pure music more sacred. In addition to fighting the shooting scene flashed back in his mind from time to time, Songya feels very good, "Ka! Uh... Stop, you! Be more decisive! I want you to come in with a storm like effect! "

He trained a few musicians in charge of cymbals, then made some small changes compared with the apocalypse, and bowed his head to record on the command score.

"Don't make up my name!"

In New York, old Mike saw through the lie of Andre Sanchez, "be honest! Now tell the truth and save your life! "

"I really don't know! Help! "

Franklin and Carl are holding Andre Sanchez on one leg and hanging him upside down outside the floor. When he falls, he is broken to pieces. His face has swollen into a pig's head. He has long been afraid and shook his head to cry for help, but even in the daytime, the construction site is still empty, "I say everything! Please! Don't throw me down! "

Old Mike winked and Franklin and Carl dragged him back.

"Hoo... Hoo..." he sat on the concrete floor and gasped.

"Where's Mike towley? What is called? Who's behind you and Steve Case? " Old Mike asked grimly.

"Ha ha ha!"

Andre Sanchez suddenly laughed up like crazy, "I don't know! I'm checking, too! Steve Case hid Mike towley so tightly that they didn't even join the witness protection program. The FBI got the news that Mike towley had been killed by Dave Norton with a sniper gun! "

Old Mike was so angry that Franklin and Carl hung him out again.

"What I said is true! I'm an FBI undercover! He was ordered to approach Steve case to collect evidence of his corruption! "

Andre Sanchez shouted, "trust me, I have no problem with aplus!"

"Continue to make..." old Mike tilted his head, Franklin and Carl let go, let Andre Sanchez enjoy free fall, and didn't catch his ankle until the last minute.

"No! What do you think? "

Andre Sanchez was so frightened that he burst into tears. "Damn it... Around me, please... Why do you think I can easily carry two FBI internal investigations? Do you think I don't want to know Mike towley's whereabouts? I'm trying, too! Why do you think Mike towley is alive? Because he has Steve Case's iron evidence of corruption as an amulet in his hand, Steve Case dare not let him die! "

Old Mike made a WTF mouth when he heard this. Did he really catch people? Half of Andre Sanchez's confession was believed, "just say you know and found it."

"Mike telli should be hiding in New York. Only Steve Keith and Dave Norton know his new identity. But Steve Keith is very alert and never personally deals with suspect. Dave Norton is helping him maintain his single line contact."

Andre Sanchez spoke very fast and said, "but they don't have to keep in touch with Mike towley often. I thought of a way, but there's no clue!"

"Who was behind the shooting? Steve case, a corrupt FBI in New York, can't have that motivation! " Old Mike asked Franklin and Carl to pull him back again.

"I really don't know..."

"Say you know!"

"Tommy motura."

"He's involved, but he doesn't have the ability to command you!"

"I really don't know... Please..."

Andre Sanchez's psychological defense has collapsed under torture. "Steve Case said that Tommy motura was an Italian whose brain was burned by the fire of revenge. I guess motura recruited Mike towley through his friends in Hollywood. It happened that Mike towley planned to wash his hands by pretending to die, so he hit it off with Steve case, They knew each other for a long time... They set up a middle game, motura was betrayed, and Mike towley got rid of his accomplice. It happened that Steve Keith wanted to help Mike towley fake death and ask for aplus's life. "

"Behind Steve Case..."

"Go get him and ask yourself!" The bruised and bloody Andre Sanchez was wronged and died. He summoned up the courage to roar, "I know I told you!"

Old Mike covered his forehead in disappointment. "Details, that's the details of the shooting you know."

"Before the shooting, I went to Chicago according to the order of Steve Keith. Together with Dave Norton, who was working in the Chicago branch at that time, I worked out the escape route of Mike towley's Gang, mainly to select the ambush site for hunting Mike towley's accomplices, and then returned to New York. When I returned to Chicago, I was working with the local field team that I went to support... "

Andre Sanchez finally told the truth.

"Wait, you're helping the FBI investigate Steve Keith's corruption case. You should be the just party, but why are you willing to cooperate with him to kill aplus?" Franklin asked suddenly.

"The Chicago black police paid by aplus killed one of our colleagues. At least Steve Keith told me that we all want revenge. I really don't know who's behind it. Only he knows. Dave Norton doesn't necessarily know."

Andre Sanchez said: "as far as I know, there are people from other law enforcement units cooperating with Steve case, at least killing motura's friends in Los Angeles. The Hollywood eye must be his fellow passer-by."

"How long have you planned?"

The fog of the shooting incident was cleared one layer. Old Mike suddenly realized it, but then he became more and more disappointed. The breakthrough he carefully selected turned out to be a marginal figure, and he also had another layer of identity as an undercover inside the FBI... In a way, he can't be a damn person.

"At least four months, maybe longer. After 2pac died in Las Vegas, Steve Case joked about the plan to disguise aplus's death as blood Gang revenge, indicating that he had a formed plan at that time."

Andrea Sanchez answered, then looked up at old Mike. "I can't live, can I?"

"Deng Deng! Deng Deng Deng! "

The Requiem of dream was played again to the end. The progressive grand rhythm made people's blood flow. Song ya, who saw sweat on his forehead, raised his hand with satisfaction, grasped the beat and clenched his fist smartly. The music stopped suddenly.

“OMG……”

At this time, Carl suddenly muttered to the edge of the floor. The towering twin towers of the world trade center in the distance were emitting thick smoke.

"What's the matter over there?" Asked Franklin.

"Just now I saw something flying into the building." Carl answered.

Andre Sanchez didn't care about this. Taking advantage of the distraction of the two old blacks, he pushed Franklin away, and then climbed to the stairs.

“FXXK！” Franklin followed him with a few arrows, grabbed his collar and dragged the man back.

"Concentrate!"

Old Mike put down his raised hand and scolded them, and then raised his gun again. "Yes, you can't live, Andre... Sorry, we can't risk letting you go."

“FXXKYOU！ FXXKYOU！”

In complete despair, Andre Sanchez tried to open his eyes and scolded old Mike at the muzzle of his gun: "murder an FBI agent? Ha ha, you and your boss will be judged by justice sooner or later! "

"We won't let the past repeat itself." Old Mike answered.

"You deserve to talk about justice?" Franklin sneered.

"Shut up, nger! What justice is involved in the death of a slave? "

When people were dying, Andre Sanchez revealed his nature, "no matter how much money aplus made, we almost killed him like a dog!"

"You fucking..." Franklin punched again.

"Check his hands!" Old Mike suddenly shouted.

Franklin broke Andre Sanchez's clenched fist again and couldn't open it. Carl also came to help, "what a cunning white man..." after the two strong men finally opened it by all means, they found that Andre Sanchez had quietly pulled off a button on his clothes while pushing himself just now.

Old Mike pulled the gun.

Andre Sanchez sat on the ground like soft mud and breathed heavily. Suddenly... He began to laugh wildly and sang hard at the moment when he was about to reach the end of his life. He even used the tune of the classic worker song solidarity forever.

"My eyes witnessed the glory of stepping down the zoo."

"We baptized ourselves with nger's blood and the blood of other bastards."

"We want to overthrow the Jewish puppet government and bring down one Jew after another."

"The white man strode forward..."

"Bang!"

“FXXK！ Fuck you! " Franklin was so angry that he grabbed old Mike's gun and pulled the trigger. The song finally stopped.

"Clean up, you go and get the cement." Old Mike looked at the blood hole in Andre Sanchez's eyebrows and looked at the smoking World Trade Center in the distance, "something's wrong today." Take two people to deal with the aftermath immediately.

"Deng Deng Deng! Be careful, let's go over it again! "

Song Ya cheered loudly and rehearsed. Suddenly, the door of the practice room was knocked open by the muffler, "Yali! Yali! "

Why do you call me a nickname? So many people look at it. Really, song Yasi's black face, "here's a serious Symphony..."

"Watch... Watch TV..."

Are you Hayden? Forget it. There must be something urgent. Songya put down his baton and followed him out.

There are still many staff in the corridor outside, telling, "World Trade Center? What's the matter... Let go, please let go, thank you... OMG! "

When he crowded into the TV set surrounded by countless people with their mouths covered and tears in their eyes, he just saw the live picture of a plane crashing into the twin towers. It had been smoke and fire before. Had he been hit?

Is it because the plane is gone? He suddenly remembered the picture in the Apocalypse song "heart of the Empire MV". The twin towers were gone at that time.

It's today

Song Ya was dull on the spot, and a song came to mind:

From Agincourt to Waterloo

From the battle of Poitiers to the battle of Anju

From the rose war to the Centennial war

Through the battlefield full of blood and tears

The battle of Bosworth landed at Cape oak

The battle of Stalingrad and the siege of Cape York

To the bloody grass of Gallipoli

Unstoppable fanatical killing

From the battle of Bannockburn to the battle of Austerlitz

The fall of France and the blitz of Germany

The cruelest atrocities in the world

Europa's blood bears all this

The rebels hit our land

In the western world hit by fear

The source of all wars

Europa, Europa

Find a bright future in our lifetime

In the name of kindness and encouragement

Lead us to listen to higher calls

The battle of Leningrad and the Berlin Wall

Into Rome and the fall of Byzantium

Blitz and Dresden night

Dropabomb，endthisfight

Neveragain!

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