Before he heard his voice, his ex-wife complained, "I won't let the player I choose to advance!"
"Hip-hop contest rules are like this... Ow!"
As Song Ya was explaining, she slapped her in the arm.
"Huh! Did you watch the replay?" The ex-wife only saw the little Vilas in Susie's arms at this time, did not say much, but screwed a man hard.
"Looking at it a bit, it is not convenient for me to interfere...ii, unless they deliberately make trouble."
"Fart! You call the show crew!"
"Do not hit!"
"are you mad at me!"
Song Ya flexibly dodged various attacks with her head and face covered.
In the early morning, it was raining heavily outside and the bedroom was messed up. Song Ya and his ex-wife were lying on the bed and slumbering.
"vomit!"
At the same time, in a cemetery on the outskirts of the country, a muffler supported a shovel to crawl out of a new hole just dug out of the mouth, and then took off the black scarf covering his mouth and nose, bending over and retching.
"Small down!" The security chief who was watching the wind in the distance lowered his voice to warn, but quickly smelled the unpleasant smell from the pit, and immediately covered his nose.
Only the old Mike didn't respond. The old man climbed down the pit cautiously with a flashlight. There were three of them on the scene, all of whom had been drenched in heavy rain.
There is only one simple name on the tombstone standing in front of the pit: McTorry, with no birth or death year.
Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
At the end of the month, Song Ya had already started to practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and the Requiem of Dreams gradually took shape and sounded in the practice room.
Barenboi, the music director of the orchestra, stood aside with a smile, pressing down while looking at his sweaty lover with a sweaty shirt behind his shirt.
A member of the camera crew was quietly looking after the camera in the corner.
With the baton in his hand flying up and down, Song Ya recalled the scene when he was shot in his mind, and rushed straight to the running horse in front of him, Mawota's call sign in the distance to warn, the fire from the gangster Cui Bo's muzzle...
He shook his head, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the music, sweat running down his temples.
When the music stopped abruptly, the scene was silent for a while, and then there was warm applause.
The members of the film crew have been completely convinced by the personal charm of this self-made wealthy and musical genius, applauded from the bottom of their hearts, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked incomparably admired.
"Thank you." He opened his eyes and politely thanked the band members and film crew.
Then I saw Sloan and Old Mike behind Barenboy.
"gentlemen…"
"Please wait."
He smiled and declined the interview with reporters from Taiwan, then greeted Barenboi and went out to find a quiet place with Sloan and Old Mike.
"We compared McTorry's, and we should be able to confirm that the person who was shot was not him." Old Mike said.
"So... McTorry is still alive?" Song Ya frowned.
"It is very likely that, as a peripheral member of the Colombo family in New York, Andre Sanchez, who was suspected of dealing with the Colombo family power and money from the trio on Peter’s list, should have dealt with him, and it happened that he was killed with a sniper shot that day. It's Dave Norton in the trio again, but he just smashed his face... it's not such a coincidence in the world."
Old Mike said: "McTownley is the brain of the gunman. If he is alive, he should be in a certain witness protection plan and change his face to continue living."
"Well, keep checking."
Song Ya nodded and asked Sloan: "Where is your side?"
"Giuliani appointed a special prosecutor of the New York City Government and is quietly investigating the Lyle Cohen case. Their focus seems to be whether the false news about Lyle Cohen’s escape from the country involved you during the short Vivendi Global. Violations."
Sloan said: "Steve Hines in the trio seems to be cooperating with the investigation."
"These damned guys are so arrogant! Think I really won't pursue the shooting anymore?"
It seemed that those people wanted to die by themselves, dormant for so long, and now they started to act again. Song Ya slapped the window viciously. The wind and rain were still outside, and the rain was flowing down the glass like a waterfall.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1431: Let go when it's time to let go
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Now that Giuliani has appointed a special prosecutor, there is a certain time point for this matter. His New York mayor has expired two terms, and he will leave at the end of the year. New candidates for both sides have been released.
The candidate with a greater probability of being elected is Bloomberg, the candidate of the Elephant Party. Yes, the stock market and Bloomberg, which is worth 4.5 billion, only changed camps from the donkey to the elephant at the beginning of the election. The political orientation is actually closer to the donkey. Next year It is unlikely to continue Giuliani's conservative policy.
Obviously this is in line with our arrangement for Gordon. If Song Ya does not compromise again, the Elephant Party will not be willing to wait for Gordon to leave on January 1st next year as originally planned.
Sloan said it's like grazing, you must speed up and act according to their will, otherwise the cowboys' whip will come.
This time Song Ya is not ready to continue to be soft. Maybe there is a whip behind the whip, and the fbi trio who participated in the shooting of himself has begun to be active again. This is totally unacceptable for himself.
After the shooting, the trio never had any intersection with their own affairs. It was a bit like the incubation period of spies. Maybe a few years later, they felt that the wind had passed. Neither themselves nor the investigating unit of the shooting showed any signs of tracking them down, so Arrogant again.
Song Ya decided that his side would also start to step up. The trio had two flaws. One is that if McTownley in the gunner team really fictitiously died... then it must be in the witness protection plan of the Ministry of Justice.
Anyway, it's definitely not McTownly who is buried in the suburbs. Fbi used this kind of stealth method to protect him, which just shows that he is the key person.
But how to get McTorry’s whereabouts from the Ministry of Justice is still unclear. The level of security must be very high. Cassiti is just a spokesperson for the Ministry of Justice and definitely not authorized. Among the energetic politicians at the federal level, Song Ya At present, I only trust Underwood, and Underwood promised to find a way, but it may not be possible to get it.
Song Ya would definitely not ask the former director Fries or the deputy commander Cheney like a headless fly. That would be like giving someone a handle.
Then there is the second flaw: Andre Sanchez in the trio.
That guy has been initiated twice by the Ministry of Justice for internal investigation procedures because of his affair with the Mafia, and he has both been safely confused by him. He is a standard black policeman who has methods and methods, is greedy for pleasure, walks in a gray area and has a harder background. As long as he spends enough money or puts enough pressure, his tone will not be very tight. Betrayal is for that kind of person. It's as simple as eating and drinking.
So old Mike targeted him for the main breach in the short term, and he has already gone to New York.
As for Trevor, the only one who escaped the French Open, in Alaska and Vic and the private investigators hired by Mike and disappeared after the gunfight, that gangster was too difficult to catch, and there must be no team brain McTorley knew. many.