Old Mike didn't bother to talk with him, and hit the back of the neck with a rifle **** and fainted.
When Andre Sanchez woke up, he found himself inside an unmanned building under construction. He moved his body and found that he was able to move freely. Only his hands were simply tied together, and two construction site materials were stacked in front of him. The box serves as a table.
In fact, he knows every corner of New York, after seeing the Manhattan skyline outside, he can even use the familiar skyscrapers to compare the coordinates and report the specific address of the building and the full name of the construction company!
This should be his own territory, "Hehe, what do you want from me?" At the same time, he had already realized that the other party could not be a mere robber, and asked the white man with a gun in front of him.
"MacTorry, do you remember this name?"
The action was very successful, and Old Mike didn't need to be circumspect and went directly to the interrogation stage.
"I don't know what you are talking about... are you?"
Andre Sanchez squinted his eyes, and the old Mike who often appeared with APLUS was too familiar to him. Even with makeup, as a trained FBI agent, he quickly recognized the identity of the opponent.
But he didn't dare to scream, the black pharaoh did it to himself, the black pharaoh...
A chill instantly went from head to toe. The seventeenth richest man in all meters, APLUS, who once instructed Vic McGee to kill a detective colleague, dared to let the cronies around him come directly to New York to do something on him, then it means he already knows I have participated in the shooting, and I will never give myself a chance to spread the news.
"McTunley is not dead, where is he?" Old Mike asked half-little.
"I don't know, I don't know what you are talking about."
While Andre Sanchez answered and looked around, a black man with tattoos all over his body was watching the wind at the top of the stairs. The other could not see it, and should be standing behind him.
Looks like there is a chance to run? His mind is spinning fast, thinking about it.
"Working with us will not treat you badly." Old Mike motioned to Carl. Carl brought a suitcase over, flattened it on the wooden box that served as the table, and opened it.
A box full of hundred yuan bills, he was very experienced, and he visually inspected it. It was about 300,000 dollars.
"This is just a meeting ceremony." Old Mike said.
This amount of money is just a drizzle for a few rich people in the world. What is it? André Sanchez pretended to be fooled by money and controlled his facial muscles to make a greedy expression, "What do you want to know?"
"Everything, MacTorley's whereabouts, how many people were involved in the shooting, every name will have a huge bonus...Andre." Old Mike said.
"I don't know, I don't know whether McTorry is dead or alive, really, I mean I know McTorry is one of the gunmen, but the news I got is that he is dead."
André Sanchez replied: "As for the shooting, I don't even know who was involved..."
Just kidding, the black pharaoh was almost killed and was in a coma for a few months! I really believed the other party's words, and I guess my life would come to an end.
"Do you need me to remind you? Your boss, Steve Case, your colleague, Dave Norton, Dave Norton is the one who claimed to have killed McTorley."
Old Mike continued to put pressure on, "Is it necessary for me to remind you more?"
"Then you should tie Steve, I'm just his subordinate, and I never participated in Chicago."
Andre Sanchez shook his head.
Old Mike didn't expect this guy to have a strict mouth, and pushed the suitcase full of green bills forward, "Don't pretend to be stupid, even if it’s for the money,"
"I don't know... Ah!"
The sky was brightening, and Mike didn't have much patience, so he winked at Franklin and began to use violent methods.
"Morning, APLUS."
"morning."
At eight o’clock in the morning, Song Yaren was already in the symphony orchestra practice room. The short documentary ABC, which directed the rehearsal of the Requiem of Dreams, had been broadcast, but that was not a finished product. Today, the orchestra has to practice with the chorus for the first time, the musicians and the chorus. The group members have arrived one after another, Song Ya greeted everyone who came in.
"OK, one minute."
He is in a very good mood today. He also watched the second session of the 30th anniversary of MJ’s debut last night. In the concert, MJ finally performed a new title single from the new album: YouRockMyWorld. , Still the old rhythm and blues plus post-disco elements, not very popular, that is, not fashionable enough, nor good enough.
So he was more confident, looked at the wall clock on the wall to check the time, and raised the baton.
All the musicians and chorus members waited quietly. When the baton fell, the first full version of the Requiem of Dreams began to practice together.
"Ah...ah..."
The addition of vocals made the original impassioned pure music even more sacred. In addition to fighting the shooting scene that flashed back in his mind, Song Ya felt very good, "Ka! Uh... stop, you! Be more decisive! I want to There is a storm and thunder when you come in!"
He trained the musicians in charge of the cymbals and then made some small changes to the apocalypse, and at the same time bowed his head to record on the conductor score.
"Don't make up names for me!"
In New York, Old Mike saw through Andre Sanchez's lie, "Honestly! Now telling the truth can save your life!"
"I don't know! Help!"
Franklin and Carl were holding Andre Sanchez’s leg upside down and hanging him upside down from the floor. He fell to pieces, and his face was swollen into a pig’s head. He was afraid, shaking his head and desperately calling for help, but even during the day. , There is still no one on this construction site, "I can say anything! Please! Don't leave me alone!"
Old Mike winked, Franklin and Karl dragged him back.
"Huh...huh..." He sat on the concrete floor and panted.
"Where is McTorry? What's your name? Who is behind you and Steve Case?" Old Mike asked grimly.
"Hahaha!"
Andre Sanchez suddenly went crazy and laughed up to the sky, "I don't know! I'm looking into it too! Steve Case hid McTorry so tightly, they didn't even join the witness protection plan, and the FBI got news too. McTorley has been killed by Dave Norton with a sniper rifle!"
Old Mike was so angry that Franklin and Karl would hang him out again.
"What I said is true! I am an FBI undercover agent! I was ordered to approach Steve Case to collect evidence of corruption to investigate him!"
Andre Sanchez yelled, "Believe me, I have absolutely no opinion on APLUS!"
"Continue to make up..." Old Mike tilted his head, Franklin and Carl let go, allowing Andre Sanchez to enjoy free fall, until the last moment he grabbed his ankle.
"No! What do you think!?"
Andre Sanchez burst into tears with fright, "Damn it... bypass me, please... why do you think I can easily carry out two internal FBI investigations? Do you think I don't want to know the whereabouts of McTorry? I'm also working hard to investigate! Why do you think McTorry can live? Because he has the iron proof of Steve Case's corruption as a talisman, Steve Case dare not let him die!"
Old Mike heard this as a WTF lipstick, is it really catching people and catching things? Half of the confession to Andre Sanchez was believed, "Just say you know it and found it."
"McTorley should be hiding in New York. Only Steve Case and Dave Norton know his new identity, but the guy Steve Case is very alert and never personally deal with suspects. Norton is helping him maintain one-line contact!"
Andre Sanchez said very quickly: "But there is no need for them to keep in touch with McTorry. I have thought of a way but there is no clue!"
"Who is behind the shooting? Steve Case, a corrupt New York FBI can't possibly have that motivation!" Old Mike once again asked Franklin and Karl to pull him back.