"Uh, don't be angry with Old Joe, I just want to say that all your things are in the trunk..."
When the car drove away from the public housing area, Song Ya turned around and stared at the dark building, farther and smaller.
"Go to Highland Park?" Old Mike asked.
"Go, the party guests should be anxious." Song Ya said.
"Chicago ah?" After getting out of danger, Linda also recovered her composure, and found a band-aid from the glove box to help stop the bleeding of the old Mike who was driving. "Black hip-hop singers seem to never get out of the gang..." she said.
Song Ya unintentionally replied that he really thought of death just now. At that moment, it was Little Robb who appeared in his mind, the child who was far away in Ireland and might be his own flesh and blood.
There was no more conversation in the car, and the three of them all leaned their heads on the window, staring at the dim lights outside.
"Here." At home safely, Old Mike drove the car into the independent garage in Highland Park, "Don't get off first." He got out of the car alone, closed the garage door, opened the trunk, and threw the phone to Linda. , "Let Mavota send two sets of clothes they can wear."
"Marvota, I'm Linda, I'm in the garage, yes, you give two sets..."
When Linda finished the call, the four of them waited in the garage again.
"Sorry, APLUS, I shouldn't brag about you coming to pick me up from prison." After about a few minutes, Old Joe broke the silence.
"It's okay, Joe, since they want to find me, they will look for opportunities sooner or later, not this time or the next."
Song Ya squeezed out a smile and waved her hand, "This time, it's all up to you."
"Mike?" Mavota's hesitant voice appeared outside the garage.
"Hand it to me." Old Mike pulled up the rolling gate, didn't let him in, picked up the bag that was pushed under the door, "It's okay, you stay outside, don't let anyone come near." Then he closed the door. Throw the two sets of clothes to Song Ya and Lao Qiao.
"Linda?" Song Ya's must be his own clothes. He dressed them well and was very harmonious. He was not at ease, and motioned Linda to check again.
"OK, very handsome."
Linda looked around and said with satisfaction.
At this time, the phone in her pocket rang, "It's Charis." She saw the number and glanced at Song Ya.
"I got it! I got it! I'll go to the airport right away!"
Song Ya got on the phone. Charis Theron seemed to be running. She gasped and exclaimed, "See you in Chicago!?"
"Okay, Chicago, thank you Charis." Song Ya replied. He could still hear Tim's angry voice in the receiver, clearly, "You can't do this! Charis! Xuelin trusts you so much! "
"Sorry Tim! I have to do this! Forgive me!" Chalice responded to him.
Then there is the car door, the door is closed, there is the sound of people tapping the car windows, "Go to the airport..." Charisi seems to have forgotten to hang up, and is saying to the driver: "Quick! Leave that man alone, he's a pervert, drink drunk!"
"APLUS?" Old Joe also put on new clothes.
"Oh."
There began to hear the voice of the vehicle driving, Song Ya hung up, but immediately rang again. It was an unfamiliar number, "Go ahead, old Joe. Today is the celebration party for your release from prison. Everyone is waiting for you. It."
"Ok."
Old Qiao knew that it was not time to talk about it, so he rubbed his face with both hands and squeezed out a happy smile, "Then I went?" Spread his hands to show.
"Go ahead, Mike."
Old Mike opened the rolling shutter and let him out, "Joe! So you are here!" Someone in the distance immediately recognized him.
"Hey! Big A! How are you doing recently?" Old Qiao went to socialize.
Song Ya handed the ringing cell phone to Linda, "Hello? Miss Finn...you...ok you wait..."
The phone was in Song Ya's hand again. He took a deep breath and held it to his ear, "Hey, Xue Lin."
"Wow……"
There has been a child howling over there, and Xue Linfen has never cried and yelled so gullibly, "You sent Charis to me as a spy!? You deliberately used my trust in him, APLUS!"
"I apologize, Xuelin, but who told you not to do a paternity test."
Song Ya replied coldly, "This is not a bad thing, we have to figure it out."
"I don't want your money, I just want to quietly stay away from the United States, away from Hollywood, and raise him! It doesn't matter to me who the father is! I don't want to disturb you and your fiancee!"
"So you don't know who the father is?" Song Ya was silent.
"Robo is yours! I was only dating you during that time!" Xue Linfen shouted: "But you...the one you sent...that **** just quietly drew a large tube of blood from Robb. He is crying now."
"A big pipe... uh..."
Song Ya suddenly felt a little pain, "It is Little Robb who is crying? Can I have a chat with him?"
"Fart! He can't speak at all now!" Xue Linfen hung up the phone.
Song Ya put away the phone and sat silently on the trunk.
"Hey! Brother! It's me!" Tony slammed the door outside.
"Let him in." Song Ya saw that Old Mike had put away the **** clothes of him and Old Joe.
"My brother, we have to talk..."
Tony was already drunk, and couldn't wait for the rolling gate to rise to the top, got in and rushed on Song Ya vainly, "You have kids now, but you can't leave us alone! Susie and Connie, and little Emily need it. You!" He said endlessly.
"What the hell, is there any connection between these two things?" Song Ya was inexplicable.
"You can't leave all the money to him, the actress who made the full-show movie is not a good thing, and what she likes is your money!" Tony yelled.
"WTF, I'm only 19 years old, you are thinking about my inheritance!?" Song Ya was furious, and pushed Tony away, "Who instilled these things to you."
"Anyway, you can't leave us alone..." Tony fell to the ground.
"The joint law enforcement operation the year before last was very successful. My Chicago colleagues and I have effectively cracked down on Chicago gangs. In the past year, various crimes have revived...I swear that if I am elected again, we will be noble and noble. The cause of justice must be carried out to the end, no more compromises, no transactions, no more toleration, the crime rate here..."
The next day, Song Ya, with deep frowning brows, appeared on the streets of Chicago, focusing on the already flattened Cabrini public housing area, the original site of another GD gang, and the sniper shot from the public housing in 1992. After killing the boy, after more than a year, the place has changed a lot. There is no public housing. The road was renamed Dantley Davis Road. The boy’s name and his statue were erected nearby.
The bodyguards around him have doubled, and Peter Flock is giving an impassioned speech, accompanied by his wife Alicia.
"Thank you! Thank you everyone! I will leave the time to Pastor Allison now."
The brief but powerful speech received enthusiastic applause, and Peter Flock left the stage to the black priest Allison.
"Brothers and sisters!" Pastor Allison began to preach.
"Alicia!" Song Ya didn't mind listening to what he was talking about. He called Alicia while the Flocks passed by him.
"Don't worry about APLUS, DTS's Series C financing is going well. I will go to Los Angeles tomorrow." Alicia stayed with him and laughed quietly.
"I'm not for that."
Song Ya and she echoed Pastor Alison’s speech from time to time and gave applause, “Please tell Will Gardner to keep him away from my brother Tony! He talks to Tony while providing services to my A+ audio company. I got on the line and kept instilling those sordid interests in him. He instigated Tony to ask me for the creative share of the fluorescent party. That’s okay. I should give Tony a little bit, but this time? What **** to instill in Tony His estate distribution? He has passed the line!"
"He is my boss..." Alicia frowned.
"He is not only your boss, stop him, otherwise I will talk to Peter." Song Ya hinted at their personal affair, "Please tell Will Gardner clearly, I am not a person who is afraid of tearing his face."