"Okay." The agent shrugged, got up and walked to the door of the cabin, "AK died terribly, and his mother, girlfriend, and two children..."
"The whole family?" Song Ya asked.
"Yes, the whole family." The FBI agent dropped these words and left with someone.
Sinaloa is a lunatic, Song Ya will call Lao Qiao immediately, but think about it and hold it back, the FBI is likely to deliberately startled the snake.
Nancheng, Old Joe Music, "Taxi!"
Old Joe, with his fake beard, dressed in casual clothes, carried his travel bag and looked around and went out of the corridor, "Airport, thank you."
When the car started, he looked back at the neon sign of Old Joe’s music extinguished, and involuntarily pinched the ticket and passport in his hand, muttering to himself, “I can’t go back to jail for little APLUS, forgive me...”
"M-Fxxk!"
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, "Why the **** did my brain cramp and ask for coffee!? Let Jamal just pour a glass of wine and nothing will happen!?"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 586: Childs
"I heard that AK's girlfriend went back to Chicago not long ago and met with family and friends... and sent a big complaint..."
In Hyde Park, Aunt Susie and cousin Connie helped Song Ya tidy up things while gossiping, "AK betrayed his good brother Lori and boss Pablo. With such a big effort, the government only arranged for him in a small white town. A blue-collar job is exhausted, and the family has a tight life."
"WTF?"
Song Ya Negro asked, "Is there something wrong with his girlfriend's brain? He even dared to go back to Chicago and talk nonsense?"
"Who knows? I thought that GD and Hell Bobcat would not care about the informers. They did not care about it before. She probably thought the limelight had passed." Connie left him in the mint tin box in the old house. Picking up old photos, all those who took photos with AK, "this one, and this one..." are all handed over one by one.
The AK in the photo was holding Tony and himself, hand showing GD's gang gesture and smiling brightly at the camera. Song Ya subconsciously avoided his gaze and put the photo in the AJ shoebox aside. "That What is so dissatisfied with women? The blue-collar job is already very good. Even the FBI has not pursued the charges of AK following Lori’s trafficking through the witness protection plan. New job, new identity, new life, family living in a new house , Children are guaranteed to go to school and everything."
"It seems to be because of a fight with AK." Connie said.
"It really killed people." Song Ya said.
"Yeah, the whole family is over. I have seen AK's children several times. Both are very cute..." Aunt Susie sighed.
"And that's all?"
Song Yakan was almost done packing, holding the shoe box in his hand.
"Remember when Little Lori lined up the first single MV? AK took good care of you at that time. He gave you twenty dollars at the time, and you still twisted." Connie recalled the past, "but It was indeed stupid for him to be a whistleblower and he wanted to die."
"I don't want to hear that person's name now."
Song Ya didn’t want to argue with her about black people’s morals, and stood up, "I mean Little Lori." AK is dead, and the whole family is dead. Little Lori is the source of trouble. I heard that he was serving his sentence in San Diego prison. He hasn't given up on the appeal, and without the key witness of AK, maybe he can really get out of prison by then...
It was reported that Lori’s traitor and his family were killed. The incident has spread in Nancheng. This undoubtedly adds another point to Lori’s murderous reputation. I believe that it won’t be long before the gangster rap circles all over Mi will start to talk about it. .
"Let's go." He said to Goodman.
After greeting Aunt Susie and Connie, the group drove back to Highland Park.
"Wait, wait, wait... You, you... What do you mean by saying that Old Joe is not... missing?"
Big A and Eric have approached the door, and Song Ya couldn't accept the news for a while.
"Literally, we went to Old Qiao Music to find him. He has rented the house to someone else, and there is no one at home. The phone is turned off and he can't be found in any way." Big A said.
"You have been a tuner in Old Qiao Music for so long, do you know where he is going?" Song Ya asked Eric.
Eric shook his head.
"Fxxk!"
Song Ya smashed the photo with the shoebox into the fireplace, "What does he mean by disappearing at this time? Isn't his bail period still to end?"
"The AK family is dead, what does Old Joe care about the bail period..." Big A mumbled.
The photo was burned with unpleasant black smoke, and the three people ran out the door coughing.
"Hey! What are you burning!? There is a smell of plastic!" Mariah Carey outside the house also smelled, "My dear, I just received a call, Bedford Hills is about to be delivered."
"The construction period has been delayed for a long time."
Song Ya complained that the house was opened on his birthday last year, a full year from now, and according to expectations, it should be completed now.
"I changed the design."
Later, she tossed a lot of new things on the basis of the original design, such as Italian marble, as well as windows and other orientations. The cost has risen from 22 million to 25 million.
"Well, I see." Song Ya agreed.
"Aren't you going back to New York with me?" she asked.
"Isn't it officially delivered yet?"
"I want to make a final confirmation if there are any changes that need to be made."
"Uh, it's almost done. I'm very busy. I was in trouble just now. Have you heard of it?" Song Ya didn't want to go. Now that Old Qiao disappeared suddenly, the ghost knew whether he ran away or was killed. Or went to be a witness for the FBI? It's okay to run, the other two may be a bit scary.
No, it's not good to run away. Without him as the middleman, who will Sinaloa look for when he arrives? Wouldn't you come to yourself directly?
"Okay, okay, then I'll go." She came over to hug Song Ya and kissed her cheek, "Chicago is too cold, we must be in the Bahamas next winter..."
"The MV for your Christmas album is finished?" Song Ya didn't answer this question.
"It's done! It will be listed next month."
She happily got into the car with the female assistant, "bye... honey! Bedford Mountain Villa is waiting for you!" ran away.
At this time, another car crossed by at the door. Under the obstruction of the guard, two people came out of the car. Song Ya, who was in the lead, knew but had never dealt with. The current state prosecutor Chalz was a man of looks and behavior. All are ordinary and rigid bureaucrats of law enforcement units.
He was accompanied by a black man, who seemed to be his deputy, who had also seen it on TV.
"APLUS, is it convenient to chat?" Childs asked.
"Official business or?"
"Official business."
"Well, wait, I'm a lawyer, and he is upstairs."
"Okay." Childs also smelled when he was about to walk into the villa, "What are you burning?"
"Some sundries, just talk outside, please."
Song Ya let Da A and Eric walk on their own, took the two to the swimming pool, and sat down on the deck chairs, "Aren't you busy campaigning? Mr. Childs, how come you have time to come to me?"
Childs and Peter Flock’s election for the next state prosecutor is going on to the most critical moment, and it will be clear in half a month, but he is basically out of play, and the polls are at the bottom, not even comparable to a black man. Female candidates.
"What else can it be because of AK." He asked: "The FBI has looked for you?"
"Yes, they asked about it."
"AK is miserable, you need to do something for him." Childs said.
"Sorry, those people and things have nothing to do with me."
At this time Goodman coughed out, "APLUS what did you throw into the fireplace?"
"Miscellaneous." Song Yachao Charznunu's mouth.