"Hello, Mr. State Attorney." Goodman shook hands with the other party.
"I know that the front-line policemen are deliberately indulging the gangsters, so that Peter Flock can find a way to attack me. Everything, these tragedies can happen because of the **** election. Peter is a politician, and he wants to vote. You can do anything." Childs said.
There is such a possibility, otherwise Sinaloa cannot be arrogant and has not been swept by the local police, but these still have nothing to do with him, "Are you here to catch Peter's handle?" Song Ya chuckles: "But you don't You should come to me. You should go to the street or the frontline police station."
"It seems a little late to think of this, Childs." Goodman helped.
"I know, but I am here to perform the duties of a law enforcement officer."
Childs lowered his head and smiled, "If I were a standard politician, I would have been eyeing you, APLUS, I didn't expect that dealing with you would hit Peter's vote, I just don't want to use those dirty tricks. "
"I am not involved in the crime, I am invincible." Song Ya lay down comfortably.
"This time it has nothing to do with you?" Childs asked.
The other party is a senior prosecutor, it is difficult to see from the facial expression, "Unless you retaliate privately, otherwise I have nothing to do with that matter." Song Ya replied.
"I know that the boss of the Hell Bobcat changed recently~www.mtlnovel.com~ An African-American man nicknamed Sinaloa has mastered the gang. Do you understand this person?" Charz's The black deputy asked.
"No understanding."
"Really?" the deputy asked: "There are rumors that Sinaloa has boasted to others about his relationship with Old Joe more than once. He claims to be a loyal fan of you and Lori."
"It's not surprising, my fans are all over the meter, and many street blacks admire me." Song Ya replied, giving Goodman a wink by the way.
"Can you control the content of the conversation more purposefully? My client is very busy, so I can avoid small talk, let alone nonsense." Goodman warned the other party.
"We're looking for Old Joe, do you know his whereabouts?" Childs asked.
"I don't know, I'm looking for him too."
"You have always had a good relationship with Old Joe? You still held a party for Old Joe the day he was released." the deputy asked.
"Yes, I have always been very grateful to him, all Mi knows."
"But he is missing now."
"I don't know where he went."
"really do not know?"
The other party's question became more and more acute, and it was close to interrogation. "Okay, let's end the conversation. Please make an appointment next time you come." Goodman stood up and reached out to the other party bluntly.
"Big star, I will stare at you." Childs said without shaking hands, pointing to his eyes.
"Why don't you think about your next job first?" Song Ya responded with a lazy smile.
"Humph."
Childs sneered twice from his nostrils and buttoned his suit. "Let's go."
"Mike." Song Ya looked at the exhaust of the car they were leaving, smiled, and whispered to the old Mike behind him: "I think we should discuss how to solve that madman's problem."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 587: Interview with the Vampire Premiere
Although AK’s whereabouts may have been leaked by his girlfriend, the ticket issued by Sinaloa still swelled the FBI’s face. In addition to the Maine State Police where AK was incognito and the local Chicago police, he was once again met by law enforcement agencies. However, this time there should be no direct evidence, so the wanted warrant has not been officially issued.
"The police seem to have not connected him with the name Robin. The AK killing of the door and the Harlem nightclub shooting have not been combined for the time being."
Old Mike went to get some news, "I have to find a way to get a sniper rifle."
This old man is really loyal, and the implementation plan is very simple and rude. He killed Sinaloa with a single shot. "So you have to arrange him to a designated place, the weather is clear, the visual distance is far, and there is no obstacles such as trees. ..."
"How to make an appointment? May I make an appointment?"
Song Ya kept rubbing his hands. He didn't want to kill people directly. Old Mike's shot was not much different from his own shot. "Old Qiao, the old fox ran away. I will ask him. If he dies afterwards, **** bobcat The other gangs will not let me go."
"His whereabouts are now a mystery. If I could find him, the FBI would have found him early." Old Mike said.
"No, no, this plan is too dangerous, I have to find another way." Song Ya disagreed, "How about borrowing someone else's hand? Tell the whereabouts of him to the Chicago police, waiting next year, next year I have Peter Flock and Wei Kermaki help, think of a way to make the stormtroopers fight?"
"Then I can't give any advice." Old Mike shrugged. "Anyway, I have the gun ready?"
"Well... don't find out the channel or something, use cash."
"rest assured."
Billionaires still worry about the bad things in the neighborhood. Song Yaman appeared in Los Angeles with his fiancée in his forehead. In early November, the premiere of The Night Interview with Vampires opened.
David Geffen and Warner didn’t know how much publicity budget they spent for this 60 million star-studded movie. Anyway, Song Ya felt that all the Hollywood celebrities had arrived. The Kodak Theater’s red carpet was star-studded and beautiful. Two handsome guys, Tom and Brad Pitt, are the focus of all reporters' attention. They are tightly surrounded. In order to match the plot of the movie, they are all very decadent blond fluttering blondes. Every move is filled with smiles. With male charm.
"APLUS, Miss Kelly, take a photo?"
Nicole Kidman, who was isolated from the hot soup circle, kept smiling at the camera, but her eyebrows seemed a little lonely. The agent next to Kingsley saw Song Ya and Mariah Carey who had just got off the car and came over. Propose a group photo.
Mariah Carey immediately switched to the other side very carefully, using Song Ya to separate herself from Nicole Kidman. Due to the relationship between the photography lens and the screen technology, the film and television stars of this era are all exaggerated in their heads and bodies. Slap-faced monsters, the singer can't please take photos with them in the same frame.
"It seems a bit messy..."
Song Ya was very gentlemanly holding the waist of the Australian white girl, and casually complained that it was a bit messy. The big stars were scattered all over the theater. There was no barrier between them and the reporters. They all relied on the tacit understanding with the media. And relationship. Of course, the degree of popularity is a hard indicator of no falsification at this time. Journalists who are popular and who are not will vote with their feet and cameras, and those little stars who are treated as passersby can only pass by in a hurry.
APLUS and DIVA had no such troubles, both of them were so red, and soon a large group of reporters gathered in front of them.
"Mr. Geffen likes this. He wants a special premiere. The cost of this event may be among the top ten in Hollywood history." Pakinsley explained, "Tom!" She went again. Called Liangtang.
"APLUS! Nicole! Look here!"
"Miss Kelly, here!"
The three are very tall, but Nicole Kidman is wearing a pair of flat shoes today, while Mariah Carey is a big high heel, the two women standing on the left and the other right next to Song Ya, who is more than 1.9 meters away, are very harmonious.
"You don't talk nonsense, do you?" Nicole Kidman suddenly whispered, slightly unnatural.
"What? Oh..." She should be referring to what happened on the beach that day, "I'm not that boring." Song Ya smiled.
Mariah Carey cast a suspicious look at the two of them.
At this time Liangtang came over. His height of just over one meter was fatally flawed. He saw the three tall men standing together and glanced at Paikinsley behind him with some dissatisfaction, but he still kept smiling and approached his wife.