After he finished speaking, he walked into the box with rumbling music.
Old Mike drove the car out of the bar. At a glance, he saw two white men in the roadside car staring at the door intently. They should be in plain clothes from the FBI. He gritted his teeth, called Mavota, and whispered. Remind him to be vigilant and go ahead and send an anonymous letter first.
At the same time, Carl Letterman returned to the interrogation room. He sat in front of Sean and said with a sly smile, "Sean, let's relax and talk about your trip to New York."
"I want to see a lawyer." Sean held his forehead with both hands, very depressed.
"You were well received in New York~www.mtlnovel.com~ right? I noticed that you were staying in a good hotel. I got some hotel spending records at the time. Can anyone help pay for it? Wow, Do you want the full French meal and massage service delivered to the room?"
Karl Letterman pushed some documents in front of him, staring at his expression and reaction without blinking, not letting go of every detail.
"I want to see a lawyer!"
Xiao En was furious again, "Fxxk! You have far exceeded the prescribed detention time, and you will be killed when I go out! I am the one who almost died at gunpoint, and I am also a victim!"
"Just chat and pass the time." Carl Letterman was indifferent, "In this way, as a deal, you give me these insignificant information, and I will eliminate your 1988 case. You are very profitable."
"You have power?" Sean asked.
"Comeon, I have the final say in your case." Karl Lightman smiled and asked the female partner to pass him the documents that testified the transaction.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 654: ?Pre-wedding party
After many days of interrogation, Sean’s spirit was already on the verge of collapse. He swung his body frantically on the chair, and after a long time he suddenly signed the document, and then threw the pen away, “I only answer questions from New York.”
"Yes."
Carl Letterman was overjoyed, "So when you arrived in New York? We are not interested in the 200,000 stolen money of the Armenian gang, you can rest assured."
"Me, Vic, and..." Sean began to confess.
"Are there any more? Come in, come in!"
The man’s pre-marriage party is naturally only attended by men. The best man Al and Dile are the planners, but the parties in the United States are nothing more than wine, music, dancing, and the old folks of the opposite sex. The only difference is Dile. Both Al and Al are rich now, so they can naturally get the best service.
"hi, aps."
The glamorous girls filed in under Al's greeting, and began to dance around a few people. Of course, it was different from other dances. This is a strip club.
"Let's party!" Dile held Song Ya and handed him a glass of wine, "Today we will not be drunk or go home."
"Say it's not troublesome." The vulgar fan can't touch herself, Song Ya sees that he and Al and others have already drunk, a little bit hilarious.
"Do not worry!"
Amid the deafening music, Al agreed loudly, and opened the bag his attendant had placed on the box seat, "Hey! You guys are a bit perfunctory." shouted to the girls.
"It's Al in the afternoon." The girls usually come to energy at night.
Ai Er took out a handful of green bills from his bag and sprinkled it directly.
The girls were happy, screaming and twisting on the dancing floor of the rice knife.
The life of a rich person is so drunk and boring. Song Ya smiled and lay half on the sofa, drinking wine while admiring. He is under a lot of mental pressure and really needs to relax.
However, he thought of his fiancée who might be playing the same game again, his face changed, and he was always upset.
Las Vegas.
"Boys, come in!"
He expected that the pre-marriage party could not be played, and Brenda had already scheduled the show. In the evening, Las Vegas dancers with great figures and suits and shoes also filed in with similar reactions. Patilla Bell and the others who surrounded Mariah Carey screamed because of excitement and stimulation.
The women get together to play better than the men, and Brenda also brought a lot of bills, and smiled and stuffed it into the belt of each dancer.
The music rang and the dancers jumped.
"Not enough, not enough." Patty Rabel had already laughed, but still felt dissatisfied.
‘Huh! ’
While the rhythm of the music was accelerating, the dancers suddenly showed their standard eight-pack abs. It turned out that their shirts were just performance props with only a piece of cloth on the front of the chest. Music, wine, and a strong hormonal breath were diffused. .
"Ooh, not enough!"
Patty Rabel wanted to see more, "ii, don't be constrained, let that man die, we are here to have fun in Las Vegas." She saw that only Mariah Carey with the wine had no big reaction. .
"You and Brenda won't let them..." Mariah Carey was a little worried, pointing to the dancers who kept discharging herself in front of her.
"Are you so afraid of him being angry?" Patty Rabel asked.
"Will I be afraid of him?"
Mariah Carey retorted, but immediately her expression became tangled, "It's just that I miss him a bit."
"Hey, the woman in love..." Patty Labell sighed, "How long has it been apart? Then you can just talk softly in front of him before you come, and I promise, he won't be so angry."
"Hmm..." She took a sip of her drink proudly.
"Ah!"
When the light dimmed, the dancers took off their suits and threw them away. Brenda caught one and screamed carelessly again.
Patty Labelle also started to get hilarious, twisting the waist of the bucket into the dance floor and twisting the favorite boy.
Mariah Carey smiled reluctantly, she glanced at the female assistant somewhat helplessly.
On the Chicago side, Song Ya was already drinking a little bit. The glamorous show arranged by Al and Dile has reached its fourth appearance. Now there is a wave of higher quality and more scheming girls in front of him, as a bar. The most dazzling star in the movie, he began to be teased by the girls.
"I'm a little tired, Al."
He knew that this would not work anymore. The more he drank, the more his self-control became weaker and weaker. He didn't want to be sorry for his fiancée at this time, "I want to rest early."
"You can't? Brother, the night is still long, we will be hi till dawn!" Daa, drunk and hugging the two girls, interjected, "It will be my turn next time."
"Uh, forget it, I'll go back, Al."
Big a design program? Song Ya didn't even dare to stay, and stood up.
"Hey, don't spoil the aps, this is your pre-wedding party..." Dile persuaded.
"Let's play, I'm really tired." Song Ya can only apologize to his best man and friends. It really hurts his friends to do so. Almost everyone explained it before getting out. "Mawota, Go back to Highland Park."
"Ok."
Mavota started the car, left the strip bar, and merged into the traffic going north. "There is a car behind to follow the boss." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said.