Eli said, "Peter is also under a lot of pressure."
"I don't understand why Vic was involved in the murder of fbi..."
According to his own ‘personal design’, he would never know what Vic did, so Song Ya immediately shook his head and complained, "This is too weird."
"fbi must have more conclusive evidence..."
Eli explained: "But now things have changed. The conservative white organizations in the South have joined in, and Vic's daughter cooperated with them very well. Do you remember Kasidi? Your classmates were still in your record company. Have worked."
"Of course I remember."
I can’t hide the matter between myself and Cassiti about Peter. After all, she once helped Cassiti find Peter’s helper scholarship. She also accompanied herself to the golf course to meet Peter in order to help Vic seek reinstatement.
I just don’t know what Peter said to Eli. I didn’t pay much attention to it before. Song Ya didn’t remember whether Eli had ever heard of a closer interaction with Kasidi when Eli entered and exited the a record. "Now fbi hasn’t Reaction?" he asked.
"Yes, before I came, they had just given an official reply to the police and firefighting staff. The reason they arrested the four stormtroopers was an old case in 1988."
Eli said: "In this way, the lawyers appointed by the police and firefighters will be able to see Vic and them soon."
"That's it."
Song Ya glanced at the old Mike at the door, "Then everything will return to the normal track of ordinary cases?"
"It's almost like that. FBI may also use other little tricks, but they can't delay it for too long." Eli replied: "The specific internal situation may still require Peter to talk to you in person."
"That's it, I know." Song Ya nodded.
"Oh, by the way, Goodman came to me to talk about campaign donations. He said that the third donation needs to go through another process and it will take a while, right?"
It is impossible for Peter to know too much about Eli, so the main purpose of Eli's trip is to spread the word, which is to fund the campaign.
"I'm busy with the wedding right now, and I don't have the energy to take care of these small things. You should talk to Goodman. I will definitely not cause any trouble for Peter. It's just a small amount of money."
Song Ya threw the pot to his lawyer.
"aplus, we have been working together for so many years, I know you rarely make such mistakes unless it is intentional." Eli did not agree.
"Well, Eli, let me talk to Peter personally about this. Remember, in addition to being his campaign manager, you also took my public relations fees. You are also working for me."
I didn’t expect to be exposed by Eli in front of him. It seems that between Peter and himself, Eli’s heart is still on Peter’s side. Song Ya secretly reduced him by one point. It seems that crisis public relations will have to try other people in the future. For example, the Ms. Sloan in Washington last time was not bad. The task of public relations textile quotas was done cleanly and the reputation in the industry was much greater than that of Eli.
"Sorry, aplus, I hope you two can always cooperate." Eli explained.
"Of course, of course."
Song Ya nodded.
Peter is willing to come to his wedding without suspicion, indicating that he may have made a decision. If he continues to maintain the relationship with himself, then Vic’s matter must be resolved beautifully, otherwise everyone will not be well. Fbi is really playing this time. .
In Chicago, the lawyer appointed by the police and firefighting staff has sat outside the meeting room with two assistants. According to fbi's arrangement, he will meet with Vic and other four people for the first time.
"Excuse me, the meeting time is up, you can..."
The lawyer kept looking at his watch. Five minutes had passed since the scheduled meeting time, but no one came to take care of him. He went to the fbi staff who received him.
"There was an accident, we are dealing with it."
The other party replied.
"What's the accident?"
"Sorry, I don't know, but the meeting time will be delayed by about an hour."
"Don't make small moves, otherwise the Chicago police and firefighters will immediately organize a strike to protest."
An angry threat from the lawyer.
The other party did not look up, continued to be busy with the computer screen, and did not respond.
He was delayed until five o’clock in the afternoon when he saw the first stormtrooper, except for one of Vic and Sean’s other two. After chatting with each other about the current situation and basic rights, he was told that the meeting time was up. Then it will be close to get off work, please come back tomorrow.
"Are you playing tricks!" The lawyer protested angrily, "I will see Vick McGee early tomorrow morning, and I will see him first!"
"Vick McGee."
At night, several heavily armed fbi field agents opened and opened the iron door of Abvik's cell, checked his shackles, and then put a cloth pocket around his head, set it up, and walked outside.
"Wait, wait, where are you taking me?"
Vic was struggling desperately. He suffered a little bit from the beating on his body in the past two days, but he couldn't take care of it.
The situation of him who was dead and silent was completely different from that of Sean, the main attacker. An agent in charge of interrogation often got angry, and then used a thick legal book to hit him hard.
"I'll change your place."
Field service answered.
"fxxk! I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer!" Vic immediately smelled something wrong, and he struggled more violently and shouted.
Immediately he was given a stick in his back, and he gasped with pain, "This gift is for... the detective." The person who beat him also read in his ear the detective who was killed by him. Long name.
"fxxk, I don't know anything!"
Of course he would never admit that he couldn't see anything. He felt like he got on the elevator. When the elevator arrived, the colder feeling should be the underground parking lot. Yes, he smelled the gasoline in the parking lot~www.mtlnovel. com~ Who do you think I am? Little Lori kind of rookie? I will never leave Chicago! "
Vic felt cruel under his headgear. He knew he would be finished as soon as he left Chicago. Just like killing the detective that day, his tongue began to lick his lower lip again, and then he quietly figured out what was hidden in the cuff. He pulled off a small cement block from the cell floor.
"Let's go."
was pushed into a car door, then left and right, two field workers clamped him tightly, and the car started.
He lay down on the backrest, placing his hands naturally between his legs.
About half an hour, the car drove to a plane and stopped.
"It's useless to be afraid now, Vic."
The field worker picked up his arm and felt that he was shaking.
"fxxk, what is this!?" another field worker suddenly shouted.