It was only then that a large pool of blood had accumulated under Vic’s raised feet. "Look at his hands!" Vic’s wrist arteries had been worn to the blood and blood was still leaking. Chicago was still cold at the end of March. Yes, his cotton prison pants have been sucked up with a lot of blood, and the inside of his pants has completely turned dark red.
"This guy!" The field worker lifted the headgear away, Vic had fainted, his teeth began to bump unconsciously, and his body kept shaking.
"Ambulance, I need an ambulance!" The field worker shouted into the intercom.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 661: Tinkins' Ornate Mosaic Theory
Bedford Hills, New York, the day before the wedding.
"APLUS, Peter and his wife temporarily cancelled the visit. You can guess the reason, right?"
At the grand dinner party, Eli leaned in and whispered in Song Ya's ear.
"Aren't you coming? Okay, I can understand."
Song Ya nodded, and the news of Vic McGee finally came out from Chicago. He seemed to have committed suicide and was beaten when detained by the FBI. In the morning, representatives of the police and firefighting staff members broke through the FBI's obstruction and saw him in the hospital. Legend has it The person is still in a coma. Of course, it is just a legend. In just one day, he heard several sayings that he was hanged, cut his wrists, or was simply tortured by the FBI.
I don’t know what Vic’s motive is, but this undoubtedly provided the best opportunity for Peter to intervene on behalf of the Chicago law enforcement agency. He went to meet with more and more protesters outside the FBI Chicago office building in the afternoon and gave a speech. Formally and publicly promised to help Vic seek justice with the FBI and help him get a fair trial. The local TV station also broadcasted a cordial and comforting clip of him holding Cassidy's hand.
Peter finally started, this is what Song Ya likes to see, whether Vic hangs up or wakes up.
Best...don’t wake up. Of course, he doesn’t have the motivation to send people to'make sure' Vic not wake up. Sinaloa is dead, Lori is dead, and his trouble seems to be getting worse. Bigger.
I just don’t know what Peter plans...
Eli's short sentence made him fall into thought.
"APLUS, don't be in a daze."
is considering the new possibility of the behavior of the parties in the game after the new changes, Mariah Carey's unhappy greeting rang from her ears again, "The former mayor is here."
The former mayor of New York is Dingkins. After leaving office, the old man went to the Columbia University School of International and Public Affairs to teach. He also served as a director of a large number of affirmative and charitable organizations. In order to prepare for a rainy day, Song Ya also gave it to him a few days ago. The title of director of a charitable foundation of "Where is your love" is equivalent to giving him a free income every year. This is the customary rule of political revolving door, which is completely reasonable and legal.
"You don't call me dear anymore." Song Ya asked her to hold her hand and complained by the way.
"Hmm..."
Today, she wore an evening dress designed by John Galliano herself, which was the undoubted absolute focus of the dinner. She hummed and walked towards the door with her head held high. There, the two of them, Dingkins and Passissa Suddenly met.
By the way, Dingkins himself is a shareholder of the Inner City Broadcasting Company, and after resignation, there is a fixed column "Talk with Dingkins" on the New York Evangelical Radio.
He and Passy Sutton have been old friends for many years. Both of them were born in Manhattan and both served as chairman of the Manhattan District.
"Pierre."
A middle-aged man followed behind them. It was Passy Sutton’s son, Pierre Sutton, who is also the actual manager of the Inner City Broadcasting Company.
"Hello, APLUS, Miss Kelly."
"Hello Pierre."
Song Ya shook hands with each other. The Sutton family was very rich before World War II. The father of Pasi Sutton was the richest black man in Texas. During the apartheid era, his family was a local black group in Biksal County. Provide a variety of goods, food, clothing, sleep, and even funeral services, from birth to death.
Song Ya guess this is also related to his family's high ‘content’ of white ancestry, otherwise, in the Red Neck State of that era, pure black people would not be too easy to mix.
"Jesse is there?" After the greeting, Dingkins began to look up for Jesse Jackson.
"Uh... he should be upstairs, in a certain room." Song Ya whispered, his wife is an old man, and he seemed to be having a good chat with a young brunette who was attending a dinner with a friend, and then disappeared. Up.
"Haha..."
Dingkins and Sutton smiled similarly. Of course, it’s no secret that the black affirmative leaders have their hobbies.
"Then let's talk to other people." Sutton said.
"Okay, please, can I invite you to give a speech later, please?" Song Ya asked.
"Today? Forget it, I have moved away from politics, and now I am just an ordinary university professor and radio host." Dingkins smiled and declined.
"Well, then you guys have fun." Song Ya was a little disappointed.
"APLUS, come over and talk to us later, now, you can deal with Pierredo first." Dingkins said.
It turns out that they came here for the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation. It's hard for the old man Sutton. This is the third trip in just a few days. Fortunately, he also lives in Bedford Hills.
"The actual business situation of the Inner City Broadcasting Company is not that bad. We now have twelve own radio stations and some cooperative radio stations all over the meter. Uh, none in Chicago, but in Detroit. We also own the operation of the Apollo Theater in New York. Right, and invested in some small and medium-sized African TV stations..."
Pierre, as the third generation, has a darker skin color than his father. He doesn't care much about politics, and he immediately talked about business after his father left with Tinkins.
Actually, it was asking for money. Knowing that he intended to invest, Pierre began to brag about the value of the Inner City Broadcasting Company.
"Well, I haven't learned about your company yet, but don't worry, I will commission a professional to find you soon after the wedding."
Don't think of me as a triumphant! Song Ya was perfunctory, and secretly complained.
"Some things are not completely measurable by fixed assets, such as our leading position in the field of black news broadcasting. You know, public opinion. This should be very useful to you. APLUS, your investment in the technology industry is very successful, but you now need Deposit money into something invisible and intangible..."
Pierre Sutton continued.
Can't see or touch? It’s a good idea, isn’t it? Song Ya continued to complain, "I know, how should I put it, I do intend to invest in the inner city radio station, you can rest assured Pierre, I will talk to you about this business..."
Song Ya squeezed Mariah Carey’s hand and hinted, but the fiancée...is about to talk about his wife, her eyes were empty, she seemed to be thinking about other things, without any response, naturally she would not find excuses to help take herself away from Pierce By your side.