Chicago 1990

Chapter 1433: NeverAgain

"This kid is the most promiscuous FBI I have seen in most of my life..."

The target person, Andre Sanchez, almost regarded the suspension investigation as a rare holiday. In addition to meeting with Steve Case, Dave Norton and other New York branch colleagues in the same group to talk about how to survive the internal investigation crisis safely, he went to bars and watched Strip dancing, trysts with lovers and go home from time to time to accompany his wife and children, gambling with gang leaders, and occasionally blackmailing street criminals. The uncertain life is very'exciting'.

Old Mike was helpless by him, and he was amazed: "It looks at the FBI's internal discipline as nothing, and it is more rampant than when Vick McGee was alive."

Franklin, who was driving, heard Vic's name, and immediately turned his head to look at the old man in the co-driver in surprise.

"how?"

The old Mike, who studied the map of New York with great concentration, didn't pay attention, but Karl in the back seat saw his little movement, so he asked.

"nothing."

Franklin continued to concentrate on driving.

Carl didn't take it seriously, but after ten minutes Franklin couldn't help himself, and suddenly said, "Yo, that...Vick McGee, is that...Chicago's stormtrooper leader?"

"Correct."

It’s not surprising that the black people on the streets of Chicago heard the name of Stormtrooper Vic. Carl nodded, "He was accidentally shot by a black thief."

Franklin curled his lips, "I know that the white guys on the Stormtrooper deserve it. They are all M-FXXK **** racists. I am very happy that the light of justice will come."

"Vick was transferred from the stormtroopers early, and you were on the streets?" Old Mike squinted his eyes and looked at him up and down again. "Are you only twenty-five years old?"

"Twenty-six, the same age as your boss."

Franklin was stared a little vacantly, pretending to be unhappy, and answered the old man.

"It's also yours now." Carl, who was out of the situation, reprimanded his subordinates: "Be careful with Franklin when speaking later."

"Concentrate on driving."

Old Mike didn't want to continue the conversation. It was the early morning of September 11th. Neither he nor Karl could wander the New York neighborhoods for a long time. They had to finish their errands as soon as possible.

Franklin turned in the direction and turned the car into a road lined with street-facing apartment buildings on both sides. André Sanchez’s lover lived in one of the buildings. "He is."

Andre Sanchez is only doing animation for no purpose, but he should not have noticed that he is being watched. No matter where he goes, the private car will never be changed. The old Mike and the three have already figured out his habits. He has a high probability of meeting at night. The lover stayed here for the night, and it was very early, and would drive away before dawn.

So waiting for him to go out and get in the car is the best time.

"I hope that there will be no witnesses in the street."

Old Mike had already put on makeup, and the two blacks, Carl and Franklin, also put on hoodies and covered their heads. "Just open the door, right?" Andre Sanchez's car is a new Dodge. Franklin said, "I want to start. It may take some time."

"No, just open the door." Old Mike moved from the co-driver to take over the steering wheel.

"There are no passersby." Carl reported from the back seat watching the wind.

"OK, ten seconds."

Franklin controlled the car to slide slowly, and then slightly opened the door. When passing the Dodge, he rolled off the car, bent over and reached the side of Dodge's driver's seat, using the flat pass that he took out of his arms. The strip was stuffed along the car window, like magic, and opened the car door in ten seconds.

If he is discovered at this time, he is considered a car thief at most.

The old Mike who parked the car in front observed again, got out of the car after confirming that it was safe, trot into the Dodge car, quickly climbed to the back seat, then curled up on the seat, took out the pistol, and checked the bomb. Clamp, and then start to unscrew the silencer and load it.

Franklin closed the car door lightly, then went back and drove in a circle, turned back to the far back where he could see this side, and turned off the car.

"Well done, Xiaofu."

Carl patted Franklin on the shoulder appreciatively and loaned the car to the person who bought the car. If the other party breached the contract, he would ask Franklin to steal the car back and never missed it.

"This old man is very powerful." Franklin was also impressed by the old Mike's body style just now. "We are extremely cooperative."

"Haha, of course, the boss's most trusted bodyguard."

Although the exercises were done in advance, all this was done between the rabbits and the falcons, and he looked at Carl directly, and said, "The actions of the two of you just now are simply art..."

At about four o'clock, Andre Sanchez, who was yawning and tied around his neck, left the apartment building, unaware of everything.

"do not move!"

Old Mike still had time to observe the windows of André Sanchez’s lover’s residence in advance. This kind of old-fashioned apartment building has an old-fashioned answering machine that corresponds to the household unit upstairs. It is easy to find out the room number of the target object and confirm the safety. Then he put the cold muzzle against the back of Andre Sanchez's head, "Raise your hands."

Andre Sanchez raised his hands in a stunned voice. Franklin and Karl got out of the car and rushed from behind. Franklin pulled him out of the driver's seat and tucked him into the back seat. Karl followed in and Old Mike caught him from left to right. among.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are committing suicide!"

André Sanchez didn’t panic when he saw the two old blacks. He thought it was unlucky to meet the little character who wanted to rob, and said to Carl, “I will give you a choice. Get out of the car immediately after seeing the credentials in the inner pocket of my suit. Fuck off... I just assumed that none of this happened."

Old Mike didn't bother to talk with him, and hit the back of the neck with a rifle **** and fainted.

When Andre Sanchez woke up, he found himself inside an unmanned building under construction. He moved his body and found that he was able to move freely. Only his hands were simply tied together, and two construction site materials were stacked in front of him. The box serves as a table.

In fact, he knows every corner of New York, after seeing the Manhattan skyline outside, he can even use the familiar skyscrapers to compare the coordinates and report the specific address of the building and the full name of the construction company!

This should be his own territory, "Hehe, what do you want from me?" At the same time, he had already realized that the other party could not be a mere robber, and asked the white man with a gun in front of him.

"MacTorry, do you remember this name?"

The action was very successful, and Old Mike didn't need to be circumspect and went directly to the interrogation stage.

"I don't know what you are talking about... are you?"

Andre Sanchez squinted his eyes, and the old Mike who often appeared with APLUS was too familiar to him. Even with makeup, as a trained FBI agent, he quickly recognized the identity of the opponent.

But he didn't dare to scream, the black pharaoh did it to himself, the black pharaoh...

A chill instantly went from head to toe. The seventeenth richest man in all meters, APLUS, who once instructed Vic McGee to kill a detective colleague, dared to let the cronies around him come directly to New York to do something on him, then it means he already knows I have participated in the shooting, and I will never give myself a chance to spread the news.

"McTunley is not dead, where is he?" Old Mike asked half-little.

"I don't know, I don't know what you are talking about."

While Andre Sanchez answered and looked around, a black man with tattoos all over his body was watching the wind at the top of the stairs. The other could not see it, and should be standing behind him.

Looks like there is a chance to run? His mind is spinning fast, thinking about it.

"Working with us will not treat you badly." Old Mike motioned to Carl. Carl brought a suitcase over, flattened it on the wooden box that served as the table, and opened it.

A box full of hundred yuan bills, he was very experienced, and he visually inspected it. It was about 300,000 dollars.

"This is just a meeting ceremony." Old Mike said.

This amount of money is just a drizzle for a few rich people in the world. What is it? André Sanchez pretended to be fooled by money and controlled his facial muscles to make a greedy expression, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything, MacTorley's whereabouts, how many people were involved in the shooting, every name will have a huge bonus...Andre." Old Mike said.

"I don't know, I don't know whether McTorry is dead or alive, really, I mean I know McTorry is one of the gunmen, but the news I got is that he is dead."

André Sanchez replied: "As for the shooting, I don't even know who was involved..."

Just kidding, the black pharaoh was almost killed and was in a coma for a few months! I really believed the other party's words, and I guess my life would come to an end.

"Do you need me to remind you? Your boss, Steve Case, your colleague, Dave Norton, Dave Norton is the one who claimed to have killed McTorley."

Old Mike continued to put pressure on, "Is it necessary for me to remind you more?"

"Then you should tie Steve, I'm just his subordinate, and I never participated in Chicago."

Andre Sanchez shook his head.

Old Mike didn't expect this guy to have a strict mouth, and pushed the suitcase full of green bills forward, "Don't pretend to be stupid, even if it’s for the money,"

"I don't know... Ah!"

The sky was brightening, and Mike didn't have much patience, so he winked at Franklin and began to use violent methods.

"Morning, APLUS."

"morning."

At eight o’clock in the morning, Song Yaren was already in the symphony orchestra practice room. The short documentary ABC, which directed the rehearsal of the Requiem of Dreams, had been broadcast, but that was not a finished product. Today, the orchestra has to practice with the chorus for the first time, the musicians and the chorus. The group members have arrived one after another, Song Ya greeted everyone who came in.

"OK, one minute."

He is in a very good mood today. He also watched the second session of the 30th anniversary of MJ’s debut last night. In the concert, MJ finally performed a new title single from the new album: YouRockMyWorld. , Still the old rhythm and blues plus post-disco elements, not very popular, that is, not fashionable enough, nor good enough.

So he was more confident, looked at the wall clock on the wall to check the time, and raised the baton.

All the musicians and chorus members waited quietly. When the baton fell, the first full version of the Requiem of Dreams began to practice together.

"Ah...ah..."

The addition of vocals made the original impassioned pure music even more sacred. In addition to fighting the shooting scene that flashed back in his mind, Song Ya felt very good, "Ka! Uh... stop, you! Be more decisive! I want to There is a storm and thunder when you come in!"

He trained the musicians in charge of the cymbals and then made some small changes to the apocalypse, and at the same time bowed his head to record on the conductor score.

"Don't make up names for me!"

In New York, Old Mike saw through Andre Sanchez's lie, "Honestly! Now telling the truth can save your life!"

"I don't know! Help!"

Franklin and Carl were holding Andre Sanchez’s leg upside down and hanging him upside down from the floor. He fell to pieces, and his face was swollen into a pig’s head. He was afraid, shaking his head and desperately calling for help, but even during the day. , There is still no one on this construction site, "I can say anything! Please! Don't leave me alone!"

Old Mike winked, Franklin and Karl dragged him back.

"Huh...huh..." He sat on the concrete floor and panted.

"Where is McTorry? What's your name? Who is behind you and Steve Case?" Old Mike asked grimly.

"Hahaha!"

Andre Sanchez suddenly went crazy and laughed up to the sky, "I don't know! I'm looking into it too! Steve Case hid McTorry so tightly, they didn't even join the witness protection plan, and the FBI got news too. McTorley has been killed by Dave Norton with a sniper rifle!"

Old Mike was so angry that Franklin and Karl would hang him out again.

"What I said is true! I am an FBI undercover agent! I was ordered to approach Steve Case to collect evidence of corruption to investigate him!"

Andre Sanchez yelled, "Believe me, I have absolutely no opinion on APLUS!"

"Continue to make up..." Old Mike tilted his head, Franklin and Carl let go, allowing Andre Sanchez to enjoy free fall, until the last moment he grabbed his ankle.

"No! What do you think!?"

Andre Sanchez burst into tears with fright, "Damn it... bypass me, please... why do you think I can easily carry out two internal FBI investigations? Do you think I don't want to know the whereabouts of McTorry? I'm also working hard to investigate! Why do you think McTorry can live? Because he has the iron proof of Steve Case's corruption as a talisman, Steve Case dare not let him die!"

Old Mike heard this as a WTF lipstick, is it really catching people and catching things? Half of the confession to Andre Sanchez was believed, "Just say you know it and found it."

"McTorley should be hiding in New York. Only Steve Case and Dave Norton know his new identity, but the guy Steve Case is very alert and never personally deal with suspects. Norton is helping him maintain one-line contact!"

Andre Sanchez said very quickly: "But there is no need for them to keep in touch with McTorry. I have thought of a way but there is no clue!"

"Who is behind the shooting? Steve Case, a corrupt New York FBI can't possibly have that motivation!" Old Mike once again asked Franklin and Karl to pull him back.

"I really do not know……"

"Say you know!"

"Tommy Motula."

"He participated, but he doesn't have the ability to command you!"

"I don't know... please..."

Andre Sanchez’s psychological defense line has collapsed under torture. “Steve Case said that Tommy Motula was an Italian whose brain was burned by the fire of revenge. I guess Motula was recruited through friends in Hollywood. McTownley, it just so happened that McTownly had the intention of taking a fake death gold basin to wash his hands, so it hit Steve Case and they had known each other long ago... They set up a midgame, Motula was betrayed, and McTowny too. The accomplices were successfully thrown away, and it happened that Steve Case wanted to help McTorley in a suspended animation and wanted APLUS's life."

"Behind the scenes of Steve Case..."

"Go get him and ask yourself!" Andre Sanchez, with a bruised nose and blood-stained body, was wronged, and he mustered up the courage to roar, "I know I said it!"

Old Mike covered his forehead in disappointment, "Details, then you know the details of the shooting."

"Before the shooting, I went to Chicago as ordered by Steve Case, and worked with Dave Norton, who was in the Chicago branch at the time, to lay out the escape route for the McTorry gang, mainly selecting the location of the ambush where McTorley’s accomplices were hunted. , And then went back to New York. When I returned to Chicago, I was working collectively with the local field workers who went to support..."

Andre Sanchez finally confessed honestly.

"Wait, you are helping the FBI investigate Steve Case's corruption case. You should be the righteous party, but why are you willing to agree to cooperate with him to take APLUS's life?" Franklin asked suddenly.

"The Chicago black police officer hired by APLUS killed one of our colleagues. At least Steve Case said that to me. We all want revenge. I really don’t know the master behind the scenes. Only he knows, Dave Norton. You don’t necessarily know."

Andre Sanchez said: "As far as I know, there are people from other law enforcement agencies cooperating with Steve Case, at least in Los Angeles to kill Motula friends, the Hollywood Eye must be his fellow traveler."

"How long have you planned?"

The fog of the shooting incident was lifted, and Old Mike suddenly realized, but then he became more and more disappointed. The breakthrough he carefully selected turned out to be a marginal figure, and he also bore another layer of identity as an undercover agent inside the FBI... from a certain angle. Said that he can't be regarded as a **** person.

"At least four months, maybe even longer. After 2PAC went down in Las Vegas, Steve Case jokingly mentioned his plan to disguise the death of APLUS as a revenge for the blood gang, indicating that he had already had revenge at the time. The plan has taken shape."

Andre Sanchez replied, then raised his head to look at Old Mike, "I can't live, can I?"

‘Hmm! Humhhhhhhhhhh! ’

The Requiem of Dreams was played again to the end, and the progressive grand rhythm was very bloody. Song Ya, who saw sweat on his forehead, raised his hand in satisfaction, clenched his fist in a chic grasp of the beat, and the music stopped abruptly.

"OMG..."

At this moment, Carl muttered to the edge of the floor suddenly, and the towering World Trade Twin Towers in the distance were billowing smoke.

"What's wrong over there?" Franklin asked.

"I saw something flying into the building just now." Karl replied.

Andre Sanchez didn't care about this, and taking advantage of the distraction of the two old blacks, he violently pushed Franklin away, and then rolled to the top of the stairs.

"FXXK!" Franklin caught up with a few strides, grabbed his collar, and dragged the man back.

"Give me focus!"

Old Mike put down his raised hand and scolded them, then raised his gun to aim again, "Yes, you can't survive Andre... I'm sorry, we can't risk you leaving."

"FXXKYOU! FXXKYOU!"

Andre Sanchez was completely desperate, struggling to open his hematoma eyes, and yelling at Old Mike's muzzle: "Murder an FBI agent? Haha, sooner or later you and your boss will receive a justice!"

"We won't let the past happen again." Old Mike replied.

"You deserve to talk about justice too?" Franklin sneered.

"Shut up Nger! What justice is involved in the death of a slave!?"

People are about to die, Andre Sanchez's nature is revealed, "No matter how much money APLUS makes, we are almost killed like a dog!"

"Fuck you..." Franklin fisted again.

"Check his hands!" Old Mike called out suddenly.

Franklin went to smash Andre Sanchez's clenched fist again, and he couldn't open it. Karl also came to help. "What a cunning white guy..." After the two strong men tried their best to open them, they found that Andre While pushing himself just now, Sanchez quietly pulled off a button on his clothes.

Old Mike fired the gun.

Andre Sanchez slumped on the ground like ooze, breathing heavily, suddenly... he started laughing wildly, and sang a song hard at this juncture when he was about to reach the end of his life, and even used the classic worker song. The tone of SolidarityForever.

"I have witnessed the glory of Stepping Zoo."

"We baptized ourselves with the blood of Nger and the blood of other bastards."

"We want to overthrow the Jewish pseudo-government and bring down one Jew after another."

"The white man strode forward..."

'boom! ’

"FXXK! Fuck you!" Franklin was furious, grabbing the old Mike's gun and pulling the trigger, the singing finally stopped.

"Clean up, you go get the cement." Old Mike glanced at the blood hole in Andre Sanchez's brow, then looked at the smoking World Trade Building in the distance, "Something is wrong today." He immediately took two. Aftermath.

"Hum! Hum! Let's do it again with a little bit of care!"

Song Ya cheered loudly, and the rehearsal was high. Suddenly, the door of the practice room was knocked open by the silencer, "Ali! Ali!"

Why do you call me a nickname? So many people looked at it, Song Yamiao had a black face, "This is a serious symphony..."

"Watch... watch TV..."

Are you Hayden? Forget it, there must be something urgent, Song Ya put down the baton and followed out.

There are still many staff members running around in the corridor outside and telling them, "The World Trade Center? What's wrong... Let me, let me thank you... OMG!"

When he squeezed in front of the TV with countless people covering their mouths and eyes filled with tears, he happened to see a live broadcast of a plane crashing into the Petronas Twin Towers. The smoke and flames had already been added to it. Could it have been hit?

Was it because the plane was gone? He suddenly remembered the picture in the MV of the Apocalypse Song Empire of Hearts. The Twin Towers disappeared at that time.

It turned out to be today...

Song Ya was dull on the spot, and a song came to mind:

From Agincourt to Waterloo

From the Battle of Poitiers to the Battle of Anjou

From the Rose War to the Hundred Years War

Through the battlefield filled with blood and tears

The Battle of Bosworth landed at Cape Oak

The Battle of Stalingrad and the Siege of Cape York

To the **** meadows of Gallipoli

Unstoppable fanatic killing

From the Battle of Bannockburn to the Battle of Austerlitz

The fall of France and the blitz of Germany