Chicago 1990

Talking about things at the golf course is still good. High-end golf courses are generally affiliated country clubs. If you want to get in, you can't just buy tickets with money. It can block reporters and some people with special purpose.

It’s not like a restaurant, where the purpose is obvious. People don’t necessarily think of who is gathering with whom. It’s non-indoor space, the place is large, and the field of vision is open, which can partly prevent surveillance or eavesdropping. At the same time, it is also very convenient for private conversations, who want to chat with, get together and chat while walking, but don't want to chat, hit the ball far and then confess to leave, which can greatly avoid the embarrassment of direct rejection.

Moreover, the walking distance is large, the air is fresh, the scenery is good, and it can be connected to the noble sports. It is no wonder that some successful blacks risk being pointed by the black community and often play it, although this sport is already in the United States. It is very popular, and the general white-collar family of the popular stadium is not too burdensome to play.

"Vick, let's say it?" Of course, Song Yawan will only play this when he has great intentions. Bulletproof Mercedes drove into the country club. He confronted Vic McGee in the passenger seat. Asked.

The strong bald man Vick McGee looked back at Song Ya and then at his daughter Cassidy, who was wearing a beautiful long dress next to him, "You do what you should do, I will never have a problem."

"OK."

Song Ya got out of the car, turned around and stretched out her hand, very gentlemanly picking up Cathy. Old Mike went to open the trunk, and the caddy at the door came to help take out the cue bag, two.

Cassidy smiled very happily, she took the initiative to hold Song Ya's hand, "I'm glad you and Dad can resolve the previous conflict."

"We didn't have a big holiday." Song Ya looked back at Vic in the car, and the other party was making a vicious lipstick of ‘keep away from her’ at herself.

He has copied the license plate for a long time. Compared with the previous scenery in the stormtroopers, he has completely fallen into the dust. He made an excuse to let Cassiti accompany him to talk to Peter Flock, and he agreed without thinking about it. Now this attitude is nothing more than just keeping up face.

"this way please……"

A white waiter in a formal dress at the door, after Song Ya shook the top credit card of Harris Bank towards him, immediately led the way politely. This card was sent by Harris Bank at the beginning of the year. With it, you can freely enter and exit many high-end places in the Midwest and enjoy related VIP services.

Song Ya noticed that the good girl was looking around, and she was walking a little bit, "Don't be nervous, just treat it as your own home, no matter how high-end the place is, it will do business."

"Hehe, I've never been to a place like this before." Cassidy relaxed her body obediently. At this moment, a young woman dressed as a lady passed by, and she looked up and down at Cassidy. Then he cast a wink at Song Ya with a smile that didn't know the meaning.

She immediately became inferior again, and the woman immediately lowered her head after walking away and started checking her skirt.

"Don't look at it, that kind of woman is here to hang on to the wealthy. Generally no one will dress like this to the country club."

Song Ya has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. She can see through that kind of woman at a glance, "The skirt suits you very well."

"Thank you, this is my most expensive item." Cassidy said.

"I wore second-hand clothes to the SBK New York headquarters building more than a year ago."

Song Ya looked at the skirt with very distinctive lattice elements, like Burberry? Vic's former police detectives can still buy some luxury goods for the girls in the family, especially the big luxury luxury stores in the United States sometimes have very aggressive discounts.

"A talented person doesn't care what he wears." Cassidy said.

"Nothing." Song Ya put his arms around her waist, "I will ask Yeremov to prepare a storage fee for you."

"No, I'm not a signed singer like Fergie, and I just work part-time in your company during the holidays."

"The company is mine."

Song Ya and her followed the service staff to the locker room, changed their clothes and shoes, and went to see Peter Flock.

The place was chosen by Peter Flock, and the two sides quickly met. He also brought a businessman friend with him, but it should have no special purpose.

The four kicked off one after another, and Song Ya and the other party soon got the opportunity to chat alone.

"So that's Vic's daughter?" Peter asked, looking at Cassidy's back.

"Yes." This is also the reason Song Ya brought her here, otherwise it would be difficult to mention the sensitive police personnel transfer.

"Vick is a very conscientious policeman. After he left, the gangs have lost awe of the anti-drug and anti-organized crime team." Peter said.

"I heard that the investigation of him is over? There is no conclusive evidence that he killed his colleague, isn't it?" Song Ya took the opportunity to ask, "I don't believe he was the one who did that kind of thing."

Peter glanced at him, "I think so, the conclusion of the investigation will not deceive."

Song Ya originally planned that the other party would take the opportunity to suggest something, but Peter seemed to agree with his own thoughts. Indeed, Vic had helped him with dirty work before. In some ways, his relationship with him was definitely closer than himself.

After a round of golf, he and Cassidy returned to the locker room. The girl sweated a lot, the jersey was attached to her body, her bulging chest, and her straight long legs were very youthful and lovely.

Or is it delicious?

"You play golf much better than me, where did you learn it?" Song Ya stared at her directly.

"Previously participated in the school golf club."

The good girl looked around carefully, then crossed her hands generously, grabbed the hem of the jersey and took it off, "It's so hot," she said.

The two took a shower in the shower room of the dressing room, then changed back to their clothes and left together.

Song Ya didn’t know exactly how Peter did it, but on the night of March 9 Vick McGee had already taken off his uniform and dressed in casual clothes. The detective’s large metal coat of arms hung around his neck, and his men reappeared in Nancheng. The streets of the community were rampaged like wild boars.

Old Mike parked the car to an alley with a broken street light not far from Frank's house.

"Let him stand firm."

Song Ya in the car saw that Vic was ordering two of his men to one side, holding Frank's arms, and supporting the old rogue's body.

"Do you know what the rules are broken? Huh? What agreement did we have before!?"

Vic grinned with a thick neck and yelled into Frank's ear, "Do you M-FXXK think I can't come back? Huh?"

"How is it possible, Vic, I have been praying for you~www.wuxiaspot.com~Frank's teeth are sharp, "You don't know how much I miss you..."

With a ‘bang’, Vic hit Frank in the side with an uppercut.

Frank groaned in pain, his body bowed into the shape of shrimp.

"Hold it on." Vic punched again, slamming Frank's face to one side like a sandbag, a **** arrow came out, and two teeth were thrown out.

"Did you remember? Frank!" Vic yelled in his ear again.

"Don't fight, I know what you mean..." Frank begged for mercy. "I will stay away from their family."

Vic hit an uppercut, "No, I think your M-FXXK has a bad memory!"

"Lao Zhangren, you are so cruel..."

Song Ya looked painful, but finally let go of his heart and said to Old Mike: "Let's drive, I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."