Chicago 1990

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"APLUS?"

The lyrics of this popular music called BeWhatYouWannaBe are a bit slobber, but very inspirational, and the melody and arrangement are also great, ‘doctor, actor, lawyer, or singer, why not the chief? Be a person with dreams, you can be whoever you want to be..."

It just so happened that StepUp, the theme song of my life, was taken away by Mariah Carey. This song can be supplemented. It has a higher intention than StepUp's love song, and can better sublimate the plot of the movie's inspirational direction, "Well... At the end of the film, when the cast and crew came out, it happened."

"APLUS!?" Zhengmei calculated and was called back to his senses by Michelle's husband, "Why did you suddenly start to stay?"

"Nothing, I was inspired just now when I heard your remarks about the chieftain." Song Yaxin said that this guy can also give Apocalypse, it seems that I will play with him more in the future?

"Haha..." He smiled and looked at the court, "Forget it, that's just a joke."

Song Ya said: "When I first entered the music circle, I occasionally heard someone say something. The White House is called the White House..."

"It's not just because it was painted white." Michelle's husband took the second half of the sentence. "This sentence is a bit old."

"There is still a ceiling, right?" Song Ya asked, "Of course Dingkins has been the mayor of New York for almost four years, but he probably won't even be able to get a second term. Except for blacks and Latinos, all ethnic groups don't like him. ."

"Hey! Let's stop talking about this in the gym."

Michelle’s husband clapped his hands and stood up, “Michelle is more interested in these. Don’t you want to meet her in South Africa? Can you talk more and get some rest?”

"I won't fight anymore, and those guys on the court desperately acted." Song Ya smiled bitterly.

"bring it on."

"No, there is a camera over there." Song Ya declined.

"Come on! Don't be reserved!"

"Uh..." When his heart was loosening, Old Mike came to the rescue with his mobile phone, "APLUS, Vic."

"Vick?"

Song Ya pleaded guilty to him and followed Old Mike to the quiet part of the gym. "Did he catch someone?"

"Caught it." Old Mike replied.

"I called the police, everything went according to plan?"

"They won't mess up."

"Give me the phone." Song Ya called Mariah Carey, "Mimi, the police officer was here just now?"

"No! I was rehearsing at the headquarters, just received a call!"

Mariah Carey was panicked, she lowered her voice like a thief, "What should I say when making the transcript!? They will be here soon!"

"According to what we have discussed, remember? You don't know, you are a victim, there is nothing to be afraid of." Song Ya said, "It is not convenient to say on the phone, I will go to New York right away."

"Okay." She hung up.

"Old Mike, let's go! Call Goodman."

It just happened to be on holiday, and Song Ya led people to New York in a hurry, "Boy, what do you say? We won't miss it!"

They saw Vic in the hotel room they had arranged for. The bald-headed man was chewing gum, triumphantly lifted his belt, and shouted, "Three guys, ha! One of them is officially maintained by the U.S. Telegraph and Telephone Company. Staff! They swaggered over during the day, and we didn't even miss the lookout!"

"Have you called the police?" Song Ya carefully glanced at his two teammates dangling in the suite, closed the door, and confirmed again.

"Our colleagues in New York came very quickly, and we handed over all relevant evidence and people." Vic replied: "We recorded all the transcripts and left Sean in Tribeca to cooperate with them in the case."

"As planned?"

"Yes, according to plan! Are you annoying, who am I? Haha!" He patted Song Ya's arm, "put your heart in your stomach, we did it very cleanly and neatly!"

"Isn't the monitoring matter exposed?" Song Ya was still worried.

"No." Vic pulled out a video tape from behind.

"let us see."

Song Ya asked Old Mike to put the videotape into the video recorder. Because it was daytime, the monitoring screen was very bright, facing the location of the weak electric well where the eavesdropping device was hidden.

"We thought they would come at night, so we adjusted the sensitivity." Vic explained.

There was no big problem. The time in the corner of the screen quickly went past 12 noon. A young white man in the uniform of the Telegraph and Telephone Company and a middle-aged white man in an old-style top hat walked to the front of the weak electric well. The uniform man began to tear down. Equipment, the man in the bowler hat helped to look around.

"There was another person at the top of the stairs, who was also watching the wind. The picture was not photographed, but we still caught him." Vic added.

No one passing by came to bother them. When the uniformed man took out the big tape recorder and battery and handed them to the top hat man, Vic and the four appeared on one side of the screen. Vic and Sean rushed over like wild boars. Suppressing the people on the wall, the other two white men who rushed into the corridor caught the wind.

"I'm yelling, police officer!" Vic explained: "They understood immediately. These guys were prepared. After being stolen, they yelled and said nothing before seeing the lawyer."

At this time, a cleaning handyman came over after hearing the noise, and the building manager soon came, and he called the police.

New York police officers arrived at the scene soon. Vic talked to them with a joke, and handed over all the evidence and people. After all, they were being suspended, and this was New York.

It was indeed very clean and neat. Vic also pretended to help **** in a coarse and fine manner, causing the three suspects to sway in a close circle under hidden surveillance to compensate for the blurring of the face caused by the lens sensitivity.

The two lookout middle-aged whites both look and wear Italian characteristics. Song Ya feels complicated after seeing it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This aspect further confirms that people and things are arranged by Motula, but another It also shows that he can indeed instruct the Italians in New York to help with swearing, reminding of the rumors that he had friendship with the Mafia...

"You're not going to hand this thing to the police, are you?" Vic asked Nunus at the video recorder.

"Yes, after all, it is difficult to explain why we need to presciently arrange surveillance."

The police officer pressed the three suspects to leave, and Vic and the others followed. There were only two female cleaners next to the weak electric well pointing at them. Song Ya withdrew the video tape and took it in her hand. "So this thing is only Can be used for self-insurance."

"Anyway, we did everything we should do." Vic said nonchalantly.

"Why did you come to New York?"

"We came to that building in order to prove our innocence, and tracked down the Chicago capital loss case." Vic lifted his chin. "Then we will go back? Sean will stay one or two more days to see the New York police. Efficiency in handling cases."

"he……"

"We are police officers, don't worry, Sean knows what he should say." Vic said impatiently, "You were still drinking milk while we were catching criminals on the streets of Chicago!"

After exchanging glances with Old Mike, Song Ya nodded, "Yes, thanks, Vic."

Vic glared close, "Stay away from my daughter!"

"Cassidy has now set off for South Africa. There is a youth exchange event over there, which can add points to the resume." Song Ya said: "She wants to apply for a full scholarship from the University of Chicago, but that's not Like special scholarships for police officers and firefighters’ families, it’s too difficult to get, so I have transferred all of your remuneration to a special account to pay for her university tuition."

Vic nodded, said nothing, turned around and opened the door, cleaned up with his teammates, and left the hotel.