Chicago 1990

The three cars left the Highland Park, inevitably following a group of'tails'. A paparazzi carried the camera and stood up in the back seat of the motorcycle recklessly, chasing the parallel position of the bulletproof Mercedes in the middle, facing the black hole. Shoot from the car window.

"APLUS and his party left Highland Park and drove to O'Hare International Airport. Maybe he plans to go to Dublin to see his son?"

A real-time report from a local gossip radio station was playing in the car. "Didn't he have a private jet?" a guest asked.

"I don't think Mariah Carey will let him use the private jet shared by the two for this purpose." The host smirked.

"Change the channel, Mike." Song Ya couldn't listen anymore.

Old Mike changed the channel casually.

"My brother is still too young. Don't believe me when you say it. I really told APLUS countless times. I said you must be careful of those women who have no good intentions. They will even quietly poke holes in the sleeve behind your back. , Just to be pregnant with a star child, and then to squander your eighteen years of high alimony and turn around to raise a little white face...I will receive interviews from time to time, run an announcement, and sleep can be consumed by them in a different way For more than ten years, there are too many routines, and I can't finish it for three days and three nights. That poor little Baby might have to be beaten by Xue Linfen's new boyfriend since he was a child. Really, it's no exaggeration...I'm the one who came here."

Big A is heartbroken for himself, yelling at Xue Linfen and the women who are routine stars.

"Will it?" The big A is indeed the one who came here. If it were not for the support of the two children after the divorce, he would not rush to rent out the small radio site to himself. Song Ya couldn't help but start to worry about Robb. In the future, "Is it really going to be beaten by her new boyfriend?" he asked Linda.

"Looking at the person, it's not your biological person, it must be a little bit close." Linda replied.

"Call the big A." Song Ya ordered.

"Al, replace it, I'll take the call." said the big A on the radio.

"Be careful when you speak! Don't irritate Robb's mother now!" Song Ya scolded him: "Jing M-Fxxk gave me a disservice!"

"Oh, oh, I see..." Big A Weinonuo hung up.

"Ha! I'm back again, listeners friends! Let's get back to it, you Ngers are jealous, jealous that my brother can sleep the most beautiful white girl..."

"..."

Song Ya held his forehead, "Change another channel, Mike."

Old Mike ignored him, turned on the walkie-talkie, "Just now." Then he slammed the steering wheel, and all three cars suddenly turned into a fork at the same time.

"APLUS wants to dump us!"

The paparazzi also yelled on the radio channel they communicated with. Some cars behind did not react and drove straight, but most motorcycles still followed flexibly, leaving black arcs on the road near the fork. Brake marks.

The convoy traversed block by block and drove into the parking building.

Before the paparazzi had followed up, Old Mike guarded Song Ya as quickly as possible into the dilapidated Chrysler Fifth Avenue where he had parked in advance, and then waited for the other bodyguards to drive the three cars out and take away all the paparazzi. After another ten minutes of observation, he drove out of the parking lot and headed to the prison where Old Joe was serving his sentence.

Song Ya's brain can finally be quiet for a while. According to the traditional Chinese concept, it must be to provide Robb with a good life. He can't do like his cousin Connie, and feed his own son to the homeless family to raise...

Eli and the others have already begun a crisis of public relations, and now the negative impact on them is not as big as imagined. The American people's premarital concept is becoming more and more open. This kind of thing is normal, especially for the celebrity group.

In the US media’s impression, she and Xue Linfen belong to two people who can’t beat each other, an African-American hip-hop singer, and a second-tier actress who is known for her gorgeous face in old Hollywood. Their discussions are as inclined as the big A. Yu is disadvantageous to Xue Linfen, because it is obvious that she has just been promoted to a billionaire at the beginning of the year. In recent years, Xue Linfen has suffered a disastrous loss at the box office of several movies except for'A Rape of Adultery.' Follow suit.

She is getting more and more tired and has disappeared since last year. She is also older and has the motivation to give birth to a child.

Because of this, the media is very interested in how the two got together, and the thin former chalice of Theron took the opportunity to earn a lot of notice fees.

The three popular star couples in the United States are Johnny Depp and Kate Moss, MJ and Elvis' daughter Lisa Presley, and Mariah Carey. Therefore, a media outlet made a list of the relationship between the characters, revealing the relationship between Xue Linfen and Johnny Depp in his early years.

All kinds of messy interpretations have made this matter more and more popular, and several indirect related parties are very satisfied. The vice president of Dow called back yesterday to praise himself and Universal Pictures also took the opportunity The "Dancing My Life" movie is linked to this gossip news for pre-propaganda. It is completely free of eyeballs, and it is not attractive or not.

In short, this matter is not a big mistake for men as long as they are not married. The pressure is mainly on the woman's side, including Xue Linfen and Mariah Carey, who have to endure countless gossips.

Song Ya feels deeply guilty. The price of just being refreshed is very uncontrollable. Fortunately, Mariah Carey has no plans to cancel the engagement ceremony for the time being. When this matter is thoroughly clarified and dealt with, she still has to go to New York to pay her , It should be able to save this relationship, never let the marriage fail...

When the destination arrived, Old Mike parked his car on the side of the road opposite the prison. This side is relatively remote, but because it is a prison, the door is very empty. Except for a bus stop not far away, there are usually no more cars nearby. Stay, so the lone Fifth Avenue is a bit dazzling.

Fortunately, Peter Flock has a very large network of law enforcement agencies. The administrators of this prison didn't mind helping a little innocuous. They released Old Joe on time.

Old Qiao dressed very neatly and formally today, with a bright pocket square in the pocket of the white suit, and a leather luggage bag in his hand. He turned around and chatted with a few prison guards with a smile, and then walked out of the prison gate. I looked up at the sky for a long time.

Old Mike didn't bother him, and only honked his horn when he cleared up his mood and began to look around.

Old Qiao smiled and waved to this side, and stepped across the road.

"Are you ready for the money to acquire the copyright of Lao Qiao's music and songs?" Song Ya remembered at this time that he had promised Lao Qiao to buy the copyrights of second-hand stores and SaaMagni and other songs. Too many things.

"You haven't formally negotiated the price, but I think you have enough money." Linda replied.

"That's good."

Except for 2 million to take 5 percent of Mark Anderson's new Mosaic browser company, Song Ya has not made any investment since 1994 and has not made much. To pay taxes, to pay for the private jet, the engagement ring, and to organize the engagement ceremony. He still has 30 million working capital. Buying the copyright of the old songs of Joe’s music should be It doesn't cost much.

"Thank you for picking me up, little APLUS." Old Joe opened the back seat door and sat in.

"Sorry, Joe, it's not convenient for me to be photographed at the gate of the prison." Song Ya hugged him warmly, "but I prepared a celebration party for you tonight, it's my own."

"Thank you." Old Qiao's body is much better than before he went to prison, his arms are very strong, his eyes are full of tears, and his tone can't help but choke a little.

"Go directly to me? Or go back to Lao Qiao Music first." Song Ya asked, patting him on the back.

"Go to you first, Barron will go too, right?" Old Joe asked.

"Of course, you don't want to get rid of him if you don't pay the lawyer's fee." Song Ya joked.

"These **** lawyers." Old Joe scolded with a smile.

Old Mike started the car, turned around and drove in the direction of Highland Park.

"I heard the news about you and the white Hollywood actress in prison yesterday. You have a baby? According to your age, you probably should have." Old Joe's reaction was no different from other black friends. Things couldn't be more normal, and couldn't help but tease Song Ya with words.

"I haven't officially figured it out yet." Song Ya had no choice but to say so.

"Is Eric okay?"

"Of course, he works for my record company and does the tuning work."

The two talked about their former friends, the doorman of Old Joe Music, and the tattooed Karl is currently serving his sentence in another prison. He helped Old Joe carry the crime of possession of weapons, and the sentence was longer.

"When he comes out, I will have a grand party for him." Old Joe said emotionally. The aunts of the TANK combination he held up have all done bird and beast, and only occasionally gather to perform SaaMagni to make money, or Blame each other in public channels. I heard that no one came to visit Old Joe, and it was even more impossible to blame or anything.

"It should be..." Song Ya said.

"Damn it!"

Old Mike, who drove quietly, suddenly yelled and stopped the car heavily. Linda in the front passenger seat screamed. Song Ya and Old Qiao’s heads were hit on the backrest of the front seat by inertia, and they didn’t react. , Old Mike started the car again and fell back quickly.

Song Ya was tossed tightly against the car door again, and vaguely saw that the road ahead was blocked by a stumbling car. There were several black people getting on and off the car. The sky was already a bit dark, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

"It seems to be an ambush!"

Old Mike yelled while reversing into the rearview mirror.

"Ambush? Who!?" Song Ya's heart tightened, and he hasn't offended any gang members recently!

"Oh! SHXT!" Old Mike didn't answer. The rear of the car was blocked by a car that appeared suddenly behind the road, making a crisp crash, and he slammed the steering wheel.

"Hey! Don't do this! Stop! Stop!" The black man who got off the car directly blocked the way with his body. He held a gun in his hand, but did not point at the inside of the car, but opened his hands with the muzzle up.

"No!" yelled old Joe next to him.

Old Mike braked again, and the front of the car was only less than one meter away from the black man's legs.

"Who are they?" Old Mike also took out his gun and asked Old Joe angrily.

"Hell bobcat people." Old Qiao squinted out the window, "it should be them."

About five or six black people came down from the front and rear cars. They pointed their guns inside the car and slowly approached.

Someone came to open the door of the driver's seat, "Don't move!" Old Mike put a gun against his chin, and immediately he was pointed at by several guns.

"Hey! Put down your guns, old man, put down you too!" the black man who blocked the road shouted, "It's me! Old Joe, let's talk to you, APLUS is there, right?"

"Fxxk! You can wait for me to go out and call directly, or send someone to say it! Jamal!" Old Joe rolled down the car window and yelled at the man named Jamal, "You will be dead if you do this!"

"Sorry, Joe, the billionaire from South City in the car never ignored us. I usually don't have the opportunity to chat with him."

Jamal glanced at Song Ya through the car window, "Come on, big star, go to the public housing area, let's have a good chat. I want to move you but it cost me a lot of brain cells, your kid is very emotional. My subordinates also said that you might not come to pick Joe out of prison in person, but I didn't expect you to actually come."

Song Ya glanced at this premature aging face with a face full of sucking, wearing the **** bobcat's flower headband, a little familiar guy, he vaguely heard the boss of the **** bobcat's current affairs. It's called Jamal, yes, this person seems to be the follower of the big boss Kenneth before, not the kind of capable people, but those capable people are now dead, imprisoned, all over. In fact, he has only been in the position for a short time. Since Kenneth disappeared, the position of the boss of the Hell Bobcat has changed frequently.

"Do you have to go to the public housing area?" Song Ya looked at him coldly, "We haven't celebrated Jamal. My brother said that you have a relationship with you. You can ask them to talk about anything."

"Some things are not convenient for someone to talk to, come on, star." Jamal shook the gun in his hand, "Don't put on airs with me."

"APLUS, listen to him." Old Joe persuaded: "Mike, put the gun down and don't do stupid things."

Originally there was a lot of mess, and he was dealt with by the Hell Bobcat all at once. Song Ya was in shock and was in a terrible mood, but the situation is stronger than humans. The Hell Bobcat shouldn’t have his own life, otherwise it won’t. Restraint, "Mike, put the gun down."

Old Mike gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and snapped the gun back, slowly inserted the gun back to his waist, and was immediately given a gun **** by the guy who was holding his chin just now, and he passed out on the steering wheel.

Linda screamed again.

"Shut up, mother!" The other party took out a few cloth strips, opened all the doors of his car, and skillfully blindfolded the eyes of the four of them.

"Even Kenneth knew not to mess with rich people, Jamal, you wouldn't want to see me spend my money on your opponents and the police..."

Song Ya let them do what they did, but still did not forget to try to find a chance to get away for him. He knew in his heart that he was not yet begging for mercy, so he was very tough both inside and outside, "I didn't expect you to use this method to deal with it. My own person, I'll forget it, Joe is an old man in the help..."

"Fxxk! I'm just like talking to you! I wouldn't have done this if you hadn't avoided us!"

Jamal pushed him into his car and kept silent all the way, and finally stopped in the public housing area. Song Ya couldn't see it, but he could smell the familiar smell of fried food in the corridor last time.

The elevator opened and was pushed around again. Finally, he was pressed on a sofa. The blindfold was removed. After adjusting to the light, it turned out that it was the room where Kenneth met him before. The furniture and furnishings happened. Great changes have been made, but the tiger skin on the floor is still there.

"Where are my people?" He only saw Old Joe sitting next to him.

"Don't worry, I won't move them." Jamal pinned the gun to his back. "Get out." He lifted his chin to his hands.

There are only three people left in the room, "Kenneth won't use such a low method to fool himself." Old Joe said in a deep voice.

"A beautiful action, isn't it?"

Jamal didn't care, but was very contented, "If it was for ransom, I could make a lot of money by successfully kidnapping a billionaire."

"Hey! APLUS is his own! The real M-Fxxk generation is not as good as the first generation!" Old Joe scolded angrily.

"Guess how we knew he would show up?" Jamal pointed at Song Ya and said to Old Qiao: "It's not that you brag to everyone you know how much APLUS respects yourself when you get out of prison. Pick it up in person?"

"Uh..." Old Qiao flushed, "M-Fxxk..."

"Don't waste time, I can't go missing for too long, otherwise everyone in my company will mobilize to find it. It is not difficult for them to find here." Song Ya feels that Jamal is not trying to kidnap herself, which is not in compliance with the rules. After all, there are many people in the Hell Bobcats who are happy to have a big star who has helped to maintain a faint relationship.

"OK, I'll be straight."

Jamal is indeed much lower than Kenneth’s “rank”. “It’s very simple. We used to hand in 70% of our income to GD every year, but now GD hasn’t protected us for a long time. All sites are It's up to my brothers to fight with real swords and guns. I haven't received any instructions from the above for more than three months. GD is over... Therefore, I don't plan to pay the money again." He danced in front of the two. Walked around and said.

It turned out that GD had to draw 70% from the gangs below, so cruel, no wonder it claimed to have tens of thousands of gunmen in its heyday.

"So?" Old Joe asked.

"The amount of money is huge, and I need someone to help him become legal." Jamal said, "you have to help."

Once the business and the gang's money are tied up, plus money laundering, Song Ya knows that she will never get rid of it in her life.

In fact, the record and film business is a very good money laundering channel. In the past, Goodman said that it was strange why the **** bobcat did not come to find a way to launder money. It turns out that most of their own income has to be turned over. There is not much money left to launder.

But it seemed that this peaceful day was coming to an end, Song Ya couldn't help but see sweat on his forehead.

"The FBI and IRS are staring at both of us. Old Joe was sent to prison by the IRS. You don't think money laundering is a simple thing, do you?" He resisted hard, his mind turned quickly, thinking about how to get out. Money laundering is absolutely undesirable, and he feels that it might be safer to spend some money to kill Jamal in front of him.

"Don't bluff me, although I used to have a low status in the gang, I have also seen how Big Kenneth does things. Now it's up to me... Joe, don’t you tell me that you haven’t helped the big guy before. money."

Jamal opened the drawer, and bundles of petty cash were piled on the boss's desk by him, "Look! I can't treat you badly. This is much easier than selling records."

"Hehe, you don't understand, we will all go in by then and sit in prison for a lifetime."

Gradually, the pile of bills couldn't move Old Qiao, "I am old, and I was released from prison. I am planning to enjoy a free old-age life."

"APLUS?" Jamal gestured to Song Ya with the bundle of banknotes.

"Why don't I give you a sum of money every year, do you find someone else to do it?" Song Ya even looked down on it.

"Ha! I see, you don’t respect me. If I speak, you all treat you as farting, right?" Jamal pulled out the gun from the back, inserted his index finger into the trigger, and turned it casually, "This is not a request, it is Order, or I’ll kill a lot..."

"Don't, this way, let's take it slowly..." Old Joe is more experienced than Song Ya, "Wait for me to return to Lao Qiao's music first to reorganize the business, and then we will try a small amount of money first, APLUS temporarily Don't participate, his goal is too big, and now he is stared at by reporters."

"It's about the same, but I don't have much patience. I won't be able to put down the cash soon." Jamal nodded, "I want a specific plan, now."

"APLUS!"

Song Ya knew that Old Qiao was dragging, and was quietly passing grateful eyes, a black voice suddenly sounded behind him, looking very surprised.

"Binny, go outside and wait first, I'm talking about things!" Jamal angrily rebuked at the source of the voice.

"Hey! Don't do that, uncle."

A black man walked in, wearing only a floral shirt, and two M1911s were casually pinned to the front waist. He leaned in front of Song Ya, face to face, "Remember me?"

"Are you?" The other party was very young, Song Ya didn't recognize it at first sight, but his voice was a bit familiar, "Oh, Binny!? Are you..."

He remembered that the gunman who shouted GD Long Live at the nightclub in Harlem was nicknamed ‘Little Binny’, but his appearance was very different, even if his physical development changed a little...

"It's me, haha!"

He was really the wanted criminal. He opened his mouth cheerfully, pointing to the two golden and diamond-encrusted front teeth, and said, "I knocked out those two nasty front teeth and got plastic surgery. Haha, you I don’t know, I was almost killed by the Mexican quack who didn’t even have a medical license."

The guy talked endlessly. He didn't seem to put Jamal in his eyes. He opened the floral shirt again and turned around, "Look, I also asked him to help me get all the words you sang to K-Ci that day. On the body, you are my idol APLUS, you will never forget the way you can't say a word at him on stage, haha, you are too strong! My companion and I were enthusiastic about hearing at the time! , Is there a pattern error?"

Well, the wanted man is his own fan. Song Ya's brain is about to explode,'Allthattalking, boy, stop, Heardyoudancing, boy, stop...' The lyrics of Sinaloa are densely patterned on the back of the other party. It is indeed that he was on stage at the time. Sing, the pattern is terrible, the cyan font is skewed, but there is no big mistake, "Yes, it's beautiful," he said.

"Alright, let's get out, Binny..." Jamal said helplessly behind.

"Wait, just a moment."

But the boss of Bangzhong didn't seem to have any deterrent to him. He continued with a smiley face and said, "I told the Mexican doctor that I had a wrong tattoo and killed him, haha...DaDaDa, just like the one in Harlem. , It’s so cool, but unfortunately I was dazzled by K-Ci’s insulting remarks against Lori, otherwise the first shot would have been bragging about Daddy."

My God... It's better not to let the FBI know that he has said this to me. Song Ya would rather have not heard what he said.

"But it's not bad. The people in Harlem are afraid of us now, right? It's a pity that my comrades also told me there."

Little Binny has no front teeth and a mature appearance. It seems that he has adjusted his lips and nose. It is not as ugly as before, but the indifferent attitude of this half-sized boy when talking about human life makes Song Ya feel a little creepy. It's not like the indifference of Mr. Kenneth's fierce eyes, but when a very common thing is said, it is like talking about drinking and eating, his behavior and demeanor are still like children in some places... ...Naive?

"Yes, they are scared." Song Ya could only follow his words.

"Oh! Oh! That's right!"

He was very excited and suddenly thought of something, pointing to the tattoo on his back, "Does your song still have it? I heard the radio DJ say that it might be a complete song."

"No, I came up with Battle's words temporarily, but I didn't even pay attention to it after I said it." Song Ya replied.

"Really? That's a shame. By the way, I'm back to Chicago now, but I can't continue to use my previous nickname. Does your song have a name."

"Uh, Sinaloa." Song Ya truthfully told the name of the song of the apocalypse.

"Cool! I'll be called Sinaloa from now on, you all call me that OK? Uncle, how about? How about this name?" He was so happy.

"That's a South American place name Binny, and we are not Latin."

Jamal complained, "The Mexican gang will laugh at us."

"Fuck it, I'll just call this, I decided." He didn't care about his face, "The doctor who happened to give me plastic surgery is a Mexican."

"Okay, let's go out Binney, I'll talk about it later." Jamal gave him an impatient push.

"Hey! Stop calling me Binny, I said my name is Sinaloa now." He pushed Jamal's hand away dissatisfied.

"Get out! Binny! Don't let me say it a second time!"

Jamal is also on the axis with him, the brain circuits of these gangsters are a little abnormal, "I am the boss, or your uncle! Don't think you can treat me as big or small as you have done in New York, go out! "

"Alright alright……"

He spread his hands out, "Forget it today, you will call me Sinaloa in the future..." muttering as he walked out.

"Fxxk, that kid is always like this... Want something to drink?"

Jamal asked Song Ya and Old Joe.

"No need." Song Ya waved his hand.

"Give me coffee, you shocked me today Jamal." Old Joe grinned and complained.

"Sorry, I actually want to talk to you and APLUS."

This guy doesn't know which one is wrong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or wants to re-establish authority in front of the two? "Bring in two cups of coffee for my guests, little Binny!" deliberately yelled outside the door, and finally the voice was so long, "Hahaha..." It was a strange smile.

"Money laundering..." He brought up business again.

"I told me to call me Sinaloa..."

Song Ya and Old Qiao Xu had been with Wei Snake for about ten minutes. Little Binny came in with two cups of coffee with a full face, put them on the table, and left a word.

"Be more diligent next time you let you do work, Binney."

Jamal handed the coffee to Song Ya and Old Joe.

‘Bah! ’

There was a loud noise at the door, which made Song Ya's ears buzzing. He ignored Jamal's coffee and immediately curled up and dodged in the opposite direction.

"I **** told you not to call me Binny!"

Little Binny rushed in with a roar, still smoking from the muzzle in his hand, ‘Bah! It was another shot, and another blood hole was opened in Jamal's chest. At this time, the opponent's body fell to the ground, and the coffee cup hit the tiger skin, making a slight muffled noise.

"Can't you hear!? Huh!? Can't you hear!?"

‘Bah! Huh! Huh! ’

Little Binny poured out the bullets in the gun holder at the corpse of the **** bobcat on the ground.

Everything suddenly calmed down, and he still kept shooting.

There were messy footsteps at the door, and several black people walked in to help the crowd. Song Yaxin, who had just recovered from the shock of the shock, raised her throat.

"He is your uncle, Binney!" An elderly gang snatched the gun in Little Binney's hand.

"He doesn't respect me."

Little Binney was still aggrieved. The gang who came in didn't seem to want to do anything to him. They stared at Jamal's body blankly, without saying a word, letting him go to the door and turn around.

"Also, you will not be allowed to call me Binny in the future."