Chicago 1990

Two days later, Chicago.

"What about Peter?"

Song Ya turned sideways, let the mover carrying the desk pass first, and then walked into the campaign headquarters where the office equipment was being removed. The celebration dinner ribbons, balloons, campaign slogans, and promotional posters were still hanging.

"He is waiting for you in the office, but he has a hangover."

Eli with joy on his face led the way, "Everyone was so happy last night."

"I was not there, sorry." Song Ya smiled: "Congratulations on taking back the throne of Cook County State Attorney."

Because a black woman suddenly ran for the state prosecutor and killed Childs in a dark horse posture and became Peter Flock’s main opponent, black political activists such as Michelle also joined the same race in the middle and late stages of the campaign. Hostile to Peter. This is equivalent to a complete political break between the two parties. It is really not convenient for Song Ya to appear in person at the election site to endorse Peter, so he can only keep a low profile after the dinner is over.

"The campaign was unexpectedly fierce, and we won very thrillingly, but it helped us expand the base of loyal voters."

Eli said. Indeed, the fiercer the election, the higher the probability of losing the election, but because the public's attention will increase, as long as it can win, the more political capital will be obtained. This is a double-edged sword.

"Jackie." Eli hugged an elegant white old lady outside the office.

"Can't you let Peter rest for a while?"

This old lady, who is very similar in temperament to Ms. Shirley Fleming, the editor-in-chief of Amerika Music, doesn’t seem to like Eli. Holding a cup of steaming coffee, she looked at him displeasedly and then at Song Ya. at the door.

"Don't make trouble with Jackie, APLUS is one of Peter's biggest funders."

Eli put the old lady's shoulders on her shoulders, moved her to a position, and opened the door.

"Oh, thank you for supporting my son." The old lady didn't complain about Eli's impolite behavior, smiled, and shook Song Ya. "There are not many people like you who are sensible, those who attack Peter. black……"

"Shut up Jackie..."

Eli grabbed coffee from her, "Come in, APLUS, ignore her, and don't care what she said."

"Sorry."

Song Ya accused the pouting old lady and walked into the office.

"Who?" In the dimly lit office, Peter Flock was sleeping on the sofa. He lifted the blanket and covered his eyes with his hands. "Eli, close the door, please."

"Mr. Flock, congratulations on your election."

Song Ya said to the opponent who had just sat up.

"Oh, it was difficult, but I won in the end." Peter Flock took the coffee from Eli, took a sip, and then sighed contentedly. "I didn't expect that my enemy was not Childs in the end."

"The political energy of African descent has become a climate in Chicago."

Eli had some lingering fears about the campaign that had just ended. "The woman raised less than one-tenth of our campaign funds, but it caused us a lot of trouble."

"Yes." Peter stood up wearily, and sat behind his desk with his coffee. "Your speech about pleasing young voters helped me a lot, Eli."

"Hehe."

Eli was very happy after receiving his compliment, "Let me say it, it's a cool thing for young people to be honest about being in jail. Your statement on improving prison treatment won their hearts..."

At this time the door was pushed open, "Why don't you turn on the light?" The old lady walked in again with a small plate with sugar cubes, "Peter, don't drink so bitterly." He turned on the light in the room and threw the sugar cubes away. Into Peter's coffee cup.

"Mam, I'm in the office..." This middle-aged politician who is very stylish and dignified in front of outsiders can only complain so helplessly.

"Pay more attention to rest." The old lady explained to Song Ya with a smile, "He likes to drink some sugar."

"All right, let's go out." Eli drove her away and locked the door.

"Eli." Peter called his name, holding his forehead.

"What?" Eli asked, then looked at him, then at Song Ya who was silent, and finally reacted, "Oh, okay, you guys talk..." He opened the locked door and left. Up.

"In a hurry? APLUS, sit down." Peter pointed to the seat in front of him.

"Have."

At this time, I asked and said that the other party would not believe it if there was nothing in a hurry, and the eyebrows were indeed burning, "Peter, I need you to help me solve a problem.

He didn't want to get his hands dirty to kill Sinaloa, so he could only do it through law enforcement agencies. Cassidy, the stormtrooper dad, should come to Peter first.

"Please speak."

"I was harassed by a gangster in Chicago. He even showed up outside my residence in Los Angeles the day before yesterday."

"I see." Peter picked up the phone and dialed, "Let..."

"No, Mr. Flock, I don't want to leave any testimony or report to the police." Song Ya quickly stopped him from looking for his men, "I hope you can use that guy's other criminal names."

"OK."

Peter put down the microphone and yawned, "The gang member who can give you a headache must be a big one. I may know his name."

"Sinaloa," Song Ya said.

"The new boss of the **** bobcat?" Peter looked at Song Ya, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You can't stand him?"

"That guy is crazy."

Song Ya knows that he knows his background very well, maybe he is now in his heart feuding with the Hell Bobcat.

"No problem, I will set up a special operations team against him when I take office." Peter readily agreed.

"Take office? No..."

The election is successful, and taking office will have to wait until January 1, 1995, and there is more than a month left. Song Ya can’t wait. “He must be resolved as soon as possible. I said that by the resolution, he will no longer become my reality. Trouble, forever."

It’s time to release the terrorist power of billionaires in the capital society. He doesn’t plan to maintain his image in front of politicians who receive his large funding. He wants to say anything in return, “I can’t wait, so I’m here. Came over at this untimely time."

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Even if you use a method that doesn't comply with the law?"

"Yes."

Song Ya turned around and locked the door closed by Eli, and came back and said in a low voice: "He threatened my child. This is my bottom line. I can't let him continue to behave outside."

"So you really have an illegitimate child?" Peter smiled. "With that Hollywood star?"

"She's not a **** star... Forget it, it's not important, please help me solve this as soon as possible."

"You may not know APLUS yet. I am worried about how to reduce the crime rate in the jurisdiction after taking office. I have to fulfill my campaign promise."

Peter took a sip of his coffee and said, "So I plan to use the middleman to convene a meeting with the bosses of Chicago's major gangs in January next year, so that they can stop their vendettas and turf fights and maintain peace..."

WTF? The elected state prosecutors convened the black boss for a peace conference? This is too **** magical, "No, are they willing?" Song Ya was a little caught off guard.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "Now Chicago's gangsters are bloody, they can't stand it themselves, but if the bosses take the initiative to stop, they will lose their prestige in the gang, so... they are missing a step now. Down, and I will give them this step..."

Hehe, this guy, when Childs was in office, the front-line policemen turned one eye and closed one eye on the gang vendetta. Isn't it just you behind the scenes? Now it's my turn to take office, and start thinking about calming things down and reducing crime rates?

Fortunately, this is the kind of politician who often has no bottom line in Chicago, so Song Ya's first goal chose him, "You don't plan to include Sinaloa as one of the peace talkers, right?"

"There is such a plan, but I heard that he is too hot." Peter said.

"I just said, he is crazy."

"Huh..." Peter sighed long, looking at the scenery outside the window, turning his back to himself, "APLUS, I can't do anything to Sinaloa after taking office, otherwise it will destroy the tacit understanding between the major gangs and me."

what! Then you said that setting up any special operations team was perfunctory to me? This group of politicians like to eat and eat clean, "I have always supported you Peter firmly, and will do so in the future, because you have all the good qualities a politician can have. Hearing Eli said, you plan to win Running for the next governor of Illinois?"

Song Ya knew that he was planning, so he put a benefit and waited quietly.

"Before I took office, we resolved this matter."

For the Cook County State Attorney, it is not difficult to deal with a South City gang boss, so he didn't think about how long, "Can you continue to trust Vic McGee?"

"It should be possible."

"Okay, let's keep in touch through him." Peter turned around and stretched out his hand.

"Ok."

Song Ya shook his hands, "I have a small request."

"Say."

"I don't want to see Lori successfully appealed."

"I can't control this." Peter frowned. "I can't influence criminal proceedings, and he was locked up in San Diego and key witnesses were murdered."

"You can do it, right? Peter, you must have..."

"Okay, okay, you just don't want to see him out of prison, do you?"

"Correct."

"I understand." Peter smiled and patted his arm. "Don't worry about APLUS, you don't seem to have a good rest?"

"Yes, I have been tortured by this incident for these two days."

"We all need a good night's sleep."

"Okay, then I won't bother you."

Song Ya walked out of his campaign headquarters and was blown by the cool breeze. The pressure on his heart eased a little, "Dre's phone." Linda who was waiting in the car delivered the phone to him.

"Hey, Derry..." I had to cheer up and smiled and took the phone to say hello.

"Yo...APLUS, it's me." Sukhnet's voice was heard inside.

"Oh." Song Ya agreed, feeling uncomfortable. Derry had a tacit understanding with himself. He had always clearly distinguished the friendship between him and himself with Sugonite, but he didn't expect to start to help Sugonite. .

"When will the Chicago meeting this year be held? Dre said you haven't notified you yet?" Sugnet asked.

"FxxkYou Suge, can you make this idea year after year? The Chicago meeting does not have your share. OK?" Not annoying enough! Song Ya scolded.

"Fuck you, I just asked." Su Ge scolded back.

"I'm very busy this year, let's talk about it early next year!" Song Ya wanted to hang up.

"Don't think that sending a few gunmen over can scare me APLUS. They only give me a tickle, and the blood gang will not sit back and watch this." Sugnet threatened ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What the hell? "

Song Ya was inexplicable, "Su Ge, I am too lazy to care, do you know? I am too lazy to care for you! You don't deserve the treatment of a gunman!"

"FxxkYou!"

"Fxxkyou! Go back and eat your own X!"

"You eat yourself!"

"You eat yourself!"

The two ended the call during the scolding. In Compton, Los Angeles, Sugnette, with his arm bandaged on his arm, cursed and threw the phone back to Dray, "You're right, it's not him."

The people from the death row record are here. Snoop Dogg is standing against the wall. 2PAC is lying halfway on the sofa, holding the cross in both hands and sticking it to his forehead, muttering words. The small radio in the corner of the room is playing an interview with a small New York radio station. Column.

‘The blood gang said that they would give the strongest response to the Compton radio shooting. What do you think of this? I heard some rumors...that you did it? DJ asked: "Is there anything I want to clarify? Bragging father."

‘I’m very sympathetic to what happened to the brothers on the West Coast, really, although my relationship with them has become a little delicate in the past six months. ’

The bragging father said: ‘but what I’m going to say here is: I hope they keep a clear head, you know? This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that smart people will do. The purpose of that person is to stir up hostility between the east and west coasts. If you listen to the rumors, you will be fooled. This is not good for the rap circles on the east and west coasts. ’

‘So you didn’t do it? "DJ asked.

"Of course, why should I do this kind of thing? It's not me. It's a simple truth. Who can profit from it, who is the real behind-the-scenes." The bragging old man talked: "I must call everyone to stay awake and sit first. Come down, have a good talk...'

"It's him! It must be this bastard!" Sugonite gritted his teeth at the radio.