Chicago 1990

"Tony, what are you doing?"

A little melancholy, he left the Flock law firm. Song Ya now especially wanted to find someone to chat with. He checked the phone number stored in his phone and called his cousin, "Still in San Francisco?"

"Alex!?"

Tony on the other end of the phone panicked, "Hey! Get up, don't press me down!" He complained to someone, and then heard Xisuoso's clothes and women's complaints from the receiver, "Are you in San Francisco?" he asks.

"You didn't go to work?" Song Ya raised her wrist to check the time, frowning.

"Uh, I feel a little uncomfortable today, the silencer is there, no problem."

Tony is now the security chief of the A+ Apparel Factory in San Francisco, with a silencer as his deputy. Of course, Scout also knows who they are. He will find a professional responsible for the specific affairs. Song Ya also turns his eyes on his sabotage. , Just do the eyeliner work well, "Is nothing wrong over there?"

"No, Scout has been busy all the way around, exhibiting shops everywhere, more and more employees, everyone is getting busy, people come and go, ha ha..."

Tony talks a lot when he feels guilty, "Oh, yes, I heard that there was a worker at the Huaguo Garment Factory who sewed our two-piece suit. Can you imagine it? That's... Haha, the long-sleeved T-shirt inside only has a fake neckline and fake sleeves. In fact, it is sewn together with the short-sleeved T-shirt. No, it's just a piece of clothing. It can only be counted as a piece of clothing. From the eyes of others, it looks like two things..."

"Uh, can you save a lot of fabrics in this way? The cost and selling price will be cheaper?" Song Ya accurately grasped the main points from his rapported nagging.

"Scott said the same thing. Yesterday he was so happy when he saw the sample and said he was going to apply for a patent!"

Tony slapped his legs over there and laughed, "But I told the silencer, oh man, if it was me, I bought two clothes, but I couldn’t take it off. It turned out to be one haha, two clothes. Can you imagine the neckline and sleeves?"

"We didn't expect it. Someone can think of it. It's a wonderful little idea."

Song Ya replied.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that Big Kenneth killed him back to Nancheng?" Tony asked again.

"Shit! Don't talk about this Tony on the phone. How many times have I told you." Song Ya scolded him.

"Oh, okay, okay, I won't say anything, eh, by the way, what are you calling to ask?"

"Fxxk, you babbled and forgot what I was going to say, I think... Forget it, it's okay, maybe I just want to hear your voice."

"Shxt, don't numb my brother, I can guess, you want to talk about the wedding, right? Mom asked me and Silencer to go to Bedford Heights in February to help prepare for the wedding, okay?"

"Of course I can say hello to Mimi."

Song Ya hung up and called Mariah Carey for instructions.

At the same time, a fried chicken shop in Nancheng.

"Yo! Yo! See who is here."

Song Ya’s loyal fan Denise’s eldest brother is now one of GD’s opponents, a middle-level leader of the P Stone Gang. He is half lying on the deck, surrounded by younger brothers, seeing a group of people who have just entered the door loudly yin and yang. Get up, "Kenneth, where have you been hiding these two years? Long time no see."

"who are you?"

Big Kenneth sat down opposite him contemptuously, "Where is your former boss?"

His subordinates and each other glared at each other. Someone lifted up his clothes and revealed the handle of the gun at his waist. The atmosphere between the two gangs of old blacks was instantly tense.

"Fold it in Sinaloa's hands."

Brother Denise lowered his face and looked at Kenneth coldly, "I will take care of this now."

"OK, that's already a thing of the past." Kenneth said lightly, with no response.

"Ha! Don't think I can't recognize you by changing the name of the Hell Bobcat." Brother Denise laughed angrily.

"Comeon, we have made peace, haven't we?"

Kenneth handed over the dinner plate in front of him, "This, count it here." He moved the dinner plate to the left and picked up a glass of Coke. "This is the gas station opposite."

He pointed to the window, across the street, there was a gas station with poor business, "Our site is separated from here..." He took the Coke to the right, and found the hot dog sausage that Danes had half eaten, and put it in the meal. Between the plate and the Coke.

"Shit, don't expect me to spit out the site in vain." Brother Denise had a seizure immediately, picked up the Coke, and placed it on the plate again.

"I just had a meeting with your boss, remember?" Kenneth lay on the backrest of the deck without rushing and lazily.

"Guess what I think? Kenneth, you are a coward. If it were in 1992, I might still be a little jealous of you, but now? Haha, you were immediately scared when the police cleared the housing area. Leave your brother and run alone, or... are you going to be a taint witness for the police?"

Brother Denise is not stupid. He looked at Kenneth’s little brothers, swearing every word, “I want to say, although Sinaloa killed my boss, all of us respect him, right? "

He looked at his subordinates again, and after receiving a nod from a few people, he continued: "He is the Nger who is really doing big things. He is cruel enough and more convincing than you. Shxt! Finally, he can get an FBI detective. Go to **** together, I **** serve! You? Kenneth, you are now a guy who doesn't know which nursing home came back to pick a cheap one. You don't deserve to sit here and talk to me about the turf."

"I don't care, it doesn't matter what you say, anyway, it's me who is standing in front of you alive, not Tin...Little Binny."

Kenneth also laughed, "In short, our site is still on the front line. If you don't plan to obey your boss's arrangements, we will have more exchanges in the future."

He stood up, took a napkin and wiped his hands. "Think about it. I'll give you... three days. Let's go."

Regardless of Brother Denise, who was sitting with a fierce light, he left the fried chicken shop staggeringly with his men.

"The lawyer is looking for you." As soon as he got in the car, the driver reported: "He's..."

"Then drive."

Kenneth asked him to take himself to the place, then get out of the car and go to the secret meeting Barron alone.

"Someone wants you..." Barron didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly confided the matter in his ear.

Kenneth's expression became serious, and he remained silent for a long time.

"What are you going to do?" Barron asked.

Kenneth took a deep breath and rubbed his hands on his hair for a while, "Reply to them, I will consider first..."

"Space for no consideration, Kenneth." Barron shook his head.

"Fxxk!"

Kenneth was no longer depressed, and cursed: "You shouldn't have told me the secret code Barron at the time! Now things are getting bigger and bigger... You don't know what I saw that day! What I heard!"

"Hey! Are you not?"

Barron was also anxious, "Don’t tell me what you saw and heard, I don’t dare to know! Has the two years of hiding in Tibet really consumed your will? You don’t do them. I will also find someone else to do it, and we will both be unlucky then! Do you think they are those street bad guys? Huh?"

"Fxxk! Fxxk!"

Kenneth kept spitting out swear words, "I sent Little Binney to help Little Lori get revenge back then. I knew I..."

"Now the world has changed Kenneth. Some people have grown into our irresistible existence, and some people have fallen into the dust. You can understand this. You are not a lunatic like Little Binny. Only you can bring us back to the past. That's a peaceful time! OK?"

Barron looked at him now, a little bit of hatred for iron and steel, "Moreover, this matter is also good for your prestige. Now everyone, including those newcomers in the gang, are violating you, haven't you noticed? Those little Ngers will only obey the ruthless guys, you are like a sissy, be careful one day you get shot in the back by your own people! Didn’t you see Jamal’s end? I heard that little Binney killed him Like killing a dog!"

Kenneth's eyes were flushed with blood red, and he finally ‘inspired’ his fighting spirit, "Well, I’ll do it. Actually, it’s not hard to find a fool who is willing to do this."

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Little Lori, Thisisforyoupimpin\'

"Lori!"

Two days later, outside the iron gate of the confinement room came the prison guard's loud command, "Stand up, face the wall, put your hands on top of your head!" The peeping mouth was pulled away, and a pair of eyes looked inside.

Little Lowry curled up on the bed was frightened and his body trembled. He slowly got up, and stood obediently against the wall, raising his hands and holding them to the back of his head.

The sound of the chain shaking and the key opening the door was heard outside. With a bang, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and some fresh air was blown into the confinement room with an unpleasant smell.

Two tall white prison guards walked in and shackled him roughly.

"This is..." There was a hint of joy in his heart, and he licked his dry lips. "Am I leaving here?"

"Yes, big star, hehe." The prison guard replied with a smile, "Congratulations, for getting an ordinary single cell."

Little Lori let out a sigh of relief, "I, ahem, I want to see a lawyer."

"It will be arranged for you."

He was pushed out of the confinement room, his fetters and ankles were connected with a thick iron chain, and he walked on the aisle to make a metal clink.

Smelling the air completely different from the confinement room, he slowly followed the prison guard and moved his steps, as if intoxicated, a completely different scene appeared before his eyes.

Strong second-hand store accompaniment came from the headphones. He clenched the microphone tightly, his hands and feet were as heavy as lead filled with tension, and he was hiding in the background and breathing deeply.

"Don't worry Lowry, you can do it, you are the best!" Tony's annoying nagging kept ringing, "You are the best!"

"Fxxk, shut up Tony, I'm not nervous..." He grinned in a heroic manner.

The two prison guards looked at him strangely, then glanced at each other clearly, professionally holding back the ridicule that was only aimed at the poor.

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Justtryinfindmywaybackhome

Theoldme\'sdeadandgone

DeadandGone

"Go! Come on! For us, conquer them! Conquer the world!" Tony shouted.

The door to the ordinary prison room was opened, and his eyes were squinted by the dazzling corridor lights, as if he had plucked up the courage to rush out of the backstage and the dazzling stage lights were as dazzling, but what happened? The audience is too quiet.

"Hey! Who is that!?" When he passed the ordinary cell, the old black inside recognized him, "Lori! Superstar! Come and sign me! Hahaha!"

They screamed strangely.

"Lori, Lori!" Was it so stunned by my appearance? The men and women suddenly began to whistle the mountains and the tsunami, and the beautiful girls crowded under the stage were crying like crazy, "I love you! I love you! Little Lori!"

To keep the cool persona, well, leave them alone, let Pablo quietly send his phone to them after the performance, and then just wait in the hotel. Now... he counted the beats and put the microphone to his mouth.

AndOhh..

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Justtryinfindmywaybackhome

Buttheoldme\'sdeadandgone

DeadandGone, deadandgone...

After singing a song, he went backstage.

Wait, no, why does it smell like cigarettes?

He passed the door of a cell, and the guy inside was stomping his cigarette butts on the soles of his feet.

The two prison guards paid no attention to such minor violations and concentrated on escorting them.

He began to swallow and pursed his mouth, and the addiction that had been forgotten by the confinement began to crawl in his mind like an all-pervasive worm.

"AK..." He went out and called AK into the dressing room, "Give me some."

"Fxxk, Pablo will drive me back to Chicago." AK said, but he obediently took the good stuff out of his arms, "just a little bit."

"Okay, don't dare."

He began to enjoy it.

"Hey! Prisoner! Don't dawdle!" The guard scolded as he passed an old black mopping the floor: "Don't look around, concentrate on your work!"

The old black squatted down cursingly and concentrated on his work.

"Hehe." He looked at the old black back and smiled, as if he was in Manhattan again. The crowded Upper West Side, the muffler was leaning over and punching the bragging father on the ground. That's how that guy swears, dare to provoke me, how about? Still not begging for mercy?

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He even wanted to kick a few feet like he did in the past, but unfortunately, the fetters restricted his actions.

At this time, the old black suddenly looked up, and the two of them looked at each other.

Oh, not a bragging father...

Old Hei rushed over in two steps, WTF? You are not bragging daddy, what are you doing.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

He lowered his head, a metal knife was pulling out of his stomach, and then he stabbed it again, knife after knife.

"Fxxk! Stop it! Prisoner!"

The guard exclaimed and whistled harshly.

"Stop! Otherwise I would shoot!"

His consciousness quickly dissipated, and he fell on the cold floor of the prison without making any sound. The pervert that he stabbed a few times with the toothbrush handle last time wailed in the cell all night, it was **** annoying.

The prison guards are just like today, no fart.

Blood, even the blood flowing across the ground is exactly the same.

Iturnmyheadtotheeast

Iseenobodybymyside,

Iturnmyheadtothewest

stillnobodyinsight,

SoIturnmyheadtothenorth

swallowthatpillthattheycallpride

Thatoldmedeadandgone

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"The fate of the whistleblower!"

After doing all this, the old black spit on the traitor on the ground, and then raised his arms straight to the sky like a hero, "For Sinaloa! ForSINALOA!!!"

"Put down the knife! Prisoner!" More and more prison guards pointed their guns at his head.

'when! ’

The old black hand let go, and the knife fell freely, hitting the blood on the ground.

"Kneel down and hold your head!" The guard rushed over and gave him a hard blow.

"GD!" He knelt down shouting slogans.

"GD! GD! GD!" The prisoners in the surrounding cells also roared like beasts.

"Quiet, prisoners!"

The prison guards couldn't take care of maintaining order. They rushed to the ground, pushed him to the ground, and fetched him from the waist. "Alarms, alarms, ordinary prisons need support. We need doctors and ambulances."

Someone touched Lori's carotid artery, and after a while, slowly shook his head to his colleagues.

Iturnmyheadtotheeast

Iseenobodybymyside,

Iturnmyheadtothewest

stillnobodyinsight,

SoIturnmyheadtothenorth

swallowthatpillthattheycallpride

Thatoldmedeadandgone

whatthatmeanI\'mgonbealright

‘Singer Lori has just been assassinated by a prisoner in prison. It is rumored that he has died on the spot. For follow-up reports, please wait for our latest news. ’

In Highland Park, Song Ya was lying on the sofa with a blank face and an empty bottle of bourbon. He drunkly stroked the whisky glass with the belly of his fingers. In the unlit study room, there was only a TV. Bright and dark light from the screen~www.wuxiaspot.com~