Chicago 1990

"Anonymous... I can cut letters or words from newspapers and magazines and stitch them together into a text, handwriting on the surface of the envelope with the left hand, and delivery..."

　　 Old Mike thought about it, "I can also handle the delivery. I guarantee that the source cannot be traced, but I can't get the text of the letter."

"Ok."

　　 The old man is loyal enough, and his anti-reconnaissance ability is okay, but it is indeed a bit difficult for him to produce an article that can impress the extreme white media. Song Ya nodded, "I'll write, just now."

'Hello, XX newspaper, I extend my most respectful regards to your incomprehensible but incomparably excellent work in Chicago. As we all know, the situation here is much worse than in the South. Those Ngers who were called by God to establish and live Do evil in the city...'

　　 Song Ya used the small message notes and pen in the bar to write while thinking, ‘They have defiled this New World, they have defiled Chicago, and New York, Los Angeles, New Orleans, Baltimore...’

　　 Old Mike looked at him as he lowered his head, and then kissed the extremely white person who was smoothly imitated by the tip of his pen. His expression was subtle and subtle.

'But the light of hope will never go out. There are still some Aryans’ final conscience. Several members of the Chicago Police Department’s Anti-drug and Anti-Organized Violence Task Force have been on the streets for many years to protect our peace and tranquility and black gangs. Constantly confronting, fighting, and fighting, but these true heroes are slandered as'troopers' and can only live in the hatred and prejudice weaved against the people by the media. This makes me extremely sad...'

'The FBI has also fallen. Recently, they arrested four police officers who protected us and performed their justice mission wholeheartedly. The local police seemed unwilling to support them. The heroes would be treated unfairly. I Faithfully beg your newspaper to give them some help...'

　　‘Please forgive me for choosing to send this letter anonymously because of my cowardice and cowardice. God bless Amerika. ’

"give."

　　 Song Ya handed the post-it notes to Old Mike, and carefully tore off the following pieces of paper with the mark of the pen tip, and found a lighter and burned it.

　　 "I'll do it right away." Old Mike signed the note.

"be quick."

Although Alicia is out of condition, she at least brought the key information that Vic and Sean were arrested because of the killing of the FBI Inspector. This alone made Song Ya extremely big, even though she was far away from herself. The conviction is still far away.

　　 The conviction needs evidence, and I don’t have any evidence to give them. Relying on Sean and Vic’s testimony is definitely not enough, because it is not himself who ordered Vic to do things, but Peter.

But this is not the case of MJ and Simpson. This is the murder of the FBI’s own people. Perhaps the FBI found that it did not find all evidence and sent him to the cell. But as long as he has a little experience, it’s not difficult to find out from him, Vic and Shaw. Guess the truth from the money dealings of En and others.

For example, Vicner donated money to private hospitals for the treatment of his children. The hospital also used the normal procedures of charity projects to treat the two children free of charge. Legally, these two things are completely unrelated, and it is difficult for the FBI to be responsible. What did the senior management of the scheduled hospital pick up? That kind of doctor has a high social status, and he works in tacit agreement with his own industry.

　　 But what about it? It does not affect the knowledgeable people at a glance. It is even more unlikely that the FBI will not understand this set of unspoken rules for the transmission of social benefits in the US.

As long as the FBI believes that it can be believed that they instigated Vic to kill Sinaloa and caused the death of their agent, even if they can’t sue themselves, they will definitely retaliate in other ways. They have a hundred ways to disgust themselves. They are FBI.

Vic is not very good at confessing, but Shaun is not. In any case, Song Ya knows that he is in big trouble, and must let them see the lawyer as soon as possible, and stabilize his mind. As long as the FBI is pulled to conventional methods, the rich can There will be a lot of room to play, otherwise it will be completely blind. It is useless to have money, as it is now.

　　 What if Sean recruits? Then I can only use the top-level political relationship for public relations, because it is absolutely impossible to establish a broad consensus within the FBI that APLUS indirectly leads to their own deaths, or that sentence, this is not about conviction, if the law enforcement officers believe that they are themselves It is the messenger behind the scenes. Even if they can get away with it, they will fall into their hands on another matter, and the old and new hatred will be counted together...

　　 This is not a trivial matter. It needs to be carefully studied and judged. If you use the upper-level relationship, such as Gore, such as Underwood, the handle will be pinched by those for a lifetime.

　　 And once the small chance incident of being sued in court does happen, there are lessons from the MJ case, and the ‘success’ experience of Simpson’s case is close at hand. Maybe I have to form a dream lawyer team to make sure nothing goes wrong. There is also pressure on the FBI by inciting black groups to make trouble, so the energy of the main marriage partner Jesse Jackson can be used. Maybe it is not unacceptable to buy any inner city broadcasting company...

And Peter, Mr. State Attorney’s response now is also unsatisfactory. Song Ya is the first and two big, he racked his brains to imagine some plans on his own, and then asked Old Mike to call Goodman back before he went to work. "How much is my second campaign donation to Peter? When will it be paid?"

　　 "The second sum should be paid by the charity organization under Susie's name, about fifty thousand dollars, in early April."

　　 Goodman recalled and answered.

Of course, Song Ya would not directly use an agency to give Peter a single one million campaign fund. The trickle of the various affiliated agencies under his name converged into rivers in a relatively inconspicuous way. "You want to warn him with a cut-off? Then I have to give You find a better excuse." Goodman asked.

　　 "No, don't stimulate him now."

In a federal country like the United States, the governor has a lot of power. This is not a small game. His one million is important and important to Peter’s campaign, but it is not that important. The US politicians abandon the sponsor or counter Gold masters are very common, depending on whether the cost of betrayal is high enough.

Unlike the previous Barn Chemicals acquisition case, which he gave to Underwood’s wife Claire, it was nothing more than money. This time it was the order of an FBI agent. If he didn’t handle it well, Peter’s political future would have to suffer. influences. If Vic really bites like crazy in the hands of the FBI, he can't escape. In addition to killing Sinaloa, he also helped himself get rid of Little Lori. Vic was also involved, and Vic also helped him contact him. Song Ya knew about the peace conference held by several major gangs in Chicago. The Chicago realm knows that Vic is'his man'. It is estimated that Vic, whom Song Ya does not know, has also helped him a lot, and he is also very big. At this time, I will use the confession to stimulate him who knows he will do it. What's the reaction...

　　 "That?" Goodman was puzzled.

　　 "APLUS! The first show has begun!" At this time, Al Xing rushed over and urged, "Come on!"

　　 "Uh, forget about the second payment, you go to his campaign manager Eli, start talking from the third payment, just talk about the campaign, don't say anything else."

　　 After he finished speaking, he walked into the box with rumbling music.

Old Mike drove the car out of the bar. At a glance, he saw two white men in the roadside car staring at the door intently. They should be in plain clothes from the FBI. He gritted his teeth, called Mavota, and whispered. Remind him to be vigilant and go ahead and send an anonymous letter first.

　　 At the same time, Carl Letterman returned to the interrogation room. He sat in front of Sean and said with a sly smile, "Sean, let's relax and talk about your trip to New York."

　　 "I want to see a lawyer." Sean held his forehead with both hands, very depressed.

"You were well received in New York~www.wuxiaspot.com~ right? I noticed that you were staying in a good hotel. I got some hotel spending records at the time. Can anyone help pay for it? Wow, Do you want the full French meal and massage service delivered to the room?"

　　 Karl Letterman pushed some documents in front of him, staring at his expression and reaction without blinking, not letting go of every detail.

　　 "I want to see a lawyer!"

　　 Xiao En was furious again, "Fxxk! You have far exceeded the prescribed detention time, and you will be killed when I go out! I am the one who almost died at gunpoint, and I am also a victim!"

　　 "Just chat and pass the time." Carl Letterman was indifferent, "In this way, as a deal, you give me these insignificant information, and I will eliminate your 1988 case. You are very profitable."

　　 "You have power?" Sean asked.

　　 "Comeon, I have the final say in your case." Karl Lightman smiled and asked the female partner to pass him the documents that testified the transaction.