Soon, when the day of the appointment to meet Sinaloa came, Barron chose a scrap car disposal plant around 2 a.m.

In order to pretend not to know, Song Ya specially held a party in Highland Park.

"Valentine's Day next year? We would like to, too, but the time is too tight, and the wedding will probably be held on my birthday, yes, at the end of March, on the 27th. ”

Mariah Carey, who had come to Chicago to promote the Christmas album, lovingly held hands with him and greeted the guests, "Bedford Hills in New York, welcome, of course, welcome, it's a big place, and we look forward to seeing you come to witness the wedding." ”

The two spent most of their time dealing with friends who cared about the wedding date, and Mariah Carey was full of sweetness, and she couldn't get tired of saying the cliché over and over again.

"The mouth is so dry...... she drank some wine and whispered in Song Ya's ear, "Let's go to the bedroom and rest?" ”

Of course, Song Ya could understand what she meant by 'resting', she had always accepted it before, but ......

"Not tonight, Mimi, I don't want to be out of sight for too long."

"Why?"

"It's a little trouble, good."

He did have a little trouble, unexpectedly, "APLUS, is it convenient to talk?" Right now. "There were four uninvited guests at the party, and it was the FBI again, and the lead agent was the same one I saw last time, but there were two more black people in the attaché.

"So late?"

Song Ya smiled and comforted his fiancée, "Let's go to the study and talk." ”

"No way, criminals don't take vacations."

The detectives laughed and laughed, accompanied by Goodman and Hamlin, and walked into the study together, "Okay, don't waste time......" He put a picture of the deceased on the table, "Do you know this person?" ”

"Nope." Song Ya looked at it, and a young black man wearing a two-piece suit fell to the side of the road, "I don't know." ”

"His acquaintances told us that he had been hanging out with some fresh faces with a Chicago accent lately, and that he died in the same route and at the right time as the vehicle involved in the Compton radio shooting."

"We have reason to believe that he and his Chicago friends committed the Compton radio shooting, which left one person dead, two seriously injured, and many others slightly injured," said a black colleague behind the agent. ”

"Again?" Song Ya was upset, "Although I am willing to maintain cooperation with you, can you not always bother me with such inexplicable things?" ”

"You don't want our contact to follow the normal process in the future, do you?" Hamlin warned, as he meant.

"The people who were shot included Sugnet, MC Hammer, and the Compton Radio DJ, who just dissed you on the talk show."

The two black agents obviously know a lot about the hip-hop industry, and it seems that the FBI has upgraded the investigation lineup accordingly, "Do you need us to help you remember the grievances between you?" APLUS。 ”

"Shit!"

Song Ya burst into a foul mouth, "If you really have a memory, you should know that I haven't responded to them in public for a long time, Sugnette's big mouth offends people everywhere, and he doesn't just scold me...... Besides, I haven't been in the rap circle anymore, you can check it casually, check how much I've earned this year, and you should know that I don't need to get involved in this kind of anymore! ”

Throwing the newsweek spread out on the desk in front of the other party, the inside page of this authoritative magazine reported on the three businesses he was involved in in '94 with the headline "APLUS's 1994, Three 100 Million Meter Knife", including the 100 million chemical plant deal with Dow that went into effect on January 1, the movie Dance My Life has a global box office of more than 130 million, and the original soundtrack of the same name released by Sony Columbia Records, priced at $14.99 a piece, is estimated to sell millions of copies, that is, hundreds of millions of total sales revenue.

The 300 million is completely different from his personal income, but the news, listing the cold numbers like this and linking them with himself is still very shocking and sensational to readers.

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

The FBI agent didn't dwell on it, asked a few more questions, and got up to leave.

However, they were in no hurry to leave the mansion, and a few guys came to the cold food and gobbled up, "Sorry, you're in charge of driving tonight, haha." A fat black agent stuffed his plate with a lot of sushi and salad, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, and quipped to his colleague, "I'll help you get rid of the wine." ”

“Shit！”

The colleague brought a small truffle salmon sandwich to his mouth as he looked enviously at the well-dressed guests who were shuttling around the party, "Next time we can pick the rich people's party time." ”

"Stop dreaming."

Their white captain was a little frustrated, "This new African-American light already hates us......"

"Boss, do you think he's going to be involved in Compton ......?" asked another black agent.

"Don't talk here." The captain pointed to the professional bodyguard who was staring at this side from afar, and at this time, the pager on his waist rang, "I'll make a call, and we'll leave here when I come back." He grabbed a passing waiter, "Where's the telephone?" ”

The three subordinates hurriedly hurried to fill the wine, and wrapped the doughnuts with paper towels, eating and taking, not caring about the sideways glances of the people nearby.

"Let's go."

The captain came back with a straight face after the phone call, and the group got into the car outside the villa, "It's unlikely that APLUS will deal with Sugnette, he is too lazy to talk back by Sugnette or the rest of the gang rap circle, and he really doesn't need to get involved in this kind of thing anymore." The fat black agent said.

"I agree, you're an expert in this area."

"But I just got a tip-off that the local police in Chicago have dealt with the AK killing, the Harlem nightclub shooting, and some recent violent crimes of the Hellbobtail, and they think that little Binny and Sinaloa are the same person," the captain said. ”

"What?!" The subordinates exclaimed in unison, "Then why didn't the local police report it?" ”

"They want to catch the suspect on their own and then use it to punch us in the face."

The captain was not in a good mood, "We are behind. ”

One of the subordinates said: "Now that we know now, then tomorrow, oh, it's today, and we will force the local police to hand over the relevant evidence as soon as it is time to go to work today." ”

"It's late, and the action is tonight, at an abandoned car disposal plant on the outskirts of the city. M-Fxxk！ The captain scolded helplessly in the car: "I'll be the laughing stock of the FBI tomorrow!" ”

"Can't we go along?" The subordinate asked.

"In the past, if the idiots of the local police messed up the operation, they would definitely throw the blame on us." Said the captain.

"We can look at it from the outside, maybe there is some surprise? It's all in Chicago anyway. "The subordinate proposed.

The captain thought about it for a moment, "Okay, then let's go over, quick!" Fast! ”

The car started and roared out of the Highland Park gates, and none of the four of them paid attention to Sinaloa, who was standing in the doorway.

"I'm a brother from APLUS! OK？ ”

Sinaloa, whose black mink coat was open to reveal the large thick gold chain on his chest, was now furious, and he kept walking around with his neck twisted, yelling at the security guard at the door: "Let him come out and meet me!" Or let me in and see him! M-fxxk！ He said I could see him whenever I wanted, he said it himself! ”

"I'm sorry, sir, you don't have an invitation, we can't let you in." The security guard was very dutiful, "Please understand, we have to strictly follow the rules, I will help inform the inside, may I ask your name?" ”

The subordinate immediately grabbed the wide cuffs of Sinaloa's mink coat, and he shook it off impatiently, "You just tell APLUS that it's his friend in the South City, his best friend!" The best one! He knows! ”

"Okay, Mike, there are a couple of people who don't have invitations...... It is said that it is Mr. APLUS's best friend in Nancheng, but he didn't report his name, and he was just outside the gate...... Well, the leader is about 1.7 meters tall, African-American, seventeen or eighteen years old...... Yes, the front teeth are golden. Ok ......"

A car drove to the door and honked its horn, and the security guard immediately signaled to Sinaloa and the others: "I have already reported, please wait, uh, please get out of the way a little, okay?" ”

“Fxxk！ Let him hurry! Sinaloa stepped aside.

The window of the car rolled down, and Michelle, who was sitting in the passenger seat, handed out a white invitation.

"Welcome, Ms. Michelle, please come in." After checking the invitation, the security guard politely returned it and opened the automatic iron door.

"Hey! How can those two NGers get in! ”

Sinaloa was furious, he tried to rush inside, but was stopped by several security guards with open arms, "Ah! M-Fxxk！ His hand immediately reached for his lower back.

Michelle's husband was so frightened that he quickly started the car and drove in.

"Hey! Hey! Boss, calm down! ”

The men grabbed Sinaloa's arm, "Don't be impulsive! There are a lot of journalists across the street! ”

"Let me in! I'm going in! Sinaloa's eyes were blood-red.

At this time, Old Mike rushed to the door with a large group of bodyguards, "Hey! This is the man I remember, I've seen! What about APLUS? What about my brother!? Sinaloa shouted with joy when he saw him.

Old Michael glanced at the cars and motorcycles lined up by reporters across the street, and hurriedly stepped forward to drag Sinaloa to the dark place by the door, "It's not convenient for him to see you now, and it's not convenient for you to appear here!" ”

"I'm in a hurry! Little Lori: Something happened to him! Sinaloa shouted.

"He knows, he'll help, I promise! But you should be doing what you have to do now, not in the presence of so many reporters! Old Mike was almost stunned, it was rare to speak so quickly.

"Woo woo, Barron said little Lori, he betrayed me......" Sinaloa suddenly cried on the spot, and wiped the cuffs of his mink coat on his face.

Old Michael rolled his eyes, "Then you go to Barron first, okay?" Let Barron be the middleman and contact APLUS. ”

"Okay...... I'm sorry Old Joe is gone, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to disturb him. ”

Sinaloa walked uncomfortably into the car, looking back at the brightly lit manor mansion step by step, "He promised me to come to him at any time, he said ......"

Old Mike watched him and his men drive away, looking at the direction of the abandoned vehicle disposal plant on the outskirts of the city, and said to the other bodyguards: "I'm not at ease, let's go over and have a look, and you can talk to the boss." He went back to the garage, slipped his sniper rifle into the trunk of Chrysler's Fifth Avenue, drove out, and deliberately chose the opposite direction to hit the road.

Across the road, far away in a dark green cheap notebook car at the end of the media convoy.

"That mink kid just now...... How do I always feel like I've seen somewhere? ”

There were three black men in the car, about twenty years old, dressed in hip-hop, who were frowning and saying, "Yes, I must have seen it somewhere." ”

"Maybe it's APLUS's former follower, it seems to have been kicked by APLUS? Haha, sad enough ......"

The accomplice in the car laughed.

The driver suddenly woke up, "Yes, voice! I remember, I remember this voice, the GD gunman who shouted The Gangster Disciples in a nightclub in Harlem, he was right! ”

"Come on, braggart dad just wants us to keep an eye on APLUS, don't mess around with yourself." Another accomplice didn't believe it, "And how could APLUS send someone to shoot Sugnet, he doesn't pay attention to other people's DISS now." ”

"I'll never forget this voice for the rest of my life, okay?"

The driver tugged at his earlobe, "I'm a person who wants to make a special haircut, and the braggart dad promised to help me make my debut if I catch the evidence of APLUS's troubles, although my ears are not as sensitive as his, but they are still much stronger than you garbage." I was standing very close to the gunslinger, and I will never forget the Gangster Disciples, and I vaguely heard him mention little Lowry. ”

"What then?" The two accomplices looked at each other and asked, "I'm going to go and report to the braggart daddy on the payphone?" ”

"Let's chase it over first, there are not many forks in the rich area here, maybe I can catch up." The driver started the car and drove in the direction that Sinaloa's car left, "Maybe I can really become famous brothers, and when the time comes, we will each buy a mobile phone......"

He slammed on the accelerator excitedly, holding the steering wheel with one hand and pulling the pistol out of his waist with the other, "It's time for Chicagoans to see the power of New York's Harlem!" ”

At this time, on the outskirts of the city, in the only simple office board room in the waste car processing plant, Barron felt under his coat and stared at the dark entrance with extreme nervousness.

"Don't worry, Sinaloa can't run away when he comes in, hehe......"

Vic, heavily armed and carrying an automatic rifle, patted him on the shoulder heartlessly, "You're not going to be in danger." ”

"Wait for the teams to act cleanly, that criminal has a lot of firepower." In the board room, the sergeant of Vic's police station was constantly coordinating his actions through the police walkie-talkie, while the Chicago police chief clasped his hands and watched quietly with his assistant and some senior police officers.

"Who's behind!?" Suddenly, the intercom heard the voice of the police officer questioning, and then reported: "Report, report, the Charles State Prosecutor is here, and there is a Cook County SWAT team...... At Entrance Three, he's going to talk to you about Mr. Chief. ”

“WTF？”

Vic was stunned.

"Charles, this kind of behavior of yours is likely to sabotage our operation tonight!" The Chicago police chief grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"You don't inform the SWAT team about criminals who like to use UZI? Let it go, it's almost two o'clock. Charles' voice came over the intercom.

“Fxxk！ He wants to take the credit, this guy who is about to 'get off work' wants to take the credit from us! Vic shouted.

"Shut up, Vic." The director replied helplessly: "Let them in." ”

Charz quickly pushed open the door of the board room, and the SWAT officers he brought outside who were armed to the teeth had begun to disperse, hiding in all corners of the factory, "The SWAT team is in place, the SWAT team is in place, and no target vehicle has been found at present." ”

"You're going to be bad, you're going to be bad for our Charles!" Vic glared at him, took the beer to him, and complained to the director: "We can handle it!" You don't need those trash SWATs! ”

"Maybe, 'your business'......"

Charz glanced at him very contemptuously, and there was something in his words, "Attention to all groups, pay attention to all groups, give priority to not using force to subdue the target person, if there is an exchange of fire, try to aim at non-vital parts, I want to live, repeat, I want to live." Over！ ”

"Roger, over."

"Attention, attention! There are cars approaching, two, over. ”

The sheriff had to order: "The teams are ready to act." ”

Vic ran to the outside of the board room to look, the pillars of light from the two car lights were far away in the night, and the speed of the approach was not low, he turned back to meet Barron's frightened gaze, quietly threw a reassuring look, and then simply didn't go back, scratching his bald head, and found the stormtroopers outside in the shadows.

"What should I do?" The subordinate asked in a low voice, "Do you have any money to live?" ”

"Nonsense, of course not."

"That ......"

“Fxxk！” Vic depressedly smashed the crushed scrapped car with his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "There is always a way, follow me ......"