"Miss Kelly, wow, you're so beautiful today."

The Southern lawyer is a veteran, and he and Jimmy had the same idea, and the protest did not get a response from the Chicago police and the FBI, but the media moved, and the main target police officers and firefighters could not sit still.

Vic and Sean were their own people, and it was really unreasonable to ignore them, and union representatives soon came to visit Cassity, and then promised to put pressure on the F.B.I. and organize larger demonstrations, and if they still didn't get a satisfactory result, they would even go on strike in solidarity.

"APLUS, TALK ALONE?"

Eli first complimented Mariah Carey, and then offered to meet Song Ya alone.

"I'm sorry."

Mariah Carey directly refused, "He wants to accompany me to meet Givenchy designer John Galliano." ”

"Uh......" Eli looked at Song Ya in surprise.

"If there's something urgent, I'll talk for a while, talk for a while, Mimi." Song Ya pleaded with a smile on her face.

"Only for a moment!"

Mariah Carey shook her face impatiently and walked away.

"What are you ......" Song Ya has been tightly sealed about the rape incident, and even Big A didn't dare to say it, so Eli didn't know it at all.

"Alas, don't mention it, I'm being caught by her."

Song Ya reluctantly took him to the study.

"I'm Peter's campaign manager, and I'm also your crisis PR, and it seems like I've been targeted by the FBI, so, long story short."

Eli got straight to the point, "Peter and Alicia will come to New York the day after tomorrow for your wedding." ”

"He's finally willing to show up?"

Song Ya said with some resentment: "If he was willing to intervene at the first time, that matter should not be the way it is now." ”

"I'm sorry, Peter has his troubles, the FBI has a dead detective, and they hate Vic so much that they even went so far as to be illegally detained by the SA's family afterwards."

Eli said: "Peter was also under a lot of pressure. ”

"I don't even understand why Vic was involved in the murder of the FBI......"

According to his 'personality', he would never know what Vic did, so Song Ya immediately shook his head and complained, "This matter is too bizarre. ”

"The FBI certainly has some conclusive evidence......"

Eli explained: "But now things have changed, conservative white organizations in the South have joined in, and Vic's daughter has worked well with them, do you remember Cassity? Your classmate used to work at your record label. ”

"Of course I do."

She can't hide her affair with Cassidy, after all, she once helped Cassidy find Peter's helper scholarship, and she also accompanied herself to the golf course to meet Peter, in order to help Vic seek reinstatement.

I just don't know what Peter told Eli, I didn't pay much attention to it before, Song Ya doesn't remember if Eli heard and saw a more intimate interaction between himself and Cassidy when he was in and out of the A+ record, "Now the FBI hasn't reacted yet?" He asked.

"Yes, before I came, they had just given an official reply to the police and firefighters that they had arrested four SA members on the grounds of an old case from '88."

"That way, the attorneys assigned by the police and firefighters will soon be able to see Vic and them," Eli said. ”

"That's right."

Song Ya glanced at the old Mike at the door, "Then everything will return to the normal track of ordinary case trials?" ”

"That's pretty much it, the F.B.I. might have used some other small tricks, but they couldn't delay it for much longer." Eli replied, "The details may still require Peter to talk to you personally." ”

"So be it, I see." Song Ya nodded.

"Oh yes, Goodman came to talk to me about campaign contributions, and he said that the third donation needs to go through another process and will be delayed for a while, right?"

Peter couldn't have told Eli too much, so the main purpose of Eli's trip was to raise money for the campaign, in addition to spreading the word.

"I'm busy with the wedding now, I don't have the energy to care about these little things, you better talk to Goodman, I'm definitely not going to cause any trouble for Peter here, it's just a small amount of money."

Song Ya threw the pot to her lawyer.

"APLUS, WE'VE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER FOR SO MANY YEARS, AND I KNOW YOU RARELY MAKE THIS KIND OF MISTAKE, UNLESS IT'S INTENTIONAL." Eli does not endorse.

"Alright, Eli, I'll talk to Peter about this personally, remember, in addition to being his campaign manager, you're also taking my PR money, and you're working for me."

I didn't expect to be debunked by Eli in person, it seems that between Peter and himself, Eli's heart is still on Peter's side, Song Ya secretly subtracted a point from him, it seems that in the future, crisis PR will have to try other people, for example, the last time Ms. Sloan in Washington was good, the task of public relations textile quota was done cleanly, and the reputation in the industry was much greater than Eli.

"I'M SORRY, APLUS, I HOPE YOU TWO WILL ALWAYS WORK TOGETHER." Eli explained.

"Of course, definitely."

Song Ya nodded.

Peter's willingness to attend his wedding without suspicion means that he may have made a decision, and if he continues to maintain a relationship with himself, he must solve the Vic incident beautifully, otherwise everyone will not be able to do well, and the FBI is playing real this time.

In Chicago, a lawyer assigned by the police and firefighters has sat outside the meeting room with two aides, and he will meet separately with Vic and the other four for the first time, according to the F.B.I. arrangement.

"Excuse me, it's time for the meeting, you can ......"

The lawyer kept looking at his watch, and five minutes had passed since the scheduled meeting, but no one had bothered him, so he went to the right F.B.I. staff.

"There was a bit of an accident and we're dealing with it."

The other party replied.

"What accident?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, but the meeting will be delayed by about an hour."

"Don't make a small move, or the Chicago police and firefighters will immediately organize a strike in protest."

Angry threats from lawyers.

The other party did not look up, continued to work on the computer screen, and did not respond again.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that he met the first stormtrooper member, except for Vic and one of the other two, who chatted with each other about the situation and basic rights and interests, and was told that it was time to meet, and then it was about to be time to get off work, please come back tomorrow.

"What are you playing tricks on!" The lawyer angrily protested to the other party, "I'm going to see Wick McGee tomorrow morning, I'm going to see him first!" ”

"Vicmackey."

At night, several heavily armed FBI field agents opened the iron door of the cell where Vic was being held, checked his shackles and shackles, and then put a cloth bag around his head, set it up and walked out.

"Wait, wait, where are you taking me?"

Vic struggled desperately, and the dark wounds on his body from the beatings in the past two days ached, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

Adamant, he is in a completely different situation from Sean, the main target, and an agent in charge of interrogation often gets angry and then hits him with a thick law book.

"I'll change places for you."

Field answers.

“Fxxk！ I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer! Vic immediately smelled something was wrong, and he struggled even harder, shouting.

Immediately the back was given a stick, and he gasped in pain, "This gift is for...... The Inspector sent you. The man who beat him also read the name of the detective he had killed in his ear.

"Fxxk, I don't know anything!"

Of course, he would never admit that he couldn't see anything, he should have gotten on the elevator by feeling, and when the elevator arrived, the colder feeling should have been in the underground parking lot, yes, he smelled the gasoline in the parking lot.

"Who do you think I am? That kind of rookie is little Lowry? I'm not leaving Chicago! ”

Vic under the hood was ruthless, he knew that as soon as he left Chicago he was completely finished, just like the murderous detective, his tongue began to lick his lower lip again, and then, he quietly found a small cement block hidden in the cuff, which he had pulled from the cell floor.

"Let's go."

Pushed through a car door, then left and right, two field workers clamped him tightly between them, and the car started.

He lay down on the backrest, his hands naturally between his legs.

About half an hour, the car drove up to a plane and stopped.

"It's useless to be scared now, Vic."

The field worker lifted his arm and felt him tremble all the time.

"Fxxk, what is this!?" Another field worker suddenly shouted loudly.

only to find that Vic had accumulated a large pool of blood under the soles of his feet that had been pulled up, "Look at his hands!" Vic's wrist arteries were ground to a bloody blur and still oozing blood, Chicago was still cold at the end of March, his cotton prisoner pants had been sucked up with a lot of blood, and the inside of the trouser leg had turned completely dark red.

"This guy!" The field agent lifted the hood, and Vic had already fainted, his teeth began to bump unconsciously, and his body kept shivering.

"Ambulance, I need an ambulance!" The field worker shouted into the walkie-talkie.