There are still advantages to talking about things at the golf course, and high-end courses generally belong to institutions such as membership-based country clubs, and it is not enough to buy tickets just by having money to get in, which can block reporters and some people with other goals.

It is not like a hotel where the purpose is obvious, others may not necessarily think of who is partying with whom, non-indoor space, large place, wide vision, can partially eliminate surveillance or eavesdropping. At the same time, it is also very convenient to talk secretly, who you want to talk to, get together and talk while walking, don't want to talk, hit the ball away and then accuse and leave, which can greatly avoid the embarrassment of direct refusal.

And the walking distance is large, the air is fresh, the scenery is good, and it can also touch the aristocratic sports, it is no wonder that some successful blacks take the risk of being pointed at by the black group to play often, although now this sport has been very popular in the United States, and the burden of playing on the public court is not big for white-collar families to play regularly.

"Vic, so let's get it?" Of course, Song Ya only plays this when he has a great purpose, and Bulletproof Benz drives into the country club, he asks Vic McGee, who is sitting in the passenger seat.

The bald man Vic McGee looked back at Song Ya, and then at his daughter Cassidy, who was wearing a beautiful long dress, "You do what you have to do, I will definitely have no problem with this." ”

“OK。”

Song Ya got out of the car, turned around and stretched out his hand, and very gentlemanly took Cassidy down, old Mike went to open the trunk, and the caddy at the door came to help take out the cue bag from inside, two.

Cassidy smiled very happily, and she took the initiative to hold Song Ya's hand, "I'm glad that you and Dad can resolve the previous conflict." ”

"We don't have a big holiday." Song Ya looked back at Vic in the car, who was viciously making a 'stay away from her' gesture to herself.

He had been copying the license plate for a long time, and he had completely fallen into the dust compared to the previous scenery in the stormtroopers, and he used the excuse of letting Cassidy accompany him to talk to Peter Flock, and he didn't think long before agreeing, and now this style is nothing more than a desperate face.

"Please ...... here"

A white waiter in a ceremonial dress at the door politely led the way in front after Song Ya shook Harris Bank's top credit card at him. The card was sent by Harris Bank at the beginning of the year, and it gives you free access to many high-end venues in the Midwest and VIP services.

Song Ya noticed that the good girl was looking left and right, and she was walking a little upright, "Don't be nervous, just be in your own home, no matter how high-end the place is, you are doing business." ”

"Hehe, I've never been to a place like this." Cassidi obediently relaxed, and a young woman dressed as a noblewoman passed by, and she looked Kassidi up and down, and then smiled at Song Ya with a smile that didn't know what to do.

She immediately felt inferior again, and as soon as the woman walked away, she lowered her head and began to examine her skirt.

"Don't look at it, that kind of woman is here to hang a rich man, and usually no one will dress like this to come to the country club."

Song Ya has never eaten pork and has seen a pig run now, and she can see through that kind of woman at a glance, "The skirt is very flattering to you." ”

"Thanks, this is my most expensive one." Cassiti said.

"I went to SBK's New York headquarters in second-hand clothes more than a year ago."

Song Ya looked at the skirt with very distinct plaid elements, it seemed to be Burberry? Vic's former police detectives can still buy a few luxury items for the girls in the family with their income, especially the big-name luxury stores in the United States sometimes have very fierce discounts.

"A talented person doesn't care what he wears." Cassiti said.

"Nothing." Song Ya put his arm around her waist, "I'll ask Yeremov to prepare a purchase fee for you when I go back." ”

"No need, I'm not a contracted singer like Ferge, and I'm just working part-time on vacation in your company."

"The company is mine."

Song Ya and she followed the service staff to the locker room, changed their clothes and shoes, and went to see Peter Flock.

The place was chosen by Peter Flock, and the two sides soon met, and he brought a merchant friend with him, but he probably didn't have any special purpose.

The four of them kicked off one after another, and Song Ya and the other party soon got the opportunity to chat alone.

"So that's Vic's daughter?" Peter asked, looking at Cassidy's back.

"Yes." This is also the reason why Song Ya brought her here, otherwise it would be really difficult to mention the sensitive personnel transfer of the police station.

"Vic was a very dedicated cop, and after he left, the gangsters lost their respect for the Anti-Drug and Anti-Organized Crime Task Force." Peter said.

"I heard that the investigation into him is over? There's no conclusive evidence that he killed his colleagues, isn't there? Song Ya took the opportunity to mention: "I don't believe that he is the one who does that kind of thing." ”

Peter glanced at him, "I think so, the conclusion of the investigation is not deceiving. ”

Song Ya originally planned that the other party would take the opportunity to hint at something, but he didn't expect Peter to seem to be in line with his own thoughts, indeed, Vic had helped him do the dirty work before, and in a way, his relationship with him must be closer than his own.

After a round of golf, he and Cassidy returned to the locker room, the girl was sweating a lot, the jersey was sticking to her body, her chest was bulging, and her long straight legs were particularly youthful and lovely.

Or is it delicious?

"You play golf much better than I do, where did you learn it?" Song Ya stared straight at her.

"I used to be in the school's golf club."

The good girl looked around carefully, then crossed her hands generously, grabbed the hem of the jersey and took it off, "It's hot." She said.

The two went to the shower in the locker room to take a shower, then changed back into their clothes and left together.

It is not known exactly how Peter did this, but on the night of March 9th, Vic Mackey had taken off his uniform and was wearing civilian clothes, with the detective's large metal coat of arms hanging around his neck, and his men reappeared on the streets of the community in Southtown, rampage like wild boars.

Old Michael parked his car at the corner of an alley not far from Frank's house where the street lights were broken.

"Let him stand firm."

Songya in the car saw that Vic was ordering two of his men to take Frank's arms and support the old scoundrel straight down.

"Do you know what rules are broken? Well? What did we have before!? ”

Vic stalked his thick neck and yelled in Frank's ear, "Do you M-FXXK think I can't come back?" Well? ”

"How is that possible, Vic, I've been praying for you." Frank sharp-tongued, "You don't even know how much I miss you......"

With a 'bang', Vic landed an uppercut in Frank's ribs.

Frank immediately let out a groan of pain and arched his body into the shape of a shrimp.

"Hold on." Vic threw another punch, swinging Frank's face to the side like a punching bag, a bloody arrow coming out, and two teeth flicking out.

"Do you remember? Frank! Vic yelled in his ear again.

"Stop fighting, I know what you're referring to......" Frank begged for mercy, "I'll stay away from their family." ”

Vic threw an uppercut, "No, I don't think you have a good memory M-FXXK!" ”

"Father-in-law, you're really ruthless......"

Song Ya looked painful, but finally relieved her heart and said to Old Mike: "Let's drive, I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."