Ending the small adjustment between the busy, in addition to maintaining the level of singing and dancing, Song Ya's main concern is the general election.

"Are you about to start?"

He came to the study early, and Goodman and Hamlin were all there, and it was full of people.

Dantre Davies, who is only seven years old, was passing outside the Cabrini public housing estate on an ordinary morning when he was walking with his mother on his way to school when a gunshot ended his short life. Police quickly arrested the suspect, Anthony Garrett, and the bullet came from the tenth-floor unit where he lived......

A seven-year-old boy was shot by a gang sniper hiding in a building on his way to school, and the high-powered bullets of the sniper rifle made the boy die very miserably, and this news was very hot in Chicago today.

"Why are you still broadcasting this, it's been a day."

Song Ya was a little unhappy, his brother-in-law Taryn almost died in the same scene, but the media did not give him the same treatment, and the police were not as active as this time, and that incident is still an unsolved case.

"It's time to clean up the southern city."

Looking at the crowd protesting on the street with a photo of the little boy before his death, Hayden said: "Fortunately, you moved out of APLUS, and now this kind of thing has become a daily routine over there." ”

"I couldn't have lived in a better place than the public housing area." Song Ya said.

"Old Joe." Taraghi handed over his phone.

"Hey, old Joe, don't say anything that is inconvenient on the phone." Song Ya chatted and walked to the bedroom.

"Hehe, it won't."

Old Joe laughed, "I heard you're planning a birthday party?" Over there in Highland Park? ”

"yes, I know it, Fei Ji is doing it, I didn't ask anything, she said she wanted to surprise me." Song Ya replied.

"That's right, can the party venue lend me a day? After your party, I'm going to hold a celebration there to celebrate the 500,000 sales of the TANK group's first album, which is the gold record, and Nancheng is too chaotic, I'm afraid of accidents. ”

It seems that there is so much chaos over there now that even Old Joe doesn't dare to have a big party.

"Five hundred thousand? Are you RIAA certified? Song Ya was a little surprised, it was not easy for this sales to rely on Lao Qiao's way of publicity.

"Fuck RIAA, I'll certify myself myself!" Lao Qiao scolded, "Most of the cassettes I sell, and then I bought a little more, and you also have a share of this income, I will settle accounts with you that day and let your accountant prepare." ”

Well, it turned out to be half a million, "yes." Song Ya agreed, "But I said in advance, there can't be drugs, guns and anything else, today's incident is very big, does it affect us?" ”

"The little boy?"

Old Joe didn't care much, "It's also GD's territory, but it's ...... Ahem, I didn't have a relationship with them, the gunman had a problem with his brain, and he actually tested the gun with passers-by, and the local gang had to hand him over......"

"Test the gun? I see that the news is a stray bullet manslaughter. ”

Song Ya was shocked by the cold-bloodedness of the gunman and tried the gun with the child...... It's crazy to do it.

"This can only be confessed, otherwise he will die faster." Old Joe said: "How can there be gang members on the street early in the morning, they all sleep at home, and the rival gangs will not go to the vicinity of the Cabrini public housing area to look for death, anyway, I don't know the situation." ”

"Okay." Old Joe is still reliable.

"That's it, huh?"

"No problem."

Since it has nothing to do with the hell bobtail, Song Ya has completely let go of her worries, the affairs of Nancheng have long been far away from her, and when the time comes, she will come forward with other celebrities to express her condolences and donate some money to his family.

The second round of the election debate started on time, and Gore performed flawlessly, and every time he finished speaking, the people in the study would applaud and cheer like a star-chaser.

"The opponent is too stupid, isn't he?"

After watching this debate, Song Ya's tangled mood was calmed down a lot, like the current deputy commander of the party feels very mediocre, what he says is an official cliché, the third-party deputy commander candidate is the funniest, the former vice admiral Mr. wears a hearing aid, often misses the host's questions, and people feel a little dementia.

"Gore is young, energetic, and has been a senator for a long time, but he is not necessarily worse than the merry governor who came forward to elect the governor." Hamlin explained.

"It seems that we are betting on the right ha, Yeremov, let's prepare for tomorrow's press conference."

Song Ya ordered, "By the way, add today's news hotspot in front of the speech, mourn for that little boy or something." ”

"I understand." Yeremov revised the speech on the spot, carefully worked through it with everyone until everyone could find fault with it, and faxed it to Gore's campaign office for approval.

"I will be shocked by the tragedy that happened in the public housing area yesterday......"

The next day, Song Ya began her speech in a small press room of the local television station, first making a statement about the death of the little boy, and then focusing a large section on supporting Gore's political views, "Mr. Gore's remarks in the public debate yesterday were very encouraging, and I very much agree with his plan to revitalize the information industry, and I also think that ......."

At the end of the speech, no one in the audience asked many questions, and Yeremov had already taken care of them in advance and would not answer questions today.

"It doesn't seem to be full."

Leaving the TV station, Song Ya was a little dissatisfied with the effect of this speech, "On the TV station's talk show just now, the host always talked about the little boy. ”

"It seems that the national media has broadcast the news, and the local media have been discussing it again and again, Chicago is the Donkey Party's vote base, and if there is such a bad law and order incident at the critical time of the election, it will be chased by people."

Yeremov defended himself, "Anyway, Mr. Gore's campaign office was very satisfied, and he made a special call to express his gratitude." ”

"That's good."

The convoy was driving on the road, Song Ya pursed her lips, feeling a little as if something was missing, "Is there something wrong?" Yeremov, I always felt that something was missing. ”

"It stands to reason that you are so strong, someone from the local donkey party will call you to talk after the speech, and I communicated with them in advance about the content of your speech today."

Yeremov asked Taraghi, who was in the front row, for a mobile phone, "There is electricity, and the signal is full." He simply took the initiative to call, Michelle and Claire were assistants listening to the phone, and they were told that they were busy, and the mayor's office and the state attorney's office did not know anything.

It's not normal, it's too abnormal, Song Ya frowned, and quickly used her brain.

When the car pulled up to the bottom of Hyde Park, "You guys go up first." He took Yeremov and Taragi away, "Old Mike, do you feel that something is wrong?" ”

Old Mike pressed his hands on the steering wheel and pursed his lips and thought about it, "The big man is not free, so ask the front-line police officers." ”

Song Ya remembered one thing, "Cassidy once said that his father will be very busy this month, and he is even too busy to contact his family, Vic is a police detective of the stormtroopers, and he is not a special police officer, so he usually doesn't go on such secret missions, right?" ”

"I'll find a way to inquire." Old Mike opened the door and got out of the car.

"It's done tonight." Song Ya dropped the sentence before going upstairs.

Late at night, Old Mack's Chrysler Fifth Avenue slowly drove out of the garage.

Circling around and stopping at a gas station, Old Mike stroked the fake beard on his mouth, put on the prepared old-fashioned top hat, lowered the brim, and got into a public phone booth outside the gas station.

When he returned, he continued to drive in silence, and finally stopped outside a police station in the southern city.

Staying quiet until four o'clock in the morning, Vic Mackey and three of his men walked out of the door of the police station, gathered together in the cold wind to smoke and chat, "I'll let go of the water." He said after smoking a cigarette.

"Don't be seen by the Director, Vic." His men laughed.

Vic McGee gave his middle finger back, straightened the body armor under his jacket, swaggered around the back of the car, and unzipped the tires.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and rolled down the window, "He feels that something is wrong, is there something we don't know?" ”

"That kid's nose is really smart."

Vic's eyes were always looking in the direction of the police station, and he laughed twice in a hoarse voice, "Just let him stay at home obediently, no one will deal with him." ”