In the dim corner of the garage, Song Ya has been frowning since she learned the news from the old Mike who came back.

"You're safe." Old Michael waited for a long time to see that he didn't speak, so he could only speak first.

"Mike, you've done it in law enforcement, do you think they're going to do it?" Song Ya asked.

"Vic is wearing body armor and his companion is carrying an automatic weapon, so there are three hours at most, before the morning rush hour in the city traffic."

Old Mac looked at his watch, "The front-line police force is not strict-minded, since they have all started to prepare for action, it can't be delayed any longer, if the senior management of the law enforcement unit really wants to do practical things." At least I used to. ”

"How big will it be?" Song Ya asked.

"It's okay to stay at home, kid." Old Mike's eyes narrowed, "Don't you want to inform anyone, do you?" ”

Song Ya stopped talking again, he really wanted Lao Mike to bring a message to Lao Qiao, but now it seems that it is too close to the time of the police action, which is a bit unrealistic. He also planned to call Old Joe directly, using the time when the little boy was shot and killed that it was not suitable for another party, and hinted that he should be careful by notifying the party to be cancelled, but for a while he could not think of any hints that Old Joe could understand.

"It's almost five o'clock now, go back to bed and get a good night's sleep, haven't you slept all night?"

Old Mike pushed him upstairs, "I need to rest too, I'm old......"

"Obviously, according to the information that Cassidy inadvertently revealed, her father Vic was notified of the big operation very early, so the shooting of the little boy must have been just a fuse, and the police have been planning for a long time......"

Song Ya knew very well in his heart, "Judging from the reactions of those donkey party people I know, at least this is a politically considered and prepared operation, and the scale will never be small, and Vic is just a front-line police detective, he said that I am okay I may not be fine, the Harlem nightclub incident The FBI has not let go, and the wanted GD gunman 'Little Binny' who escaped has always been there." ”

"Don't lie to yourself BOY, do you really think you're going to be okay with yourself? Or do you want to tweak your friends with gang backgrounds at times like these? You can't risk it for them. ”

Old Mack paused and said with a rare emotion, "Violence in South City is becoming more and more frequent, there are so many innocent people like Taryn and that little boy from yesterday who have been killed, no matter what those politicians want to do, this operation itself must be a good thing, isn't it?" They are finally willing to take action, even if they can't fundamentally reverse the law and order in Nancheng, even if the motives are not so simple! ”

The security of the United States is my ......

Forget it, "Old Mike, you're right. ”

Back in the bedroom, Phigie and Amy Adams were asleep, they had been busy with the birthday party for the past two days, and they seemed to be tired.

Pushing open the door to the study, which was empty, he closed the door, turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and lay down on the couch.

For Old Joe, he has a little affection, but that's not the most important thing, he is afraid that the police will find out Kenneth's boss.

Old Joe doesn't live in the public housing area, and he is not a core member of the gang, so he should be fine. As for the big guy Kenneth...... Indeed, as Old Mac said, a drug dealer and gang leader, he can't worry about this kind of person.

But precisely because Kenneth is a real criminal, and he has met with him several times, and there is still a large group of people present, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no traitors who confess to the police among his younger brothers......

Due to the existence of plea bargaining, many criminals are eager to recruit all the people they know and don't know in order to get a good plea agreement, and Emicia took this loophole to help her brother Tony get a suspended sentence, but now this thing is a bit unfavorable to herself.

Even if you're okay, Hellbobtail bad luck or GD bad luck will have a series of effects, will Daddy Bragging and Mary Bliget still be as honest as they are now?

Perhaps, after all, GD killed too hard in the Harlem nightclub, and they didn't dare to gamble with their lives again.

But it is indeed possible that it will not, and it is not unusual for these black singers from the bottom to say anything, and it cannot be regarded as a rational person......

GD can take out the Harlem nightclub case and brag about it, but the indiscriminate killing of children will definitely be spurned by Quanmi, which is a major blow to GD's 'image', and he must draw a line in the future, and he will no longer be able to reap that little benefit from it.

How to do crisis PR?

He fell asleep in a state of torment.

"Boss, boss?"

Confused and awakened by Taraghi, he raised his hand and lifted the thin quilt covering his body, "What time is it?" "I was dizzy, I shouldn't have slept long.

"Six-ten." Taraghi turned up the TV a little louder.

"At the request of the Chicago Police, I have agreed to allow the Cook County Police to enter the other precinct to coordinate this special operation in the public housing area, as well as the Illinois National Guard......

On the screen, Peter Flock, the state attorney of Cook County, wearing body armor, announced the latest news with a serious expression in a large number of microphones, "Illinois law enforcement will crack down on violence and drug crime in this area, and apply for ID ......cards for all legal residents."

"Do documents like identity cards infringe on people's freedom?" A journalist interjected.

Peter Flock ignored him, "Illegal residents and guns will be completely cleaned up, and I promise that this operation will completely turn around the law and order situation in Chicago, so that the people will no longer have to live in fear......"

Outside the public housing area, the joint operation with the participation of the National Guard is very loud, and military vehicles and police cars stretch out with no end in sight, and police officers and soldiers of various uniforms appear in the picture.

The heavily armed SWAT officers rushed into a large public housing, and soon, a shirtless black guy jumped out of the second-floor window and ran wildly, "Stop! Mr! Please cooperate with the police under investigation! Hold it! Otherwise we'll shoot! I warn again......"

The loudspeaker shouted vigorously, the man didn't care, and when he was about to run around the corner of the building, a gunshot rang out, and he was directly knocked to the ground.

Song Ya sat up suddenly, completely sleepy.

As if it had been a leg hit, the man got up on the ground again, and when the SWAT officer rushed over, he was leaning his back against the wall and was about to take something out of his arms.

Song Ya knew that he was finished, and sure enough, the SWAT immediately opened fire, killing him on the spot after several gunshots.

The cell phone and the phone in the room started ringing.

"Coffee." It looks like I can't catch up on my sleep, "Come to my meeting." Song Ya picked up the microphone and dealt with his subordinates' inquiries one by one.

Many public housing buildings began to be escorted out in front of the door in a group of people with their heads in their hands, this time the police were playing for real, almost all public housing areas began to operate at the same time, and the access roads were blocked, and it was impossible to escape.

All kinds of long and short guns and drugs were searched and checked out by the police, and after confirming their safety, civil servants from relevant units began to enter public housing, register residents one by one, and apply for identity cards.

"Let's ......"

"It's me, Eric."

It's the tuner of Old Joe Music, "Just now, a police officer rushed into Old Joe Music, and they arrested all the people, including Old Joe!" ”

Chicago 1990

Chicago 1990