Two days later, Chicago.

"What about Peter?"

Song Ya turned sideways, let the movers carrying the desks pass first, and then walked into the campaign headquarters, which had already removed office equipment, and the ribbons, balloons, campaign slogans, and posters for the celebration dinner were still hanging.

"He's waiting for you in the office, but he's a bit hungover."

Eli, whose face was full of joy, led the way, "Everyone was so happy last night. ”

"I wasn't there, I'm sorry." Song Ya smiled: "Congratulations on taking back the throne of the state attorney of Cook County." ”

Because a black woman suddenly ran for state attorney and killed Charles as a dark horse, becoming Peter Frock's main opponent, so in the middle and late elections, Michelle and other black political activists also joined the same race camp and were hostile to Peter. This is equivalent to a complete political break between the two sides, and it is really inconvenient for Song Ya to appear on the campaign site to endorse Peter in person, so he can only wait for the dinner to come back and keep a low profile.

"The campaign was unexpectedly fierce and we won a thrilling victory, but it helped us expand our base of loyal voters."

Eli said. It is true that the more fierce the election, the higher the probability of losing the election, but because the public attention will increase, as long as you can win, the more political capital you will get, which is a double-edged sword.

"Jackie." Eli hugged an elegant white lady outside the office door.

"Can't Peter be given a little more rest?"

The old lady, who was very similar in temperament to Ms. Shirley Fleming, the editor-in-chief of the American music old money, didn't seem to like Eli very much, took a cup of steaming coffee, looked at him unhappily and then looked at Song Ya, blocking the door.

"Don't mess with Jackie, APLUS is one of Peter's biggest funders."

Eli grabbed the old lady by the shoulders, 'moved' her into a position, and pulled the door open.

"Oh, thank you for supporting my son." The old lady didn't complain about Eli's impolite behavior, smiled, and shook Song Ya, "There are not many sensible people like you, those black ...... who attacked Peter"

"Shut up Jackie ......"

Eli snatched the coffee from her hand, "Come on in, APLUS, ignore her, and don't care about what she says." ”

"I'm sorry."

Song Ya confessed to the pouting old lady and walked into the office.

"Who?" In the dimly lit office, Peter Flock was sleeping on the couch, he lifted the blanket and covered his eyes with his hands, "Eli, close the door, please." ”

"Congratulations, Mr. Flock, on your election."

Song Ya said to the other party who had just sat up.

"Oh, it was tough, but in the end I won." Peter Flock took the coffee from Eli, took a sip, and sighed contentedly, "I didn't expect that in the end my enemy was not Charles. ”

"The political energy of African-Americans has become a climate in Chicago."

Eli was a little apprehensive about the campaign that had just ended, "That woman raised less than a tenth of our campaign money, but she caused us a lot of trouble. ”

"Yes." Peter stood up wearily and sat down behind his desk with his coffee, "Your speech about currying favor with young voters has helped me a lot, Eli. ”

"Hey, hey."

Eli was overjoyed to receive his compliment, "I said, it's cool for young people to be honest about being in prison, and your talk about improving prison conditions has won their ......hearts."

At this time, the door was pushed open, "Why don't you turn on the light?" The old lady came in with a small plate of sugar cubes, "Peter, don't drink so bitter." He turned on the light in the room and tossed the sugar cube into Peter's coffee cup.

"Mam, I'm in the office ......," the middle-aged politician, who was very dignified and dignified in front of outsiders, could only complain helplessly.

"Take a break." The old lady smiled and explained to Song Ya, "He likes to drink with some sugar." ”

"Alright, let's get out." Eli chased her away and locked the door.

"Eli." Peter held his forehead and called his name.

"How?" Eli asked, then looked at him, then at Song Ya, who was silent, and finally reacted, "Oh, okay, okay, you guys talk......" and opened the locked door again, and left.

"Urgent? APLUS, sit. Peter pointed to the seat in front of him.

"Yes."

At this time, the other party would not believe it if he was in a hurry, and he did raise his eyebrows, "Peter, I need you to help me solve a problem." ”

He didn't want to dirty his hands to kill Sinaloa, so he could only do it through law enforcement, Cassetti's stormtrooper dad goblin, so it was better to come to Peter first.

"Please."

"I was harassed by a gangster in Chicago, and he even showed up outside my residence in Los Angeles the day before yesterday."

"I see." Peter picked up the phone and dialed, "Let ......"

"No, Mr. Flock, I don't want to leave any testimony or police records or anything." Song Ya hurriedly stopped him from finding his subordinates, "I hope you can use that guy's other criminal names." ”

“OK。”

Peter put down the microphone and yawned, "The gangster who can give you a headache must have a lot of background, I may know his name." ”

"Sinaloa." Song Ya said.

"The new boss of the Hell Bobtail?" Peter looked at Song Ya, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You can't stand him anymore?" ”

"That guy is crazy."

Song Ya knows that he knows his background very well, and maybe he is now happy that he is fighting with the Hell Bobtail.

"No problem, when I take office, I will set up a special operations team against him." Peter readily agreed.

"In office? Not ......"

The election was successful, and he had to wait until January 1, 95, and there was still more than a month, Song Yake couldn't wait, "He must be solved as soon as possible, what I mean by solving it means that he can't be my real trouble in the future, forever." ”

It's time for him to unleash the terrifying power of billionaires in a capitalist society, and he doesn't intend to maintain his image in front of politicians who accept his large sums of money, and he wants anything in return, and he says directly, "I can't wait, so I came here at this inopportune time." ”

Peter's eyes narrowed, "Even if you use a method that is not quite in accordance with the legal procedures?" ”

"Yes."

Song Ya turned around and locked the door that Eli had closed, came back and said in a low voice: "He threatened my child, this is my bottom line, I can't let him continue to do things outside." ”

"So you really have an illegitimate child?" Peter laughed, "And that Hollywood star? ”

"She's not a star...... Forget it, it's not important, please help me solve this matter as soon as possible. ”

"You may not know APLUS, but I'm worried about how to reduce the crime rate in the precinct when I take office, and I have to make good on my campaign promise."

Peter took a sip of his coffee and said, "So I plan to convene a meeting of the bosses of the major gangs in Chicago through an intermediary next January, so that they can stop the vendetta and turf competition between each other and maintain the peace......"

WTF？ Elected state attorneys convene a peace rally of black bosses? It's also magical, "No, would they like to?" Song Ya was a little caught off guard.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "Now the gangsters in Chicago are bloody, they can't stand it anymore, but if the bosses take the initiative to stop, they will lose their prestige in the gang, so ...... They're missing a step now, and I'm going to give them this step......"

Hehe, this guy, when Charles was in office, the front-line police officer turned a blind eye to the gang vendetta, isn't it you who are behind the trouble? Now it's his turn to take office, and he's starting to think about calming things down and reducing the crime rate?

Fortunately, this is the kind of politician who often has no bottom line in Chicago, so Song Ya's first target chose him, "You don't plan to list Sinaloa as one of the peace talks, do you?" ”

"Yes, but I've heard he's acting too hot." Peter said.

"As I said, he's crazy."

"Phew......" Peter let out a long breath, looking at the scenery outside the window, with his back to himself, "APLUS, I can't do anything to Sinaloa after taking office, otherwise it will destroy the tacit understanding between the major gangs and me." ”

Ha! Then what kind of special operations group did you say before, but it was perfunctory to me? This group of politicians likes to eat and wipe clean, "I have always been a staunch supporter of you Peter, and I will continue to do so, because you have all the good qualities that a politician can have." Listen to Eli, are you going to take advantage of the victory to run for the next governor of Illinois? ”

Song Ya knew that he was planning, so he put a good deal and waited quietly.

"We're going to settle this before I take office."

It wasn't hard for the Cook County state attorney to deal with a gang boss in Southtown, so he didn't think about it for long, "Can you continue to trust Vic Mackie?" ”

"It should be."

"Okay, then we'll keep in touch through him." Peter turned back and held out his hand.

"Okay."

Song Ya shook his hand, "I still have a small request. ”

"Say."

"I don't want to see Lowry Jr.'s appeal successful."

"I can't control that." Peter frowned, "I can't influence the criminal proceedings, and he's being held in San Diego and key witnesses have been murdered." ”

"You have a way, right? Peter, you must have ......"

"Okay, okay, you just don't want to see him get out of jail, do you?"

"Yes."

"I see." Peter smiled and patted his arm, "Don't worry about APLUS, you don't seem to be resting well?" ”

"Yes, I've been tormented by this for the past two days."

"We all need to get a good night's sleep."

"Okay, then I won't bother you."

Song Ya walked out of his campaign headquarters, and the pressure on his heart was lightened by the cool breeze, "Drey's phone. Linda, who was waiting in the car, delivered her phone to him.

"Hey, Dre......" had to cheer up, smiled and took the phone to say hello.

“Yo…… APLUS, it's me. Sugnet's voice could be heard from inside.

"Oh." Song Ya agreed, feeling unhappy, Derui has a tacit understanding with himself, and has always clearly separated his friendship with himself from Sugnette, but he didn't expect to start helping Sugnette pass the word.

"When is this year's Chicago meeting? Dérge said you haven't sent a notice yet? Sugnett asked.

"FxxkYou Suge, can you not fight this idea year after year? You don't have a part in the Chicago meeting. OK？ "It's not annoying enough! Song Ya scolded.

"What the fuck, I'm just asking." Suge scolded back.

"I've been busy this year, so let's talk about it early next year!" Song Ya wanted to hang up the phone.

"Don't think that sending a few gunmen over will scare me APLUS, they only deserve to tickle me, and the Blood Gang won't sit idly by." Sugnate threatened.

"What the hell is WTF?"

Song Ya was inexplicable, "Su Ge, I'm too lazy to pay attention, do you know?" I don't bother to pay attention to you! You don't deserve the treatment of a gunslinger yet! ”

“FxxkYou！”

“Fxxkyou！ Let's go back and eat your own X! ”

"You eat yourself!"

"You eat yourself!"

The two ended the call in the midst of the scolding, and Sugnette, who was wearing a bandage on his arm, scolded and threw the phone back to Drey, "You're right, it's not him." ”

The Death Row Records were all there, Snoop Dogg was standing against the wall, 2PAC was half-lying on the couch, MC Hammer was holding the cross in both hands and taping it to his forehead, and a small radio in the corner of the room was playing an interview with a small radio station in New York.

'What do you think about the Blood Gang's response to the Compton radio shooting, saying they would give the strongest possible response? I've heard some rumors...... Say you did it, huh? The DJ asked, "Is there anything you'd like to clarify?" Bragging Daddy. ”

I'm very sympathetic to what happened to my brothers on the West Coast, really, even though my relationship with them has become a little delicate in the last six months. ’

Daddy bragga said, 'But what I'm going to say here is: I want them to keep their heads up, you know?' This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that smart people will do, and the purpose of that person is to stir up hostility on the east and west coasts, and if you listen to rumors, you will really be fooled, which will not do the rap circle on the east and west coasts at all. ’

So you didn't do it? The DJ asked.

"Of course, why would I do such a thing? It's not me, it's very simple, whoever can profit from it is the real mastermind. "Daddy braggart said, 'I have to tell everybody to stay awake, sit down and have a good ......talk.'

"It's him! It must be this bastard! Sugnett gritted her teeth at the radio.