The sound of gunfire, followed by gunfire from different directions, the screams and shouts of the crowd, messy footsteps, and the sound of shattering glass poured into Song Ya's ears.

Because of the adrenaline, he was highly concentrated, and his arms subconsciously protected the heads of the two.

"Ahh Maria Carey underneath her was frightened out of the dolphin sound, the target was so obvious that he had to cover her mouth again roughly.

There were small objects hitting his back, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his back shoulder, he guessed that he had been shot, and just turned his head to observe the wound, but he saw a speaker hanging on the wall smashing head-on, and quickly tensed his back muscles, 'Hmm! Fortunately, the speaker was not big, and it made him snort.

Suddenly, the shoulders of his clothes were grabbed by a pair of hands, and the other party pulled him in one direction with great force.

"Together, you're too heavy!" It was Old Mike's voice.

"You pull her." Song Ya let go of Maria Kelly, and old Mike pulled her over, and suddenly she was gone, and she fell under a staircase behind the side of the small stage.

There was no one under him, Song Ya instantly became much freer, crawling with his elbows to follow, and soon turned over.

"Are you alright?" Mariah Carey cried and threw herself into her arms.

"I, it's okay, Mike." Song Ya showed the back shoulder to Old Mike.

"It's okay, it's a wooden thorn."

Old Mike checked, "My weapon is left at the door, we need to get out of here immediately, follow me, bend over, hurry!" ”

He turned to lead the way, Song Ya bent down to protect Maria Kelly and followed Old Mike, the route he chose should be quite safe, and many people rushed in that direction like frightened animals.

"Run."

In fact, everything happened very quickly, the gunshots had become sporadic, and the farther it was, the direction of the stage suddenly became silent, and some of the men running in front were not so flustered, they began to slow down and turn back frequently, Song Yaxin was not so big, and pulled Maria Carey to follow the old Mike closely.

"Ahh Mariah Carey broke her foot, and one of her heels was trampled on.

Song Ya had no choice but to turn around and pick her up from the crook of her leg, through a door, then an aisle, and then out to the street.

"A lot of people."

There were a lot of people standing across the street, and Old Mac stretched out half of his coat, and Song Ya bent down again, hiding his and Maria's faces behind Old Mack's open clothes, and the three of them moved down the wall to a hidden corner.

When he looked around the corner with Old Mike, there were already police lights flashing, and there seemed to be the white light of the flashing lights.

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief, being photographed by reporters is nothing, and confirming safety is the most important thing.

He looked down and found that Mariah Carey was looking at him with sparkling eyes, and after meeting the eyes, he took the initiative to raise his head and kiss his face, "I'm going to put you down, it's safer over there, but there are reporters." ”

"No, I want you to hold it." She was coquettish and full of alcohol.

Song Ya brushed off the rest of her high heels and let go of her hand, "Whew! You! There is water on the ground! After she got off the ground, she also lost her temper and habitually slapped Song Ya on the arm of her hand.

"Whew!" Now Song Ya screamed, and the wooden thorn was still stuck in the back shoulder!

"You're hurt!" She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, does it matter?" "I reached out to the wooden thorn, I wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it, and I was so distressed that I cried.

Song Ya rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to press her against the wall and spank her.

"Are you going or not?" Old Mike spoke.

The two realized that he had taken off his coat and was looking at him helplessly.

Half a minute later, Song Ya and her covered their heads with their coats, followed behind Old Mac side by side at a normal walking speed, turned the corner, and did not seem to attract the attention of reporters.

Old Mike started his car and disappeared into the night of Harlem.

"Don't move that thorn." As he drove, Old Mac threw over a small first-aid kit, "First check if there are any wounds elsewhere and use the bandages inside to stop the bleeding." ”

Song Ya checked the rest of her body, and there was a long wound on her leg that was cut by glass, not to mention bleeding, she was so nervous that she didn't feel it at all. "You're alright, Mimi." Song Ya carefully examined her body again, well, unscathed, it was a broken foot.

"It really scared the hell out of me."

This time, Mariah Kelly opened the first aid kit very quickly, took out the bandage and skillfully unwrapped it, "Put the leg up." She patted her thigh, Song Ya rested her leg on it, and she began to bandage the wound.

"You're very professional." Song Ya laughed.

"If I don't become a singer, I might become a nurse." She was smug.

"How's your ankle? Does it still hurt? She was quickly bandaged, and she tied a beautiful knot to replace Song Ya to serve her.

"Sort of."

Song Ya helped her gently rub it, "You really have a way of treating women, and you are man and gentle." She leaned comfortably back in her chair and looked at Song Yashiwei.

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm thinking about the insurance company, so that they won't lose a lot of money for these legs." Song Ya made a joke.

"Nasty." She lifted her other leg and gave Song Ya a hoof.

"I hate it? Do you dare to go to that kind of place in the future? Well? ”

"I'm not going."

"Really not going?"

"Really."

"No, I'm going to have a long memory for you."

"What are you doing? Don't, hahaha, I'm afraid of itching! ”

"Taraji, call the doctor to wait for us in Tribeca, it's okay...... It's nothing, just wait. Old Mac interrupted their laughter.

"Tribeca is a bit far, isn't it?" Song Ya checked the scary wooden thorn on his back shoulder again.

"You're not that vulnerable." "If you're not afraid of the news, go to the hospital down the street." ”

"Okay."

Song Ya was reminded by him, and returned to calm in an instant, "If there is monitoring in the nightclub, I will be in trouble." ”

He clearly remembers that he started to drop the microphone to dodge before the kid in GD took out his gun, if he was seen by the police, no, even if he was seen by the braggart daddy's gang, there would be a big hidden danger, he just sang on the stage 'use a little 30 caliber to pierce the K-Ci head' and other cruel words, but I didn't expect to meet the GD gunman who avenged little Lowry and came to kill......

He's a gunman he's seen before, and that kid can't be caught by the police or anyone who brags about his father.

By the way, I don't know if the braggart daddy is dead or alive...... He felt that the first shot was directed at the braggart daddy.

However, GD even used automatic weapons, and the nightclub was so dense that it was estimated that the casualties would not be small.

"There is generally no surveillance inside the nightclub in that kind of place, at least it is claimed to the outside that there is none, or the video is absolutely bad when it needs to be watched. Of course, some shopkeepers will keep a copy for themselves, but it usually does not leak to the police. Old Mike replied.

"It's better not to." Song Ya can only hope for this.

The car drove smoothly on the road, and old Mike turned on the radio, "Breaking news, there was a shooting in a nightclub in Harlem, and the order has been controlled by the police, but it is not clear about the casualties, according to witnesses at the scene, there were many well-known singers gathered in the nightclub at that time, in addition to APLUS, there were also Mary Bligie and jodeci group ......"

"I didn't mention your name." Song Ya was a little surprised.

"Miss Kelly is out of most people's sight." Old Mike said.

Song Ya thought about it and dialed Motula's phone, "Mr. Motula, we may need the fastest advance public relations...... Well, Miss Kelly is fine, by my side. ”

He handed the phone to Mariah Carey, and the atmosphere between the two became a little delicate.

She answered the phone, "Tommy, I'm fine, uh, I've got a broken foot, I'll go home with APLUS, his doctor is already waiting...... Well, okay. ”

"Huh?" She hung up the phone and suddenly remembered, "We seem to have forgotten someone." ”

"Where's your assistant?" Song Ya also remembered.