"I don't care about too many people at that time."

Old Mike was talking, was flashed from the front, he slammed the steering wheel, the car flicked its tail into the entrance of the underground parking lot, Song Ya saw that there were several motorcycles in front of him had just stopped, and the paparazzi had not had time to get out of the car, but the camera in his hand had already begun to work wildly.

Tony, the silencer, and the others stood near the parking space, and as soon as Mike's car came to a stop, they opened the back door, surrounded the two, and rushed onto the elevator.

"Those bastards in Harlem!" Tony saw the wooden thorn on Song Ya's shoulder, and his eyes turned red with anger, "I really want to shoot and kill him, they attack little Lori first, and then start dealing with your ......." ”

"Don't guess, Tony."

Song Ya knew that he cared about him sincerely, but he couldn't let him think about it, "Today's matter has nothing to do with me." ”

After finishing speaking, he still felt that in the current situation, his brother might be an unstable factor, "In this way, you go back to Chicago immediately and help me bring a message to Old Joe." ”

"I've got to be by your side to protect you at this time!" Tony exclaimed.

"This matter is more important!"

The elevator stopped, "Mimi, you go in first." He sent the others away, "You go at once, and when you see Old Joe, say that I went to that nightclub to find Mariah Carey, and that I have nothing to do with the people of Harlem, and tell him that I don't have to worry about it." Remember? ”

"Just a word?"

"Well, he'll understand."

Song Ya is now most afraid that Kenneth will have a misunderstanding between himself and the braggart daddy, and the GD kid who did it must know that he recognized him at the time, and he must make Kenneth believe that he will not help the police identify the suspect, if the kid can run away, "You go now, the cash is under the bed in my bedroom, you know." ”

"Be careful, Ari."

Tony got the assignment and went to concentrate on his errands.

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief and walked through the door, where Taraghi was already waiting at the door with a black doctor.

"No big deal." The doctor checked the wounds on his back and legs, "Just take care of it, come here." ”

"Thank goodness." Tarragi made a cross on his chest.

"Let Goodman, Hamlin, Hayden, all come here."

Song Ya was helped to the couch by the doctor and sat down, "And Yeremov and Eli, I need their PR skills now." ”

"It's already gone." Taraghi turned up the volume on the TV, "Phigi, there are still many people who have called to ask for safety, and I have answered them all." ”

"Hmm."

'Update the latest police news, the current Harlem nightclub shooting has killed three people on the spot, 22 people have been sent to the hospital, this is the 1,500th murder in New York this year, the first eight months have been shootings in New York......

"Help him take off his clothes and raise his hand, APLUS." The doctor gave an injection next to the wooden thorn, and together with Taraji, he helped Song Ya take off his shirt, "Lie down, face down." "Then we started working on the wound.

"What is this?" Taragi pressed the bruise on Song Ya's back.

"Hiss......"

Song Ya grinned in pain, "I was hit by a heavy object, are you okay?" "Wood Thorn didn't feel there.

"It's fine." The doctor removed the wooden thorn, put on the same small headlamp as used in surgery, and began to clean the wound neatly.

"She's safe." Mariah Carey came out of the study and sat down next to Song Ya quietly watching the doctor's operation.

"That's good, Miss Kelly's ankle is twisted too." Song Ya said.

"Well, wait." The doctor was very attentive, and everyone stopped talking and bothering.

A Sony Columbia Records spokesperson confirmed that APLUS and Miss Mariah Kelly were indeed at the nightclub at the time of the shooting, but that they had nothing to do with the shooting and that they had returned home safely. ’

All that was left of the room was the sound of the news anchor on the TV and the constant ringing of the phone in Taraghi's hand, 'According to the latest news, two injured people died in the hospital, and the death toll in the Harlem nightclub shooting has now climbed to five. Please wait, okay, our reporter has just learned that Uptown Records has confirmed that one of the five deceased is a singer signed by Uptown Records, K-Ci, a member of the famous group Jodeci, and this station will continue to follow up on the follow-up news. ’

"Oh! Oh, my God! Mariah Kelly looked at the picture of K-Ci on the TV screen and covered her mouth in horror.

Song Ya buried her face in the sofa and gritted her teeth secretly.

"Alright." The doctor took out the bandage and said, "Take a hand." ”

"I'll do it." Mariah Kelly took the bandage before Taraghi and carefully helped to bandage it.

The doctor looked at her in surprise, but didn't say anything, and began to press around the bruise on Song Ya's back to diagnose.

Taraghi simply let go and focused on dealing with the calls from all kinds of people.

"A reporter has set up a telephoto camera on the tall building opposite, and I have locked the door on the rooftop, so please don't show up there for the time being."

Old Mike came over with a telescope.

"You can also take a break, old Mike has worked hard today." Song Ya said.

"I'll change my clothes." Old Michael picked up his coat and went into his bedroom.

"That's it." The doctor smeared some medicine on the bruised, then went for a prescription, "Take it on time." He handed the slip to Song Ya, who was sitting up.

Some simple pain relievers and internal and external anti-inflammatory drugs, Song Ya's heart was completely relieved, "Thank you, and Miss Kelly's ......"

"I know, Miss Kelly, please ...... your feet"

"Okay, wait, right away." Mariah Carey helped Song Ya bandage it, also tied a beautiful knot, and patted it proudly, before she lifted her legs up and rested them on the sofa.

"Did the NAS call?"

Songya led Taragi into the study.

"Hmm." Taragi dials the NAS.

K-Ci died, and the follow-up development of this matter has a very big hidden danger to his personal safety, when everyone in the nightclub heard him make a 'death threat' against K-Ci, although the rapper said cruel words during the battle knew that he couldn't take it seriously, but he was cashing in on the spot! Coupled with his relationship with GD, he really jumped into the Hudson River and couldn't tell.

Moreover, even if they don't think that they are the killers under their behes, those little gangsters in Harlem don't have much discernment, and there are too many black people on the streets who have bad brains, so it is not surprising that one day a stunned young man with a gun to help K-Ci avenge and make a name for himself comes to him.

"NAS, yes, I'm fine."

He now had to have an intermediary who could communicate calmly with the braggart daddy, and NAS was a good fit, "You're going there tomorrow?" And with whom? Is Rakim? Just right, help me bring a message to the braggart daddy......"

'As confirmed by police and witnesses, one of the suspects in the shooting died at the scene......

After making the call, a coded corpse was being released on the TV, and the picture next to it was the driver's license of the companion next to the GD kid, and the camera also gave a close-up of the GD flower bandana on the corpse's head, fortunately, they had a bit of brains and didn't wear the exclusive bandana of the hell bobtail, 'It is rumored that this case is related to a series of feuds between Chicago singer Lowry Jr. and Uptown record producer braggart daddy......

The picture changes to the juxtaposition of little Lowry and the headshot of the braggart daddy, and then turns to the outside of the nightclub, where a coded black man is being interviewed, "For Lori!" That's what the man shouted before he shot, and we all heard ......"

"For Lowry's sake, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, those hip-hop artists were on stage at the time, and APLUS was still singing......"

The screen was cut out, "Okay, that's the live report." The host starts playing the next news.

"Where it comes to you, basically all the TV media is shut up." Taragi whispered.

Thankfully, Motura was quick, but it was only the TV media, and the little radio DJs didn't bother with that, especially the Harlem DJs.

"Let the company's publicity and distribution department always pay attention to the uh radio station here in New York, especially the small and medium-sized black music radio station in the late night hours."

Song Ya saw the doctor coming over with a bag to say goodbye, so she shook hands with him with a smile and sent it to the door in person.

"Mimi, what's wrong with you?"

When I came back, I saw Mariah Carey curled up on the couch, wiping her tears with a tissue.

"I'm just scared now, I almost killed you just now." She cried and said, "It's all because of me that you went there." ”

"Hmph, you're drunk?"

Looking at her guilty little appearance, without a little DIVA gesture, Song Ya smiled, "Like to go to nightclubs, like to drink?" Bad girl. ”

"I hate it, I'm going to socialize just to collect songs." She immediately defended herself.

"It seems that this lesson is not deep enough for you." Song Ya went over and picked her up, "Are your feet okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of a stumbling block."

"Come here, I'll check it out for you."

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