"I heard that AK's girlfriend went back to Chicago not long ago and met with family and friends...... And also made a big whin......"

In Hyde Park, Aunt Susie and cousin Connie helped Song Ya gossip while cleaning up things, "AK betrayed his good brother Lowry Jr. and boss Pablo, such a big effort, but the government only arranged a blue-collar job for him in a small white town, tired and tired, and the whole family lived a tight life." ”

“WTF？”

Song Ya black question mark, "Is there something wrong with his girlfriend's brain?" How dare you run back to Chicago and talk nonsense? ”

"Who knows? I thought that GD and Hell Bobtail didn't care about the whistleblower anymore, and they really didn't care about it before, so she probably thought the limelight was over. Connie picked up old photos from the mint tin box he had left in the old house, and handed over anyone who had taken a picture with AK, "this one, and this ......."

AK in the photo was hugging Tony and himself, smiling brightly at the camera with his hands compared to GD's gang gestures, Song Ya subconsciously avoided his gaze slightly, and put the photo into the AJ shoebox on the side, "What's so dissatisfied with that woman?" The blue-collar job is already very good, and the FBI has not even pursued the crime of AK following Lowry Jr. through the witness protection program, new job, new identity, new life, the family lives in a new house, and the children go to school and everything else are guaranteed. ”

"It seems like it was because of a quarrel with AK or something." Connie said.

"It's really deadly." Song Ya said.

"yes, the whole family is finished, I've seen AK's kids a few times, and both of them are very cute......" Aunt Susie sighed.

"That's all?"

Song Ya saw that she was almost tidy up, and took the shoebox in her hand.

"Remember when Lori Jr. lined up for his first single MV? AK took good care of you at that time, and he gave you twenty knives at that time, and you still twisted and pinched. Connie recalled, "But he was stupid enough to be a whistleblower, killing himself." ”

"I don't want to hear that person's name right now."

Song Ya didn't want to argue with her about the morality of black people and stood up, "I mean little Lowry. "AK is dead, the whole family is dead, little Lowry is a source of trouble, I heard that he is serving a sentence in San Diego prison and has not given up his appeal, without AK as a key witness, maybe he will really be able to get out of prison by then......

The whole family of the traitor who told Little Lowry was killed, and the matter has spread in Nancheng, which undoubtedly adds another point to Little Lowry's murderous reputation, I believe that it won't be long before the gangster rap circle of Quanmi will soon start to talk about it.

"Let's go." He said to Goodman.

After saying hello to Aunt Susie and Connie, the group drove back to Highland Park.

"Wait, you wait, wait...... You, you...... Say that Old Joe is not ...... What does it mean to be gone? ”

Big A and Eric have already found the door, and Song Ya can't accept the news for a while.

"Literally, we went to Lao Qiao Music to find him, he has rented the house to someone else, and there is no one at home, the mobile phone is turned off, and he can't be found in any way." Big A said.

"You've been a tuner at Old Joe Music for so long, do you know where else he's going?" Songya asked Eric.

Eric shook his head.

“Fxxk！”

Song Ya smashed the photo and the shoebox into the fireplace, "What does it mean that he disappears at this time?" Isn't there still some time left for his bail to end? ”

"AK's whole family is dead, and Old Joe cares about the bail period......" Big A muttered.

The photo was burned by the fire and the three men ran out of the door coughing.

"Hey! What are you burning!? A plastic smell! Maria Carey outside the house also sniffed, "Honey, I just got a call that Bedford Hills is about to be delivered." ”

"It's been a long time coming."

Song Ya complained that the house was built on his birthday last year, a full year from now, and as expected, it was time to complete it now.

"You've changed the design."

Later, she tossed a lot of new things on the basis of the original design, such as Italian marble, and windows and other orientations, and the cost has risen from 22 million to 25 million.

"Okay, I got it." Song Ya agreed.

"Aren't you going back to New York with me?" She asked.

"Hasn't it been officially delivered yet?"

"I'd like to make sure there's anything else that needs to be changed."

"Well, that's pretty much it. I'm busy, and I've had some troubles just now, haven't you heard? "Song Ya doesn't want to go, and now that Old Joe has suddenly disappeared, who knows if he ran away, or was he killed, or he also went to be a witness for the FBI? It's okay to run down, but the other two may be a little scary.

No, it's not good to run away, without him as an intermediary, then who will Sinaloa find at that time? You won't come straight to yourself, will you?

"Okay, okay, I'll go then." She came over and hugged Song Ya and kissed her on the cheek, "It's too cold in Chicago, we have to show up in the Bahamas next winter......"

"Your Christmas album MV finished?" Song Ya didn't pick up this stubble.

"It's over! Available next month. ”

She excitedly got into the car with the female assistant and said, "Bye-bye...... My dear! Bedford Hill is waiting for you! "A puff of smoke ran away.

At this time, another car staggered past at the door, and under the blockage of the doorman, two people came out of the car, Song Ya, who was the first, knew but never dealt with, and the current state prosecutor Charles, is a law enforcement bureaucrat who looks and behaves very ordinarily and stereotypically.

Behind him was a black man, who seemed to be his deputy, and had seen it, on television.

"APLUS, IS IT CONVENIENT TO TALK?" Charz asked.

"Business or?"

"Business."

"Okay then, wait, I'm the lawyer, he's upstairs."

"Okay." Chartz also smelled when he was about to walk into the villa, "What are you burning?" ”

"Some miscellaneous items, just say it outside, please."

Song Ya asked Big A and Eric to go on their own, took the two to the pool, and sat down on the deck chair, "Aren't you busy campaigning?" Mr. Charles, why do you have time to come to me? ”

The election of Charles and Peter Flock for the next state attorney is at its most critical, and it will be known in half a month, but he is basically out of play, and he is at the bottom of the polls, not even as good as a black female candidate.

"What else can it be, AK's business." He asked, "Did the FBI look for you?" ”

"Yes, they asked about something."

"AK is miserable, you need to do something for him." Charles said.

"I'm sorry, but those people and things have nothing to do with me anymore."

At this time, Goodman coughed out, "APLUS, WHAT DID YOU THROW INTO THE FIREPLACE?" ”

"Sundries." Song Ya Dynasty Charzi Nunu mouth.

"Hello, Mr. State Attorney." Goodman shook hands with the other party.

"I know, now the front-line police are deliberately indulging the gangsters so that Peter Frock can find a way to attack me, everything, the reason these tragedies can happen is because of the damn campaign, Peter is a politician, he can do anything for the vote." Charles said.

There is such a possibility, otherwise Sinaloa would not have been arrogant like this and had not been swept away by the local police, but these still have nothing to do with him, "You are here to arrest Peter's handle?" Song Ya smiled: "But you shouldn't come to me, you should go to the street, or the front-line police station." ”

"It seems a little late to think about it now, oh Charles." Goodman Gang Tone.

"I know, but I'm here to do my duty as an enforcer."

Charz looked down and smiled, "If I were a standard politician, I'm afraid I would have been eyeing you a long time ago, APLUS, it's not that I didn't expect to deal with you to hit Peter's votes, I just don't want to use those nasty tricks." ”

"I'm not involved in black, I'm invincible." Song Ya lay down comfortably.

"This incident has nothing to do with you?" Charz asked.

The other party is a senior prosecutor, and it is difficult to see anything from his facial expressions, "Unless you take revenge for personal gain, I have nothing to do with that incident at all." Song Ya replied.

"I know that the boss of the Hellbougtail changed not long ago, and an African-American man nicknamed Sinaloa took control of the gang, do you know this person?" Charles' black deputy asked.

"I don't know."

"Really?" The deputy asked, "It is rumored that Sinaloa has more than once boasted to others about him and your relationship with Old Joe, and he claimed to be a loyal fan of you and little Lowry. ”

"It's not surprising, my fans are all over the city, and a lot of black people on the street adore me." Song Ya replied, giving Goodman a look by the way.

"Can you control the conversation more purposefully? My client is very busy, so it's better to skip small talk or something, let alone clichés. Goodman warned.

"We're looking for Old Joe, do you know his whereabouts?" Charz asked.

"I don't know, I'm looking for him too."

"You've always had a good relationship with Old Joe, haven't you? You threw a party for Old Joe the day he was released from prison. The deputy asked.

"Yes, I've always been grateful to him, all over the meter knows it."

"But he's missing now."

"I don't know where he went."

"I really don't know?"

The other party's question became more and more acute, and it was almost an interrogation, "Okay, let's stop talking, please make an appointment next time." Goodman stood up and held out his hand unceremoniously.

"Big star, I'll keep an eye on you." Charz didn't shake hands, but pointed to his eyes.

"Why don't you think about your next job first?" Song Ya responded with a lazy smile.

"Hmph."

Charz sneered twice from his nostrils and buttoned up his suit, "Let's go." ”

"Mike." Song Ya looked at the exhaust of their departing car, smiled, and whispered to Old Mike behind him, "I think we should discuss how to solve that madman's problem." ”