"The plan you submitted was personally approved by Director Freese."

The next day, in the FBI office building in Chicago, the sub-chief called Carl Lightman to the office, "The new changes in the Simpson case you know, now the bureau is short of manpower, I can only send a special operations team composed of capable agents, an evidence investigation team, a field team under your command, you can also contact me through my one-line contact for a secret operation of the Department of Justice undercover agents lurking inside the Chicago Police Department, and I will provide you with other support if necessary." Wait for the leaders of each group to come over for a meeting, are there any other requirements? ”

"Not yet."

Carl Lightman smug a look at his female partner, and then put Sean's file on the sub-director's desk, "I only need one more agent in the field team at present, and I will deal with this person first, as soon as possible, preferably tonight." ”

"No problem, we'll have a meeting to make a concrete plan."

Bedford Hills, New York.

"You can't keep thinking like this, one is one Mimi! Now that we've made a plan, can't you just bear with it a little bit and execute it? As the wedding approached, Songya and Mariah Carey were arguing more and more often, this time for the small things, Mariah Carey had just cancelled her cooperation with a local flower company and ordered flowers that were flown in directly from the Netherlands.

"The deposit of tens of thousands of dollars is completely in vain! And these ......"

Song Ya kicked the tall cardboard boxes in the warehouse, "You can't completely say that you will abandon it, these are all money!" ”

"I'd love to."

Mariah Carey didn't shake it off at all, "If you don't want to pay, then it's all on my account." ”

"It's not about money, is it? Mimi, don't 'settle my account, count my account' as soon as you hear my opinion! We can't spend our energy and time on these details, and the manager of the local flower company pestered me for almost an hour! ”

Song Ya was so angry that his hands compared to hip-hop gestures.

"I want everything to be perfect, the perfect wedding, you promised me." Mariah Carey didn't bother to pay attention to him, pouted and turned to leave.

"I'm sorry, Miss Kelly, but APLUS is still young and so controlling, you know him." Linda followed behind her and whispered mediation.

"Shut up Linda, don't always help her blame my desire for control for any problems."

Song Ya was even more angry, "Forget about the flowers, don't take it as an example!" ”

Mariah Carey didn't give in, and left the storeroom with a flick of his long hair, he had to follow behind angrily, and just out of the villa, he saw her father who was chatting with Jesse Jackson, the black equalizer, on the lawn in the distance, and his eyelids trembled, "Didn't I let that guy come?" He tried desperately to suppress his anger and asked Linda in a deep voice.

"Jesse Jackson? He seems to want to run for the general election next year, and he may ask you to raise money, although he can't manage the lower half of his body, but with his current leadership position, we black people can only support him unconditionally, and there is no way to do some black material. He is the best choice for your officiating pastor. Linda thought he was referring to Jesse Jackson, who was involved in a lot of peachy scandals.

"It's not that old woman, I'm talking about her father." Song Ya said.

"That'...... That's Miss Kelly's father, and every girl wants to hold her own father's hand in the church, and he will hand her over to her future husband. Linda was surprised.

"She promised me not to let his father and sister be there, and she promised."

Song Ya didn't go to say hello to the two of them, and went straight back to the study.

"BOSS, APLUS, HER FATHER HAS COMPROMISED IN ORDER TO BE ABLE TO ATTEND THE WEDDING, AND HE NO LONGER INSISTS THAT HER TROUBLESOME SISTER BE THERE, THIS IS ALREADY THE BEST RESULT, HER FATHER IS OKAY, AFTER ALL, HE IS AN AERONAUTICAL ENGINEER WORKING IN HOSTON."

Linda came over to help explain, "Don't dwell too much on this, you've been showing signs of premarital phobia lately. ”

Song Ya saw a pile of slide projector films on the table again, which contained photos of the two from childhood to adulthood, ready to be selected and used in the wedding review ring, and picked up the photos of Mariah Carey's 92 vintage, and compared it with her now, she was even more angry, "You see, I am a lot fatter now than before, my body type management plan has completely failed, and she has not really listened to me." ”

"I think she's more beautiful now than she was in '92, and she's just right when she's not fat or thin." Linda laughed.

"Hmph."

Song Ya's mind was now a mess.

In the evening, while my fiancée was panting, "Honey, the pre-wedding party ......"

"Do you have to say this at this time?" Mariah Carey laughed and hugged her little fiancé.

"Don't go to Las Vegas, okay?"

"No, it's going to go, Patty and Brenda have already arranged it." She pouted again.

Song Ya didn't bother to speak, turned her back to her, and closed her eyes.

"I'm not happy again......" she teased disappretently, "stingy man." ”

On the streets of Chicago at the same time, Vic appeared in the back alley of the bar, he first observed, there was no one nearby, so he walked to the car where Sean was parked, punched it a few times with a small flashlight, found nothing unusual, and then went to check the car next to him.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly discovered that a special pass was placed under the front glass of a nearby car, which was used to enter and exit the F.B.I. Chicago office building.

"Hey, Sean, you've had a lot of luck these two days."

The back alley door was pushed open, Sean and his poker friends hooked their shoulders and came out, and Vic quickly dodged and hid in the shadows.

Several veteran friends complained to Sean, "How much did you lose today?" Newcomer. They asked a young man in his twenties who was smiling and following behind Sean.

"I don't remember, probably...... Two hundred? Or more than three hundred ......" the young man's face was full of chagrin.

"It's not enough, you have to pay some tuition, man."

Sean patted him on the shoulder triumphantly, then said a few goodbyes to them before they got into the car and left.

Vic watched the 'newcomer' drive away in his FBI-licensed car, and then walked back to his car two blocks away with a gloomy face.

Expressionless, he was driving home when the police lights flashed in front of him and a police car stopped in front of him.

He had no choice but to pull over, "Please show ......" and the two police officers walked out of the window.

"Hey, I'm not speeding." Vic rolled down the window, squeezed out a smile, and revealed his police ID.

"Deputy Sheriff?"

The police officer saw his official position above, saluted and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, there have been a lot of African Americans who have taken the opportunity to make trouble at night recently, and we are on official duty." Disturbed ......"

"I understand, you've worked so hard at this late hour." Vic was released.

The car started again, and when he was about to put the documents back in the glove box, he saw the photo he had taken with the stormtroopers in the past, took it out with some sentimentality, and rested it in front of the steering wheel while driving to look at it, in the photo, he and Sean hugged their arms tightly, and both of them smiled very brightly.

His grim facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his eyes showed a confused light again, just in time to see the neon tube of a bar on the side of the street, turn on the steering wheel, go to sit in front of the bar inside, ask for a beer, and meditate as he drank it.

"I'm sorry, we're closing."

He sat until almost four o'clock in the morning, when he was reminded by the bartender, and then he left the bar, got back in the car and drove home.

"Hey! What are you doing? Honey, scare me! ”

Pushing open the door of the house with a heavy heart, turning on the light, he suddenly saw his wife sitting in the living room staring at him coldly, he felt that his wife's mood was not right, and he exaggeratedly pressed his chest and joked.

"Vic, we've got to talk."

The wife pushed the documents on the table in front of her, "You can't do this anymore, I haven't seen anyone all night long, I don't say where you are going, this is a divorce agreement, sign it." ”

"Have you been to a lawyer?"

The two had quarreled many times before, but Vic didn't expect his wife to actually take action.

"Yes, I can't stand it, Vic, I didn't expect you to be like this when you were promoted......" The wife wiped tears from her tears in frustration, "I wish there was a man in the family who could help me, not a police officer like you who left everything and didn't return home at night." ”

"I'm going to leave it alone!?"

Vic was furious, "How much did I pay for this family!?" How do you think our children can be included in the treatment plan by the best private hospitals? Nothing comes without a price! ”

"Okay, okay, I don't want to quarrel with you at night, the kids are sleeping."

His wife didn't understand him and kept shaking her head, "I've already decided, either you sign it now, or you can also find a lawyer to talk to my divorce lawyer." ”

"I'm not going to get a divorce."

Vic angrily tore up the paperwork, went to the bedroom to get the bed quilt and went to sleep on the sofa, all the old feelings were gone, and now he was determined. I didn't sleep long before I woke up to the alarm clock, didn't care about anything at home, drove straight to work, pretended to be an inspection job, smiled and greeted my colleagues and casually opened the roster of prisoners temporarily held in the police station.

Soon, he saw the prison photo of the gangster who was beaten by Sean on the street with a bruised nose and swollen face, and silently remembered the other party's home address and release date, and appeared in the black neighborhood of South City at night, parking the car opposite a dilapidated building on the address.

He quietly observed outside for a few hours, feeling that there was no one in the house, there were no cars on the street, and the nearby residents were all asleep, put black socks with two eyeholes cut on his head, opened the door and got out of the car, crossed the road, walked to the gate in a few steps, and casually used a lockpicking tool to twist it ten times before he successfully entered the house, and immediately rummaged through it without leaving a trace, many years of experience told him that it was impossible for these gang members not to hide guns in their homes, and sure enough, an iron box was found in the water tank of the flush toilet, He took out the revolver inside, put it in his arms, and left without a sound.