Chicago 1990

　　 Things are not as common as Al said. The two dared not stick their heads out of the window. They didn't want to be hapless to be stray bullets on the news. They just lay on the window edge and watched carefully.

　　 A few minutes after the shooting, several police cars drove over, and the uniformed police officers began to pull up the security tape at the alleys of the sales point. The two paparazzi who had harassed Song Ya just downstairs were also stopped by the police officers to make notes.

　　 Four white men in plain clothes chatted with uniformed police officers and rushed straight into the building where the recording studio was located.

　　 "The people from GD ran into our building?"

　　 Song Ya's heart trembled, he didn't want to take in any ‘owners’, "Go and close the outside door." He said to Al.

　　 Al, who went to close the door, retreated back soon. He raised his hands and was pointed at the forehead by a gun.

　　 "Police!"

　　The man with the gun held a police officer's shield badge in his other hand, "All against the wall! Hands hold your head!" He shouted, "We suspect that a drug dealer is hiding here!"

　　 "Hey! You can't just enter the private property, what about the search warrant!?" Dile walked out of the recording studio to protest.

　　 "Shut up!" He was pushed against the wall by a strong bald white man, "Let you lean against the wall! Didn't you hear me!?"

"You are entering illegally, our lawyer is upstairs, hey! Big A! Go call Goodman!" Dila saw the big A and his little brother who was walking suspiciously from next door to see the bustle, and quickly shouted Tao.

　　 Big A was very clever, turned around and ran out, but unfortunately he didn't run. He was forced back by two guns from the two guarding the corridor.

　　 Song Ya leaned her back against the wall, put her head in her hands, and calmly counted, 1, 2, 3, 4. The four white men who broke in should be the four plainclothes who rushed into the building just now.

　　 Big A and his little brother were also driven into the A+ record, the last plainclothes closed the door and locked.

　　 "It seems something is not quite right, APLUS!" Big A shouted, holding his head, not to mention his old world, even Song Ya could see that something was wrong. This is a police officer, it is a robber.

"You're APLUS?" The bald man seemed to be the leader of the foursome. He drove everyone to a wall and asked them to stand facing the wall with their heads, and then walked to Song Ya, "We suspect that a drug dealer is hiding. After entering here, please cooperate with the investigation!"

　　 "You are entering illegally, wait to receive my lawyer's complaint!" Song Ya put his hands on the back of his head and looked at him coldly.

　　 "I'll wait." The brawny bald man didn't care, "Shaun, look at people! You two, search this place!" His opponent ordered.

　　 One of the two men rushed into the control room and recording studio, and the other rushed into Song Ya's office, and began to ruin the cabinet.

　　 "Hey! Don't move the record player! There is our master tape in it!"

　　 Dilay yelled uneasy, and was slammed on the back by the plainclothes man named Sean, "Quiet! Can't understand English!?"

　　 "I will sue you! Waiting for the lawsuit to be unemployed!" Diley roared.

　　 "Don't..." The big A finally got a taste of it, "Don't mess with them Dile...They are the stormtroopers."

　　 "Just know, Nger." Sean blurted out his discriminatory language, without the caution of public servants.

　　 Big A took a sip on the ground.

　　 Sean directly gave him a gun **** on the back of his neck, which was much harder than treating Dilei. The big A was hit by the heavy blow and fell to his knees, groaning in pain.

　　 Song Ya has heard of the stormtrooper in the mouth of Big A. This is the name of all the gangs in the Chicago anti-drug and anti-organized crime special operations team.

　　 The group of guys in front of them are people fighting drugs and gang crimes on the front line. After the tragic casualties of acting in accordance with the rules in the initial stage, their behavior style is getting more and more extreme, and the quality of their players is getting worse. They have done everything they can to stuff ‘gifts (drugs)’ to plant stolen goods, eat illicitly, half-grab and half-rob, swallow stolen goods, and even unite certain ‘interested’ gangs to pull sideways in gang wars.

　　Because their team members are all white and so lawless, all kinds of racial discrimination are naturally indispensable. Even the gangs use the nickname derived from the NZAI stormtrooper to describe them, which shows their brutality and deterrence.

　　 "Clear!" The person who searched the recording studio came out and reported, "It's so **** clean, the music player didn't even find the'cigarette (leaf)'."

　　 "Clear..."

　　 Another person came out of Song Ya’s office, "There is only a safe left that cannot be opened."

　　 "Search!" The bald man searched Song Ya up and down first, then pushed him into the office and locked him again.

　　 Faced this alone, the neck is thicker than his head, and the whole person is like a wild boar who seems to be a brawny man who is always ready to rush over and hit people. Song Ya has no bottom in his heart. The other party regards the law as infallible, can he really be sure of himself? Now I am a person who can talk and laugh with the federal congressmen and the wife of the Cook County State Attorney. Even if the other party is planted with a ‘gift’, the court’s offensive and defensive will continue for several years. During this period, I have the means to retaliate through higher-ups.

　　 "Open the safe."

　　 "Give me your ID." Song Ya glanced at the messy office, suppressed his anger, and said calmly to the other party.

The brawny bald man smiled, took out his ID from his arms, opened it and shook it before his eyes,'Detective Vic McGee, Captain of the Special Operations Squad Against Drugs and Organized Crime, Chicago Police Department', "Big Star Really? Want revenge? Don't worry, you won't. Open the safe! Quick!"

　　 He put the ID back, and opened the pistol for insurance.

　　 Song Ya had to take out the key and open his safe.

　　 There is nothing in it, just a few rolls of cash, about three or four thousand dollars, a notebook that I often use, and valuables such as a gold watch given by Old Joe.

　　Vick McGee took apart the rubber band of the coin and put his nose on the ticket and took a deep breath. It should be sniffing the smell of drugs.

　　 "Is it really clean ah?" He didn't smell anything, and threw the money on the boss's desk, sitting in Song Ya's chair carelessly, and began to read the notepad carefully.

　　 Song Ya couldn’t understand this move. What is the other party looking for?

　　 He took this opportunity to look around the office, and sure enough, his books, as well as the resumes of the singers, all had traces of being turned over, and the paper was scattered all over the floor.

　　 "They are definitely not here to chase drug dealers." He thought to himself, "If it's for GD's opponent, they should give me some ‘gifts’ and plant them."

He looked at each other's looks carefully again, white man, blue eyes, Vic McGee... "Huh?" A girl suddenly appeared in his mind, Vic McGee and Cathy McGee, all with blue eyes. OMG! This is not the father who came to avenge the woman! Hey! You are playing too much! ?

　　‘Slap~www.ltnovel.com~ The notepad was also thrown on the table by the opponent. Wick McGee played a group photo of Song Ya and Senator Underwood in the frame, "Broad friendship, ah?"

　　 "It's fine if you know, I know a lot of big people." Song Ya tried to calm him down.

"Hmm..." Vic McGee smiled disdainfully and stood up. He was about half a head shorter than Song Ya, so he could only look up at Song Ya. "The big people are not really able to make friends if you want to make friends. of……"

　　 Song Ya stared into his eyes, as if he understood something.

　　 "But this time you kid passed." Vick McGee retracted the gun. "Peter says hello to you."

　　 Peter, that’s Peter Flock, Cook County State Attorney, Alicia Flock’s husband, that’s how...

　　 "Also, I'm very satisfied with your refusal to Cassidy. Keep it up and watch your black X, as far as possible from my daughter."

　　 Vic McGee picked up the cash on the table and shook it towards Song Ya.

　　 "You keep it." Song Ya saw through the other's thoughts.

　　 Vick McGee grinned open, and took the cash into his pocket, "Collect the team!" He left the office and walked away swaggeringly with the three team members.

　　 "I'll call Goodman!" Dile dashed to the phone and picked up the handset.

　　 "Forget it." Song Ya pressed the earpiece to stop him from making the call, "That's it." He said to Al, "Take the big A to the hospital. Don't tell anyone about it."

　　 "WTF!?" Big A's younger brother was unhappy.

　　 "I know, I know..." Big A struggled to get up, "I'm fine, just take a rest, we can't afford the stormtroopers, or according to APLUS, it should be nothing happened..."