Chapter 1080 Politician Zero State

"How much will they pay?"

Sloan looked at the insurance company employee who was walking away and kept talking on the mobile phone, and asked Hamlin.

There are countless reporters outside and countless police officers inside. This public hospital can no longer take care of the trivial matter of using mobile phones. They even have to send patients to other nearby hospitals by ambulance.

"Depending on the situation, APLUS often faints, and he is an African-American hip-hop singer. The amount of compensation for personal accident and other insurance is not high, but you know, CNA also underwrites many of his performance contracts. If a vicious case makes the contract impossible to perform, even if the compensation is paid, the amount will not be too high. The insurance company can file a lawsuit with us and the project loss party first and then negotiate a settlement. But if APLUS is unfortunate this time..."

Hamlin did not disclose the specific figures: "CNA will pay tens of millions of dollars for the 32-game global tour contract with Anschutz this year, as well as the promotional tasks of football stunner and Blade Warrior and the newly signed contract with Geffen Records. Sky-high singer appointments... must add up to hundreds of millions."

"It's not that they don't know that APLUS is at risk of being assassinated, and they should have tried their best to help us eliminate it." Sloan complained: "Now they know that they have a heart attack?"

"We've been saying it all the time, but whether people believe it or not, and whether it can be done is another matter."

Hamlin said solemnly: "So much money has to be paid, and they will independently investigate the case through private investigators and other channels, and maybe hope to shirk responsibility. Have you read the news? Some media said that the cause of the shootout was It was because of the land transaction dispute between us and the local farmers. If we were the ones who shot first, the nature would be very different. Don’t think they are afraid to do it for the sake of more than 100 million knives..."

Meanwhile, the Office of the Governor of Springfield.

"Was it really done by three white men on horseback? Are you sure? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Peter Flock was talking on the phone with Kozko, who was still in shock. After receiving a positive answer, he cursed angrily, and casually waved the antique bronze cannon on the table to the ground, then rubbed his brows and sighed deeply, "To APLUS Using the Ku Klux Klan’s classic execution method? This will make Chicago and even the country’s African-Americans riot again...Forget it, you can rest, as long as people are fine.”

Putting the phone down, "What do we do now?" he asked his chief of staff and legal counsel.

"Did Kozko use something to those cowboys? It caused..."

Eli, chief of staff, knows the lord's close businessman well.

"Kozko can never stay out of the land dispute." The black legal adviser reminded.

"I know that it is impossible and unnecessary for APLUS to force the local farmers and herdsmen to use their guns. I have reminded Kozko not to use the old tricks..."

What Peter said was actually not sure in his heart, so he called the Chief of the Chicago Police Department who had arrived at the hospital.

"The people from APLUS are inconsistent in their statements. Some say that the three cowboys met APLUS at least once or twice before, and some say that the three killers today are not at all the same as the local cowboys who used to graze there before. A group of people."

The director reported: "But there will be results soon. A cowboy gunman died at the scene. Our people are taking photos to compare with locals."

"Drag-net search, use all available police force, we must catch the two escaped gunmen." Peter said: "Also, police force should also be deployed in the urban area to prevent African-American riots, especially in South City."

"Yes! Mr. Governor."

"Alicia." She called her wife again. "Have you arrived at the hospital? Well, call me back as soon as you know the details... um."

"Underwood is calling." Eli handed over the phone.

"I heard the shooter was a white man on a horse..." Underwood began.

"Your information is correct," Peter replied.

Underwood was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, "Because of a land dispute?"

"This has not yet been investigated, but there is a high probability that it is not.

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"Those who stabilize APLUS, I'll let Claire come back first..."

Underwood had a brief chat with Peter, and returned the phone to Doug, his chief of staff.

"Peter Flock will go to the place where the crime happened tomorrow to attend the groundbreaking ceremony, and today APLUS is there to inspect the preparations...Peter's real estate agent friend is also there."

Doug reminded.

"Everyone is in the stage of mutual suspicion now, let's wait for more information before making a judgment." Underwood was noncommittal, "Check my schedule to see if I can push off some things, before the inauguration ceremony of the Grand Commander on the 20th. Take a day to go back to Chicago."

"I'll try, it's hard." Doug nodded, "The chairman of CNA has called you several times."

"Tell him that I will call back when I figure out the situation." Underwood didn't want to make a deal with the other party for the time being.

"Mr. Underwood, please come in..."

The two were outside the office of the deputy commander Gore at this time, and the subordinates of the other party came out to invite them.

After briefly asking about the situation, Gore said: "The commander-in-chief does not want to see the situation in 1992 before the inauguration ceremony. He has already called the mayors of dangerous cities, the FBI and..." Halfway through, He suddenly raised his voice impatiently, "Riding? Seriously? Holyshxt!" with a final expletive.

"Chicago is pretty sure."

Underwood smiled wryly. It is common for white people to kill black people. Killing them on horseback is a rare thing these days. It will remind black people of the tragic memories of the years when the Ku Klux Klan was rampant. The local cowboys kill passionately, and the Ku Klux Klan is not crazy enough to make a desperate assault against so many bodyguards of APLUS.”

"Didn't APLUS just collaborate with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra on a good gospel song? My pastor is full of praise."

Gore sighed.

"Jesse Helms still on vacation at home in North Carolina?"

"No, it's unlikely..."

At the same time, in New York, the mayor’s office, Giuliani was watching FoxNews, and the helicopter’s perspective overlooked the scene of the crime. Police officers in various uniforms, such as the Chicago City Police, Cook County Police, and Illinois State Police, were scattered everywhere. Searching for clues, taking pictures, police dogs were dispatched, and a large team of FBI field agents with the words "FBI" on the back had just arrived.

At present, the police have not released a press conference, and there is very little information. FoxNews only made a brief short news, and a front-line reporter connected to introduce the basic situation.

"Remember what you promised me, Howard." He asked Howard Stringer on the other end of the phone.

"It's not sure yet, I'm asking." Howard Stringer replied.

"Wow... keep up the good work."

He hung up the phone sarcastically, feeling much more relaxed than the donkey gang, "Go to the police station and meet those two Brooklyn singers." He ordered a trusted prosecutor.

"I'll go? Isn't it appropriate?" The prosecutor hesitated.

"You can go there in person, whether you want to appease or intimidate them, find a way to stabilize them."

"All right."

In a police station in Brooklyn, Jazzy and Damon Dash were locked in an interrogation room. The two men who were brought in by the police on the grounds of assisting in the investigation of the drug case looked around violently, "We have the right to talk to lawyers. Call! Is there anyone? Everyone is M-fxxk dead!?" Damon Dash kept yelling outside the door, venting his emotions.

No one paid attention at all, the two have been sitting dryly since they entered the door until now.

After waiting for a long time, the door was finally pushed open, and a white prosecutor walked in, "Hi, introduce yourself." The prosecutor held out his hand.

"We don't answer any questions without a lawyer." Damon Dash refused to shake hands.

"APLUS was shot in Chicago." The prosecutor cut straight. "Shortly before you came in."

"He's dead?" Damon Dash exchanged a surprised look with Jazzy.

"Not yet, it is being rescued, and the situation is similar to that of 2PAC." The prosecutor replied.

"I didn't hear that." Jazzy said alertly.

"Because we're a little bit more informed than you two, let's just say we don't want anything to happen in New York, so...sorry, used some impolite means, I know you have a lot of energy in Brooklyn." The prosecutor said: " No derogatory meaning."

"You can't detain us for how long, twenty-four hours? At most, and I will contact a lawyer immediately, this is our right!" Damon Dash said angrily: "We can afford bail."

"Without mentioning conditions, maybe we can make a deal." The prosecutor said with a smile: "There are not many opportunities like this... For example, cancel some criminal records for you?"

"I stopped trafficking in drugs a long time ago, and the jail time I should have been sent to has already been served." Jazzy replied.

"Really? Then we can also change our approach and sincerely clarify for you, saying that the gangster elements sung in your songs are just artistic processing. You are our model citizen, a good baby in Brooklyn."

The prosecutor continued to smile: "Is this okay? Jazzy?"

Hearing this, Jazzy wiped his hands on his face, and looked at Damon Dash beside him.

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