Chapter 1087 Butterfly

January 19, 1997.

Tomorrow is the Inauguration Ceremony of the Grand Commander, on the 20th, and the tradition remains unchanged. At that time, the Grand Commander will give a speech, and there will be a grand parade on Pennsylvania Avenue between the White House and the Capitol.

After the news that Song Ya was shot and dying, there began to be small-scale riots. On the ninth day after his operation, that is, on the night of January 13th, A+CN released the live footage. On the 14th, riots suddenly After the escalation, on the 15th, 16th, and 17th, there was chaos all over the country. Politicians in various "first-tier" cities used thunderbolt methods one after another yesterday. The news that Ya was out of danger and the news of the transfer to another hospital came out in due course, and the situation was quickly suppressed.

The black group has had enough trouble, and is tired. Overall, it did not cause the death, injury, scale and breadth of the Rodney King case in 1992. However, the city appearance and shops in many cities still suffered huge losses, especially the "shock source" Chicago. In the panoramic shooting by the helicopter of the TV station, thick smoke rose into the sky in some urban areas, as if the shocking pictures of ruined walls after the war were not lost to Los Angeles back then. Of course, the affected area was not as large as Los Angeles at that time.

The main reason is the division of the upper black elites in various places. In 1992, the Xiang Party was in power, and in the general election year, blacks generally lived in urban areas, and the politicians they supported were naturally from the Donkey Party. It's not a burden to get up.

Now it's replaced by the donkey party who won't have any electoral pressure after winning...

After all, black people are the votes of the donkey party, and the upper elites are mostly influenced by the donkey party. It is understandable that they are afraid. If Gordon hadn't forcibly leaked the three-second video on his evening news, all places would be calmer.

Gordon asked A+CN to play that scene almost frame by frame, and marked the man in a black windbreaker lying in the snow with the arrow of the word 'APLUS', and the unidentifiable white gunman riding a horse. The muzzle of the gun was lit, as if the Ku Klux Klan was executing an execution.

After this scene, which was slowly and repeatedly displayed frame by frame, was reposted by other TV stations, it gave the black people all over the place too much stimulation. Even if they support the donkey party in private, it is always necessary to take to the streets to protest and show their attitude.

The black elephant party is also more active this time. The former chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and four-star general Colin personally urged the law enforcement agencies to solve the case as soon as possible. Discrimination against race is prohibited by the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution, even if the motive is well-intentioned' and 'should be wary of racial policies that are self-righteously formulated by a small number of elites', 'don't do anything to us, if black people can't stand on their own Get up, then let him lie on his stomach! ’ Clarence Thomas, complained through his assistants.

"You are brave, Gordon."

The University of Chicago Medical Center on Maryland Avenue is very satisfied. The media revealed that APLUS family members insisted on transferring here. Top hospitals also need advertising effects. Songya can enjoy a specially customized intensive care unit here, which is quiet and easy to guard. It's big enough to hold a guest sofa, a coffee table, a new TV, an old vinyl record player, everything.

Gordon and Linda came to visit at night. Before leaving, the old Mike rarely took the initiative to hug Gordon, and praised, "Next...do you have a plan?" He asked.

"Well, there have been invitations from a lot of organizations... I'd rather be a NAACP board member, don't you think?"

Gordon asked back.

"I don't know, I'm white." Old Mike answered bluntly with narrowed eyes.

"Ha ha!"

Gordon laughed heartily, took one last look at APLUS on the hospital bed, and sighed insignificantly, "Let's go, Linda." He comforted Linda who was sobbing again, "Let's go, Mike, goodbye."

"goodbye."

After watching the two black elites leave the ward with heavy steps, Old Mike sat back on the sofa and cut his newspaper by himself.

Life must go on, the boy was in a coma for half a month,

It is rare to see people crowding around outside the ward, only a small group of visiting guests who have made an appointment in advance to visit, the mayor, governor, party whips, politicians, black elites and white professional managers...

The boy's 'girlfriends' came one after another, Mira, Charis...etc, weeping, accompanying, talking to the boy who didn't respond, and in the end they could only say goodbye in frustration.

Amy, Halle and the others also left Chicago to busy themselves with their careers.

Sloan began to travel around the country, helping Littman Press to promote educational films.

Since the medical center is in the Hyde Park area, Aunt Susie and the others will go back to their home not far away to sleep at night and come back during the day. Xue Linfen, who lives in Highland Park, will take care of her two children alone, so the frequency of her visits will be lower.

The scissors in Old Mike's hand were hanging in the air, and his eyes were on the newspaper that the death toll in the APLUS shooting increased again, and the second bodyguard who was seriously injured died ten days later. ’ stayed on that page for a long time, and finally Mawota didn’t make it through and passed away.

He cut out the news with a blank expression and kept it in his little notebook.

"No...no appointment." The sound of the muffler sounded outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"It's me, Mike." It turned out that Mariah Carey came over.

"come in."

Old Mike opened the door and let in Mariah Carey who was holding Little Rhaegar.

"Remind Miss Kelly, we only have three hours, Mike." Her manager, Sandy Glenn, said outside the door: "I have to go back to New York to make an announcement tomorrow."

"OK."

Old Mike closed the door.

"Look, it's Dad."

Mariah Carey put the bouquet on the bedside table, and carefully hung her son over Song Ya's head. Little Rega's fat hand touched his father's short beard, and then retracted.

"what did the doctor say?"

Sniffing to hold back tears, Mariah Carey asked.

"It's a bunch of useless idiots." Old Mike continued to fiddle with his newspaper.

Mariah Carey looked at the old man, wondering if he would look up here for a while, leaned down quietly, pouted and kissed Song Ya's lips, and then observed for a while, "It seems that you are not the frog prince..." She Talk to yourself.

"What?" Old Mike didn't hear clearly, thinking he was talking to himself.

"It's nothing, can you?" She wanted to put Little Rega on Song Ya's chest.

"Come on, last time Susie made his sutured wound start to bleed again." Old Mike hurriedly stopped him.

"oh."

Accompanying an unconscious patient is very boring. Mariah Carey stayed in the ward for more than two hours, and later she was mainly teasing her son to pass the time. She said goodbye when Sandy Glenn knocked on the door to remind her.

"Did you come by private plane? Miss Kelly." Old Mike asked suddenly.

"Well, the schedule is very fast..."

"Take me with you. I just want to go to Tribeca to get some of his personal belongings and come back." Mike stood up with his waist supported.

Mariah Carey seemed to realize something, and stared blankly at Old Mike with a complicated expression. She tried to speak a few times but her lips moved and she finally didn't ask much. "OK, no problem." She agreed.

"Um."

Old Mike simply packed up his things, "The muffler, I'm leaving it to you for the time being, I'll be back soon, can I do it?" He asked the muffler that replaced Mavota.

Silencer nodded and beat his chest, because he was not there with Tony on the day of the shooting, he was very guilty, and these days he conquered the old Mike with his performance.

"Well, stay at the door, and no one will let in except Susie and the others without an appointment."

Old Mike gave some instructions and followed Mariah Carey and Sandy Glenn in front.

The hospital was very quiet late at night, only the echo of Mariah Carey's high heels in the corridor.

A group of people got in the car and rushed to the airport.

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this..."

Mariah Carey suddenly said to the old Mike who was sitting in the co-pilot.

Old Mike didn't answer, just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was still the Gulfstream 4SP. Old Mike walked into the once very familiar cabin. He saw that the small table in front of Mariah Carey's exclusive seat was full of song manuscripts. "Is this your new song?" He asked.

"Um."

"butterfly, butterfly? It's a beautiful name...is that okay?" Old Mike picked out one and gestured to her.

"Please..."

The plane quickly rose into the Chicago night sky.

when you love someone deeply

He has become the whole of your life invisibly

It'

Therefore, it is easy to have a strong entanglement in the heart that is afraid of losing

i blindly thought i could

imprison you under a glass bottle

Now I understand to hold you

Now I realize that I want to hold your heart tightly

Imust open up my hand

I have to open my hands instead

And watch you rise

let you fly

Old Mike put on earplugs habitually, and gradually closed his eyes while enjoying the lyrics, snoring slightly.

He didn't hear little Rega's crying, and dreamed of that day, the boy stood alone on the mound of soil, and opened his arms like a butterfly towards the construction site in the distance. When I was in a happy mood, the scale of the TV station and the record company was getting bigger and bigger, and everything was flying to a new peak, and the boy was only 22 years old when he did all this.

He rolled his eyes. He had seen the cowboys on horseback in the distance a long time ago. They were farmers and herdsmen nearby. They were probably dreaming of oil coming out of some fields...

He had met him twice before, but he didn't care. When the gunshots rang out, it was too late.

He began to feel guilty again, and unknowingly let go of his hand, and the manuscript fluttered gently to the ground.

"Come on, you're killing me."

Mariah Carey got up and handed her son to the nanny. When she passed by Old Mike, she hesitated. She picked up the papers on the floor and returned to her seat, resting her chin and staring blankly out of the porthole.

"Miss Kelly, go to sleep, otherwise it will be very hard on stage tomorrow." The female assistant persuaded.

She shook her head, tears streaming down quietly.

Spread your wings and prepare ofly

Wings to fly

You have transformed into a beautiful butterfly

Flyaband only into the sun

Let's fly to the sun

if fate brings you back to me

That proves that we are indeed a match made in heaven.

So spread your wings and fly

so fly high

Butterfly

butterfly

'In the new millennium we have a bright new outlook in human affairs, a moment that will define our course and our character for decades to come...'

On the twentieth, New York, which has a unique scenery here, the city government successfully reached a tacit understanding with Jazzy and Damon Dash, and also suppressed the inner city broadcasting company. They only missed Spike Lee. Under the appeal of the director, black people It still took to the streets, but it was generally peaceful. Under Giuliani's early warning, it was far less violent than other cities.

In the Upper East Side, the inaugural speech of the Grand Commander was playing on the TV in the room, but no one was in the mood to care. Motura sat behind the boss's desk with a relaxed smile, with his lawyer on the side and two New York City Police Department detectives on the opposite side.

"Your only option now is to surrender."

The police detective threatened: "The New York police have wiped out the Colombo family. Their two bosses have already been imprisoned by Mayor Giuliani. One has a sentence of 136 years and the other has a sentence of 100 years. They are finished. The black hands behind you Party power is over, Tommy."

"This has nothing to do with my client. I mean, although there are rumors that Tommy has an affair with the Mafia, I swear, he is definitely a law-abiding name, but he happens to be Italian, that's all." The lawyer replied .

"Don't play dumb, just look at this."

The detective threw a document on the table, "The Beverly Hills driver has confessed to you, Tommy Motura, you hired him through Anthony Pelicano, who was involved in monitoring APLUS Other minor characters have also come to the case one after another. In short, he has recruited them all. You also once told the Colombo family through Anthony Pelicano, asking them to send their subordinate McTownley to gather troops and go to Chicago to wait for the second assassination. APLUS..."

"It's all framed. Anthony Pelicano has died for no apparent reason... As for McTownley? The bank robber who was killed by the FBI in the motel? Can he still come back and confess?"

The lawyer nodded disdainfully at the document, "It's full of loopholes. We don't accept fraud. The court needs to talk about evidence."

"No deal?" asked the detective.

"No, Tommy is innocent. It's ridiculous to surrender himself." The lawyer formally refused after getting Motura's consent.

"Tch, the desire to survive is really strong." Another police detective lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"What?" The lawyer didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, then let's take our leave, and we will bring an arrest warrant when we come back next time." The two police detectives put away the documents and got up to leave without further ado.

"I'll send them off." The lawyer followed.

When they all left the room, Motura was instantly discouraged and slumped on the chair.

He first watched the inauguration ceremony for a while. People had already surrounded the Grand Commander and his wife for a parade in Pennsylvania. On the side of the road, rioters could still vaguely see protesting graffiti that had not been cleaned up.

The proportion of blacks in Washington, D.C. is also quite large, and it is an iron vote area for black politicians and the Donkey Party. He thought that Jesse Jackson, the black equal rights leader, had been clamoring for a long time. The Donkey Party wanted to upgrade Washington, DC, to a state. With two more seats, the House of Representatives also has income, and the Elephant Party is frantically resisting.

Ridiculous political strife, boring, he started to change channels, stopped at the MTV channel where Mariah Carey sang a new song Live, he often listened alone behind his back, put down the remote control, "Too little, too little to wear..." While sipping brandy, he watched and complained.

Um? It seems too quiet outside? Get up to open the door, inside and outside, the bodyguards in front of and behind the house suddenly don't know where to go.

"Damn it!"

After looking around, he cursed and opened the corner of the curtain. Seeing that the lawyers and police detectives were still standing outside the door talking, he was slightly relieved, strode back to the room, and dialed a number.

"I have been notified that starting today, Epic Records can no longer bear any expenses for your personal security." The person on the other end of the phone replied.

"At least say hello to me in advance!" he cursed.

"Sorry, Tommy, you know, I'm just on orders..."

"Forget it."

Motula hung up the phone impatiently, leaned back and took a sip of wine, and called Howard Stringer again.

Suddenly feel dizzy? Maybe it was caused by anxiety, no one answered, and he couldn't wait any longer, so he called a familiar private security company.

'click. '

The plug spring of the landline was suddenly pressed down by a finger.

He looked up and saw a black face, close at hand.

I couldn't help being startled, and fell into the boss's chair, "You...you..."

The door of the room was slowly closed, and another black man behind the door appeared.

"Ho..." He found himself having trouble breathing, and his head became more dizzy, "Ho ho...you..." He pointed at the brandy on the table with trembling hands.

The two black men in suits did not answer. One silently fiddled with the position of the documents on the desk, looked for a key to open the drawer and searched carefully, and the other put the wine glass and wine into the small plastic pocket he brought with him, and then took out a new identical glass like a magic trick , re-pour half a cup.

"Tommy..."

Old Mike's white beard appeared from the shadows. He looked indifferently at Motura who was still writhing and struggling, and sat down opposite him, calmly admiring the scene.

"You...haha!"

Motura recognized him, APLUS's personal bodyguard, who knew everything. In fact, after receiving the suspicious news of Anthony Pelicano's death, why didn't he foresee this day early?

He hissed with a voice that was almost hoarse, "You are asking for trouble for showing up to me in person!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I just trust my eyes."

Old Mike looked at the blacks arranged by the two Underwood chiefs of staff Doug. He was very mysterious, but judging from his technique and proficiency in doing such things, as well as his obviously well-educated speech and accent when talking before the action, It should come from a certain intelligence unit. I really shouldn't come together to leave hidden dangers, but...

It really doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore.

He just wants to see the other party stop breathing in front of his own eyes, not make a deal with some big shot, fake his death and spend the rest of his life secretly and peacefully on some small foreign island.

A black man cleared the table, took out a bottle of sleeping pills, and unscrewed the cap.

Motura pinched his own neck, breathing in as much fresh air as possible, watching all this with despairing eyes.

I don't know what was put in the wine just now, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my brain has almost stopped functioning.

Felt his teeth being squeezed open by a hand in a rubber glove.

The last scene that came into my mind was APLUS's personal bodyguard gritted his teeth, tightened his facial muscles, stared at himself with special enjoyment and nodded slightly.

"Tell... tell APLUS, I'm... waiting for him in hell."

His head was tilted to one side, his hands hang down weakly, dangling on the outside of the armrest of the seat.

I have learned that beauty

I realize beauty

Hastoflourishinthelight

Only in the sun can it bloom brilliantly

Wildhorses ride unbridled

Wild horses run wild

Ortheir spirits

is the spirit of freedom

you gave me courage

Tobe all that I can

let me conquer everything

And Itruly feel your heart will

I trust your heart with all my heart

're

will lead you back into my arms

when you're ready to stay for true love

Spread your wings and prepare ofly

Wings to fly

You have transformed into a beautiful butterfly