Chapter 1198? Kasiti's Trouble

"Seriously, Eddie Murphy's house is really nice."

A large number of behind-the-scenes transactions are unspeakable. Song Ya is still a bit unsatisfied with the hasty and brief face-to-face confrontation between himself and the former prime minister of a country. He swung the right hand that gave a beautiful blow just now, and only then did he take the time to look at the mansion he was in.

If I remember correctly, he has been here once before, or twice? I came here with Harley. At that time, I was quite impressed with the huge barn-style banquet hall in Eddie Murphy's house. I used this as a reference for the banquet hall that I was about to build in my Highland Park home. I didn't expect...

"There are a lot of audience today, let's wait first." Said to Mira, who was fiddling with a wig.

"Thandie Newton is outside."

Mira didn't see what happened outside the door just now, nor did he see the heroic posture of him punching Lazarenko. She only knew that the man in front of her was so trustworthy and grateful for many years. She appeared like a hero at the most difficult and helpless moment. When the door opened and the two looked at each other, all her suppressed emotions exploded. After finishing the wig, she hugged each other's arms with attachment, relying on the weight of her whole body. Hold on, don't let go.

"Um."

The two probed into the hall, and the situation was under control. Lazarenko's bodyguards lined up. Everyone put their hands on the shoulders of their colleagues in front of them. They lowered their heads and were escorted out by the police silently. Some guests were doing Take notes, and then leave one by one.

Another team of police officers began to cooperate with the FBI search, questioning the servants and other staff in the mansion. Those suspected CIA... In fact, they came over, "Is this yours? Mr. APLUS." The leader returned the phone.

"Yes."

Song Ya took it with a disgusted expression, "You should stop his physical assault on American citizens in time. This is already considered illegal imprisonment, isn't it?" At the same time, he tilted his head and gestured to Mira.

"We don't have the authority to deal with domestic crimes." CIA blame, they don't care about it.

"Forget it, please thank Mr. Senator for me anyway."

Just now, it was a senior senator from Delaware of the Donkey Party who was also the deputy of Jesse Helms and the vice chairman of the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee. Ermao's foreign affairs are all his 'territory'. Lian Ke, the central figure in the big net above his head, must get his approval to save the beauty by himself, and the price is naturally high.

"Haha, we are just clerks who follow orders. You should tell Mr. Senator yourself."

Just kidding, Nger in front of him is a local billionaire. In the free world, he has greater absolute 'freedom' than outsiders like Lazarenko. The head of the CIA smiled humbly and flatteringly and waved his hands again and again, "Mr. APLUS, then... …Need us get you and Miss Jovovich out of here? I know there's an escape route, the paparazzi should be outside."

"Hold on."

Song Ya waited over there holding the William Morris banner to warn Thandie Newton and others to go out and stop talking nonsense. Hayden finished his work, then joined Daniel, Old Mike and other bodyguards, and then followed the CIA through the secret escape passage. The back door of the manor left.

"Wow,

That guy got arrested just like that? "

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air of the tree-lined path, Daniel was a little bit unsatisfied, "APLUS, how did you do it?"

"The international wanted criminal dares to be so arrogant, he asked for it."

Song Ya pretended casually and looked at his watch.

"Go to my place?" Daniel invited.

"Don't stay nearby." Old Mike warned solemnly.

"Then send Mira home first." Song Ya gently held the back of the big white girl who was hanging on her body, and continued to attack Hayden when Old Mike drove over, "Who are the bodyguards you found for her?" ?”

"They were all stupid. At that time, I was really afraid that the idiots would do something." Hayden laughed with him. "Actually, I was sweating when you rushed in. The idiots have a lot of guns, it's too dangerous."

"Hehe, what am I afraid of? Last year, I had six holes for five months... I had a seven-hour operation..."

Song Ya bragged, and Mira beside her was even more moved and admired by her ears. She tiptoed and kissed the man affectionately on the cheek.

Song Ya felt itchy where she was kissed, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to scratch it, turned her head, and saw Mira's emerald eyes staring at her shining in the dark, her face was slightly flushed, like an evil goth Wind big cat, fur color is still pink...

"How do you wear this?" He brushed the ends of his ex-girlfriend's pink wig by the way.

"The filming style is too ugly. I like to change it every day, and there are many more." Mira asked, "Does it look good?"

"Okay."

"Hate!" Mira pursed her lips, pretending to be cute.

"Hey hey..."

Old Mike drove the car over quickly, and the two of them boarded the car with Hai, saying goodbye to Daniel, and the team left Beverly Hills and headed for Mira's residence.

"What's the matter? You speak slowly..."

Old Mike answered the phone in the middle, and he turned his head and gave Song Ya a tacit look, "Okay, okay...I see, I will tell him."

After picking it up, he continued to drive and asked, "Where will I go after Mira is delivered?"

"Well……"

Song Ya knew that he had something to say to himself in private, because he was planning to launch an attack on Lazarenko tomorrow, and because of the accident tonight, he had an extra day, "Go to San Marino and see the child." He After thinking about it, I decided to live in Xuelinfen.

Upon hearing these words, Mira raised her head that was resting on the opponent's shoulder, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

Song Ya didn't know her current emotional changes. It really cost a lot today, the commander, the party whip, the senator, the Hollywood prosecutor... It is hard to say that it is difficult to get through this series of joints, but it is definitely not easy if it is easy. He helped a lot but he didn't ask for anything extra in return. After all, he couldn't see his ex-girlfriend being manipulated by some erratic old man. As a male chauvinist, he is still willing to keep his original promise and forget the past. Let go and live separate lives with Mira.

Old Mike didn't speak any more, the black Mercedes-Benz convoy was about to arrive at Mira's residence.

"I don't want to stay in the house alone..." Mira said suddenly, "Can you take me to visit little Robb and the others? Is his name Robb? The last time I saw him he was a little one? Very cute... "

Song Ya turned her head to look at her in surprise, her expression was firm, and she kissed again sincerely, obsessively.

Understood.

That being the case, he doesn't need to worry about being a gentleman anymore, and the hand that has been lying down honestly is starting to be dishonest...

Old Mike and Hayden looked at the rearview mirror at the same time, and the team turned around and drove directly to San Marino.

"Sorry, Ms. McKee, we can't let you meet your father for the time being."

Alaska, Kasiti, who was nervously walking around the waiting room of the police station with her mobile phone, was told the news by the chief herself. "What crime did he commit!?" She questioned him angrily.

"No, but a person's death is related to him."

The director took out a photo of the deceased [悠流书试xt.xyz]: "Do you know why your father, that is, Wick McGee, came to Alaska? Do you know this person?"

"do not know."

The deceased was a middle-aged white man dressed in an old-fashioned trench coat and top hat. Cassetti looked at the photo carefully for a while, "Is this the murderer Vic is chasing? He came here to hunt down the murderer."

"He lied. We just contacted the local police station in Illinois where Vic works, and they said that he is not responsible for this kind of work, let alone being sent to Alaska to perform any missions. He has already transferred to a civilian job."

The director said: "The deceased was an acquaintance of his. Some locals saw them at the bar in the mining area, and several other fellow travelers sat at a table and talked closely, and they visited more than once."

"I do not know I do not know……"

Cassidy pulled her hair in distress for the father who was full of lies and deceived his daughter.

"Just a reminder, your father's friends, including the deceased, are all practicing private detectives. Could he be doing some private work for someone?" the director asked.

"It's possible, I don't know..." Kasiti shook her head in disbelief.

"Well, we'll let him go after we finish our inquiries, within twenty-four hours, but let me remind you, Ms. McKee, that there was a fierce gun battle in the mining area. A vicious case that may make it onto the local news in the United States."

The director didn't push her too much, sighed and said: "You are the assistant to the mayor, you should be very clear about our way of doing things."

"I know, I understand, thank you."

Cassidy had no choice but to leave the police station in a daze, but was immediately called home by Mayor Sarah Palin.

"Cassidy!"

As soon as Sarah Palin waited for her, she called out in a shrill voice, "I remember the last time you asked for leave because your father was here on a mission, and he stopped by to visit you!"

"He may have lied to me, sorry, Mayor Palin." Cassidy admitted pitifully.

"ha!"

Sarah Palin sneered, and looked at her carefully again: "I've noticed your consumption habits that don't match your income, Cassidy, don't you still receive another salary!?"

"What...another salary?" Kasiti was stunned, unconsciously clenched her phone tightly, thinking that the matter of taking money from APLUS had been discovered.

"Don't think I don't know, the FBI likes to send people like you to lurk beside us conservative politicians, who supported the murderer in the Oklahoma case ah? Who knows if this is their 'qualification' for you, easy to fight Entering our circle, I was wrong, I recognized the wrong person, you have failed my trust!"

Sarah Palin's imagination went in another direction, "You and your father, what do you want to secretly investigate in the mining area!? Be honest!"

But it is not groundless. Since the series of violent terrorist incidents of white people against ethnic minorities and the government after the affirmative action in the 1960s, the FBI has become more vigilant against ultra-conservative white civil groups and politicians. They like to send a large number of agents into various countries. Extremist organizations, high-pressure defense, sometimes 'recruit' ten people, and nine of them are likely to be FBI people, that's an exaggeration.

"How is it possible, you know me, Mayor Palin, so I won't..."

"Don't explain! You're fired anyway, pack up and leave tomorrow!"

Sarah Palin couldn't listen at all, "Hmph, you're still taking advantage of my vacation to host the city government's press conference? Don't think I don't know that you just want to pose in front of the camera all day long to win the favor of my voters."

Maybe this is the real reason for being fired? Cassetti knew that this beautiful female mayor had nothing to do with the city government, "But it's an emergency with a broken heating pipe? You also agreed to the press conference."

"Then there's no need to wear Givenchy! I even made my hair specially, scheming bitch!"

Well, she was fired suddenly, and the next day, she had to go through the resignation procedures with her frustration, and then go to the police station to pick up the cheating father who was allowed to leave.

"Damn it, that suspect ran away again. He is really accurate with marksmanship."

Vic didn't know what happened to his daughter yet. He gave a thumbs up to the other private detectives who walked out of the police station. Everyone tacitly refused to confess under the pressure of a colleague's death. He was very satisfied.

Yesterday, he could clearly see the hostile face of Trevor Phillips, the main criminal on horseback who participated in the APLUS shooting, but after a fierce gun battle in the ice and snow in the Alaska mining area, he was still run away by the other party and killed one The private detective who also took old Mike's money, the gangster's marksmanship left a deep impression on him.

He likes challenges, and he also likes the excitement of chasing murderers thousands of miles away. He feels that he is destined to be a serious crime police officer, otherwise he will be driven crazy by the boring desk work.

"Woo woo woo..."

Kasiti lay down on the steering wheel and cried bitterly.

"What's the matter with you? It's okay, it's just that the case is a bit tricky..." Vic continued to lie.

"I know everything! Daddy! You are just a civilian police officer now! You have no right to come here to handle the case!"

Cassidy yelled at him tearfully, "The mayor said I was helping you lie to her, cover up, and now I'm fired too!"

"Fired...?"

Vic rubbed his bald head in embarrassment, "That's good, don't do it in Alaska, it's too far away from Chicago, it's too inconvenient, your mother and younger siblings miss you very much, you should find a job closer to us."

"you are fired?"

In San Marino, Song Ya also contacted Kasiti and got the latest news, "It's a bit troublesome..." Kasiti's extreme position, she can no longer be a hero to save the beauty, "Don't cry, it's just a It's just work, let me figure out a way. Oh!"

He put the phone away, put one hand on Mira's pink wig in front again, and stretched the other hand to the back. Xue Linfen's hair is platinum blonde...

"Alaska is indeed too far away..."

Before going to Europe, he planned to help Cassity one more time, quietly, but after breaking up with Goodman, now there are no insiders besides old Mike, "Uh, Zecheng, you know the conservative side recently Is there anything missing? Put a friend to work, yes, just find a new job."

Sloan was on the liberal side, and he decided to ask Song Zecheng, his new personal lawyer.

"Oh? What type? Wait a minute..." Song Zecheng hurriedly asked about the specific requirements, "Do you know that there is a newly established conservative think tank organization called New American Century (PNAC)?" He called back.

"That's neoconservative territory, right?"

Song Ya has heard that in the 1990s, when the donkey party came to power, the big bosses and bureaucrats who were unemployed from the previous Xiang party government gathered together to keep warm last year. Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowy Berts, Bolton, etc... The theme is very straightforward, that is, the meaning of the organization's name, slamming the foreign policy of the Donkey Party, and calling the Arkansas commander-in-chief too soft-hearted. The United States must always be vigilant, keep its eyes open to find and kill the next century Potential enemies, they have developed the concept of "the twentieth century is the century of the United States" proposed by Luce, the co-founder of Time Magazine, so the 21st century will undoubtedly continue to maintain power, that is, the new American century, and it will last forever, "New Conservatives have been in power for a long time, and many of that group of people are actually just seeking office, full of a large number of bottomless opportunists.”

"It's just to solve the job of a girl with little experience, isn't it?" Song Zecheng asked with a smile, "They are recruiting a number of assistants who will be responsible for daily chores... It sounds nice, but they are actually secretaries who do everything, and the salary is not high. , Although there are several energy and military companies and rich people behind this organization, it is hard to say what it will develop in the future, and the funds are not very abundant."

"OK, then I'll let her go for an interview, those people will like her."

Song Ya took the old Mike's mobile phone and called Kasiti back, "I'll help you get Cheney's recommendation letter, don't worry, don't worry about your dad, let him take care of himself."

"We seem to have left someone behind."

In Springfield, Peter Flock puts down a report from law enforcement and looks at the Governor's Office Counsel, his former personal attorney, in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot too." The black lawyer glanced at the report and reported the photo of Vic taken by the local Alaska police station.

"You'll handle it?" Peter asked.

"I'll take care of it."

"Well, clean up and pick a good time."

"Yes Sir..."

Chicago 1990