Chapter 1433 Never Again
"This kid is the most unrestrained FBI I've seen in most of my life..."
The target person, Andre Sanchez, almost regarded the suspension investigation as a rare vacation. In addition to meeting with Steve Case, Dave Norton and other New York branch colleagues in the same group to talk about how to safely survive the internal investigation crisis, he went to bars, watched Breaking off dances, having trysts with lovers, going home to accompany his wife and children from time to time, gambling with gang leaders, and occasionally blackmailing criminals on the street, the life of erratic life is very "wonderful".
The old Mike was helpless by him, and he was amazed: "It is nothing to ignore the internal discipline of the FBI. It is more rampant than when Vic McGee was alive."
Franklin, who was driving, heard Vic's name, and immediately turned to look at the old man in the co-driver in surprise.
"how?"
Old Mike, who was concentrating on studying the map of New York, didn't pay attention, but Carl in the back seat saw his little move, so he asked.
"nothing."
Franklin continued to concentrate on driving.
Carl didn't take it seriously, but Franklin couldn't help himself after ten minutes, and suddenly said, "Yo, that... Vic McGee, is that... the leader of the stormtroopers in Chicago?"
"right."
It’s not surprising that black people who hang out on the streets of Chicago have heard the name of Vic, the stormtrooper. Carl nodded, “He was accidentally shot dead by a black thief.”
Franklin curled his lips. "I know, those white guys in the stormtrooper deserve it. They all M-FXXK are bloody racists. I'm glad the light of justice can come."
"Vic was transferred from the stormtroopers a long time ago. You were on the streets at that time?" Old Mike narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down again. "Are you only twenty-five years old?"
"Twenty-six, the same age as your boss."
Franklin was a little guilty of being stared at, and he pretended to be upset and replied to the old man.
"It's yours now." Carl, who was out of the situation, reprimanded his subordinates: "Be careful what you say about Franklin in the future."
"Concentrate on driving."
Old Mike didn't want to continue the conversation. It was already the early morning of September 11th, and neither he nor Carl could wander around the streets of New York for a long time, and had to finish their errands as soon as possible.
Franklin directional,
Turning the car onto a road flanked by apartment buildings facing the street, one of which Andre Sanchez's lover lives in, "he is."
Andre Sanchez was just acting aimlessly, but he probably didn't realize that he was being watched. No matter where he went, he would never change his private car. The three of Old Mike had already figured out his habits, and there was a high probability that he would Come to my lover to spend the night, and I will drive away very early, before dawn.
So waiting for him to go out and get in the car is the best time.
"Hopefully there will be no witnesses on the street by then."
Old Mike has already put on makeup, and Carl and Franklin, the two blacks, also put on hoodies to cover their heads, "Just open the door, right?" Andre Sanchez's car is a new Dodge, and Franklin said: "Want to start the car?" It might take a little longer.”
"No, just open the door." Old Mike moved over from the co-pilot to take over the steering wheel.
"There are no passers-by." Carl, who was on the lookout in the back seat, reported.
"OK, ten seconds."
Franklin controlled the car to slide slowly, and then opened the door slightly. When he passed the Dodge, he rolled out of the car, bent down and touched the side of the driver's seat of the Dodge, and used the flat pass he took out from his arms. The strip slipped along the window, and like magic, the door opened within ten seconds.
At this time, if he was discovered, he would be considered a car thief at most.
The old Mike who parked the car in front observed again, got out of the car after confirming it was safe, trotted into the Dodge car, quickly climbed to the back seat, curled up on the seat, took out the pistol, and checked the ammo Clamp, then start to twist the silencer, load it.
Franklin gently closed the car door, then went back and drove around again, turned back to the rear where he could see from a distance, and turned off the car.
"Good job, Fu."
Carl patted Franklin on the shoulder appreciatively, and lent money to the person who bought the car. If the other party defaulted on the contract, he would ask Franklin to steal the car back, and he never failed.
"This old man is very powerful." Franklin was also impressed by the old Mike's agility just now, "Our cooperation is absolutely perfect."
"Haha, of course, the boss's most trusted personal bodyguard."
Although it had been rehearsed beforehand, all this was done in a short time, and Carl was overwhelmed immediately, "The actions of the two of you just now are simply art..."
Around four o'clock, André Sanchez, yawning and with his tie draped around his neck, left the apartment building, oblivious to anything.
"do not move!"
Old Mike still had time to observe the windows of Andre Sanchez's lover's residence in advance. Outside this old-fashioned apartment building, there is an old-fashioned answering machine corresponding to the upstairs resident unit. It is easy to find out the target's room number. After confirming safety Only then put the cold muzzle of the gun against the back of Andre Sanchez's head, "Raise your hands."
Andre Sanchez raised his hands dumbfounded. Franklin and Carl got out of the car and rushed over from behind. Franklin pulled him out of the driver's seat and stuffed him into the back seat. among.
"Do you know what you are doing? You are killing yourself!"
Andre Sanchez didn't panic when he saw the two old blacks. He thought it was unlucky to meet a small character who wanted to rob, and said to Carl, "I'll give you a choice. Get out of the car immediately after seeing the ID in the inner pocket of my suit." Fuck off... I'll pretend none of this happened."
Old Mike didn't bother to talk to him, so he hit the back of his neck with the butt of his gun and knocked him out.
When Andre Sanchez woke up, he found that he was inside an unmanned building under construction. After moving his body, he found that he could move freely. Only his hands were simply tied together, and there were two materials from the construction site stacked in front of him. The box serves as a table.
In fact, he is familiar with every corner of New York. After seeing the Manhattan skyline outside, he can even use the familiar skyscrapers as reference coordinates to report the specific address of the building and the full name of the construction company!
This should be his territory, "Hehe, what do you want from me?" At the same time, he had already realized that the other party could not be a simple robber, so he asked the white man with a gun in front of him.
"McTownley, do you remember the name?"
The operation was very successful, and the old Mike didn't have to beat around the bush and went directly to the interrogation stage.
"I don't know what you're talking about...are you?"
Andre Sanchez narrowed his eyes. The old Mike who often appeared with APLUS was too familiar to him. Even with makeup on, as a trained FBI agent, he quickly identified the other party's identity.
But he didn't dare to scream, the black pharaoh attacked himself, the black pharaoh...
A chill spread from head to toe in an instant. The 17th richest man in the entire meter, APLUS, who once ordered Vic McGee to kill a fellow detective, dared to let his cronies come to New York to do it to him, which means he already knew I have been involved in the shooting, and I will never give myself a chance to spread the news.
"Mike Townley is not dead, where is he?" Old Mike asked half-deceitfully.
"I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about."
Andre Sanchez looked around while answering. A black man with tattoos all over his body was watching at the stairs. The other person couldn't see it and should be standing behind him.
Looks like it has a chance to run? His mind was running fast, thinking about it.
"Cooperate with us, you won't be treated badly." Old Mike motioned to Carl, and Carl brought a suitcase over, laid it flat on the wooden box that served as a table, and opened it.
A box full of 100-yuan bills, with his experience, he visually inspected it, and it was about 300,000 dollars.
"It's just a meeting ceremony." Old Mike said.
This amount of money is just a drizzle for countless rich people around the world. What is it, Andre Sanchez pretended to be confused by the money, and controlled his facial muscles to make a greedy expression, "What do you want to know?"
"Everything, the whereabouts of McTownley, how many other people were involved in that shooting, there will be a huge bonus for every name ... Andre," said Mike Sr.
"I don't know, I don't know if McTownley is dead or alive, really, I mean I know McTownley was one of the shooters, but I'm told he's dead."
Andre Sanchez replied: "As for the shooting, I don't even know who was involved..."
Just kidding, the black pharaoh was almost beaten to death and was in a coma for several months! If I really believed the other party's words and recruited, I guess my life would be over.
"Need I remind you? Your boss, Steve Case, your colleague, Dave Norton, Dave Norton is the one who claims to have killed McTownley."
Old Mike continued to press, "Do you need me to remind you more?"
"Then you should kidnap Steve, I'm just his subordinate, and I've never been involved in Chicago."
Andre Sanchez shook his head.
Old Mike didn't expect this guy to have a strict mouth, and pushed the suitcase full of green banknotes forward, "Don't play dumb, even if it's for the sake of money,"
"I really don't know... ah!"
It was already dawn, and Old Mike didn't have much patience. He winked at Franklin and began to use violence.
"Morning, APLUS."
"morning."
At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Yaren was already in the practice room of the symphony orchestra. ABC recorded the rehearsal of Requiem for a Dream by the conductor, which had already been broadcast, but it was not a finished product. Today, the orchestra will rehearse with the choir for the first time. The group members have arrived one after another, and Song Ya greets everyone who comes in.
"OK, one minute."
He is in a good mood today. He also watched the second speech of MJ’s 30th anniversary speech last night. At this concert, MJ finally performed the title single of the new album “Invincible”: You Rock My World, still the same old R&B and post-disco elements, didn't look like it could be popular, it wasn't trendy enough, and it wasn't good enough.
So he became more confident, looked at the wall clock on the wall to check the time, and raised his baton.
All musicians and choir members waited quietly. When the baton fell, the first rehearsal of the full version of Requiem for a Dream began.
"Ah... ah..."
The addition of vocals made the original impassioned pure music even more sacred. In addition to fighting against the shooting scene that flashed back in his mind from time to time, Song Ya felt very good, "Ka! Uh...stop, you! Be more decisive! I want When you come in, there is a storm and lightning effect!"
He gave a few words to the cymbal player and then made some small changes to the apocalypse, while bowing his head to record on the conductor's score.
"Don't make up names for me!"
New York, old Mike saw through Andre Sanchez's lie, "Be honest! Tell the truth now and save your life!"
"I really don't know! Help!"
Franklin and Carl were hugging one of Andre Sanchez's legs, hanging him upside down outside the floor, and his body would be smashed to pieces when he fell. His face was already swollen into a pig's head, and he was afraid for a long time. He shook his head and desperately called for help, but even in the daytime , the construction site is still deserted, "I'll say anything! Please! Don't leave me behind!"
Old Mike winked, and Franklin and Carl dragged him back.
"Huh...huh..." He sat on the concrete floor panting.
"Where is Mike Townley? What's his name? Who's behind you and Steve Case?" Old Mike pressed with a ferocious expression.
"Hahaha!"
Andre Sanchez suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed like crazy, "I don't know! I'm also looking into it! Steve Case hid McTownley very tightly. They didn't even join the witness protection program, and the information the FBI got was also McTownley has been sniped by Dave Norton!"
Old Mike was so angry that Franklin and Carl hung him out again.
"What I said is true! I am an undercover agent in the FBI! I was ordered to approach Steve Case to collect and investigate his corruption evidence!"
Andrea Sanchez, head on foot, yelled: "Trust me, I have absolutely no problem with APLUS!"
"Continue to make up..." Old Mike tilted his head, Franklin and Carl let go, let Andre Sanchez enjoy the free fall, and only caught his ankle at the last moment.
"No! What do you think!?"
Andre Sanchez was so frightened that he burst into tears, "Damn it... get around me, please... why do you think I can easily pass two FBI internal investigations? Do you think I don't want to know the whereabouts of McTownley? I'm also trying to find out! Why do you think McTownley is alive? Because he has Steve Case's irrefutable evidence of corruption as a talisman, and Steve Case dare not let him die!"
Old Mike mouthed WTF when he heard this, did he really catch people? I believed half of Andre Sanchez's confession, "Just say you know and find out."
"Mike Townley should be hiding in New York. Only Steve Case and Dave Norton know his new identity, but Steve Case is very alert and never deals with criminal suspects himself. Norton is helping him maintain a one-way connection!"
Andre Sanchez said very quickly: "But there is no need for them and McTownley to be in constant contact. I have thought of ways but have no clues!"
"Who is behind the shooting? Steve Case, a corrupt New York FBI, can't have that motivation!" Old Mike asked Franklin and Carl to pull him back again.
"I really do not know……"
"Say you know!"
"Tommy Motura."
"He participated, but he doesn't have the ability to command you!"
"I really don't know...please..."
Andre Sanchez's mental defenses are broken under torture, "Steve Case said Tommy Motura was an Italian whose brain was burned by the fire of revenge, I guess Motura recruited through Hollywood friends McTowley, it happened that McTowley planned to use fake death to wash his hands, so he hit it off with Steve Case, and they had known each other for a long time... They set up a middle game, Motura was betrayed, and McTowley also Successfully got rid of his accomplices, just as Steve Case wanted to fake death for McTorney, but also wanted APLUS's life."
"Behind the scenes with Steve Case..."
"Go catch him and ask yourself!" Andre Sanchez, who had a bruised nose and bloodstained body, mustered up his courage and roared after being wronged, "I know I told you earlier!"
Old Mike covered his forehead in disappointment, "Details, that means you know the details of the shooting incident."
"Before the shooting happened, I went to Chicago on the orders of Steve Case, and together with Dave Norton, who was then in the Chicago branch, worked out the escape route of McTownley's gang, mainly to select the ambush location where McTowley's accomplices were hunted down. , and then returned to New York. When I returned to Chicago, I was working with the local field team to support..."
Andre Sanchez finally confessed honestly.
"Wait, you are helping the FBI investigate Steve Case's corruption case. You should be on the side of justice, but why are you willing to cooperate with him to kill APLUS?" Franklin asked suddenly.
"The black police in Chicago paid by APLUS killed one of our colleagues. At least that's what Steve Case told me. We all want revenge. I really don't know who is behind the scenes. Only he knows, Dave Norton Don't even know."
Andre Sanchez said: "As far as I know, there are people from other law enforcement agencies who are cooperating with Steve Case, at least killing Motura's friends in Los Angeles. The Hollywood Eye must be his fellow traveler."
"How long have you been planning?"
The fog of the shooting incident was cleared, and the old Mike suddenly realized, but then he became more and more disappointed. The breakthrough he carefully selected turned out to be a marginal figure, and he also had another layer of identity as an undercover agent within the FBI... from a certain angle Said he couldn't be regarded as a damned person.
"At least four months, maybe longer, after 2PAC died in Las Vegas, Steve Case mentioned in a joking tone that he planned to disguise the death of APLUS as blood gang revenge, indicating that he already had A plan is formed."
Andre Sanchez replied, then looked up at the old Mike, "I can't live, can I?"
'Thump! thump thump thump! '
The Requiem for a Dream was played again to the end, and the progressive grand rhythm made the blood pumping. Song Ya, who was sweating on his forehead, raised his hand in satisfaction, grasped the beat and made a fist smartly, and the music stopped abruptly.
"OMG..."
At this time, Karl suddenly muttered to the edge of the floor, and the towering World Trade Center Twin Towers in the distance were billowing thick smoke.
"What's going on over there?" Franklin asked.
"Just now I saw something flying into the building." Karl replied.
Andre Sanchez didn't care about this, and took advantage of the distraction of the two old blacks to push Franklin away, and then ran to the stairs.
"FXXK!" Franklin dashed after him, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him back.
"Concentrate on me!"
Old Mike put down his raised hand and scolded them, then raised his gun to aim again, "Yes, you can't live Andre...Sorry, we can't take the risk of letting you go."
"FXXKYOU! FXXKYOU!"
Andre Sanchez was completely desperate, struggling to open his hematoma eyes, and yelled at the old Mike's gun: "Murder an FBI agent? Haha, you and your boss will be judged with justice sooner or later!"
"We won't let it happen again," old Mike replied.
"Are you worthy to talk about justice?" Franklin sneered.
"Shut up Nger! What kind of justice is involved in the death of a slave!?"
When a person is about to die, Andre Sanchez shows his true nature, "No matter how much money APLUS makes, it is almost killed by us like a dog!"
"You fucking..." Franklin punched again.
"Check his hands!" Old Mike shouted suddenly.
Franklin went to break Andre Sanchez's tightly clenched fist again, but he couldn't get it open, so Carl also came to help, "What a cunning white guy..." After the two strong men tried their best to get it open, they found that Andre Sanchez Sanchez quietly tore off a button on his shirt while pushing himself.
Old Mike pulled the trigger.
Andre Sanchez slumped on the ground like ooze, breathing heavily, suddenly...he started laughing wildly, and sang a song very hard at the moment when he was about to reach the end of his life, even using a classic worker song The tune of Solidarity Forever.
"My eyes have seen the glory of leveling the zoo."
"We baptized ourselves with Nger's blood and other bastards' blood."
"We want to overthrow the Jewish puppet government and bring down one Jew after another."
"The white man strode forward..."
'boom! '
"FXXK! Fuck you!" Furious, Franklin grabbed Old Mike's gun and pulled the trigger. The singing finally stopped.
"Clean it up, go get the cement." Old Mike glanced at the bloody hole between Andre Sanchez's eyebrows, and then at the smoking World Trade Center in the distance. "Something's not quite right today." Aftermath.
"Thump, thump, thump! Let's go through it again carefully!"
Song Ya cheered loudly, and the rehearsal was in full swing. Suddenly, the door of the practice room was knocked open by a muffler, "Alex! Alex!"
Why are you calling me by my nickname? There are so many people looking at it, it's true, Song Ya second black face, "This is a serious symphony..."
"Look... watch TV..."
are you hayden Forget it, there must be something urgent, Song Ya put down the baton and followed.
There are still many staff running around in the corridor outside to tell, "World Trade Center? What's the matter... Let me, please let me thank you... OMG!"
When he squeezed in front of the TV with countless people covering their mouths and eyes filled with tears, he happened to see the live broadcast of a plane crashing into the Twin Towers. It was already covered in smoke and flames. Could it be that he had already been hit?
Was it because the plane disappeared? He suddenly remembered the picture in the Apocalypse song Heart of the Empire MV, the Twin Towers were gone at that time.
It turned out to be today...
Song Ya was sluggish on the spot, and a song came to mind:
Agincourt to Waterloo
From the Battle of Poitiers to the Battle of Anjou
From the War of the Roses to the Hundred Years' War
Through the blood and tears of the battlefield
Battle of Bosworth to the Landings at Point Oak
Battle of Stalingrad and Siege of Cape York
To the bloody meadows of Gallipoli
unstoppable killing spree
From Bannockburn to Austerlitz
The Fall of France and the Blitz of Germany
world's most brutal atrocity
Europa's blood bears it all
The rebels have come to our land
In a Western world beset by panic
Where all wars originated
Europa, Europa
Finding a better future in our lifetime
in the name of kindness and encouragement
lead us to a higher calling
Battle of Leningrad and the Berlin Wall
The March on Rome and the Fall of Byzantium
The Blitz and the Dresden Nights
Drop a bomb, end this fight
Never again!
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