Chapter 319 Escape

Gunshots, followed by gunshots from different directions, the screams and shouts of the crowd, messy footsteps, and the sound of glass breaking filled Song Ya's ears. r?a??nw?en??????????a`???

Because of the adrenaline, he was highly concentrated, and his arms subconsciously protected the heads of the two.

"Ah!" Mariah Carey under him was frightened into a dolphin sound. The goal was too obvious, so he had to cover her mouth roughly again.

Small objects kept hitting his back, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his back shoulder. He guessed that he had been shot. He just turned his head to observe the wound, but saw a speaker hanging on the wall hit head-on, so he tensed his back muscles quickly. ,'Um! ’ Fortunately, the speakers were not big, so he let out a muffled groan.

Suddenly, the shoulders of the clothes were grabbed by a pair of hands, and the other party pulled him in one direction with great force.

"Try hard together, you are too heavy!" It was the voice of old Mike.

"You pull her." Song Ya let go of Mariah Carey, and the old Mike pulled her over, and suddenly she disappeared, and she fell under a step behind the side of the small stage.

With no one under him, Song Ya was free in an instant, and crawled to keep up with her elbows, and soon fell down.

"Are you okay?" Mariah Carey cried and threw herself into her arms.

"I, it's okay, Mike." Song Ya showed the back shoulder to the old Mike.

"It's okay, it's a wooden thorn."

Old Mike checked, "My weapon is left at the door, we have to get out of here immediately, follow me, bend down, hurry up!"

He turned to lead the way, and Song Ya bent down to protect Mariah Carey and followed Old Mike. The route he chose should be safe, and many people flocked in that direction like frightened animals.

"start running."

In fact, everything happened very quickly, and the gunshots had become sporadic. It turned out that the farther away, the direction of the stage suddenly became silent, and some men who ran in front were not so panicked. They began to slow down and turned their heads frequently. , Song Yaxin is not that big, pulling Mariah Carey to follow Old Mike closely.

"Ah!" Mariah Carey sprained her ankle and lost one of her high heels.

Song Ya had no choice but to turn around and hug her from the bend of her legs, walk through a door, then the aisle, and then come out to the street.

"A lot of people."

There were many spectators standing on the opposite side of the street. Old Mike opened half of his coat. Song Ya bent down again and hid his and Maria's faces behind Old Mike's opened clothes. The three of them moved along the wall to a behind a hidden corner.

He and the old Mike looked around the corner, and there were already police lights flashing, and there seemed to be white light from the flashlight.

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief, being photographed by reporters is nothing, the most important thing is to confirm safety.

He lowered his head and found that Mariah Carey was looking at him with sparkling eyes. After meeting his eyes, he raised his head and kissed himself on the face, "I'm going to put you down, it's safer over there, but reporter."

"No, I want you to hold me." She acted like a baby, her mouth full of alcohol.

Song Ya took off her remaining high-heeled shoe and let go of her hand, "Oh! You! There is water on the ground!" After she got off the ground, she lost her temper and habitually hit Song Ya's arm with her outstretched hand.

"Oh!" Song Ya cried out now, the wooden thorn was still stuck on his back shoulder!

"You're hurt!" She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, is it okay?" She reached for the wooden thorn, wanted to touch it but dared not, so distressed that she cried.

Song Ya rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to press her against the wall and spank her.

"Are you going or not?" Old Mike spoke.

Only then did the two realize that he had taken off his coat and was looking at them helplessly.

Half a minute later, Song Ya and she covered their heads with their coats, followed Old Mike side by side at a normal walking speed, and turned the corner, seemingly without attracting the attention of the reporters.

Old Mike opened the rear door of the car parked on the street, and the two got in immediately.

Old Mike started the car and disappeared into the Harlem night.

"Don't touch that thorn." Old Mike threw a small first-aid kit while driving, "First check if there are any other wounds, and use the bandage inside to stop the bleeding."

Song Ya checked the rest of her body. There was still a long wound on her leg that was cut by glass, and she was not bleeding. She was so nervous at the time that she didn't feel it at all. "Are you okay, Mimi." Song Ya checked her body carefully again, um, she was unharmed, except for a sprained ankle.

"It really freaked me out just now."

Mariah Carey opened the first aid kit very quickly this time, took out the bandage and unwrapped it skillfully, "Put the leg up." She patted her thigh, and Song Ya put her leg on it, and she began to bandage the wound.

"You are very professional." Song Ya teased.

"If I don't become a singer, I might become a nurse." She also became proud.

"How is your ankle? Does it still hurt?" It was quickly bandaged, and she tied a beautiful knot, and Song Ya served her.

"Somewhat."

Song Ya rubbed her gently for her, "You really have a way with women, you are manly and gentle." She leaned comfortably on the back of the chair and watched Song Ya Shiwei.

"I'm not doing it for you, I'm thinking about the insurance company, so that they won't pay you a lot of money for these legs." Song Ya joked.

"Hate." She raised her other leg and gave Song Ya a hoof.

"I hate it? Do you dare to go to that kind of place in the future? Huh?"

"not going."

"Really not going?"

"real."

"No, I want to have a long memory for you."

"What are you doing? Don't, hahaha, I'm ticklish!"

"Taraji, tell the doctor to wait for us in Tribeca, it's okay...it's nothing, just wait." Old Mike interrupted the laughter of the two.

"Tribeca is a little far away, isn't it?" Song Ya checked the scary wooden thorns on her back shoulder again.

"You're not that fragile." Old Mike said, "If you're not afraid of being on the news, go to the hospital on the street."

"All right."

Song Ya was reminded by him, and she returned to calmness in an instant, "I will be in trouble if there is surveillance in the nightclub."

He clearly remembered that he dropped the microphone to dodge before that kid from gd took out his gun. If he was seen by the police, no, even if he was seen by Puff Daddy, he would be in great danger. Singing cruel words like 'Pierce K-CI's head with a 30 caliber', I didn't expect to meet the GD gunman who avenged Little Lowry and started killing...

What the hell is a gunman I've seen before, that kid must not be caught by the police or Puff Daddy.

By the way, I don't know if Puff Daddy is dead or alive... He felt that the first shot was aimed at Puff Daddy.

But gd even used automatic weapons, the nightclub is so crowded, it is estimated that the casualties will definitely not be small.

"The nightclubs in that kind of place generally don't have surveillance inside, at least they claim to have none, or the video is definitely broken when they need to watch it. Of course, some shop owners will keep a copy for themselves, but generally they will not be leaked to the police. "Old Mike replied.

"It's better not to." Song Ya can only hope so.

The car was driving steadily on the road, and the old Mike turned on the radio, "Breaking news, a shooting incident occurred in a nightclub in Harlem. The order has been controlled by the police, but the casualties are not yet known. According to witnesses at the scene, there was a shooting incident. There are many well-known singers gathered in the nightclub, in addition to aplus, there is also the combination of Mary Blige and jodeci..."

"I didn't mention your name." Song Ya was a little surprised.

"Miss Kelly didn't appear in the eyes of most people." Old Mike said.

After thinking about it, Song Ya still called Motura, "Mr. Motura, we may need the fastest public relations in advance... Well, Miss Kelly is fine, she is by my side."

He handed the phone to Mariah Carey, and the atmosphere between the two became a little tense.

She answered the phone, "Tommy, I'm fine, uh, I sprained my ankle and will go home with aplus, his doctor is already waiting... um, ok."

"Huh?" She hung up the phone and suddenly remembered, "We seem to have forgotten someone."

"Where's your assistant?" Song Ya just remembered.