Chapter 320

"At that time, I don't care about too many people."

Old Mike was talking, when the flash flashed from the front, he slammed the steering wheel, and the car swung its tail into the entrance of the underground parking lot. Song Ya saw a few motorcycles just stopped in front of him, and the paparazzi hadn't had time to get out of the car , but the camera in hand has started to work crazily.

Tony, Muffler and others stood guard near the parking space. As soon as Old Mike's car stopped, they opened the rear door, surrounded the two of them, and rushed into the elevator.

"Those bastards in Harlem!" Tony saw the wooden thorn on Song Ya's back shoulder, his eyes flushed with anger, "I really want to shoot and kill them, they first attacked Little Lowry, and then started to deal with you... .”

"Don't guess, Tony."

Song Ya knew that his concern for him was sincere, but he couldn't let him think about it, "This matter today has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, I still feel that my elder brother may be an unstable factor in the current situation, "Well, you go back to Chicago immediately and help me bring a message to Old Joe."

"I have to be by your side to protect you at times like this!" Tony yelled.

"This matter is more important!"

The elevator stopped, "ii, you go in first." He sent the others away, "You go right away, and when you see Old Joe, tell me that I went to that nightclub to find Mariah Carey, and the one in Harlem People have nothing to do with it, and tell him I don't have to worry about it. Remember?"

"Just one sentence?"

"Well, he'll understand."

Song Ya is now most afraid of the misunderstanding between Big Daddy Kenneth and the others, and the gd boy who did it must know that he recognized him at the time. He must convince Big Boss Kenneth that he will not Help the police identify the suspect, if the kid can run away, "You go now, the cash is under the bed in my bedroom, you know."

"Then be careful, Alex."

Tony got the assignment and went to concentrate on his work.

Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. Taraji was already waiting at the door with a black doctor.

"No big problem." The doctor helped to check the wounds on his back and legs, "Just a simple treatment, come here."

"Thank goodness." Taraji crossed himself.

"Let Goodman, Hamlin, and Hayden all come over."

Song Ya was helped by the doctor to sit on the sofa, "There are also Yeremov and Eli, I need their public relations skills now."

"It's already set off." Taraji turned up the volume of the TV. "Fergie, there are still many people calling to ask if they are safe, and I will answer them all."

"Um."

'Update the latest news from the police. The shooting at the nightclub in Harlem has killed three people on the spot and sent 22 people to the hospital. This is the 1,500th murder case in New York this year. In the first eight months, New York has already occurred There was a shooting...'

"Help him take off his clothes, raise your hand, aps." The doctor gave an injection next to the wooden thorn, and together with Taraji helped Song Ya take off his shirt, "Lie down, face down." Then began Treat the wound.

"What is this?" Taraji pressed the bruise on Song Ya's back.

"hiss……"

Song Ya gritted her teeth in pain, "I was hit by a heavy object, are you okay?" There was no feeling on the wooden thorn.

"It's okay." The doctor took off the wooden splinter, put on a small headlamp like that used in surgery, and began to clean the wound neatly.

"She's safe." Mariah Carey came out of the study and sat beside Song Ya quietly watching the doctor operate.

"That's good, Miss Kelly also sprained her ankle," Song Ya said.

"Well, wait a minute." The doctor was so focused that no one interrupted him.

A spokesman for Sony Columbia Records confirmed that aps and Miss Mariah Carey were indeed in the nightclub when the shooting occurred, but they had nothing to do with the shooting and have returned home safely.

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The only sound left in the room was the news anchor's announcement on the TV, and the ringing phone in Taraji's hand, "According to the latest news, two injured people died in the hospital, and the current death toll in the nightclub shooting in Harlem Has climbed to five people. Please wait, okay, our reporter just learned that Uptown Records has confirmed that one of the five deceased is a signed singer of Uptown Records, a member of the famous group jodeci, k-ci, and our station will continue to follow up and report on the follow-up news. '

"Oh! My God!" Mariah Carey covered her mouth in horror as she looked at the picture of K-ci on the TV screen.

Song Ya buried her face in the sofa and gritted her teeth secretly.

"Okay." The doctor took out the bandage, "help me."

"Let me do it." Mariah Carey took the bandage before Taraji and carefully helped to bandage it.

The doctor glanced at her in surprise, but said nothing, and began to press around the bruise on Song Ya's back for diagnosis.

Taraji simply let go and concentrate on handling calls from various people.

"A reporter set up a telephoto camera on the tall building opposite. I have already locked the door to the rooftop. Don't show up there for now."

Old Mike came over with binoculars.

"Take a break too, old Mike worked hard today." Song Ya said.

"I'll change my clothes." Old Mike picked up his coat and walked into his bedroom.

"Okay." The doctor applied some medicine to the bruise, and then went to write a prescription, "Take it on time." He handed the list to Song Ya who was sitting up.

Some simple pain relievers and anti-inflammatory drugs for internal and external use, Song Ya was completely relieved, "Thank you, and Miss Kelly's..."

"I know, Miss Kelly, please put your feet..."

"Okay, wait, I'll be right away." Mariah Carey helped Song Ya bandage up, also tied a beautiful knot, and patted her proudly, then lifted her legs and put them on the sofa.

"Did nas call?"

Song Ya led Taraji to the study.

"Yeah." Taraji called Nas.

K-ci died, and the subsequent development of this incident has a great hidden danger to my personal safety. At that time, everyone in the nightclub heard that he issued a "death threat" to k-ci. I know I can't take it seriously, but I am cashing in on the spot! In addition to the relationship between myself and gd, I really can't tell why I jumped into the Hudson River.

Moreover, even if Puff Daddy and the others don't think they are the killers ordered by themselves, those punks in Harlem can't tell the difference. It's no surprise that k-ci's famed Lengtouqing brought a gun to find him.

"Nas, yes, I'm fine."

Now he must have an intermediary who can calmly communicate with Puff Daddy, nas is very suitable, "Are you going there tomorrow? With whom? Is it Raki? It's just right, give Puff Daddy a message for me..."

'According to the police and witnesses, one of the suspects in the shooting died at the scene...'

After the phone call, a coded corpse was being released on the TV, and the picture next to it was the driver's license of that boy GD's partner, and the camera also showed a close-up of the gd flowered turban on the corpse's head, fortunately they had some brains, Not wearing the exclusive hood of Hell's Bobtail, 'It is rumored that this case is related to a series of grievances between Chicago singer Lowry Jr. and Uptown record producer Puff Daddy...'

The accompanying picture changed to a juxtaposed headshot of Little Lowry and Puff Daddy, and then turned to outside the nightclub, where a coded black man was being interviewed, "For Lowry! That's what the man yelled before he shot, We all heard that..."

"For Lowry, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, those hip-hop singers were on stage at the time, and the aps were singing..."

The screen was cut, "Okay, the above is the live report." The host began to broadcast the next news.

"When it comes to you, basically all the TV media are silent." Taraji said in a low voice.

Fortunately, Motura acted very quickly, but that was just the TV media, and those small radio DJs would not care about it, especially the DJs in Harlem.

"Let the company's publicity department always pay attention to the er radio stations in New York, especially the small and medium-sized black music stations in the middle of the night."

Seeing the doctor coming to say goodbye with a bag, Song Ya smiled and shook hands with him, and delivered it to the door in person.

"ii, what's wrong with you?"

When I came back, I saw Mariah Carey curled up on the sofa, wiping tears with a tissue.

"I'm really scared now. I almost killed you just now." She cried and said, "You went there because of me."

"Hmph, are you sober?"

Seeing her guilty appearance without any diva attitude, Song Ya smiled, "Like going to nightclubs and drinking? Bad girl."

"Hateful, I went to socialize to collect songs." She immediately defended herself.

"It seems that the lesson for you this time is not deep enough." Song Ya went to help her up, "Are your feet okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a sprain."

"Come here, let me check for you again."

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