Chapter 343 Something Is Wrong

A small adjustment to end the busy break, apart from maintaining singing and dancing standards, Song Ya's main concern is the general election.

"Is it about to start?"

He came to the study room ahead of schedule. Goodman and Hamlin were all present, and it was full of people.

'Dantrey Davis was only seven years old this year. On an ordinary morning, he was walking with his mother on his way to school. When he passed outside the Cabrini public housing area, he was unfortunately shot and ended his short life. The police quickly arrested the suspect Anthony Garrett, the bullet came from the tenth floor unit where he lived...’

The TV is still broadcasting today’s very hot shooting case. A seven-year-old boy was shot by a gang sniper hiding in the building on his way to school. The powerful bullets of the sniper rifle made the boy’s death very miserable. This news today It's very hot in Chicago.

"Why are you still broadcasting this? It's been broadcasting for a whole day."

Song Ya was a little unhappy. Her brother-in-law Tai Lun almost died in the same scene, but the media did not give him the same treatment, and the police were not active this time. That matter is still an unsolved case.

"It's time to clean up Nancheng."

Looking at the crowd protesting on the street holding the photo of the little boy in the picture, Hayden said: "Fortunately, you moved out of APLUS, and now this kind of thing has become a daily routine there."

"The place where I used to live was better than the public housing area." Song Ya said.

"Old Joe." Taraji handed over the phone.

"Hey, Old Qiao, don't say what is inconvenient to say on the phone." Song Ya walked to the bedroom while chatting.

"Oh, no."

Old Joe was cheerful, "I heard you're planning a birthday party? Over there in Highland Park?"

"Yeah, I know it all. Fergie is doing it. I didn't ask anything. She said she would give me a surprise." Song Ya replied.

"It's like this, can you lend me the party venue for a day? After your party, I'm planning to hold a celebration there to celebrate the 500,000 sales of TANK's first album, which is the gold record. Nancheng is too chaotic, and I'm afraid there will be Accident."

It seems that there is such a mess over there now that even Old Joe doesn't dare to hold a big party.

"Half a million? Have you obtained RIAA certification?" Song Ya was a little surprised,

It is not easy to rely on Lao Qiao's way of publicizing and distributing this sales volume.

"Fucking RIAA, I'll certify myself!" Old Joe scolded, "Most of what I sell are cassettes, and my own people also buy a little more. You also have a share of this income. That day I'll settle the bill with you and get your accountant ready."

Well, it turned out to be called 500,000, "Okay." Song Ya agreed, "But I said in advance that no poison, guns, or anyone else will appear. Today's incident was a big one, and it is of great importance to us." Does it affect?"

"The little boy?"

Old Qiao didn't care too much, "It's also GD's territory, but with... ahem, I don't have friendship with them. The gunman has a brain problem, and he even tried the gun on a passer-by. The local gang had to hand him over..."

"Testing a gun? I read the news that it was a stray bullet manslaughter."

Song Ya was shocked by the cold-bloodedness of the gunman, and tried the gun with a child... How crazy to do it.

"This is the only way to confess, otherwise he will die faster." Old Joe said: "How can there be gang members on the street early in the morning, they are all sleeping at home, and the hostile gangs will not go to Cabrini Park Looking for death near the housing estate, anyway, I think so, after all, I don't understand the situation."

"Okay." Old Joe was still reliable.

"So it's settled, huh?"

"no problem."

Since it had nothing to do with Hell Bobtail, Song Ya completely let go of her worries. The matter of Nancheng has long been far away from her. When the time comes, she will come forward to express her condolences with other stars, and just donate some money to his family for condolences.

The second round of the general election debate started on time, and Gore's performance was perfect. Every time he finished his speech, the people in the study would applaud and cheer like fans.

"Is the opponent too stupid?"

After watching this debate, Song Ya's entangled mood was calmed down a lot. The current deputy commander of the Xiang party feels very mediocre, and what he said is all official formulas. The third-party deputy commander candidate is the most funny. Mr. Jiang wears a hearing aid and often misses the host's questions, which makes people feel a little demented.

"Gore is young, energetic, and has been a senator for a long time. In fact, he is not necessarily worse than the romantic governor when he came forward to elect the governor." Hamlin explained.

"Looks like we made the right bet, Yeremov, let's prepare for tomorrow's press conference."

Song Ya ordered, "By the way, add today's hot news in front of the speech, mourning for that little boy or something."

"I understand." Yeremov revised the speech on the spot, carefully crafted it with everyone until no one could find faults, and then faxed it to Gore's campaign office, and it was officially completed after obtaining approval.

"I will be shocked by the tragedy that happened in the public housing estate yesterday..."

The next day, Song Ya started his speech in a small news conference room of the local TV station. He first made some statements about the death of the little boy, and then focused a large section on supporting Gore's political views, "Mr. Gore yesterday Encouraged by his remarks in the public debate, I very much agree with his plan to revitalize the information industry and think that…”

At the end of the speech, none of the reporters present asked questions. Yeremov had already taken care of him in advance, so he would not answer questions today.

"It seems that the seat is not full."

Leaving the TV station, Song Ya was a little dissatisfied with the effect of this speech, "The talk show on the TV station just now, the host kept bringing the topic to that little boy."

"It seems that the national media has broadcast the news, and the local media has been discussing it non-stop. Chicago is the donkey party's vote. If there is such a bad public security incident at a critical time in the general election, people will be chasing after it."

Yeremov defended himself, "Anyway, Mr. Gore's campaign office is very satisfied, and he specially called to express his thanks."

"That's good."

As the convoy was driving on the road, Song Ya pursed her lips, feeling a little as if something was missing, "Is there something wrong? Yeremov, I always feel that something is missing."

"It stands to reason that you are so strong, after the speech, someone from the local donkey party will call you to chat. I communicated with them in advance about the content of your speech today."

Yeremov asked Taraji in the front row for a mobile phone, "There is power, and the signal is full." He simply called. Michelle and Claire were assistants on the phone, and they were told that they were busy. The mayor's office and the state's attorney's office also asked nothing.

Abnormal, too abnormal, Song Ya frowned, thinking quickly.

When the car stopped downstairs in Hyde Park, "You go up first." He sent Yeremov and Taraji away, "Old Mike, do you feel something is wrong?"

Old Mike put his hands on the steering wheel and pursed his lips for a while, thinking, "The big man is not free, so just ask the front-line police officers."

Song Ya remembered one thing, "Cassidy once said that his father will be very busy this month, so busy that he can't even contact his family. Vic is a police detective of the stormtroopers, not a special police officer, so he usually doesn't come out here. Some kind of secret mission?"

"I'll find a way to find out." Old Mike opened the door and got out of the car.

"It's done tonight." Song Ya left the sentence before going upstairs.

Late at night, Old Mike's Chrysler Fifth Avenue slowly drove out of the garage.

After going around, the car stopped at a gas station. Old Mike touched the fake beard on his mouth, put on the old-fashioned top hat he had prepared, lowered the brim of the hat, and got into a public phone booth outside the gas station.

After he came back, he continued to drive in silence, and finally stopped outside a police station in Nancheng.

Staying quietly until four o'clock in the morning, Vic McGee and three of his men walked out of the gate of the police station, huddled together in the cold wind and smoked and chatted, "I'll put the water on." He said after smoking a cigarette.

"Don't let the chief see, Vic." His men laughed.

Vic McGee returned a middle finger, adjusted the body armor under the jacket, swaggered around to the back of the car, and unzipped the car tires.

Old Mike rolled his eyes and rolled down the car window, "He feels something is wrong, is there anything we don't know?"

"That kid's nose is really good."

Vic kept looking in the direction of the police station, and laughed a few times with a hoarse voice, "Just let him stay at home obediently, no one will deal with him."

Dear, click to enter and give a good review. The higher the score, the faster the update. It is said that those who gave the new full score found a beautiful wife in the end! The new version of the mobile station upgrade address:, data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, no ads Fresh reading!