Chapter 434 Caught

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"APLUS?"

The lyrics of this pop song called BeWhatYouWannaBe are slightly slobbery, but very inspirational, and the melody and arrangement are also great, 'Doctor, actor, lawyer, or singer, why not the Grand Commander? Be a dreamer, you can be whoever you want to be..."

Coincidentally, StepUp, the theme song of my life, was taken away by Mariah Carey. This song can be added. It has a higher intention than StepUp's love song, and can better sublimate the inspirational plot of the movie, "Well... At the end of the credits, when the credits come out, it's just right."

"APLUS!?" He was thinking happily, but was called back to his senses by Michelle's husband, "Why are you so dumbfounded all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, I was a little inspired just now, when I heard your remarks about the commander-in-chief." Song Yaxin said that this guy can also give Tianqi, it seems that I will play more games with him in the future?

"Haha..." He smiled and looked towards the court, "Forget about it, it was just a joke."

Song Ya said: "When I first entered the music circle, I occasionally heard someone say that the reason why the White House is called the White House..."

"It's not just because it's painted white." Michelle's husband answered the second half of the sentence, "This sentence is a bit old."

"There is still a ceiling?" Song Ya asked: "Of course Dingkins has been the mayor of New York for almost four years, but he may not even be able to be re-elected once. Except for blacks and Hispanics, all other ethnic groups don't like him. .”

"Hey! Let's stop talking about this at the gym."

Michelle's husband clapped his hands and stood up, "Michelle is more interested in these things. Aren't you going to meet her in South Africa? You can talk more, have a rest?"

"I won't fight anymore, those guys are trying their best to perform as soon as I'm on the court." Song Ya smiled wryly.

"bring it on."

"No, there's a camera over there." Song Ya declined.

"Come on! Don't be reserved!"

"Uh..." Just as his heart was loosening, Old Mike came to the rescue with his mobile phone, "APLUS, Vic."

"Vic?"

Song Ya confessed to him, and followed the old Mike to a secluded place in the gymnasium, "Did he catch someone?"

"Caught it." Old Mike replied.

"Call the police, everything is going according to plan?"

"They're not going to screw it up."

"Give me the phone." Song Ya dialed Mariah Carey, "Mimi, did the police come just now?"

"No! I was rehearsing at the headquarters, and I just got the call!"

Mariah Carey was panicked, and she lowered her voice like a thief, "What should I say during the transcript!? They're coming soon!"

"According to what we discussed, remember? You don't know, you are a victim, there is nothing to be afraid of." Song Ya said: "It is not convenient to say on the phone, I will go to New York right away."

"Okay." She hung up the phone.

"Old Mike, let's go! Call Goodman."

It happened to be a holiday, and Song Ya led the people to New York in a hurry, "Boy, what do you say? We won't miss it!"

They met Vic in the hotel room they had agreed upon, a bald man chewing gum, pulling up his trouser belt triumphantly, and yelling, "Three guys, ha! One of them is the official maintenance of the American Telegraph and Telephone Company." Personnel! They swaggered over during the day, and we didn't even miss the lookouts!"

"Did you call the police?" Song Ya carefully glanced at his two teammates wandering in the suite, closed the door, and confirmed again.

"Our colleagues in New York came very quickly, and we handed over all the relevant evidence and people." Vick replied, "We took all the transcripts and left Sean in Tribeca to cooperate with them in handling the case."

"As planned?"

"Yes, according to the plan! Are you annoying, who am I? Haha!" He patted Song Ya's arm, "Put your heart in your stomach, we did it cleanly and neatly!"

"Is the monitoring thing not exposed?" Song Ya was still worried.

"No." Vic pulled out a videotape from behind his back.

"let us see."

Song Ya asked the old Mike to put the video tape into the video recorder, because it was daytime, the surveillance screen was very bright, and it was facing the weak electric well where the bugging device was hidden.

"We thought they were coming at night, so we adjusted the ISO," Vic explained.

There is no big problem, the time in the corner of the screen quickly reached past twelve noon, a young white man in the uniform of the Telegraph and Telephone Company, and a middle-aged white man in an old-fashioned top hat walked to the front of the weak electric well, and the uniformed man began to dismantle it. Equipment, the man in the top hat helped look around.

"There was another person at the top of the stairs, who was also a lookout. The picture was not captured, but we still caught him." Vic added.

No one passing by disturbed them. When the man in uniform took out the large tape recorder and batteries and handed them to the man in the top hat, the four of them, Vic, appeared on one side of the screen. Vic and Sean rushed over like wild boars. The man was pinned against the wall, and the other two white men who rushed to the corridor and caught another lookout.

"I yelled, officer!" Vic explained. "They figured it out right away, these guys were prepared to get their hands on the booty and immediately yelled that they wouldn't say anything until they saw a lawyer."

At this time, a cleaning handyman came over after hearing the sound, and the building manager soon came, and he called the police.

The New York police officers arrived at the scene soon, and Vic chatted with them, and handed over all the evidence and people by the way. After all, they were being suspended, and this was New York.

It was really neat and tidy, and this guy, Vik, pretended to help escort the three suspects in a close range under the hidden surveillance to make up for the blurring of the faces caused by the lens sensitivity.

The two middle-aged white men who look out for the wind have Italian characteristics in appearance and clothes. Song Ya feels complicated after seeing it. On the one hand, this proves that people and things are arranged by Motura, but on the other hand, it also shows that he can indeed Instigated Italians in New York to help with swearing, thinking of the rumors that he had friendship with the Mafia...

"You don't intend to hand this over to the police, right?" Vic asked, nodding towards the video recorder.

"Yes, after all, it is difficult to explain why we have to deploy surveillance in advance."

The police pushed the three suspects away, and Vic and others followed suit. Only two female cleaning ladies were left pointing at the weak electric well. It can be used for self-protection."

"Anyway, we have done what we should do." Vic said indifferently.

"Why did you come to New York?"

"We came to that building to prove our innocence and track down the case of the loss of Chicago money." Vic raised his chin, "Then we're going back now? Sean will stay for an extra day or two to see if the New York police case-handling efficiency.”

"he……"

"We are police officers, don't worry, Sean knows what he should say." Vic said impatiently: "You were still drinking milk when we were catching criminals on the streets of Chicago!"

After exchanging glances with Old Mike, Song Ya nodded, "Okay, thanks, Vic."

Vic narrowed his eyes and approached, "Stay away from my daughter!"

"Cassidy has already set off for South Africa. There is a youth exchange program there, which can add points to her resume." Song Ya said: "She wants to apply for a full scholarship to the University of Chicago instead, but that's not the case. It is too difficult to get special scholarships for the families of police officers and firefighters, so I have already transferred all your compensation to a special account to pay for her college tuition."

Vic nodded, didn't speak any more, turned around and opened the door, packed up with his teammates and left the hotel.