Chapter 544 The Gunshots in the Public Housing District

Three cars left Highland Park, followed by a group of 'tails'. A paparazzi, carrying a camera, stood up on the back seat of the motorcycle desperately, and chased to the parallel position of the bulletproof Mercedes in the middle, facing the black hole. Shot in the car window.

"The APLUS group left Highland Park and drove to O'Hare International Airport. Maybe he plans to go to Dublin to see his son?"

A live report from a local gossip station was playing in the car. "Doesn't he have a private jet?" asked one guest.

"I don't think Mariah Carey will let him use the private jet they share for this purpose." The host smirked.

"Change the channel, Mike." Song Ya couldn't listen anymore.

Old Mike changed the channel casually.

"My brother is still too young, don't believe me when I tell you, I have told APLUS countless times, I said you must be careful of those women with malicious intentions, they will even poke holes in the jacket behind your back , just to conceive a celebrity child, and then blackmail you for 18 years of high child support and turn around to raise a little boy... I will accept interviews from time to time, run an announcement, and they can be consumed by them in a different way after sleeping For more than ten years, there are many routines, and I can't finish it in three days and three nights. That poor little baby might be beaten by Xue Linfen's new boyfriend since she was a child, really, it is no exaggeration... I have experienced it."

Big A is heartbroken for herself, cursing Xue Linfen and those routine star women.

"Will it?" Big A is indeed someone who has been here. If it weren't for the support of the two children after the divorce, Song Ya wouldn't be in a hurry to rent out the small radio station to herself. Song Ya couldn't help but start to worry about Little Robb. "Will she really be beaten by her new boyfriend?" he asked Linda.

"Looking at the person, it's not my own. It must be close." Linda replied.

"Call Big A." Song Ya ordered.

"Al, take the place, I'll take the call," Big A said on the radio.

"Be careful what you say! Don't provoke Robb's mother now!" Song Ya scolded him: "Jing M-Fxxk is not helping me!"

"Oh, oh, I see..." Big A hung up the phone obediently.

"Ha! I'm back, listeners! Let's get back to it, you NGers are just jealous, jealous that my brother can sleep with the prettiest white girl..."

"..."

Song Ya supported her forehead, "Change another channel, Mike."

Old Mike ignored him, turned on the walkie-talkie, "Right now." Then he swung the steering wheel, and the three cars suddenly turned into a side road at the same time.

"APLUS wants to dump us!"

The paparazzi also yelled on the radio channel they communicated with. Some cars behind did not react and drove straight down, but most motorcycles still followed flexibly, leaving black arcs on the road near the fork. brake marks.

The convoy drove through block after block and into a parking building.

Before the paparazzi came in, the old Mike protected Song Ya and got into the dilapidated Chrysler Fifth Avenue where he had parked in advance at the fastest speed, and then waited for the other bodyguards to drive the three cars out to take away all the paparazzi. After observing for another ten minutes, he drove out of the parking lot and headed to the prison where Old Joe was serving his sentence.

Song Ya's mind can finally be quiet for a while. According to the traditional concept of Chinese Americans, he must provide Robb with a good life. He can't do it like his cousin Connie, who gave his own son to the homeless family to raise...

Eli and the others have already started crisis public relations, and now it seems that the negative impact on themselves is not as great as imagined. Americans are becoming more and more open about pre-marriage concepts. This kind of thing is perfectly normal, especially for celebrity groups.

In the impression of the American media, I and Xue Linfen belong to two people who can't get along with each other. An African-American hip-hop singer and a second-tier actress known for her beautiful face in old Hollywood. Their discussions are also in the same direction as Big A. It is not good for Xue Linfen, because it is obvious that she has just been promoted to a billionaire at the beginning of the year, and Xue Linfen's several films in recent years have suffered disastrous box office failures, except for "a basket of adultery".

And A Basket of Adultery is just a follow-up film of spoof instinct.

She is getting more and more out of date and has disappeared since last year, she is also older and has the motivation to have a baby.

Because of this, the media was very interested in how the two got together, and Charlize Theron, the skinny former attendant, took the opportunity to earn a lot of advertising fees.

The three most popular star couples in the United States are Johnny Depp and Kate Moss, MJ and Elvis Presley's daughter Lisa Presley, and Mariah Carey. Therefore, a media outlet made a character relationship table, revealing the relationship between Xue Linfen and Johnny Depp in the early years.

All kinds of messy interpretations made this matter more and more popular, and made several indirect parties very satisfied. The vice president of Dow called again yesterday to "praise" himself, and Universal Pictures also took the opportunity to "praise" himself. Dancing out of my life movie is linked with this gossip news for pre-publicity, completely free eyeballs, not attracting white or not.

In short, this matter is not a big mistake for men as long as they are not married. The pressure is mainly on the woman's side, including Xue Linfen and Mariah Carey, who have to bear countless gossips.

Song Ya feels deeply guilty. The price of just looking for a momentary pleasure is very uncontrollable. Fortunately, Mariah Carey has no plans to cancel the engagement ceremony for the time being. When this matter is thoroughly clarified and handled properly, she still has to go to New York to plead guilty , should be able to save this relationship, and it can't let the marriage fail...

When the destination arrived, Old Mike parked the car on the side of the road opposite the prison. This place is relatively remote, but because it is a prison, the door is very empty. Except for a bus stop not far away, there are generally no cars nearby. Stay, so the lonely Fifth Avenue is quite eye-catching.

Fortunately, Peter Flock's network in the law enforcement agencies is very large, and the management staff of this prison didn't mind doing a little harmless favor, and they released Old Joe on time.

Old Joe was dressed very neatly and formally today, with a bright pocket square in the jacket pocket of his white suit, and a leather luggage bag in his hand. He turned around and chatted with a few prison guards with a smile, and then walked out of the prison gate. He looked up at the sky for a long time.

Old Mike didn't bother him, and he honked the horn when he collected his mood and started to look around.

Old Qiao smiled and waved to this side, and stepped across the road.

"Are you ready for the money to acquire the copyright of Lao Qiao's music songs?" Song Ya remembered at this time that he had promised Lao Qiao to buy the second-hand store and the copyright of songs such as SaaMagni. There are too many things.

"You haven't formally discussed the price, but I think you have enough money." Linda replied.

"That's good."

Except for two million to take 5% of the shares of Mark Anderson's new Mosaic browser company, Song Ya has not made any investment since 1994 and has not earned much. Paying taxes, paying the money to buy a private jet with Mariah Carey, the engagement ring, and organizing the engagement ceremony. After all the miscellaneous things, he still has 30 million working capital, and he should buy the copyright of the old songs of Old Joe Music. It doesn't cost much.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up, little Aplus." Old Joe opened the door of the back seat and sat in.

"Sorry, Joe, it's inconvenient for me to be photographed at the gate of the prison." Song Ya hugged him warmly, "But I prepared a celebration party for you at night, and it's all my own."

"Thank you." Old Qiao's health was much better than before he was imprisoned, his arms were very strong, tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, and his tone was choked up.

"Go directly to me? Or go back to Old Qiao Music first." Song Ya asked, patting him on the back.

"Let's go to your place first, Barron will go too, right?" Old Joe asked.

"Of course, you don't want to get rid of him until you pay off the lawyer's fees." Song Ya joked.

"These damn lawyers." Old Qiao scolded with a smile.

Old Mike started the car and turned around in the direction of Highland Park.

"I heard the news about you and that white Hollywood actress in prison yesterday. Are you having a child? At your age, you probably should." Old Joe's reaction was no different from that of other black friends. Things couldn't be more normal, but I couldn't help but tease Song Ya with words.

"I haven't officially figured it out yet." Song Ya had no choice but to say so.

"Is Eric okay?"

"Of course, he works for my record company and does the mixing."

The two chatted about their former friends. The doorman of Old Joe's music, the tattooed Carl, is currently serving his sentence in another prison.

"When he comes out, I'm going to hold a grand party for him." Old Joe said emotionally. The aunts of the TANK group he held up have all been scattered, and only occasionally gather together to perform Saa Magni to make money, or They blamed each other through public channels. I heard that no one came to visit Old Qiao, and it was even more impossible to take the blame.

"It should be..." Song Ya said.

"Damn it!"

Old Mike, who was driving quietly, suddenly cursed and braked heavily to stop the car. Linda in the passenger seat screamed. Song Ya and Old Qiao's heads were hit by the inertia on the back of the front seat, and they hadn't reacted yet. , Old Mike restarted the car and quickly reversed.

Song Ya was thrown tightly against the car door again, and vaguely saw that the road ahead was blocked by a crossing car. Several black people got out of that car, and it was getting dark, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

"It seems to be an ambush!"

Old Mike yelled while reversing the car in the rearview mirror.

"Ambush? Who!?" Song Ya's heart tightened, and she hasn't offended any gang members recently!

"Oh! SHXT!" Old Mike didn't answer, the rear of the car was blocked by a car that suddenly appeared from behind the road, making a crisp collision sound, and he slammed the steering wheel.

"Hey! Don't do this! Stop! Stop!" The black man who got out of the car directly blocked the way with his body. He held a gun in his hand, but he didn't point it at the car. Instead, he opened his hands with the gun pointing upwards.

"No!" Old Joe shouted beside him.

Old Mike braked again, and the front of the car was only less than one meter away from the black man's legs.

"Who are they?" Old Mike also took out his gun and asked Old Joe angrily.

"The Hell Bobtails." Old Joe squinted his eyes and looked out the window, "It should be them."

About five or six black people got out of the front and back cars. They pointed their guns at the car and approached slowly.

Someone came to open the door of the driver's seat, "Don't move!" Old Mike held a gun to his chin, and immediately he was also pointed at by several guns.

"Hey! Put down your guns, old man, and you too!" The black man blocking the way yelled, "It's me! Old Joe, let's talk to you, APLUS is here, right?"

"Fxxk! You can call me directly after I go out, or send someone to say it! Jamal!" Old Joe rolled down the window of the car and yelled at the man named Jamal, "You will kill people if you do this!"

"Sorry, Joe, the South City billionaire in the car never pays attention to us. I don't usually find a chance to chat with him."

Jamal glanced at Song Ya through the car window, "Come on, big star, go to the public housing area, let's have a good chat. It took me a lot of brain cells to invite you, you are quite emotional, My subordinates also said that you may not come to pick up Joe from prison in person, but I didn't expect you to come."

Song Ya glanced at this premature aging face full of excessive smoking, wearing a hell bobtail flower turban, a slightly familiar guy, he vaguely heard big A mention the current boss of hell bobtail cat It's called Jamal, yes, this person seems to have been a follower next to the boss Kenneth, not the kind of capable general, but those capable generals are now dead, and those who are in prison are all over. In fact, he has only been in the position for a short time. Since Kenneth disappeared, the position of the boss of Hell Bobtail has changed frequently.

"Do you have to go to the public housing area?" Song Ya looked at him coldly, "We have no festivals with Jamal, my brother said that he has contacts with you, if there is anything you can let them talk about."

"Some things are inconvenient to ask someone to talk to, come on, big star." Jamal shook the gun in his hand, "Stop putting on airs with me."

"APLUS, listen to him." Old Joe persuaded: "Mike, put down the gun and don't do stupid things."

There were a lot of bad things, and he was messed up by the hell bobtail cat all of a sudden. Song Ya was still in shock and in a terrible mood, but the situation was stronger than others, and the hell bobtail cat shouldn't kill himself, otherwise it wouldn't be like this Restraint, "Mike, put the gun down."

Old Mike gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and buckled the gun, slowly inserted the gun back to his waist, and was immediately given the butt of the gun by the guy whose chin was pressed by him just now, and passed out on the steering wheel.

Linda screamed again.

"Shut up, girl!" The other party took out a few cloth strips, opened all the doors of his car, and skillfully covered the eyes of the four people on his side.

"Even the old Kenneth knew not to mess with rich people, Jamal, you wouldn't want to see me spend my money on your opponents and the police..."

Song Ya let them do what they did, but he still kept trying to find a chance to get out of his mouth, and knew in his heart that it was not time to beg for mercy, so he was very tough in his words, "I didn't expect you to deal with it in this way. My own, I don't mind, Joe is an old man in the gang..."

"Fxxk! I want to talk to you guys! I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't always avoiding us!"

Jamal pushed him into his car, kept silent all the way, and finally stopped in the public housing area. Song Ya couldn't see it, but he could smell the familiar fried food smell in the corridor when he came last time.

The elevator opened, and he was pushed and shoved around, finally he was pressed on a sofa, the blindfold was removed, and after adjusting to the light slightly, it turned out to be the room where Mr. Kenneth saw him before, and the furniture and furnishings happened. It has changed a lot, but the tiger skin on the floor is still there.

"Where are my people?" He only saw Old Joe sitting beside him.

"Don't worry, I won't touch them." Jamal put the gun on his back, "Get out." He lifted his chin towards his subordinates.

There were only three people left in the room, "Kenneth wouldn't use such low means to mess with his own people." Old Qiao said in a deep voice.

"Pretty move, isn't it?"

Jamal didn't take it seriously, but was very proud, "If it's for ransom, I can make a lot of money by successfully kidnapping a billionaire."

"Hey! APLUS is our own! The real M-Fxxk's generation is not as good as the previous generation!" Old Qiao scolded angrily.

"Guess how we knew he would show up?" Jamal pointed to Song Ya, and said to Old Joe: "Didn't you brag to everyone you know in prison how much APLUS respects you, and you will definitely be there when you get out of prison." Come and pick me up in person?"

"Uh..." Old Qiao blushed, "M-Fxxk..."

"Don't waste time, I can't be missing for too long, otherwise everyone in my company will mobilize to find it, and it will not be difficult for them to find here." Song Ya felt that Jamal didn't seem to be kidnapping himself, which was against the rules on the road. After all, there are many people in Hell Bobtail who are very happy to have a big star with whom they can maintain a relationship.

"OK, I'll be straight."

Jamal's rank is indeed much lower than that of the boss Kenneth, "It's very simple. We used to hand over 70% of our income to GD every year, but now GD has not protected us for a long time. All sites are It’s up to the brothers to fight with real knives and guns, and I haven’t received any instructions from above for more than three months, GD is over...so, I don’t plan to pay that money again.” He danced in front of the two Walked up and down and said.

It turns out that GD actually wants to draw 70% from the gangs below, which is so ruthless. No wonder it claimed to have tens of thousands of gunmen in its heyday.

"So?" Old Joe asked.

"It's a lot of money and I need someone to help make it legal," Jamal said. "You have to help."

Once the business is related to gangster money, and money laundering is added, Song Ya knows that she will never get rid of it for the rest of her life.

In fact, the record and film businesses are very good channels for money laundering. Goodman used to say that it was strange why the bobcats didn’t come to find a way to launder money. It turned out that most of their own income had to be handed over. Recently, gang wars have been fierce. I guess There is not much money left to launder.

But it seems that this kind of peaceful life is coming to an end, and Song Ya can't help sweating on his forehead.

"The FBI and the IRS are both staring at us. Old Joe was sent to prison by the IRS. You don't think money laundering is a simple matter, do you?" He resisted with all his might, his mind spinning quickly, thinking of ways to get out. Money laundering is definitely something he doesn't want to do, and he feels that it might be safer to spend some money to kill Jamal in front of him.

"Don't fool me. Although I didn't have a high status in the gang before, I have also seen how the big brother Kenneth handles things. Now I have the final say here... Joe, don't tell me that you haven't helped the big brother wash it before. money."

Jamal opened the drawer, and bundles of small cash were piled on the boss's desk, "Look! I can't treat you badly, this is much easier than selling records."

"Hehe, you don't understand, when the time comes, we will all go in and be in prison for the rest of our lives."

Gradually, Lao Qiao couldn't be moved by the hills of banknotes, "I'm old, I just got out of prison, and I'm planning to enjoy a free retirement life."

"APLUS?" Jamal gestured to Song Ya with a bundle of banknotes.

"How about I give you a sum of money every year, and you find someone else to do it?" Song Ya looked down on it even more.

"Ha! I see, you don't respect me, you all take my words as fart, right?" Jamal pulled out the gun from his back again, put his index finger in the trigger, and twirled casually, "This is not a request, it is Order, otherwise I will kill..."

"No, like this, let's take it slowly..." Old Joe is more experienced than Song Ya, "I'll go back to Old Joe Music first, and reorganize the business, and then we'll try a small amount first, APLUS temporarily Don't get involved, he's too ambitious, and now he's being stared at by the reporters."

"It's about the same, but I don't have much patience. I won't be able to put down the cash soon." Jamal nodded, "I want a specific plan, now."

"APLUS!"

Song Ya knew that Lao Qiao was procrastinating, and was quietly giving her grateful eyes when a black accent suddenly sounded behind her, looking very pleasantly surprised.

"Binney, wait outside first, I'm talking about something!" Jamal angrily yelled at the source of the voice.

"Hey! Come on, Uncle."

A black man walked in, wearing only a floral shirt, with two M1911s casually pinned to his waist, he leaned in front of Song Ya, face to face, "Remember me?"

"You are?" The other party was very young, and Song Ya didn't recognize him at first glance, but his voice sounded familiar, "Oh, Binny!? You are..."

He remembered that the nickname of the shooter who yelled Long live GD in the nightclub in Harlem at that time was called "Little Binny", but the appearance was very different, even if there were some changes in physical development, it would not be...

"It's me, haha!"

This is really the wanted criminal, he opened his mouth cheerfully, pointed to the two golden front teeth with diamond inlays and said: "I knocked out those two annoying front teeth, and even had plastic surgery, haha, you I don’t even know, I was almost killed by that Mexican quack who doesn’t even have a license to practice medicine.”

The guy talked endlessly, and didn't seem to pay attention to Jamal, he lifted the floral shirt again, turned around, "Look, I also asked him to help you sing all the words you sang to K-Ci that day On the body, you are my idol APLUS, you will never forget the way you beat him up on stage, haha, you are so strong! My partner and I were so excited when we heard it! Look , is there a tattoo wrong?"

Well, the wanted criminal is my fanboy, Song Ya’s mind is about to explode, ‘Allthattalking, boy, stop, Heardyoudancing, boy, stop…’ The lyrics of SINALOA are densely tattooed on the back of the other party, and it is true that she was on stage at the time Singing, the tattoo is bad, the cyan font is crooked, but there is nothing wrong with it, "the tattoo is not wrong, it is very beautiful." He said.

"Okay, let's go out, Binny..." Jamal said helplessly behind.

"Wait, just a moment."

But the boss of the gang seemed to have no deterrent effect on him, so he continued to say with a playful smile: "I told the Mexican doctor to kill him if he made a wrong tattoo, haha... da da da, just like the time in Harlem , That's cool, but it's a pity that I was carried away by the insulting remarks that K-Ci guy made to Lowry, otherwise the first shot would have been Puff Daddy."

My God... It's better not to let the FBI know that he once said this to me. Song Ya would rather not have heard what he said.

"But it's not bad. Those people in Harlem are afraid of us now, right? Unfortunately, my companion also confessed there."

Little Binny lost his front teeth, and his appearance became more mature. He seemed to have had his lips and nose trimmed, and he was not as ugly as before. However, Song Ya felt a little creepy with the indifferent attitude of this half-child when he talked about human life. It's not like the indifference of the big brother Kenneth with a fierce look in his eyes, but when he said something very ordinary, it was like talking about drinking and eating, and his behavior and behavior still maintained that of a child... …Innocent?

"Yes, they are scared." Song Ya could only follow his words.

"Oh! Oh! That's right!"

He was very excited and suddenly thought of something, pointing to the tattoo on his back, "Do you still have this song of yours? I heard the radio DJ say that it may be a complete song."

"No, I came up with the word Battle on the spur of the moment, and I didn't concentrate on memorizing it after I finished speaking." Song Ya replied.

"Really? That's a pity. By the way, I'm back in Chicago now, but I can't continue to use my previous nickname. Do you have a name for this song?"

"Uh, SINALOA." Song Ya truthfully told the name of the apocalypse song.

"Cool! I'll be called Sinaloa from now on. You all call me that, okay? Uncle, how is it? How about this name?" He was very happy.

"That's a South American place name, Binny, and we're not Latin."

Jamal complained, "Mexican gangs will laugh at us."

"Fuck it, I'll call it that, I've decided." He said indifferently, "It just so happens that the doctor who did my plastic surgery is a Mexican."

"Okay, okay, go out, Binny, we'll talk about this later." Jamal pushed him impatiently.

"Hey! Don't call me Binny anymore, I said I'm called Sinaloa now." He pushed Jamal's hand away dissatisfied.

"Get out! Binny! Don't make me say it a second time!"

Jamal also fell in love with him, and the brain circuits of these gangsters were a little abnormal, "I am the boss, and I am still your uncle! Don't think that you can treat me no matter what you have done in New York, get out! "

"Alright alright……"

He spread his hands, "Forget it today, you will call me Sinaloa in the future..." He walked out while muttering.

"Fxxk, that kid is always like this... Do you want something to drink?"

Jamal asked Song Ya and Lao Qiao.

"No need." Song Ya waved his hand.

"Give me coffee, you surprised me today, Jamal." Old Joe complained with a smile.

"Sorry, I actually just want to talk to you and APLUS."

This guy doesn't know which tendon is wrong, or wants to re-establish authority in front of the two? "Bring in two cups of coffee for my guest, little Binny!" He deliberately shouted out the door, and the last voice dragged on for a long time, "Hahaha..." he still laughed strangely.

"The matter of money laundering..." He brought up the matter again.

"I told you to call me Sinaloa..."

Song Ya and old Qiaoxu argued for about ten minutes, and little Binnie came in with two cups of coffee, put them on the table, and left without saying a word.

"Be quicker next time you're asked to work, Binny."

Jamal handed the coffee to Song Ya and Old Joe.

'Boom! '

Suddenly there was a loud noise at the door, which made Song Ya's ears buzzing. He didn't care about picking up Jamal's coffee, so he immediately curled up and dodged in the opposite direction.

"I fucking told you not to call me Binny!"

Little Binnie rushed in with a roar, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still smoking, 'Boom! ’ Another shot opened another blood hole in Jamal’s chest. At this time, the opponent’s body fell to the ground, and the coffee cup hit the tiger’s skin, making a slight muffled sound.

"Can't you hear!? Huh!? Can't you hear!?"

'Boom! Boom! Boom! '

Little Binney emptied the bullets in the gun clip at the corpse of the bobcat boss on the ground.

Everything suddenly quieted down, and he still maintained his shooting posture.

There were chaotic footsteps at the door, and several black gangsters walked in. Song Yaxin, who had just recovered from the shock, raised his throat.

"He's your uncle, Binny!" An old gang member snatched the gun from Binny's hand.

"He doesn't respect me."

Little Binnie was still aggrieved, and the helpers who came in didn't seem to want to do anything to him, they all stared blankly at Jamal's body, without saying a word, let him walk to the door and turned around.

"Also, don't call me Binny in the future."