Chapter 545 Reaching Home Safely

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

Little Binnie, oh no, Sinaloa disappeared at the door, and the old gang member led his men to chase him out. Apart from the choking gunpowder smoke and the smell of coffee, the room was deadly silent, and there were two people left. A Hell Bobtail, only seventeen or eighteen years old, with his hands on his hips, staring at Jamal who was so dead on the ground in a daze.

"let's go……"

The dark red blood under Jamal's body slowly spread out and flowed to the edge of Old Joe's shoes. He stood on tiptoe and whispered to Song Ya, who was curled up on the side of the sofa with one arm bent over the headgear, who dared not move. Then he stood up and shouted at the two gangsters in a black accent: "M-Fxxk! You guys take care of things at home first!"

"Who knows why that kid went crazy..." The two young gang members were really suppressed by his momentum, "Who is the boss now?"

"How would I know……"

While they were chatting, "Let's go, let's go." Old Qiao grabbed Song Ya's elbow and led him away from the house, and the two didn't stop him.

"Hey! Where's the man and woman who came with us?" Old Qiao asked the guard outside the door again.

The other party grumbled towards the next door.

Old Qiao pushed open the door next door, and Old Mike and Linda were tied back to back to the chair, "Don't say a word, follow me." Old Qiao took Song Ya to untie the rope for them, and then went out smoothly .

Still no one stopped.

"Fxxk..." Walking to the elevator entrance, Old Qiao pressed the down button, but there was no response at all.

"What should I do? My gun was searched and taken away."

Old Mike had a large piece of skin on his forehead, which was already red and swollen. He looked Song Ya up and down, "I thought you were..."

"I'm fine, er, it seems that this building is blocked."

At this time, Song Ya's mind finally recovered. He remembered that when he came here, he was brought up from the corridor.

"Oh! Yes, my memory."

Old Qiao led the three of them to the stairs again. Linda was terrified. She sobbed silently, with her arms tightly folded on her chest, and she dared not raise her head at all.

"He doesn't respect me! Why should he not respect me!"

Sinaloa was blocked by several gang members with various types of rifles at the corner of the corridor below. With his neck stuck, he yelled loudly at them, "It's not today or tomorrow, anyway, I'll kill him sooner or later! He doesn't deserve to be the boss ! He deserves it!"

Some black aunts were gathering around the stairs on the next floor, looking up.

The footsteps of the four caught their attention, and Sinaloa also looked up, his blood-red eyes were as cruel as a man-eating beast.

"Today is really enough! Let's leave first, and contact later!" Old Qiao bit the bullet and climbed down the stairs.

Song Ya supported Linda to follow him closely, and Old Mike protected him at the end.

The other party still didn't say anything, until the four passed through the group of people and were about to go down the last few steps, "Stop!" Someone suddenly shouted coldly.

The four of them stopped immediately, and Song Ya pressed the handrail of the stairs, her heart pounding.

"You guys know when to shut up, don't you?" He asked, stopping their voices.

"Yeah! Yay! We are our own people, of course we understand!"

Old Qiao waved impatiently to the back, "I've had enough! The first day out of prison, what a wonderful day it should have been!"

"Sorry, Joe..."

Sinaloa even apologized, "APLUS, next time I'm free..."

"I know, you are welcome anytime." Song Ya also imitated Lao Qiao and waved back.

The four lowered their heads to avoid the gaze of the onlookers, and walked to the elevator on the lower floor, "..."

Old Joe kept pressing the down button, "Don't look around!" He warned Old Mike.

'Ding! ’ The sound of the elevator arriving was unprecedentedly wonderful, and the four of them got in immediately after the elevator door opened. Old Qiao selected the floor and pressed the door closing button frequently, "!!" growled repeatedly involuntarily.

Finally, the door closed and the elevator began to descend.

"Huh!" Old Qiao let out a long breath.

Leaning slumped against the car wall.

"Thanks to you, old Joe."

Song Ya knew that he must also be very nervous. Fortunately, this old guy has a lot of experience. If he had changed himself, he might still be sitting there foolishly waiting for Hell Bobtail's order.

"APLUS, wait." Old Mike faced Song Ya, wiped his face with his thumb, and the pad of his finger turned red immediately. It should be the blood spattered when Jamal was shot.

"M-Fxxk..."

Old Qiao lowered his head and found that his white suit also had a lot of blood spots on his trousers and shoes. He took off his suit and went to polish his shoes.

"Just now..." Linda asked tremblingly.

"Don't ask, Linda, don't ask anything." The elevator was about to arrive, and Old Mike stood in front of the three of them, and when the elevator door opened, he poked his head out first, "Come with me." He went out first.

Chrysler Fifth Avenue parked right outside the public house, and two hell bobcat guys were huddled next to the car, smoking, "Hey, what's going on up there?"

"Ask yourself!" Old Mike went to pull the car door, but found that it wouldn't work.

"Hey, old man, your key!" One of them threw him the key, and he caught it, got into the driver's seat without saying a word, started the car, and the three of them immediately opened the door and got in.

"Wait!" The other party drew out his gun and tapped the roof of the car with the handle of the gun.

"Don't..." Old Joe stopped Old Mike who wanted to step on the accelerator, "What's the matter with M-Fxxk!?" He rolled down the window and asked loudly.

"Uh, don't be angry old Joe, I just want to say that all your things are in the trunk..."

As the car drove away from the public housing area, Song Ya turned her head and stared at the dark building, which was getting farther and smaller.

"Still going to Highland Park?" Old Mike asked.

"Go, the party guests should be waiting," Song Ya said.

"Chicago ah?" Out of danger, Linda also regained her composure, and found a Band-Aid from the glove box to help stop the bleeding of the old Mike who was driving. "Black hip-hop singers seem to never be able to leave the gang..." she said.

Song Ya answered inadvertently, he really thought about death just now, and what appeared in his mind at that moment was Little Robb, that child who was far away in Ireland, who might be his own flesh and blood.

There was no more conversation in the car, and all three of them leaned their heads against the car window at the same time, staring at the dim lights outside.

"Here we are." After reaching home safely, Old Mike drove the car into the independent garage in Highland Park, "Don't get out yet." He got out of the car alone, closed the garage's rolling gate, opened the trunk, and threw the phone to Linda , "Let Mawota send two sets of clothes that they can wear."

"Mawota, I'm Linda, I'm in the garage, yes, you're sending two sets..."

After Linda finished calling, the four of them waited in the garage again.

"Sorry, APLUS, I shouldn't have boasted in the prison that you are coming to pick me up from prison." About a few minutes later, Old Joe broke the silence.

"It's okay, Joe, since they want to find me, they will find an opportunity sooner or later, not this time but next time."

Song Ya squeezed out a smile and waved her hands, "It's up to you to be safe this time."

"Mike?" Mawota's hesitant voice appeared outside the garage.

"Pass it to me." Old Mike pulled up the rolling gate, did not let him in, picked up the bag that was pushed in through the crack of the door, "Okay, it's all right, you stay outside and don't let anyone get close." Then he closed the door again, Throw the two sets of clothes to Song Ya and Lao Qiao.

"Linda?" Song Ya's must have been his own clothes. He dressed them well and fit him well. He was still worried, and motioned Linda to check again.

"OK, very handsome."

Linda looked back and forth, left and right, and said with satisfaction.

At this time, the mobile phone in her pocket rang, "It's Charis." She saw the number and glanced at Song Ya.

"I got it! I got it! I'm going to the airport right away!"

Song Ya answered the phone, and Charlize Theron seemed to be running. She panted and shouted excitedly, "See you in Chicago!?"

"Okay, Chicago, thank you Charis." Song Ya replied, he could still vaguely hear Tim's angry voice through the receiver, clearly, "You can't do this! Charis! Xuelin trusts you so much! "

"Sorry Tim! I had to! Forgive me!" Charis responded to him.

Then there was the sound of driving the car door, closing the car door, and someone slapping the window, "Go to the airport..." Charis seemed to have forgotten to hang up the phone, and was saying to the driver: "Quick! Leave that man alone, he's a pervert, drink drunk!"

"APLUS?" Old Joe also put on new clothes.

"oh."

The voice of the vehicle started to appear over there, Song Ya hung up the phone, but it rang again immediately, it was an unfamiliar number, "You go first, Old Qiao, today is the celebration party for your release from prison, everyone is waiting for you Woolen cloth."

"All right."

Knowing that it was not time to talk about this matter, Old Qiao rubbed his face with both hands and squeezed out a happy smile, "Then I'm going?" He spread his hands to show.

"Go ahead, Mike."

Old Michael pulled open the shutter and let him out, "Joe! So you're here!" Someone in the distance immediately recognized him.

"Hey! Big A! How are you doing recently?" Old Qiao went out to socialize.

Song Ya handed the ringing mobile phone to Linda, "Hello? Miss Finn... you... okay, wait..."

The phone was in Song Ya's hands again. He took a deep breath and held it to his ear, "Hey, Xuelin."

"Wow……"

There was a child crying over there all the time, and Xue Linfen had never yelled so badly, "You sent Charis here to be a spy!? You deliberately took advantage of my trust in him, APLUS!"

"I apologize, Xuelin, but who told you not to do a paternity test?"

Song Ya replied coldly, "It's not a bad thing, we have to figure it out."

"I don't want your money, I just want to stay away from America, stay away from Hollywood, and raise him up! Who the father of the child is is not important to me! I don't want to bother you and your fiancee either!"

"So you don't know who the father of the child is?" Song Ya said quietly.

"Robb is yours! I was only dating you during that time!" Xue Linfen shouted: "But you... the one you sent... that bitch just quietly drew a big tube of Robb's blood, He's crying now."

"A big tube of...uh..."

Song Ya suddenly felt a little distressed, "It's Little Robb who is crying? Can I have a chat with him?"

"Talk! He can't talk at all now!" Xue Linfen hung up the phone.

Song Ya put away her phone and sat silently on the trunk.

"Hey! Brother! It's me!" Tony knocked on the door outside.

"Let him in." Song Ya saw that Old Mike had put away his and Old Qiao's bloody clothes.

"My brother, we need to talk about..."

Tony was already drunk, and couldn't wait for the rolling gate to rise to the top. He got in and flung himself on Song Ya's body, "You have a baby now, but you can't leave us alone! Susie, Connie, and little Emily need You!" he said nonchalantly.

"What the hell, is there any connection between these two things?" Song Ya was puzzled.

"You can't leave all your money to him, that actress who made a nude movie is not a good guy, she's looking for your money!" Tony yelled.

"WTF, I'm only nineteen, and you're already thinking about my legacy!?" Song Ya was furious, and pushed Tony away, "Who instilled these things in you."

"Anyway, you can't leave us alone..." Tony fell to the ground.

"The joint law enforcement operation the year before last was very successful. My Chicago colleagues and I effectively cracked down on gangs in Chicago. In the past year, various crimes have shown a resurgence...I swear that if I am re-elected, we will be noble and honorable. The cause of justice must be persisted to the end, no more compromise, no more transactions, no more appeasement, the crime rate here..."

The next day, Song Ya, who was frowning deeply, appeared on the streets of Chicago, and his eyes fell on the flattened Cabrini public housing area in front of him, the original site of another GD gang. After killing the little boy, after more than a year, the place has changed a lot. There is no public housing, and the road has been renamed Dan Tre Davis Road. The name of the little boy and his statue have also been erected nearby.

The bodyguards around him doubled, and Peter Flock was giving an impassioned speech, accompanied by his wife Alicia.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone! Now I will leave the time to Pastor Allison."

The short but powerful speech received warm applause, and Peter Flock left the stage for the black pastor Allison.

"Brothers and sisters!" Pastor Allison began to preach.

"Alicia!" Song Ya didn't pay any attention to what he was saying, and when the Flocks and his wife passed by him, he called to Alicia.

"Don't worry about APLUS, DTS's C round of financing is going well, I'm going to Los Angeles tomorrow." Alicia stayed by his side and whispered.

"I'm not for that."

Song Ya and she echoed Pastor Allison's speech and gave applause from time to time, "Please tell Will Gardner to keep him away from my brother Tony! He talked to Tony while he was providing services to my A+ Audio Company Hooked up, and then kept feeding him those dirty interests, he instigated Tony to ask me for the creative share of the fluorescent party, that's no problem, I should give Tony some, but this time? What kind of shit is instilled in Tony Distribution of the inheritance? He has passed the line!"

"He's my boss..." Alicia frowned.

"He's not only your boss, stop him, or I'll go talk to Peter." Song Ya hinted at their personal relationship, "Please tell Will Gardner clearly that I'm not a person who is afraid of tearing my face apart."

Alicia panickedly glanced at her husband not far away, "I'll tell you the story." Then she returned to Peter.

"APLUS." The old Joe behind him answered the phone, "They decided to let Xiaobin... oh no, Sinaloa Adam's new boss..."

The shocking gunshots that were close to my ears last night, Jamal who was beaten into a sieve on the floor, Sinaloa's uncontrollable behavior and bloodthirsty gaze, Little Robb's crying on the phone, Xue Linfen's angry accusation, Charis, who flew back to the United States, just betrayed her girlfriend who had sincerely helped her, Mariah Carey, who ran back to New York to start a cold war, and Tony, who was lured by Will Gardner to pay attention to his inheritance, and the media tabloids were filled with gossip , a paternity test with unknown results, and even the 'praise' from Dow's vice president and Universal Pictures.

Everything made him, a traveler, very upset...

He stared at the statue of the poor little boy, his heart racing.

"APLUS, Charis just got off the plane, and Hamlin got the blood sample." Linda approached and whispered, "He will hand it over to a professional appraisal agency as quickly as possible."

"I see." Song Ya nodded slightly.

"Amen!" Pastor Allison finished his sermon.

"Amen..." He moved his mouth following everyone.

"Daddy Boar," Linda said.

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"What?"

"Babayetu, the Swahili language of my hometown, means our heavenly father." Linda replied.

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