Chapter 647? Overwhelmed

"The plan you submitted was personally approved by Director Frith."

The next day, in the FBI office building in Chicago, the sub-director called Carl Letterman to the office, "You know the new changes in the Simpson case. Now the Bureau is understaffed. I can only send out a special operations team composed of capable agents. One piece of evidence The investigation team, a field team is under your command. You can also use my single line to contact the undercover agent lurking inside the Chicago Police Department for a secret operation of the Ministry of Justice. I will provide you with other support if necessary. Wait for the team leaders Come here for a meeting, is there anything else you want?"

"Not yet."

Carl Letterman and his female partner looked at each other proudly, and then put Sean's file on the desk of the branch chief, "I just need to add another face-to-face agent to the field team, and deal with this person first , as soon as possible, preferably tonight."

"No problem, we will have a meeting to make a specific plan later."

Bedford Hills, New York.

"You can't keep thinking that it's Mimi! We've made a plan, can't you bear with it a little bit and implement it as planned?" As the wedding approached, Song Ya and Mariah Carey's quarrel became more and more serious. More often, and this time for some trivial matter, Mariah Carey has just canceled the cooperation with a local flower company and ordered flowers directly shipped from the Netherlands.

"The deposit of tens of thousands of dollars is completely free! And these..."

Song Ya kicked the pile of cardboard boxes in the warehouse hard, "You can't discard it just because you want to, these are all money!"

"My pleasure."

Mariah Carey didn't dump her at all, "If you don't want to pay, then it's all on my account."

"It's not about money, okay? Mimi, don't just 'put it on my account, put it on my account' as soon as you hear my opinion! Our energy and time can't be spent on these trivialities all the time. The manager of a local flower company pestered me for almost an hour!"

Song Ya was so angry that she made a hip-hop gesture with her hands.

"I want everything to be perfect, a perfect wedding, you promised me." Mariah Carey didn't bother to pay attention to him, she pouted and turned away.

"Sorry, Miss Kelly, APLUS is still young and has such a strong desire to control, you know him well." Linda followed behind her to mediate in a low voice.

"Shut up Linda, don't keep helping her blame my control for any problems."

Song Ya became even more angry, "Forget about the flowers, let's not make an example!"

Mariah Carey didn't give up, and left the warehouse with a flick of her long hair. He had no choice but to follow behind angrily. As soon as he left the villa, he saw her father who was chatting with the black equal rights leader Jesse Jackson on the lawn in the distance. At that moment, he trembled, "Didn't I not let that guy come?" He tried his best to suppress his anger, and asked Linda in a deep voice.

"Jesse Jackson? He seems to want to participate in the presidential election next year. He may ask you to raise funds. Although he doesn't care much about his lower body, with his current leadership position, we black people can only support him unconditionally. There's no other way. He's the best choice for your officiant pastor." Linda thought he was referring to Jesse Jackson, who was involved in many sex scandals.

"It's not that old woman, I'm talking about her father." Song Ya said.

"That...that's Miss Kelly's father, every girl hopes to hold the hand of her biological father in the church,

He handed himself over to his future husband. "Linda was surprised.

"She promised me not to let his father and sister be there before, she promised."

Song Ya didn't go to greet the two of them, but went straight back to the study.

"Boss, APLUS, her father has already compromised in order to be able to attend the wedding, and no longer insisted that her troublesome sister be there. This is already the best result. Her father is not bad, after all, he is working in Houston. aeronautical engineer."

Linda came over to help explain, "Don't worry too much about this, you have been showing signs of premarital phobia recently."

Song Ya saw a pile of slide projector films on the table again. There were photos of the two from childhood to adulthood. They were going to be selected and used in the wedding review ring. She picked up Mariah Carey's 1992 photos and thought Compared with her now, she became even more angry, "Look, I'm a lot fatter now than before. My body shape management plan has completely failed, and she never really listened to me."

"I think she is more beautiful now than in 1992, neither fat nor thin." Linda laughed.

"snort."

Song Ya's mind is now a mess.

In the evening, taking advantage of the panting mood of the fiancée, "Honey, the pre-wedding party..."

"Do you have to say this at this time?" Mariah Carey giggled and put her arms around her little fiancé.

"Don't go to Las Vegas, okay?"

"No, we're going, Patty and Brenda have made arrangements." She pouted again.

Song Ya was too lazy to speak, turned her back to her, and closed her eyes.

"I'm not happy again..." She teased nonchalantly, "Stingy man."

At the same time, on the streets of Chicago, Vic appeared in the back alley of the bar. He first observed it, but there was no one around, so he walked to the car where Sean was parked, and punched it with a small flashlight a few times, but found nothing unusual. , and then went to check the car next to him.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly discovered that there was a special pass under the front glass of the next car, which was used to enter and exit the FBI Chicago office building.

"Hey, Sean, you've been really lucky these two days."

The door to the back alley was pushed open, and Sean and his poker players came out shoulder to shoulder, and Vic quickly dodged to hide in the dark.

A few old friends complained to Sean, "How much did you lose today? Newcomer." They then asked a young man in his twenties who followed behind Sean with a smile.

"I didn't remember, about... two hundred? Or more than three hundred..." The young man looked annoyed.

"Not enough, you have to pay more tuition, buddy."

Sean patted him on the shoulder triumphantly, then said goodbye to them, and each got in the car and left.

After Vic watched the 'newcomer' drive away in a car with an FBI pass, he walked back to his car hidden two streets away with a gloomy face.

On the way home with a blank face, the police lights in front flashed, and a police car stopped in front.

He had to pull over and stop, "Please show..." The two police officers walked out of the car window.

"Hey, I'm not speeding." Vic rolled down the window, forced a smile, and showed his police ID.

"Deputy Sheriff?"

The police officer saw his official position above, saluted and smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Deputy Sheriff, there have been many African-Americans taking advantage of the opportunity to make troubles at night, and we are performing official duties. Excuse me..."

"I understand, you have worked hard so late." Vik was released smoothly.

The car restarted, and when he was about to put his ID back into the glove box, he saw the photo he had taken with the stormtrooper brothers in it. He took it out with some sentimentality, put it in front of the steering wheel and looked at it while driving. In the photo, he and Sean Holding their arms tightly, both of them smiled brightly.

His stern facial muscles gradually relaxed, and the confused light appeared in his eyes again, just in time to see the neon lights of a bar on the side of the street were lit, he turned the steering wheel, went to sit at the bar inside, ordered a glass of beer, and drank side pondered.

"Sorry, we're closing."

He sat there until almost four o'clock in the morning, and was reminded by the bartender that he left the bar, got back into the car and drove home.

"Hey! What are you doing? Darling, scare me!"

Preoccupied, he pushed open the door, turned on the light, and suddenly saw his wife sitting in the living room staring at him coldly. He felt that his wife was not in the right mood, and exaggeratedly pressed his chest to make a joke.

"Vic, we need to talk."

The wife pushed the document on the table in front of her, "You can't do this anymore. You don't see anyone all night, and you don't tell me where you are going. This is the divorce agreement. Sign it."

"Have you seen a lawyer?"

The two had quarreled many times before, but Vic didn't expect his wife to actually take action.

"Yes, I can't stand it, Vic, I didn't expect you to become like this after being promoted..." The wife wiped her tears angrily, "I hope there is a man in the family who can help me, not you A police officer who doesn't care about anything and doesn't come home at night."

"I don't care!?"

Vic was furious, "How much have I paid for this family!? How do you think our child can be included in the treatment plan by the best private hospital? Nothing is free of cost!"

"Okay, okay, I don't want to quarrel with you at night, the children are sleeping."

The wife didn't understand him, and kept shaking her head, "I've already decided, either you sign it now, or you also talk to a lawyer and my divorce lawyer."

"I won't get a divorce."

Vic tore up the document in a rage, went to the bedroom and took the quilt to sleep on the sofa, all the old feelings were left behind, and now he was determined. After not sleeping for a long time, I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm clock. I didn’t care about anything at home. I drove straight to work, pretended to check the work, and greeted my colleagues with a smile. I opened the roster of prisoners temporarily detained by the police station.

Soon, he saw the prison photo of the gang member who was beaten by Sean on the street with a bruised nose and face. He silently memorized the other party's home address and release date. He appeared in the black area of ​​South City at night and parked his car Opposite a dilapidated building at the address.

He quietly observed outside for a few hours, feeling that there was no one in the house, no cars on the street, and all the nearby residents had fallen asleep. He put black socks with two eye holes on his head, opened the door and got out of the car. He crossed the road, took a few steps to the front door, and after a dozen or so twists with a lockpicking tool, he entered the house smoothly, and immediately searched for it without leaving any traces. Years of experience told him that it is impossible for these gangsters to keep secrets in their homes. The gun, sure enough, found an iron box in the water tank of the toilet, he took out the revolver inside, put it in his arms, and left without a sound.