Chapter 660? Not Leaving Chicago

"Miss Kelly, wow, you look so beautiful today."

The southern lawyer is a veteran, and he and Jimmy have the same ideas. The protests have not received a response from the Chicago police and the FBI for the time being, but the media has moved, and the main target, the police and firefighters union, can't sit still.

Vic and Sean are their own people, so it is really unreasonable to ignore them. The union representatives soon visited Kasiti, and then agreed to put pressure on the FBI and organize a larger-scale demonstration. If they are satisfied with the results, they will even hold a strike in solidarity.

"Aplus, talk alone?"

Eli first complimented Mariah Carey, and then proposed to meet Song Ya alone.

"Feel sorry."

Mariah Carey refused directly, "He wants to accompany me to meet Givenchy designer John Galliano."

"Uh..." Eli was a little surprised and looked at Song Ya.

"If there is something urgent, I'll chat for a while, chat for a while. mi." Song Ya asked with a smile on his face.

"Only for a while!"

Mariah Carey shook her face impatiently and walked away.

"You guys are..." Song Ya has kept her mouth shut about the rape incident, and she didn't even dare to say anything about it, so Eli still doesn't know about it.

"Oh, don't mention it, I was caught by her."

Song Ya reluctantly took him to the study.

"I'm Peter's campaign manager, and I'm also your crisis publicist. It seems that I've been targeted by the FBI. So, to make a long story short."

Eli cut to the chase, "Peter and Alicia will be in New York the day after tomorrow for your wedding."

"He finally showed up?"

Song Ya said with some resentment: "If he was willing to intervene immediately, that matter should not be what it is now."

"Sorry, Peter has his problems. The FBI killed a detective. They hate Vic very much, and they didn't hesitate to be sued by the family members of the stormtroopers for illegal detention afterwards."

"Peter was also under a lot of pressure," Eli said.

"I don't even understand why Vic is involved in murdering the fbi..."

According to his "personal design", he would never know what Vic did, so Song Ya immediately shook his head and complained, "This incident is too bizarre."

"The fbi must have conclusive evidence..."

Eli explained: "But things have changed now. The conservative white organization in the south has joined in. Vic's daughter cooperated well with them. Do you remember Cassity? Your classmate, who used to be in your record company Worked."

"Of course I do."

I can't hide the matter between myself and Cassity from Peter. After all, I helped Cassity find Peter's assistant scholarship, and she also accompanied me to the golf course to meet Peter, in order to help Vic seek reinstatement.

I just don’t know what Peter confessed to Eli. I didn’t pay much attention to it before. Song Ya didn’t remember whether Eli had heard of the more intimate interaction between himself and Cassidy when he entered and exited the A record. “Now the fbi hasn’t Reaction?" he asked.

"Yes, they had just given a formal answer to the police and firemen's union before I came,

The reason they arrested the four members of the SA was an old case in 1988. "

Eli said: "In this way, the lawyer assigned by the police and firefighters union will be able to see Vic and them soon."

"That's it."

Song Ya glanced at the old Mike at the door, "Then everything will return to the normal track of ordinary cases?"

"It's almost like this. The FBI may use some other small tricks, but they can't delay it for too long." Eli replied: "Peter may still need to talk to you personally about the details."

"That's it, I know." Song Ya nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Goodman came to talk to me about campaign donations. He said that the third donation needs to go through another process, and it will take a while, right?"

It is impossible for Peter to know too much about Eli, so the main purpose of Eli's trip is to spread the word, and it is for campaign funds.

"I'm busy with the wedding now, and I don't have the energy to take care of these trivial matters. You should talk to Goodman. I'm sure I won't cause any trouble for Peter. It's just a small amount of money."

Song Ya dumped the blame on her lawyer.

"Aplus, we have cooperated for so many years, I know that you rarely make such mistakes, unless it is intentional." Eli did not agree.

"Okay, Eli, let me talk to Peter personally about this matter. Remember, besides being his campaign manager, you also took my public relations fee. You are also working for me."

I didn't expect to be exposed by Eli in person. It seems that between Peter and himself, Eli's heart is still on Peter's side. Song Ya secretly gave him a point. It seems that in the future, crisis public relations will have to try other people. For example, the Ms. Sloan in Washington last time was good. She did the task of publicizing the textile quota neatly, and her reputation in the industry was much greater than that of Eli.

"Sorry, aplus, I hope the two of you will always cooperate." Eli explained.

"Of course, sure."

Song Ya nodded.

Peter is willing to attend his wedding without avoiding suspicion, which means that he may have already made a decision. To maintain his relationship with him, he must solve the matter of Vic beautifully, otherwise everyone will be in trouble. The fbi is playing for real this time. .

In Chicago, the lawyer assigned by the Police and Firefighters Union has already sat outside the meeting room with two assistants. According to the arrangement of the FBI, he will meet with Vic and the other four separately for the first time.

"Excuse me, the meeting time is up, you can..."

The lawyer kept looking at his watch. Five minutes had passed since the scheduled meeting time, but no one came to answer him. He went to the FBI staff who was receiving him.

"There was a little accident and we are dealing with it."

The other party answered.

"What accident?"

"Sorry, I don't know, but the meeting time will be postponed for about an hour."

"Don't make small moves, otherwise the Chicago Police and Firefighters Union will immediately organize a strike protest."

Lawyer angry threats.

The other party did not look up, and continued to be busy with the computer screen, and did not respond.

He was dragged on until five o'clock in the afternoon when he met the first stormtrooper, one of the other two except Vic and Sean. After chatting with each other about the current situation and basic rights and interests, he was told that it was time to meet. Then it's time to get off work, please come back tomorrow.

"Are you playing tricks!" the lawyer protested to the other party angrily, "I'm going to see Vic McGee tomorrow morning, and I'm going to see him first!"

"Vic McGee."

At night, several heavily armed FBI field agents opened the iron door of the cell where Vic was held, checked his shackles, then put a cloth bag around his head, set it up and walked out.

"Wait, wait, where are you taking me?"

Vic struggled desperately, and the hidden wounds from the beatings on his body in the past two days were aching, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

The situation of him who is stubborn and silent is completely different from that of Sean, the main attacker. An agent in charge of interrogation often gets angry, and then hits him hard with thick legal books.

"I'll give you another place."

field answer.

"Fxxk! I want to see a lawyer, I want to see a lawyer!" Vik immediately smelled something wrong, he struggled more violently, and shouted.

Immediately, he was hit with a stick in the lower back, and he gasped in pain, "This gift is for... the inspector." long name.

"fxxk, I don't know anything!"

Of course he would never admit it, he couldn't see anything, he should have gotten on the elevator based on his feeling, when the elevator arrived, the colder feeling should be the underground parking lot, yes, he smelled the gasoline smell of the parking lot.

"Who do you think I am? A rookie like Lowry? I will never leave Chicago!"

Vic under the hood felt ruthless. He knew that once he left Chicago, he would be completely finished. Just like the killer detective, his tongue began to lick his lower lip again, and then he quietly found out the A small cement block, which he picked out from the floor of the cell.

"Let's go."

He was pushed into a car door, and then left and right, two field workers clamped him tightly, and the car started.

He lay down on the backrest, with his hands naturally placed between his legs.

About half an hour later, the car drove to a plane and stopped.

"It's no use being afraid now, Vic."

The Field Service picked up his arm, feeling that he was shaking all the time.

"fxxk, what is this!?" Another field agent suddenly shouted.

Only then did I realize that a large pool of blood had accumulated under the soles of Vic’s feet when he was pulled up. “Look at his hands!” The arteries in Vic’s wrists had been worn to a bloody mess, and blood was still oozing out. Chicago was still relatively cold at the end of March. Yes, his cotton prison pants had been soaked with a lot of blood, and the inside of the pants had completely turned dark red.

"This guy!" The field agent lifted the hood, and Vic had passed out, his teeth began to knock unconsciously, and his body kept shivering.

"Ambulance, I need an ambulance!" the field agent yelled into the intercom.