Chapter 264 Official Reinstatement

It is still good to talk about things on the golf course. High-end golf courses are generally members-only country clubs and other institutions. If you want to go in, you just need to have money to buy tickets. It can block reporters and some people with ulterior motives.

The appointment here is not like a place like a restaurant where the purpose is obvious. Others may not necessarily think of who is gathering with whom. It is not an indoor space, with a large place and a wide view, which can partially prevent surveillance or eavesdropping. At the same time, it is also very convenient for private conversations. Whoever you want to chat with, get together and chat while walking. If you don’t want to chat anymore, hit the ball far away and then confess the crime and leave, which can largely avoid the embarrassment of direct rejection.

Moreover, the walking distance is long, the air is fresh, the scenery is good, and it can also be connected with the aristocratic sports. It is no wonder that some successful blacks often play it at the risk of being pointed out by the black group, although this sport is already in the United States. It is very popular, and it is not a big burden for ordinary white-collar families to often play in the public stadium.

"Vic, let's make an agreement?" Of course, Song Ya only played this game with great purpose. The bulletproof Mercedes drove into the country club, and he met Vic McKee who was sitting in the passenger seat. asked.

Vic McGee, a bald man, looked back at Song Ya, and then at his daughter Cassity who was wearing a beautiful long dress beside him, "You do what you should do, and I will definitely have no problem."

"OK."

Song Ya got out of the car, turned around and stretched out her hand, and very gentlemanly helped Kasiti off, Old Mike went to open the trunk, and the caddy at the door came to help take out two club bags from it.

Kasiti smiled very happily, and she took the initiative to hold Song Ya's hand, "I'm glad that you and Dad can resolve the previous conflict."

"We don't have a big problem." Song Ya turned to look at Vic in the car, who was mouthing 'stay away from her' viciously towards him.

He has been copying the license plate for a long time, and compared to the previous glory in the stormtroopers, he has completely fallen into the dust. He made an excuse to let Cassetti accompany him so he could talk to Peter Flock, and he agreed without thinking too long. Now this behavior is nothing more than trying to save face.

"this way please……"

A white waiter in a formal dress at the door immediately led the way politely after Song Ya shook Harris Bank's top credit card at him. This card was sent by Harris Bank at the beginning of the year. With it, I can freely enter and exit many high-end places in the Midwest and enjoy related VIP services.

Song Ya noticed that the good girl was looking left and right, and she was walking a little bit upright, "Don't be nervous, just treat it as being in your own home, no matter how high-end the place is, it's for business."

"hehe,

I've never been to a place like this. "Cassidy relaxed her body obediently. At this time, a young woman dressed as a lady passed by. She looked up and down at Kasiti, and then threw it at Song Ya with an unknown smile. a wink.

She immediately felt inferior again. After the woman walked away, she immediately lowered her head and began to check her skirt.

"Don't look, that kind of woman is here to tease the rich, and generally no one will come to the country club dressed like this."

Song Ya has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run away, and she can see through that kind of woman at a glance, "The skirt suits you very well."

"Thank you, this is the most expensive one I have," said Cassidy.

"I was wearing second-hand clothes to the SBK New York headquarters building more than a year ago."

Song Ya looked at the skirt with a very distinctive grid element, it seemed to be Burberry? Vik’s former police detective income can still buy a few luxury items for the girls in the family, especially the big-name luxury stores in the United States sometimes have very fierce discounts.

"A talented person doesn't care what he wears," says Cassidy.

"Nothing." Song Ya put her arms around her waist, "I'll ask Yeremov to prepare a set fee for you later."

"No, I'm not a signed singer like Fergie, and I'm only working part-time in your company during the holidays."

"The company is mine."

Song Ya and she followed the service staff to the locker room, changed their clothes and shoes, and went to see Peter Flock.

The place was picked by Peter Flock, and the two sides quickly met. He also brought a businessman friend, but there should be no special purpose.

The four kicked off one after another, and Song Ya and the other party soon got a chance to chat alone.

"So that's Vic's daughter?" Peter asked looking at Cassidy's back.

"Yes." This is why Song Ya brought her here, otherwise it would be difficult to mention the sensitive police personnel transfer.

"Vic was a very conscientious policeman. After he left, the gangs lost their respect for the anti-drug and anti-organized crime task force." Peter said.

"I heard that the investigation on him is over? There is no conclusive evidence to prove that he killed his colleagues, isn't it?" Song Ya took the opportunity to say, "I don't believe he is the one who did that."

Peter glanced at him, "I think so, the conclusion of the investigation will not lie."

Song Ya originally planned that the other party would take the opportunity to hint at some requests, but he didn't expect that Peter seemed to agree with him. Indeed, Vic used to help him with the dirty work. In a way, his relationship with him must be closer than his own.

After a round of golf, he and Cassidy returned to the locker room. The girl was sweating a lot, her jersey stuck to her body, her bulging breasts, her long straight legs, and she was very young and lovely.

Or delicious?

"You play golf much better than me, where did you learn it?" Song Ya stared straight at her.

"I used to participate in the school's golf club."

The good girl carefully looked around, then crossed her hands generously, grabbed the hem of the jersey and took it off, "It's so hot." She said.

The two went to the shower room in the locker room to take a shower, then changed back into their clothes and left together.

Song Ya didn't know exactly how Peter operated, but on the night of March 9, Vic McGee had already taken off his uniform and was wearing casual clothes. The police detective's large metal coat of arms was hanging around his neck, and he and his men reappeared in Nancheng On the streets of the community, rampage like wild boars.

Old Mike parked the car in an alley with broken street lights not far from Frank's house.

"Let him stand."

Song Ya in the car saw that Vic was ordering two of his men to go to one side, grabbing Frank's arms, and supporting the old rascal's body as he slipped straight down.

"You, do you know what rules are broken? Huh? What agreement did we have before!?"

Vic stuck his thick neck and yelled in Frank's ear, "Do you M-FXXK think I won't come back? Huh?"

"How is it possible, Vic, I've been praying for you." Frank said sharply, "You don't even know how much I miss you..."

With a bang, Vic hit Frank in the rib with an uppercut.

Frank immediately let out a painful groan, and his body arched into the shape of a shrimp.

"Hold it." Vic punched Frank again, swinging Frank's face to the side like a sandbag, a bloody arrow burst out, and two teeth were thrown out.

"Do you remember? Frank!" Vic yelled in his ear again.

"Stop hitting, I know what you're referring to..." Frank begged for mercy, "I'll stay away from their family."

Vic made an uppercut, "No, I think you M-FXXK have a bad memory!"

"Old man, you are really ruthless..."

Song Ya looked in pain, but finally let go of her heart, and said to Old Mike: "Drive, I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."