Chapter 597 Energy Release

Two days later, Chicago.

"Where's Peter?"

Song Ya turned sideways, letting the movers carrying the desk pass first, and then walked into the campaign headquarters where office equipment was already being removed. The ribbons, balloons, campaign slogans, and posters for the celebration dinner were still hanging.

"He's waiting for you in the office, but he's a bit hungover."

Eli, with a happy face, led the way, "Everyone was so happy last night."

"I couldn't be there, sorry." Song Ya said with a smile: "Congratulations on getting back the throne of Cook County State Attorney."

Because a black woman suddenly ran for the state attorney, and killed Childs as a dark horse, becoming Peter Flock's main opponent, so in the middle and late stages of the election, black political activists such as Michelle also joined the camp of the same race, Enemy with Peter. This is tantamount to a complete political break between the two parties. It is really inconvenient for Song Ya to appear at the election site to endorse Peter in person, so she can only wait for the dinner to be over before coming over in a low-key manner.

"The race was unexpectedly tight and we had a narrow win, but it helped us broaden our base of loyal voters."

Eli said. It is true that the more intense the election, the higher the probability of losing the election, but because the attention of the public will increase accordingly, as long as you can win, you will get more political capital. This is a double-edged sword.

"Jackie." Eli hugged an elegant white old lady outside the office door.

"Couldn't Peter be given a little more rest?"

This old lady, who is very similar in temperament to Ms. Shirley Fleming, the editor-in-chief of American Music Old Money, doesn't seem to like Eli very much. Holding a steaming cup of coffee, she looks at him displeasedly and then at Song Ya. at the door.

"Don't mess with Jackie, APLUS is one of Peter's biggest sponsors."

Eli grabbed the old lady's shoulders, moved her to a position, and opened the door.

"Oh, thank you for supporting my son." The old lady didn't complain about Eli's impolite behavior, she smiled, and shook hands with Song Ya, "There are not many sensible people like you, those who criticize Peter black……"

"Shut up Jackie..."

Eli snatched the coffee from her hand, "Come in, APLUS, don't pay attention to her, and don't pay attention to what she said."

"Feel sorry."

Song Ya pleaded guilty to the pouting old lady and walked into the office.

"Who?" In the dimly lit office, Peter Flock was sleeping on the sofa. He lifted the blanket and covered his eyes with his hands, "Eli, close the door, please."

"Mr. Flock, congratulations on your election."

Song Ya said to the other party who just sat up.

"Oh, it was very difficult, but in the end I won." Peter Flock took the coffee from Eli, took a sip, and then sighed contentedly, "I didn't expect that my enemy was not Childs in the end."

"African-American political energy has become a reality in Chicago."

Eli had some lingering fears about the just-concluded campaign, "That woman raised less than one-tenth of our campaign funds, but it caused us a lot of trouble."

"Yes." Peter stood up wearily, and sat down behind the desk with a cup of coffee. "Your speech about wooing young voters helped me a lot, Eli."

"hey-hey."

Eli was very happy after receiving his compliment, "Let me tell you, it's a cool thing for young people to be honest about being in prison. Your speech on improving prison treatment has won their hearts..."

At this time the door was pushed open, "Why don't you turn on the light?" The old lady came in again with a small saucer containing sugar cubes, "Peter, don't drink something so bitter." He turned on the light in the room and threw the sugar cubes into Peter's coffee mug.

"Mam, I'm at work..." This middle-aged politician who is very dignified and majestic in front of outsiders can only complain helplessly.

"Pay more attention to rest." The old lady explained to Song Ya with a smile, "He likes to drink with some sugar."

"Okay, let's go out." Eli drove her away and locked the door behind him.

"Eli." Peter called his name, rubbing his forehead.

"What?" Eli asked.

Then he looked at him, then at Song Ya who was silent, and finally came to his senses, "Oh, okay, let's talk..." He opened the locked door and left.

"Is there something urgent? APLUS, sit down." Peter pointed to the seat in front of him.

"have."

At this time, the other party would not believe me if I came to say that it was nothing urgent, and he was really impatient, "Peter, I need you to help me solve a problem."

He didn't want to get his hands dirty when he killed Sinaloa, so he could only do it through the law enforcement agency. Cassity's stormtrooper father is a ghost, so it's better to come to Peter first to be more reliable.

"Please say."

"I was harassed by a gangster in Chicago and he even showed up outside my house in Los Angeles the day before yesterday."

"I see." Peter picked up the phone and dialed, "Let..."

"No, Mr. Flock, I don't want to leave any testimony or police records." Song Ya hurriedly stopped him from looking for his subordinates, "I hope you can use that guy's other criminal names."

"OK."

Peter put down the microphone and yawned, "The gang member who can give you headaches must have a lot of background. I might know his name."

"Sinaloa." Song Ya said.

"The new boss of the Hell Bobtail?" Peter looked at Song Ya, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You can't stand him anymore?"

"That guy is crazy."

Song Ya knew that he knew his background very well, maybe he was enjoying the internal conflict between himself and the hell bobtail cat in his heart now.

"No problem, I will set up a special operations team against him when I take office." Peter readily agreed.

"Take office? No..."

If the election is successful, he will have to wait until January 1, 1995 to take office, and there is still more than a month left. Song Yake can't wait, "We must get rid of him as soon as possible. I say get rid of him because he can no longer be my real person in the future." Trouble, forever."

It's time for him to unleash the terrorist power of billionaires in the capitalist society. He doesn't intend to maintain his image in front of politicians who receive large sums of money from him. He wants to ask for anything in return, "I can't wait, so I'm here. This is an inopportune time to come."

Peter narrowed his eyes, "Even if you use a method that doesn't conform to legal procedures?"

"Yes."

Song Ya turned back and locked the door that Eli had closed, came back and said in a low voice: "He threatened my child, this is my bottom line, I can't let him continue to behave mischievously outside."

"So you really have an illegitimate child?" Peter laughed. "And that Hollywood porn star?"

"She's not a porn star... Forget it, it's not important, please help me solve this matter as soon as possible."

"You may not know about APLUS. I am worried about how to reduce the crime rate in my jurisdiction after taking office. I have to fulfill my campaign promises."

Peter took a sip of coffee and said, "So I plan to call a meeting with the bosses of the major gangs in Chicago through an intermediary in January next year, so that they will stop their mutual vendettas and turf competition, and maintain peace..."

WTF? Elected State Attorney Calls Mob Boss for Peace Rally? This is too fucking magical, "No, are they willing?" Song Ya was a little caught off guard.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "Right now, the gangsters in Chicago are bloodshed, and they can't take it anymore, but if the bosses take the initiative to stop, they will lose their prestige in the gang, so...they are short of a step now down, and I'll give them this step..."

Hehe, this guy, when Childs was in office, the front-line police officers turned a blind eye to gang vendettas, isn't it because you are behind the scenes? Now it's his turn to take office, and start to think of ways to calm the situation and reduce the crime rate?

Well, this is the kind of politician who often has no bottom line in Chicago, so Song Ya chose him as the first target, "You don't plan to include Sinaloa as one of the peace talks, do you?"

"That's the plan, but I've heard he's too hot," said Peter.

"I just said, he's crazy."

"Huh..." Peter let out a long breath, and turned his back to himself by watching the scenery outside the window, "APLUS, I can't do anything to Sinaloa after I take office, otherwise it will destroy the tacit understanding between the major gangs and me."

ha! So you were perfunctory when you said you set up a special operations team? This bunch of politicians, they like to eat clean, "I've always stood by you Peter, and I always will, because you have all the good qualities that a politician can have. Listen to Eli, you plan to win Running for the next governorship of Illinois?"

Song Ya knew that he was planning, so she took advantage of it and waited quietly.

"We'll get this out of the way before I take office."

For the Cook County State Attorney, it is not difficult to deal with a gang boss in South City, so he didn't think about it for long, "Can you continue to trust Vic McGee?"

"Should be able to."

"Okay, let's keep in touch through him." Peter turned around and held out his hand.

"OK."

Song Ya shook hands with him, "I have a small request."

"explain."

"I don't want to see Lowry succeed in his appeal."

"I can't control this." Peter frowned. "I can't affect the criminal proceedings, and he was locked up in San Diego, and the key witness was murdered."

"You can do it, can't you? Peter, you must have..."

"Okay okay, you just don't want to see him out of prison, do you?"

"right."

"I see." Peter smiled and patted his arm, "Don't worry about APLUS, you don't seem to have a good rest?"

"Yes, I've been tormented by this for two days."

"We all need a good night's sleep."

"Okay, then I won't bother you."

Song Ya walked out of his campaign headquarters, was blown by the cool wind, and the pressure on his heart eased, "Derry's phone." Linda, who was waiting in the car, handed the phone to him.

"Hey, Derry..." He could only pull himself together, and took the phone with a smile to say hello.

"Yo... APLUS, it's me." Su Genet's voice came from inside.

"Oh." Song Ya agreed, feeling uncomfortable. Derry had a tacit understanding with himself, and he had always clearly distinguished his friendship with Sugenet, but he didn't expect to start helping Sugenet spread the word .

"When will this year's Chicago meeting be held? Derry said you haven't sent out the notice yet?" Su Ge Knight asked.

"FxxkYou Su Ge, can you stop making this idea year after year? You don't have a share in the Chicago meeting. OK?" It's not annoying enough! Song Ya scolded.

"Fuck you, I'm just asking." Su Ge cursed back.

"I'm very busy this year, let's talk about it early next year!" Song Ya wanted to hang up the phone.

"Don't think that sending a few gunmen over can scare me APLUS, they only deserve to tickle me, and the Blood Gang will not sit idly by." Su Genet threatened.

"WTF what the hell?"

Song Ya was inexplicable, "Su Ge, I'm too lazy to talk to you, you know? I'm too lazy to talk to you! You don't deserve the treatment of a gunman!"

"FxxkYou!"

"Fxxkyou! Go back and eat your own X!"

"You eat yourself!"

"You eat yourself!"

The two ended the call while scolding. In Compton, Los Angeles, Su Ge Knight, who had a bandage on his arm, cursed and threw the phone back to Derry, "You're right, it's not him."

Everyone from Death Row Records has arrived, Snoop Dogg is standing against the wall, 2PAC is half lying on the sofa, holding a cross in both hands and sticking it to his forehead, chanting, and the small radio in the corner of the room is playing an interview with a small radio station in New York columns.

'What do you think of the Bloods saying they're going to hit back hardest about the Compton radio shooting? I heard some rumors... that you did it, huh? ’ DJ asked, “Any clarification? Diddy.”

‘I have a lot of sympathy for what happened to the brothers on the west coast, really, although my relationship with them has become a little bit delicate in the past six months. '

Diddy said: 'But what I'm going to say here is: hope they keep their heads up, you know? This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy made by a smart person. The purpose of that person is to stir up hostility between the east and west coasts. If you listen to the rumors, you will be fooled. This is not good for the rap circles on the east and west coasts. '

'So you didn't do it? ’ asked DJ.

"Of course, why would I do this kind of thing? It's not me. It's very simple. Whoever can benefit from it is the real mastermind behind the scenes." Puff Daddy talked eloquently: "I must appeal to everyone to stay sober and sit down first." Come down and have a good talk...'

"It's him! It must be the bastard!" Su Ge Knight gritted her teeth at the radio.