"This kid is the most unrestrained FBI I've ever seen in most of my life..."

The target character Andre Sanchez simply regarded the suspension investigation as a rare holiday. In addition to meeting with Steve Case, Dave Norton, and other colleagues from the New York branch, he talked about how to safely survive the internal investigation crisis. He went to a bar, watched dance, and had a tryst with his lover. He went home to spend time with his wife and children, and gambled with the gang leader to have fun, and occasionally blackmailed and blackmailed street offenders. His whereabouts were very "exciting".

Old Mike was helpless by him and was amazed: "It's simply considered that the internal discipline of the FBI is nothing, and it's even more rampant than when Vick McGee was alive."

When Franklin, who was driving, heard Vick's name, he immediately turned his head in surprise and looked at the old man in the passenger seat.

"how?"

Old Mike, who was devoted to studying the New York map, didn't pay attention, but Carl in the back seat saw his little move and asked.

"nothing."

Franklin continued to drive.

Carl didn't take it seriously, but more than ten minutes later, Franklin couldn't help himself and suddenly spoke: "Yo, that...Vic McGee, is that...Chicago's stormtrooper leader?"

"right."

Black people who are on the streets in Chicago have heard of Stormtrooper Vic's name, and Carl nodded, "He was later shot and killed by a black thief."

Franklin curled his lips, "I know, the white guys in the Stormtrooper deserve it. They are all M-FXXK who are damn racists. I'm glad that the light of justice can come."

"Vic was transferred from the stormtrooper very early. You were on the street at that time?" Old Mike narrowed his eyes and looked at him again, "Are you only twenty-five years old?"

"Twenty-six, the same age as your boss."

Franklin was a little guilty when he was stared at, and pretended to be unhappy and responded to the old man.

"It's yours." Carl scolded his subordinates: "Be careful when speaking in the future."

"Concentrate on driving."

Old Mike didn't want to continue the conversation. It was already the early morning of September 11, and neither he nor Carl could wander around the New York neighborhood for a long time and had to finish his errands as soon as possible.

Franklin turned the car into a road with street-facing apartment buildings on both sides, Andre Sanchez's lover lived in one of the buildings, "He's there."

Andre Sanchez was just aimless in action, but he probably didn't notice that he was being targeted. No matter where he went, his private car would never be replaced. Old Mike and the other two had already figured out his habits. He would probably come to his lover for the night at night, and he would drive away very early and before dawn.

So it would be the best time to wait until he gets out of the car.

"I hope there will be no witnesses on the street at that time."

Old Mike has put on makeup, and Carl and Franklin have also changed into hoodies to cover their heads. "Just open the door, right?" Andre Sanchez's car is a new Dodge. Franklin said: "It may take more time to start it."

"No, just open the door." Old Mike moved from the co-pilot to take over the steering wheel.

"No passers-by." Carl's report looking at the wind in the back seat.

"OK, ten seconds."

Franklin glided slowly and opened the door slightly. When he passed by the Dodge, he rolled out and fell down to the side of Dodge's driver's seat. He stuffed it in the window with a flat strip taken out of his arms, and opened the door in ten seconds like magic.

If he is discovered at this time, he will be considered a car thief at most.

Old Mike, who parked the car in front, observed it again, got out of the car after confirming safety, trotted into the Dodge car, quickly climbed to the back seat, then curled up in the seat, took out his pistol, checked the magazine, and then began to twist the silencer and load it.

Franklin gently closed the car door, then went back and drove around, turned back to the rear where he could see this place, and turned off the car.

"It's a good job, Xiaofu."

Carl patted Franklin on the shoulder with appreciation and gave loans to the person who bought the car. If the other party defaulted, he would ask Franklin to steal the car back and never fail.

"This old man is very powerful." Franklin was also impressed by Old Mike's body skills just now. "We are absolutely amazing in cooperation."

"Haha, of course, the boss trusts the most personal bodyguard."

Although I had practiced in advance, I completed all this between the rabbits and the falcons, which made Carl feel excited. "You two actions just now were simply art..."

At about four o'clock, Andre Sanchez, who was yawning and putting his tie around his neck, left the apartment building without realizing anything.

"Don't move!"

Old Mike still had time to observe the window of Andre Sanchez's lover's residence in advance. There are old-fashioned transponders that correspond to the upstairs' units outside this old-fashioned apartment building. It is easy to find out the room number of the target. After confirming safety, the cold muzzle was pressed against Andre Sanchez's head and "raise your hands."

Andre Sanchez raised his hands in amazement. Franklin and Carl got out of the car and rushed over from behind. Franklin pulled him out of the driver's seat and stuffed it into the back seat. Carl followed in and clamped him in with Old Mike.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are committing suicide!"

Andre Sanchez was not panicked when he saw two old men. He thought he was unlucky and met a small character who wanted to rob, and said to Carl: "Give you a choice. After seeing the ID in my suit bag, he got out of the car and got out of the car and got out... I just pretended that nothing had happened."

Old Mike was too lazy to talk to him, so he directly smashed the back of his neck with a gun and made him dizzy.

When Andre Sanchez woke up, he found himself in an unmanned building under construction. He moved his body and found that he was free to move. His hands were simply tied together. In front of him, two wooden boxes of material from the construction site were stacked as tables.

In fact, when he is familiar with every corner of New York, he can even use the familiar skyscrapers as the coordinates to report the specific address of the building and the full name of the builder company when he sees the Manhattan skyline outside!

This should be his own territory, "Haha, what do you want from me?" At the same time, he had already realized that the other party could not be a simple robber, and asked the white man holding a gun in front of him.

"McTowny, do you remember this name?"

The action was very successful, and old Mike didn't have to beat around the bush and just entered the interrogation stage.

"I don't know what you're talking about...you are?"

Andre Sanchez narrowed his eyes. Old Mike, who often appeared with APLUS, looked so familiar to him. Even though he had put on makeup, as a trained FBI agent, he quickly identified the other party's identity.

But he didn't dare to scream, Black Pharaoh took action against him, Black Pharaoh...

A chill instantly shrank from head to toe. The 17th richest man in all the Mid, who once instructed Vick McGee to kill a colleague of the Inspector, dared to let his confidants come to New York to do something directly, which means that he already knew that he had participated in the shooting and would never give him a chance to spread the news again.

"McTowny is not dead, where is he?" Old Mike asked half-scam.

"I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about."

Andre Sanchez answered and looked around. A black man covered in tattoos was watching the wind at the stairs, while the other person could not see it and should stand behind him.

It seems like he has a chance to run? His mind is running rapidly and he is thinking about ways.

"Working with us will not treat you badly." Old Mc signaled to Carl, who brought a suitcase over, placed it flat on the wooden box serving as a table, and opened it.

A box of 100-dollar bills was full of experience. He had a very experienced eye-catching test, and it was about 300,000 yuan.

"This is just a meeting gift," said Old Mike.

This amount of money is just a drizzle for several wealthy people around the world. What is it? Andre Sanchez pretended to be confused by money and controlled his facial muscles to make a greedy expression. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything, McTownley's whereabouts, how many people are involved in that shooting, every name will have a huge bonus... Andre." Old Mike said.

"I don't know, I don't know if McTownley is dead or alive, really, I mean I know McTownley is one of the gunmen, but the news I got is that he is dead."

Andre Sanchez replied: "As for that shooting, I don't know who was involved..."

Just kidding, Black Pharaoh was almost beaten to death and was in a coma for several months! He really believed the other party's words, and his life was over.

"Do you need me to remind you? Your boss, Steve Keys, your colleague, Dave Norton, Dave Norton is the one who claims to kill McTowny."

Old Mike continued to put pressure on him, "Do you still need me to remind you more?"

"Then you should tie Steve up. I'm just his subordinate and never get involved in Chicago."

Andre Sanchez shook his head.

Old Mike didn't expect this guy to be quite strict and pushed the suitcase full of green banknotes forward, "Don't pretend to be stupid, even for the sake of money,"

"I really don't know...ah!"

The sky was already bright, and Old Mike didn't have much patience, so he gave Franklin a wink and began to use violent means.

"Good morning, APLUS."

"morning."

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Song Yaren was already in the symphony orchestra practice room. The short film ABC, which directed the rehearsal of Dream Requiem, had been aired, but that was not a finished product. Today, the orchestra was about to practice with the choir for the first time. The musicians and choir members have arrived one after another. Song Ya greeted everyone who came in.

"OK, one minute."

He was in a good mood today. He also watched the second speech at MJ's 30th anniversary last night. MJ finally performed a new special title single in the "Wonderful Man": You Rock My World, which is still the same rhythm and bluesgar post-disco elements. It doesn't look like it can be popular, that is, it's not fashionable enough, nor good enough.

So he became more confident, and looked at the wall clock on the wall to pinch the time and lifted the baton.

All musicians and choir members waited quietly, and when the baton fell, the first chorus of the full version of Requiem of Dreams began.

"Ah...ah..."

The addition of the vocals made the originally passionate pure music even more sacred. In addition to fighting against the shooting scene that flashed back from time to time in my mind, Song Ya felt very good, "Car! Uh... Stop, you! Be more decisive! I want you to come in with a storm and thunderous effect!"

He trained a few words for the musicians in charge of cymbals and then made some minor changes in comparison with the apocalypse, and at the same time he lowered his head to record on the command score.

"Don't make up my name!"

In New York, Old Mike saw through Andre Sanchez's lie, "Be honest! Now you can still save your life to the truth!"

"I really don't know! Help!"

Franklin and Carl were holding one of Andre Sanchez's legs and hanging him upside down on the floor. When they fell down, they would be crushed to pieces. His face was swollen into a pig's head. He was already scared and shook his head and shouted for help. But even during the day, there was no one in the construction site. "I say everything! Please! Don't throw me down!"

Old Mike winked, and Franklin and Carl pulled him back.

"Hu...hu..." He sat on the concrete floor and gasped.

"Where is McTownley? What is his name? Who is behind you and Steve Case?" Old Mc asked with a ferocious look on his face.

"Hahaha!"

Andre Sanchez suddenly laughed to the sky like crazy, "I don't know! I'm checking too! Steve Case hid McTown very tightly, they didn't even join the witness protection program. The news received by the FBI was that McTownley had been killed by Dave Norton with a sniper gun!"

Old Mike was so angry that he asked Franklin and Carl to hang him out again.
To be continued...