"What I said is true! I am an undercover agent inside the FBI! I was ordered to approach Steve Case to collect evidence of corruption to investigate him!"

Andre Sanchez on his head and feet shouted: "Believe me, I have no objection to APLUS at all!"

"Continue to make up..." Old Mike tilted his head, Franklin and Carl let go, allowing Andre Sanchez to enjoy free fall, and did not grab his ankle until the last moment.

"No! What do you think!?"

Andre Sanchez was so scared that she burst into tears, "It's so damn... I'm going around me, please... why do you think I can easily withstand the FBI internal investigations? Do you think I don't want to know where McTownley is? I'm also trying to investigate! Why did McTownley live? Because he has Steve Case's corruption evidence as an amulet, Steve Case dare not let him die!"

Old Mike heard this and made a WTF lip shape. Did he really catch someone wrong? He believed in half of Andre Sanchez's confession, "Just say you know, I found it."

"McTownley should be hiding in New York. Only Steve Case and Dave Norton know his new identity, but Steve Case is very alert and never deals with the suspects in person. It's all Dave Norton who helps him maintain a single-line contact!"

Andre Sanchez said very quickly: "But there is no need for them to contact McTownley often. I have thought of a solution but no clues!"

"Who is the mastermind behind the shooting? Steve Case, a corrupt New York FBI, cannot have that motivation!" Old Mc once again asked Franklin and Carl to pull him back.

"I really don't know..."

"Say you know!"

“Tommy Mothura.”

"He participated, but he didn't have the ability to command you!"

"I really don't know...please..."

Andre Sanchez's psychological defense has collapsed under torture. "Steve Case said that Tommy Mothura was an Italian whose brain was burned by the fire of revenge. I guess Mothura recruited McTownley through his Hollywood friends. McTownley had the intention to wash his hands with a fake death basin, so he hit it off with Steve Case. They had known each other for a long time... They set up a game in the middle, Mothura was betrayed, and McTownley also successfully got rid of his accomplices. Steve Case wanted to help McTownley pretend to die and take APLUS's life."

"Behind the Scenes of Steve Keys..."

"You go and catch him and ask yourself!" Andre Sanchez, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and blood-stained body, was wrongly accused of death, and mustered up the courage to roar, "I know I've said it long ago!"

Old Mike covered his forehead disappointedly, "Details, that's what you know about the shooting."

"Before the shooting, I went to Chicago at the order of Steve Case, and worked with Dave Norton, who was working at the Chicago branch at the time, formulated the route for the McTownley gang to escape, mainly to select the ambush location for hunting McTownley's accomplices, and then returned to New York. When I returned to Chicago, I was working together with the local fieldwork that I went to support..."

Andre Sanchez finally gave the truth.

"Wait, you are helping the FBI investigate Steve Case's corruption case. You should be the party to justice, but why are you willing to cooperate with him to take APLUS's life?" Franklin asked suddenly.

"The Chicago black policeman hired by APLUS spent money to kill one of our colleagues. At least Steve Keys said to me. We all want to take revenge. I really don't know the mastermind behind the scenes. Only he knows, and Dave Norton doesn't necessarily know."

"As far as I know, there are other law enforcement agencies who are cooperating with Steve Case, at least in Los Angeles, who is silenced Mothura's friend, and that Hollywood Eye must be his fellow travelers."

"How long have you planned?"

The fog of the shooting was pushed apart, and Old Mike suddenly realized, but then he became more and more disappointed. The breakthrough he carefully selected was a marginal figure, and he also had another identity as an undercover agent within the FBI... From a certain perspective, it cannot be considered a damn person.

"At least four months, maybe longer. After the 2PAC died in Las Vegas, Steve Keys mentioned in a joke tone that he had planned to disguise the death of APLUS as a blood gang to revenge, which showed that he had already made plans at that time."

Andre Sanchez replied, then raised his head and looked at Old Mike, "I can't live, right?"

‘Dang! Dang thunder!’

The Requiem of Dreams was played to the end again, and the progressive magnificent rhythm made people's blood rush. Song Ya, who was sweating on her forehead, raised her hand with satisfaction, grabbed the rhythm and clasped her fists very casually, and the music came to an abrupt end.

“OMG…”

At this time, Carl suddenly murmured to the edge of the floor, and the towering World Trade Center Twin Towers in the distance were emitting thick smoke.

"What's wrong there?" Franklin asked.

"I just saw something flying into the building," Carl replied.

Andre Sanchez didn't care about this, and took advantage of the opportunity when the two old men were distracted and pushed Franklin away hard, then rolled and crawled towards the stairs to run.

"FXXK!" Franklin chased after him several times, grabbed his collar, and dragged the person back.

"Concentrate my spirit!"

Old Mike put down his raised hands and scolded them, then raised his gun and aimed, "Yes, you can't live Andre... Sorry, we can't risk letting you go."

“FXXKYOU!FXXKYOU!”

Andre Sanchez was completely desperate, and struggled to open his hematoma's eyes and cursed at Old Mike's gun: "Murder an FBI agent? Haha, you and your boss will sooner or later be judged by justice!"

"We won't let the past happen again," Old Mike replied.

"You are worthy of talking about justice, too?" Franklin sneered.

"Shut up Nger! What justice is involved in dying a slave!?"

When people are about to die, Andre Sanchez is revealed, "No matter how much money APLUS makes, it's almost killed by us like a dog!"

"You fucking..." Franklin punched again.

"Check his hands!" Old Mike shouted suddenly.

Franklin went to break Andre Sanchez's clenched fist again, but couldn't get it away, so Carl also came to help, "What a cunning white guy..." After the two strong men used all their skills to finally get it away, they found that Andre Sanchez had quietly pulled off a button on his clothes while he was pushing him just now.

Old Mike pushed the gun away.

Andre Sanchez sat on the ground like soft mud, breathing heavily, and suddenly... he began to laugh wildly, and sang a song very hard at the moment when he was about to reach the end of his life, and actually used the tone of the classic worker song Solidarity Forever.

"I witnessed the glory of tracing the zoo with my eyes."

"We baptize ourselves with Nger's blood and other hybrids' blood."

"We want to overthrow the Jewish pseudo-government and defeat one Jew after another."

"The white man strode forward..."

'Bang!'

"FXXK! Fuck you!" Franklin was so angry that he snatched Old Mike's gun and pulled the trigger. The singing finally stopped.

"Check it out, go and bring the cement." Old Mike glanced at the bloody hole between Andre Sanchez's eyebrows, and then looked at the World Trade Center building with smoke in the distance. "It's a little wrong today." He immediately took the two of them to deal with the aftermath.

"Dang thang thang thang! Let's go through it again with your heart!"

Song Ya shouted loudly, and the rehearsal was having fun. Suddenly, the door of the practice room was knocked open by a silencer, "Yali!Yali!"

Why call me a nickname? So many people are looking at it, Song Yamien's face, "This is a serious symphony..."

“Watch…Watch TV…”

Are you Hayden? Forget it, there must be something urgent, Song Ya put down the baton and went out.

There were still many staff members running around in the corridor outside, saying, "World Trade Building? What's wrong... Give me, please Give me, thank you... OMG!"

When he squeezed into the TV where countless people covered their mouths and surrounded by tears, he happened to see a live broadcast of an airplane hitting the Twin Towers. The smoke and fire had been already shining. Has it been hit?

It turned out that it was because the plane disappeared? He suddenly remembered the scene in the MV of the Apocalypse song, the Heart of Empires, and the Twin Towers disappeared at that time.

It turned out to be today...

Song Ya was stunned and a song appeared in her mind:

From Ajinkul to Waterloo

From the Battle of Poitiers to the Battle of Anjou

From the Rose War to the Hundred Years' War

Traveling through the battlefield covered with blood and tears

Bosworth Battle to Oak Point landing

Stalingrad defense and the siege of Point York

Go to Gallipoli's bloody grass

Unstoppable craze

From the Battle of Bannockburn to the Battle of Austerlitz

The Fall of France and the Flash of Germany

The most cruel atrocities in the world

Europa's blood bears all this

The rebels have fought our land

In the Western World, Fighted by Trouble

All the origins of war

Europa, Europa

Find a bright future in our lifetime

In the name of kindness and inspiration

Lead us to obey higher calls

Battle of Leningrad and the Berlin Wall

The fall of Rome and Byzantine

Blitz and Dresden Nights

Drop a bomb,end this fight
Chapter completed!