Chapter 92 Stormtrooper

Things were not as normal as Al said, and the two dared not stick their heads out of the window. They didn't want to be the unlucky ones who were hit by stray bullets and made news, so they just lay on the window sill and watched carefully.

A few minutes after the shooting, several police cars drove over, and the uniformed police officers began to put up warning tape at the alley of the sales point. The two paparazzi who harassed Song Ya downstairs were also stopped by the police officers to take notes.

After chatting with the uniformed police officers for a few words, four white men who appeared to be in plain clothes rushed straight into the building where the recording studio was located.

"People from GD ran into our building?"

Song Ya's heart skipped a beat, he didn't want to take in any 'one of his own', "Go and close the outer door," he said to Al.

Al, who went to close the door, came back in a short while, with his hands raised high, and a gun was pointed at his forehead.

"Police!"

The man with the gun held up a police shield badge in the other hand, "All against the wall! Put your head in your hands!" He shouted: "We suspect that drug dealers are hiding here!"

"Hey! You can't just enter the private property, where is the search warrant!?" Delay came out of the recording studio to protest.

"Shut up!" He was pushed against the wall by a strong bald white man, "Let you lean against the wall! Didn't you hear!?"

"You guys are entering illegally. Our lawyer is upstairs. Hey! Big A! Go call Goodman!" Delay saw Big A and his younger brother who were walking from the next door to watch the excitement, and shouted quickly road.

Big A was very clever, turned around and ran out, but unfortunately he didn't make it. He was forced back by two people guarding the corridor with two guns.

Song Ya leaned against the wall, put her head in her hands, and counted calmly, 1, 2, 3, 4, the four white men who broke in should be the four plainclothes men who rushed into the building just now.

Big A and his younger brother were also driven into the A+ record, and the last plainclothes man closed the door and locked it.

"There seems to be something wrong, APLUS!" Big A yelled, holding his head, not to mention his old world, even Song Ya could see that something was wrong. This is not a policeman, it is simply a robber.

"You are APLUS?" The bald man seemed to be the leader of the group of four. He drove everyone to a wall, made them stand facing the wall with their heads in their arms, and then walked up to Song Ya, "We suspect that there are drug dealers hiding Entered here, please cooperate with the investigation!"

"You are entering illegally, wait to receive my lawyer's complaint!" Song Ya put her hands on the back of her head and looked at him coldly.

"I'll wait." The bald man didn't care, "Sean, watch out! You two, search this place carefully!" He ordered his subordinates.

One of the two men rushed into the control room and recording studio, and the other rushed into Song Ya's office, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

"Hey! Hold on to the record player! It's got our master tape in it!"

Dilai yelled worriedly, and was hit on the back by the butt of a gun from the plainclothes man named Sean, "Quiet! Can't understand English!?"

"I'll sue you! Wait for the lawsuit and lose your job!" DeLay roared.

"Don't..." Big A finally got the hang of it, "Don't mess with Delay...they are stormtroopers."

"It's good to know, NGer." Sean blurted out discriminatory terms, without the caution of an official.

Big A spat on the ground.

Sean directly gave him a gun butt in the back of the neck, which was much harder than Delay. Big A was hit by this heavy blow and fell to his knees, moaning in pain.

Song Ya has heard of the stormtroopers in Big A's mouth, which is the name of all gangs for the Chicago Anti-Drug and Anti-Organized Crime Special Operations Squad.

The guys in front of me are the ones fighting drugs and gang crime on the front line. After the initial painful casualties of playing by the rules, their style of acting has become more and more extreme, and the quality of their players has become lower and lower. What are "gifts (drugs)" planted, black people eat black people, half-caught and half-robbed, swallowed stolen goods, and even united with some "interested" gangs to pull sideways in gang wars,

They can do it all.

Because their team members are all white and they are so lawless, it is natural that various acts of racial discrimination are indispensable. Even gangsters use this nickname from the NZAI stormtroopers to describe them, which shows their ferocity and deterrence.

"Clear!" The person who searched the recording studio came out to report, "It's so fucking clean, the musicians didn't even find the 'cigarette (leaf)'."

"Clear..."

Another person came out of Song Ya's office, "There is only one safe left that cannot be opened."

"Search!" The bald man first searched Song Ya up and down, then pushed him into the office and locked him again.

Facing alone this strong man with a neck thicker than his head, who looked like a wild boar and was always ready to rush towards someone, Song Ya was completely at a loss. The other party regarded the law as unmistakable, could he really be sure of himself? Now I am a person who can talk and laugh with the federal congressman and the wife of the Cook County state attorney. Even if the other party is planted with a "gift", the court's offense and defense will last for several years.

"Open the safe."

"Give me your ID." Song Ya glanced at the messy office, suppressed her anger, and said calmly to the other party.

The bald man smiled, took out his ID from his pocket, opened it and waved it in front of his eyes, 'Detective Vic McKee, Captain of Anti-drug and Anti-Organized Crime Special Operations Squad, Chicago Police Department', "The Big Star Really? Want revenge? Don't worry, you won't. Open the safe! Quick!"

He put the papers back and pulled the safety on the pistol.

Song Ya had no choice but to take out the key and open her safe.

There was nothing in it, just a few rolls of cash, about three or four thousand dollars, a notepad that I used often, and valuables such as a gold watch from Old Joe.

Vic McGee took off the rubber band of the money, put his nose on the face of the ticket and took a deep breath, probably sniffing the smell of drugs.

"It's really clean ah?" He didn't smell anything, threw the money on the boss's desk, sat carelessly on Song Ya's chair, and began to look through the notepad carefully.

Song Ya couldn't understand this move, what is the other party looking for?

He took this opportunity to look around the office, and sure enough, his books, and the resumes of those singers were all turned over, and the papers were scattered all over the place.

"They're definitely not here to chase drug dealers." He thought to himself, "If they were doing things for GD's opponents, they should have given me some 'gifts' to frame me."

He carefully scrutinized the other person's appearance, Caucasian, blue eyes, Vic McGee... "Huh?" A girl suddenly appeared in his mind, Vic McGee, Cassity McGee, both had blue eyes, God! This is not the father to avenge the daughter! Hello! You are playing too much! ?

'Snapped. ’ The notepad was also thrown on the table by the other party, and Vic McGee flicked the photo of Song Ya and Congressman Underwood in the photo frame, "You have a lot of friends, ah?"

"It's good that you know, I know a lot of big people." Song Ya tried to calm him down.

"Hmph..." Vic McGee smiled disdainfully and stood up. He was about half a head shorter than Song Ya, so he could only raise his head and look at Song Ya. of……"

Song Ya stared into his eyes, as if he understood something.

"But this time, you passed." Vic McGee put the gun back, "Peter sends you his greetings."

Peter, that's Peter Flock, Cook County State's Attorney, Alicia Flock's husband, so...

"Also, I'm very satisfied with your refusal of Kasiti, keep it up, keep an eye on your black ass, and stay as far away from my daughter as possible."

Vic McGee picked up the cash on the table and shook it at Song Ya.

"You keep it." Song Ya saw through the other party's mind.

Vic McGee grinned and put the cash into his pocket, "Close the team!" He left the office and swaggered away with the three team members.

"I'm calling Goodman!" Delay rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Forget it." Song Ya pressed the reed of the receiver to stop him from making calls, "That's it." He said to Al: "Take Big A to the hospital and don't tell anyone about it."

"WTF!?" Big A's younger brother was unhappy.

"I understand, I understand..." Big A struggled to get up, "I'm fine, just rest for a while, we can't afford to mess with the stormtroopers, let's just act as if nothing happened..."