Chicago 1990

Chapter 319: get away

Gunshots, subsequent gunshots from different directions, the screams and shouts of the crowd, messy footsteps, and the sound of broken glass poured into Song Ya's ears. r?a??nw?en??????????a`???

Because of the adrenaline, he was highly concentrated, and his arm subconsciously protected their heads.

"Ah!" Mariah Carey was frightened under him by a dolphin sound. This goal was so obvious that he had to cover her mouth roughly again.

There were small objects hitting the back, and suddenly there was a tingling pain in the back of the shoulder. He guessed it was shot. He just turned his head to observe the wound, but saw a speaker hanging on the wall smashed head-on, and quickly tightened his back muscles. ,'Ok! Fortunately, the speakers were not big, so he snorted.

Suddenly, the shoulders of his clothes were pulled by both hands, and the opponent pulled him in one direction with great strength.

"Work hard together, you are too heavy!" It was the voice of old Mike.

"You pull her." Song Ya let go of Mariah Carey, and Old Mike pulled her over. Suddenly she disappeared and fell under a step behind the small stage.

With no one under him, Song Ya was much freer in an instant, crawling to keep up with her elbows, and quickly turned over.

"Are you all right." Mariah Carey cried and threw herself into her arms.

"I, it's okay, Mike." Song Ya showed his back shoulder to old Mike.

"It's okay, it's a wooden thorn."

Old Mike checked, "My weapon is left at the door, we have to get out of here right away, follow me, bend over, hurry!"

He turned to lead the way, Song Ya bent over to protect Mariah Carey and follow Old Mike. The route he chose should be quite safe. Many people rushed in that direction like frightened animals.

"start running."

In fact, everything happened very quickly. The gunshots had become sporadic. The farther away it turned out, the direction of the stage suddenly became silent. Some men running in front were less panicked. They started to slow down and turn around frequently. , Song Yaxin was not that big, pulling Mariah Carey to closely follow Old Mike.

"Ah!" Mariah Kelly got her feet and lost one of her high heels.

Song Ya had to turn around and hugged her from the corner of her leg, walked through a door, then the aisle, and then came out on the street.

"A lot of people."

There were many people watching the excitement on the other side of the street. Old Mike opened half of his jacket. Song Ya bent over again, hiding himself and Maria’s face behind the old Mike’s open clothes. The three moved along the wall to one place. Behind a hidden corner.

Looking around the corner with the old Mike, there are already warning lights flashing, and there seems to be white light from the flash.

Song Yashu breathed a sigh of relief. It was nothing to be photographed by the reporter, and safety was the most important thing.

He lowered his head and found that Mariah Carey was looking at him with sparkling eyes. After meeting his eyes, he raised her head and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm going to put you down. It's safer over there, but there is reporter."

"No, I want you to hold it." She acted like a baby, full of alcohol.

Song Ya rolled off her remaining high-heeled shoe and let go, "Oh! You! There is water on the ground!" After she got down to the ground, she became angry and habitually hit Song Ya's arm.

"Oh!" Song Ya cried out now, with the wooden thorn still stuck in his back shoulder!

"You are injured!" She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "I'm sorry, does it matter?" Her hand leaned toward the wooden thorn, but she wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it.

Song Ya rolled his eyes and restrained the urge to press her against the wall and spank her.

"Are you going to leave?" Old Mike said.

The two people realized that he had taken off his jacket and looked at themselves helplessly.

Half a minute later, Song Ya and her covered their heads with their coats, and walked side by side behind Old Mike at a normal walking speed. Turning around the corner, they didn't seem to attract the attention of the reporters. Old Mike opened the back door of the car parked on the street. , The two immediately got in.

Old Mike started the car and disappeared into the night of Harlem.

"Don't touch that thorn." Old Mike threw a small first aid kit over while driving, "Check if there are any wounds elsewhere, and use the bandage inside to stop the bleeding."

Song Ya checked other parts of his body, and there was a long cut on his leg that was cut by glass. He was bleeding without mentioning it. He was so nervous at the time that he didn't feel at all. "Are you okay, mimi." Song Ya checked her body carefully again, um, unscathed, it was her ankle.

"I was really scared just now."

Mariah Carey opened the first aid kit quickly this time, took out the bandage and unscrambled it skillfully, "put the leg up." She patted her thigh, Song Ya put her leg on it, and she began to bandage the wound.

"You are very professional." Song Ya teased.

"If I don't become a singer, I might become a nurse." She was still proud.

"How is your ankle? Is it still hurting?" She was bandaged quickly, and she tied a beautiful knot, so Song Ya served her.

"Somewhat."

Song Ya helped her gently rubbing, "You really have a good deal with women, manly and gentle." She leaned back comfortably on the chair and looked at Song Yashiwei.

"I am not doing this for you, I am thinking about the insurance company, so as not to save them from paying you a lot of money for these legs." Song Ya joked.

"Hate." She lifted her other leg and gave Song Ya a hoof.

"I hate it? Do you dare to go to that kind of place in the future? Huh?"

"not going."

"Really not going?"

"Really."

"No, I want to keep a long memory for you."

"What are you doing? Don't, hahaha, I'm ticklish!"

"Taraji, ask the doctor to wait for us in Tribeca, it's okay... it's okay, just wait." Old Mike interrupted their laughter.

"Tribeca is a little far away?" Song Ya checked the scary wooden thorn on his shoulder again.

"You are not that vulnerable." Old Mike said. "If you are not afraid of the news, go to the hospital on the street."

"Ok."

Song Ya was reminded by him and returned to calm in an instant, "If the nightclub is monitored, I will be in trouble."

He clearly remembered that he dropped the microphone and dodged before the kid from gd pulled out the gun. If he was caught by the police, no, even if he was seen by the bragging daddy, there would be a big hidden danger. He was just on stage. Singing cruel words like'pierce the k-ci head with a 30-caliber', I did not expect to happen to the gd gunner who was revenge for Lori coming over to kill...

What's more, he's still a gunman I've seen before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That kid, don't be caught by the police or someone bragging about your father.

By the way, I don't know whether the bragging father is dead or alive... He felt that the first shot was directed at the bragging father.

However, gd even used automatic weapons, and the nightclubs are so dense, it is estimated that the casualties will never be small.

"Nightclubs in such places generally do not have internal surveillance. At least they claim that they are not, or the video is absolutely broken when they need to be watched. Of course, some shopkeepers will keep a copy for themselves, but generally they will not be released to the police. "Old Mike answered.

"Better not." Song Ya can only hope so.

The car drove steadily on the road. Old Mike turned on the radio. “It broke the news that there was a shooting incident in a nightclub in Harlem. The current order has been controlled by the police, but the casualties are still unclear. According to witnesses at the scene, There are many well-known singers in the nightclub. In addition to aplus, there are also the combination of Mary Blige and Jodeci..."

"I didn't mention your name." Song Ya was a little surprised.

"Miss Kelly did not appear in the eyes of most people." Old Mike said.

Song Ya thought for a while or dialed Motula's phone, "Mr. Motula, we may need the fastest public relations in advance... Well, Miss Kelly is okay, by my side."

He handed the phone to Mariah Carey, and the atmosphere between the two became a little subtle.

She answered the phone, "Tommy, I'm fine, uh, I have a cramp, and I will go home with Aplus. His doctor is already waiting... well, good."

"Huh?" She hung up the phone, and suddenly remembered, "We seem to have forgotten someone."

"Where is your assistant?" Song Ya also remembered.

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