19 January 1997.

Tomorrow is the inauguration of the Commander-in-Chief, and on the 20th, the tradition is not to be shaken, when the Commander-in-Chief will give a speech and have a grand parade on Pennsylvania Avenue between the White House and the Capitol.

From the news that Song Ya was shot and dying came out, there began to be small-scale disturbances, and on the ninth day after his operation, that is, on the evening of January 13, A+CN released the scene footage, and the riots in various places on the 14th escalated sharply, followed by the 15th, 16th, and 17th all-rice chaos. Politicians in the first-tier cities used thunderbolts, such as Peter Flock, who let the Illinois National Guard into downtown Chicago, and the news of Song Ya's escape from danger and the news of the transfer were duly released, so the situation was quickly suppressed.

The black group has made enough trouble, tired of making trouble, and on the whole did not cause the deaths and injuries, scale and breadth of the Rodney King case in 92, but the cityscape and shops in many cities still suffered huge losses, especially the 'epicenter' Chicago, in the helicopter panoramic shooting of the TV station, some urban areas were full of smoke, like the shocking picture of the ruins after the war, which was not lost to Los Angeles at all, of course, the affected area was not as large as Los Angeles at that time.

Mainly because of the split of the black elite in various places, in '92 was the elephant party in power, and in the election year, blacks generally lived in urban areas, and the politicians who supported it were naturally also the donkey party.

Now it has been replaced by the Donkey Party, which has no electoral pressure after winning......

After all, blacks are the Donkey Party's vote base, and the upper elites are mostly influenced by the Donkey Party, which is understandably timid, and if it weren't for Gordon's forced leak of those three seconds of footage on his evening news, the places would have been quieter.

Gordon had A+CN play the scene almost frame-by-frame, using arrows with the word 'APLUS' to mark the man in a black trench coat lying in the snow without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the white gunman with an illegible face riding a horse high above him, and the downward muzzle of the gun lit up with fire, as if the Ku Klux Klan was executing.

After this slow and repeated video was reproduced by other television stations, the stimulation of black people in the whole rice was too great, even if they supported the Donkey Party in private, it was always necessary to protest on the streets to show their attitude.

The former chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, four-star General Colin personally urged law enforcement to solve the case as soon as possible, and even the position is more conservative than that of the fundamentalist whites of the Constitution, and the only black justice of the Supreme Court believes that 'any discrimination on the basis of race is a discriminatory act prohibited by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution, even if the motive is well-intentioned', and 'should be wary of the self-righteous formulation of racial policies by a few elites', 'don't do anything to us, if the black man can't stand up on his own, then let him lie on his stomach!' Cleren Thomas, through his assistants, complained to the outside world.

"You're brave, Gordon."

The University of Chicago Medical Center on Maryland Avenue is very satisfied with the media revealed that the APLUS family insisted on transferring to the hospital, and the top hospitals also need advertising effects, and Song Ya can enjoy a specially customized intensive care unit here, which is quiet and easy to guard, and is large enough to put a reception sofa, a coffee table, a new TV, and an old-fashioned vinyl record player.

Gordon and Linda came to visit in the evening, and when they left, Old Michael took the rare initiative to hug Gordon and praised, "Next...... Is there a plan? He asked.

"Well, there are a lot of invitations from organizations...... I prefer the position of director of the National Council for People of Color, what do you think? ”

Gordon asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, I'm white." Old Mike squinted and replied stiffly.

"Haha!"

Gordon laughed heartily, took one last look at APLUS on the hospital bed, and sighed imperceptibly, "Let's go, Linda." He comforted Linda, who was sobbing again, "We're gone, Mike, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye."

Watching the two black elites leave the ward with heavy steps, Old Mac sat back on the couch and cut his newspaper alone.

Life went on, the boy was in a coma for half a month, and there were very few people gathered outside the ward, only a small group of visiting guests, mayors, governors, party whips, politicians, black elites, and white professional managers......

The boys' 'girlfriends' came one after another, Mira, Charis, ...... And so on, crying, companionship, talking to the boy who didn't respond, and finally saying goodbye in frustration.

Amy and Hallie also left Chicago to work on their own careers.

Sloane began traveling all over the country, helping Littleman Press promote educational films.

Since the medical center is in the Hyde Park area, Aunt Susie and her aunt will go back to their home not far to sleep at night and come back during the day, and Xue Linfen, who lives in Highland Park, will take the two children alone, and will come less frequently.

The scissors in Mike's hand hung in the air, and his eyes were on the newspaper's 'The death toll in the APLUS shooting has risen again, and the second seriously injured bodyguard has been pronounced dead ten days later. The page lingered for a long time, and Mawota finally didn't survive and died.

With a blank face, he cut out the news and collected it in his small notebook.

"I didn't ...... There are no reservations. The sound of a silencer sounded outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"It's me, Mike." It turned out that Mariah Carey was over.

"Come in."

Old Mike opened the door and let in Mariah Carey, who was holding little Rhaegar in his arms.

"Remind Miss Kelly, we only have three hours, Mike." Her agent, Sandy Gren, said outside the door: "I'm going back to New York tomorrow to run the announcement." ”

“OK。”

Old Mike closed the door.

"Look, it's Daddy."

Mariah Carey placed the bouquet on the bedside table and carefully hung her son over Songya's head, and little Rhaegar's fat hand touched her father's short stubble and then retracted it.

"What did the doctor say?"

Mariah Carey asked, snorting to hold back tears.

"It's all a bunch of useless idiots." Old Mac continued to fiddle with his newspaper.

Mariah Carey looked at the old man, feeling that he would not look up at this side for a while, quietly leaned down, pouted and kissed Song Ya on the lips, and then observed for a while, "It seems that you are not the frog prince......" she said to herself.

"What?" Old Mike didn't hear clearly, thinking he was talking to himself.

"Nothing, okay?" She wanted to put little Rega on Song Ya's chest.

"Don't do that, Susie started bleeding again last time from his stitched wound." Old Mike hurried to stop it.

"Oh."

Mariah Carey spent more than two hours in the ward, mainly teasing her son to pass the time, and then asked Sandy Gren to knock on the door to remind her to leave.

"Are you here by private jet? Miss Kelly. Old Michael asked suddenly.

"Well, the trip is in a hurry......"

"Take me with you, just in time to go to Tribeca and get some of his personal belongings back, along the way." Mike stood up with his arm on his back.

Mariah Carey seemed to realize something, looked at Old Mac with a complicated expression, tried to speak several times, but her lips moved, and finally she didn't ask much, "OK, no problem." She agreed.

"Hmm."

Old Mike simply put his things away, "Muffler, I'll be here for you for the time being, I'll be back soon, can you do it?" He asked about the silencer that replaced Mawota.

The silencer nodded and beat his chest, because he was not there with Tony on the day of the shooting, he was very guilty, and he had conquered old Mac with his performance these days.

"Well, stay at the door, except for Susie, they won't let anyone in without an appointment."

Old Michael gave a few words and followed Mariah Carey and Sandy Glenn in front.

The hospital was very quiet late at night, except for the echo of Mariah Carey's high heels in the hallway.

The group got in the car and rushed to the airport.

"I didn't expect things to turn out like this......"

Mariah Carey suddenly said to Old Mike, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Old Mac didn't answer, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Or the Gulfstream 4SP, old Mike walked into the cabin that he was once very familiar with, and he saw the small table in front of Mariah Carey's exclusive seat full of scripts, "This is your new song?" He asked.

"Hmm."

"Butterfly, butterfly? Very beautiful name...... May I? Old Mike picked out one and gestured to her.

"Please ...... it"

The plane soon rose into the night sky of Chicago.

When you love someone so deeply

When you genuinely love someone deeply

They become your life

He invisibly becomes the whole of your life

It's easy to succumb overwhelming fears inside

Therefore, it is easy to have a strong entanglement in the heart of fear of loss

Blindly I imagined I could

I blindly thought I could

Keep you under glass

Imprison you under a glass bottle

Now I understand to hold you

Now I realize that I need to hold your heart tight

I must open up my hand

Instead, I had to open my hands

And watch you rise

Let you fly

Old Mike habitually put on earplugs, watching the lyrics gradually close his eyes and let out a slight snoring sound.

He didn't hear little Legar's crying, and dreamed of that day, the boy stood alone on the mound, opening his arms like butterflies to the construction site in the distance, he knew the boy's dedication very well, and he could probably understand the boy's happy mood at this time, the TV station and the record company were getting bigger and bigger, everything was flapping its wings and flying to new heights, and when he did all this, the boy was only twenty-two years old.

He rolled his eyes, he had already seen the few horseback cowboys in the distance, it was the farmers and herdsmen nearby, probably what kind of sweet dream of oil was coming out of the field......

Having met twice before, he didn't care, and when the shots rang out, it was too late.

He began to feel guilty again, and before he knew it, his hand loosened, and the manuscript gently floated to the ground.

"Come on, I'm going to kill me."

Mariah Carey got up to hand her son over to the nanny, hesitated as she passed by Old Mike, picked up the paper on the floor and returned to her seat, looking out of the porthole with her cheeks in a blank look.

"Miss Kelly, sleep, or it's going to be hard tomorrow when you go on stage." The female assistant persuaded.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

Spread your wings and prepare to fly

Fly your wings and get ready to fly

For you have become a butterfly

You have transformed into a beautiful flower butterfly

Fly abandonly into the sun

Fly to the rising sun

If you should return to me

If fate brings you back to me

We truly were meant to be

That proves that we are a match made in heaven

So spread your wings and fly

So fly high

Butterfly

Flower butterflies

'In the new millennium, we have a bright new future in human affairs, a moment that will determine the direction in which we are going and our character, for decades ......'

On the twentieth, New York, which is unique to the scenery, the city government successfully reached a tacit agreement with Jazzy and Damon Dash, and also suppressed the inner city broadcaster, they only missed Spike Lee, and the blacks still took to the streets under the director's appeal, but the overall peace, under Giuliani's early vigilance, was far less intense than in other cities.

On the Upper East Side, the TV in the room was playing the Commander's inaugural speech, but no one was in the mood to care, and Motura sat behind the boss's desk with a relaxed smile, his lawyer on the side, and two New York City Police Department detectives opposite.

"Your only option now is to turn yourself in."

The detective threatened: "The New York police have wiped out the Colombo family, their two bosses have long been imprisoned by Mayor Giuliani, one is one hundred and thirty-six years in prison, one is a hundred years, they are finished, the mafia forces behind you are finished, Tommy." ”

"It's not about my client, I mean while Tommy is rumored to be having an affair with the mafia, I swear he's definitely a law-abiding city name, but he happens to be of Italian descent and that's it." The lawyer replied.

"Don't play stupid, look at this."

The detective threw a document on the table, "The Beverly Hills driver has confessed to you, Tommy Motula, you hired him through Anthony Pelicano, and other minor characters involved in the surveillance of APLUS at the time have also arrived, all in all, he has done it all." You also once greeted the Colombo family through Anthony Pelicano, and asked them to send his subordinate McTowney to gather men and horses to Chicago to wait for the opportunity to assassinate APLUS for a second time......"

"It's all framed, Anthony Pelicano is dead in vain...... As for McTowny? The bank robber who was shot dead by the FBI in a motel? Could he still be able to rejuvenate and confess this? ”

The lawyer nodded disdainfully at the document, "It's full of loopholes, we don't accept fraud, the court has to talk about evidence." ”

"Don't accept trades?" The detective asked.

"No, Tommy is innocent, it's ridiculous to turn himself in or something." The lawyer formally refused with Motula's consent.

"Cut, the desire to survive is really strong." The other detective looked down and muttered something quietly.

"What?" The lawyer did not hear clearly.

"It's nothing, then we'll take our leave, and we'll bring an arrest warrant next time we come back." The two detectives didn't say much, put away the papers, and got up to leave.

"I'll send them." The lawyer followed.

When they all left the room, Motura was instantly deflated and fell into her chair.

He watched the inauguration for a while, and people were already parading the Commander and his wife around Pennsylvania, and the roadside could still be seen protesting graffiti by troublemakers who had not been cleaned up.

He thought that Jesse Jackson, the leader of black equality, had been clamoring for a long time, and the Donkey Party wanted to upgrade Washington, D.C., to a state, which would be equivalent to two more seats for the Donkey Party in the Senate and the House of Representatives, and the Party was frantically boycotting.

Ridiculously politically dumped and boring, he began to change channels, stopping at the MTV station where Mariah Carey sang a new song Live, he often enjoyed it alone behind his back, put down the remote control, "too little, wear too little......" sipping brandy while watching and complaining.

Well? Seems too quiet outside? got up and went to open the door, inside and out, the bodyguards in front of and behind the house suddenly disappeared.

"Damn it!"

After looking around, he cursed and lifted the corner of the curtain, saw the lawyer and the detective still standing outside the door talking, relieved slightly, strode back to the room, and dialed a number.

"I have been informed that as of today, Epic Records can no longer bear any costs for your personal security." The person on the other end of the line replied.

"At least say hello to me in advance!" He scolded.

"Sorry, Tommy, you know, I was just on orders......"

"Forget it."

Motura hung up the phone impatiently, took a long sip of wine from her neck, and called Howard Stringer again.

Feeling a little dizzy all of a sudden? Probably due to anxiety, no one answered, and he couldn't wait, so he dialed a familiar private security company.

'Click. ’

The landline spring was suddenly pressed by a finger.

He looked up and saw a black face, close at hand.

couldn't help but be startled, and sat down in the boss's chair, "You...... You ......"

The door to the room slowly shut, and another black man behind the door appeared.

"Ho......" He found himself having trouble breathing and his head was getting more dizzy, "Ho-ho...... You ......" his hand trembled and pointed to the brandy on the table.

The two black men in suits did not answer, one silently fiddled with the location of the documents on the desk, looked for the key to open the drawer and searched carefully, and the other put the wine glass with the wine into the small plastic bag he brought with him, and then took out a new glass that was exactly the same and poured half a new glass again.

"Tommy......

Old Mike's white beard emerged from the shadows, and he looked coldly at Motula, who was still writhing and struggling, and sat down across from him, calmly admiring the scene.

"You...... Ha ha! ”

Motura recognized him, APLUS's personal bodyguard, and understood everything, in fact, after he got the suspicious death of Anthony Pelicano, why didn't he have a premonition of this day?

He laughed in a voice that was almost dumb, "You are asking for trouble by appearing with me in person!" ”

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I just trust my eyes."

Old Mac looked at the two black men arranged by Downwood's chief of staff, Doug, very mysterious, but judging from the techniques and proficiency in doing such things, as well as the obviously well-educated conversation and accent during the conversation before the operation, it should have come from some intelligence unit, and he really shouldn't have left a hidden danger together, but......

It really doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter.

He just wants to see the other party stop breathing in front of him, not make a deal with some big person, fake his death, and then spend the rest of his life in seclusion and tranquility on a small island abroad.

A black man cleaned up the table, took out the bottle of sleeping pills, and unscrewed the cap.

Motula grabbed herself by the neck, gulping down as much fresh air as she could, her eyes despairing.

I don't know what was put in the wine just now, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my brain almost stops working.

I felt like I was being pinched open by a rubber gloved hand.

The last scene that came to mind was APLUS's personal bodyguard baring his teeth, tensing his facial muscles, and nodding slightly with his eyes on himself with great enjoyment.

"Turn ...... TELL APLUS, I'M ...... Wait for him in hell. ”

His head was tilted to one side, his hands hanging limply, and he swayed on the outside of the armrests of his seat.

I have learned that beauty

I realized beauty

Has to flourish in the light

It's in the sun that it shines

Wild horses ride unbridled

Mustang galloped uninhibited

Or their spirit dies

is where the spirit of freedom lies

You have given me the courage

You gave me courage

To be all that I can

So that I can conquer everything about myself

And I truly feel your heart will

I believe in your heart from the bottom of my heart

Lead you back to me when you're

will lead you back to my arms

Ready to land

When you are ready to stay for true love

Spread your wings and prepare to fly

Fly your wings and get ready to fly

For you have become a butterfly

You have transformed into a beautiful flower butterfly