Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

The Queen.

Griselda Blanco was enjoying a delicious lunch in a restaurant.

Sitting opposite her were Gilbert Jurelul and Pacio Herrera, the four leaders of the Colombian Cali Group.

Just now, Blanco talked about the unexpected and generous rewards from coming to New York, and more ideas suddenly came to Gilbert's mind.

"Sorry, let's go to the bathroom~"

"Please do it~"

Blanco watched the two people go away with a smile in his eyes, put down the tableware in his hands, and waved to the middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time not far away.

The middle-aged man she sent to New York to inquire about information and send money to the security company sat silently next to Blanco and whispered.

"Are you going back today?"

"Originally, we were leaving tonight~"

"But now... Gilbert's heart is moved, so I don't have to be in such a hurry to leave New York."

The middle-aged man didn't know what Blanco and the three of them talked about.

But he knew that since Blanco didn't say anything, he couldn't ask~

"...What else do you need me to do?"

"I want to stay in New York for a few more days~"

"Please help me book a few more rooms at the hotel so that our people can move in first~"

"Tell them to be low-key and honest!"

"ok~"

Blanco nodded and picked up the tableware again.

The middle-aged man stood up, looked around, and walked out of the restaurant quickly.

The middle-aged man is gone.

After a while.

Gilbert and Pazio came back slowly.

Blanco swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Shall we...continue?"

Gilbert also raised his glass with a smile and nodded: "I'm glad to be able to cooperate with you ~ Cheers!"

"Haha~ Cheers!"

"Ding ~"

The two wine glasses clinked in the air, and the crisp sound represented the tacit understanding between the two that had deepened.

After putting down the wine glass.

Blanco and Gilbert began more in-depth exchanges and negotiations.

"We are going to have a good talk with Pablo after we go back~"

"The Los Angeles market in the United States belongs to him, and New York belongs to me!"

"Miami belongs to you, Houston belongs to us together~"

"In other American cities, who can capture more market share depends on their own abilities~"

Blanco, who had already been mentally prepared for this, nodded readily.

Seeing her agreeing so readily, Gilbert continued speaking more directly.

"You have gained a lot from your visit to New York this time. We have a market here. We will need your help in re-establishing the sales network in the future!"

"So I think, from now on, you will be responsible for our cargo transportation in the United States~"

"We will not take the initiative to snatch away your existing sales network and customers in the United States and New York. We will only develop new potential customers or distributors~"

"And the price of the goods we give you will drop by 5% - 10% compared to the market price in the same period!"

Gilbert's words were very sincere.

Nowadays, more than 30% of the imported drug goods in Blanco’s hands are provided by the Cali Group~

The reduction in the overall purchase price, coupled with the domestic transportation costs in the United States, is enough for Blanco to make a lot of money~

However, Gilbert's next words made Blanco feel even more happy. .

“I established several import and export trading and real estate development companies in Colombia~”

"We can also have some cooperation in other business areas~"

"For example...what do you think about real estate development in Florida?"

Blanco couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said: "Foreign real estate development companies do not have an advantage in developing real estate in Florida~"

“I think it’s better to set up a joint venture company to jointly invest in some real estate development projects~”

"Haha~ good!"

"As for the import and export trading company you mentioned~"

"I can help you find lower-priced high-quality goods here in the United States, or some second-hand goods, and let you ship them back to Colombia or other countries for sale~"

"Such as...household appliances, automobiles, chemicals, textiles, mechanical equipment, electronic instruments, etc."

Gilbert's eyes sparkled a little, and he continued teasingly: "Where are the arms? You can't get them too, can you?"

Blanco couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "That thing is so eye-catching~ Are you living too comfortably and want to cause trouble for yourself?"

"Hehe~"

Both of them laughed at this nonsense joke. .

Selling arms. .What's the profit?

Any businessman with a little bit of brains can understand that the profits a ton of cocaine can bring can equal the profits of a train of arms and equipment. .

Besides, Blanco and Gilbert have more or less heard of and come into contact with arms smuggling businessmen.

Nine out of ten of them on this American continent are pawns controlled by the US government and the CIA. .

Therefore, if you compete with people like them, you are competing with the CIA~

After the joke, though.

The two looked at each other and thought of a question at the same time.

Before Blanco could speak, Gilbert asked: "Has anyone from CIA contacted you?"

"..No~"

"Haha~ I don't have any here either~"

"...I think we will get to know them!"

Regarding this, Blanco, who had been prepared for this, shook his head and smiled: "I am now half American, living in the United States!"

"Cia, you can't control me~"

"Only the FBI and DEA can cause trouble for me~"

"It's you who should be more careful!"

"Haha~Thank you!"

"You're welcome~"

. . .

Lunch was over and business was done.

What's left is the purpose of following Pacio to New York~

Blanco picked up a small spoon, picked up the dessert, took a small bite, looked at Gilbert and asked.

"You...have made a decision about Rondono's death?"

Gilbert didn't answer and turned to look at Pazio beside him.

That stupid damn Londono was the person Pacio brought into the Cali Group. In order to show respect for his partner Pacio, Gilbert wanted to hear his opinion first.

The exquisite man Pacio picked up the wine glass and thought quickly in his mind.

It is not difficult to see from Blanco’s performance that Londono’s death must have something to do with her~

However, in the past two years, Rondono has not been popular within the Cali Group.

His increasing drug addiction caused him to spend half a day every day in a state of excitement and confusion, half asleep and half awake.

Therefore, even if Londono did not do anything stupid this time, Pacio would one day be unable to help but find a reason to kill him. .

but!

Cleaning up the family yourself, and having an outsider seek revenge and kill him are completely different things!

After taking two sips of wine, Pacio glanced at Blanco, then turned to Gilbert and said, "It just so happens that we need to buy some goods in New York."

"How about...you go back first? I'll handle this in New York!?"

Gilbert looked at Pazio deeply for a few seconds, nodded slightly and said, "Okay!"

Blanco took a napkin, wiped the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I also want to stay in New York for a few more days~"

"Pazio, if you need my help for anything, you can contact me!"

"ok~I will!"

"Then...gentlemen, I'll take my leave now!?"

Gilbert stood up and laughed heartily: "Hahaha~ When you go back to Colombia, don't forget Cali and our friends!"

"Definitely~!"

"goodbye!"

"Goodbye~!"

Blanco is gone.

Gilbert sat down again, signaled to the waiter to pay, and then asked Pazio in a low voice.

"You... It's okay to stay in New York, but you must be careful~!"

Pacio showed a charming smile, patted Big Brother on the shoulder, and comforted: "Don't worry! Don't forget, I was once a New Yorker! Haha~"

"...Okay~"

In each other's eyes, both of them saw another meaning that the other person had not said.

----

New Jersey.

Located in an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs of Newark, just over half an hour's drive from New York.

Giles and Bloomer were wearing safety helmets, gathered around an electrical engineer sent by IBM, and listened carefully to his explanation.

"Based on the plan we received before and the data from my on-site survey~"

“The renovation project here is not complicated!”

"After replacing many old circuits and wires in the factory, it can fully bear the daily load of five groups of large computers~"

"We only need to clean up a corner of the factory building here first, and after isolating it, we can install the two sets of large computers that were shipped here~"

Giles looked at the map in the engineer's hand and looked at the busy construction site not far away.

After listening, Blumer waved to the on-site person in charge of da construction company who was waiting not far away: "How are you doing here? Are there any difficulties?"

The person in charge who was named by Polly to supervise the data center renovation project assured with a smile.

"I have already communicated with Mr. Engineer. In another week, we can complete the renovation and decoration of the first site!"

"A week?" Blumer looked at the engineer.

"What about you? How long does it take to debug?"

"Almost, it will take a week..."

"Two weeks?"

Blumer lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, pulled Giles who was looking at the drawings, and said, "Don't look at it yet!"

"Two weeks... is too long!"

"We need to think of more ways to shorten it!"

Giles blinked, handed the drawing in his hand to the engineer, put the helmet on his head that was one size larger, and spread his hands.

"What can we do?"

"You...use your brain to think of a solution!! What's the use of just spreading your hands?"

Giles curled his lips helplessly, looked at the person in charge of the project, and asked, "Is there any way you can shorten the construction period?"

"..have!"

"Oh? How long can it be shortened?"

The person in charge looked back at the busy workers, took a breath and said, "I can guarantee that we will double the number of workers... in four days!"

“The initial renovation project can be completed in four days!”

"it is good!"

Before Giles could speak, Bloomer took the lead and made the decision, loudly saying, "You should contact Polly now, and we will pay all the extra expenses! Go quickly!"

"..ok~"

The person in charge of the project left happily. .

Giles and Bloomer looked at the electrical engineer at the same time, as if they had found a solution to the problem. .

The engineer shook the drawing in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "The debugging problem on my side cannot be solved by just adding more manpower."

Giles frowned and asked: "Then... how about we find a suitable venue for you and do some pre-debugging work?"

"This... we have never done this in advance..."

"Then try something new!"

"You first use one of the computer sets that has been shipped to conduct debugging experiments~"

"I'll go find your boss and talk about this!"

"Ask him to help you send more manpower, and even if a computer set is shipped here, it will not delay your on-site installation and debugging work in four days!"

The engineer blinked and opened his mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. .

this. .How else can I ask him to answer?

"...Okay~"

"Okay! Hahaha ~ thank you man!"

After Giles laughed and thanked the engineer, he took Bloomer and walked towards the construction site again.

After the two of them walked around in a big circle and took in all the changes here, they quickly walked out of the factory, got in the car, and headed towards New York.

. . .

on the way.

Giles took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote and drew for a while, and then said to Bloomer.

"I saw when I was attending a meeting in San Francisco that your father has a good relationship with the Under Secretary of the Treasury?"

"Yes~"

"Then you go to Washington immediately and help collect more historical data from government statistics~"

"I'll go to various investment banks and newspapers in New York to find some economic data that may be useful~"

"We can save a lot of time by working separately."

"..good!"

Bloomer looked at the book in Giles' hand and solemnly accepted the job. .

Time~

What were they doing the past few days?

No one knows how much time God has left for them and Professor Armstrong Bartlet? !

They can only strive for more after their deep awakening at this time. .time!

----

Manhattan area.

The entrance to Smith & Wollensky Steakhouse.

David opened the car door for Livlin, and after the two got in the car, the car went straight to Rockefeller Center.

on the way.

Livlin, who seemed a little silent, looked out the window and asked David in a murmur.

"After today, will you come to me to play again?"

"Well... Leslie and I are both good friends with you, so of course we will play with you!"

"Haha~ don't deal with me, David!"

"...Okay~ If I have time, I will come to you!"

"Have time? Then when you have time, will you go to Lilith?"

David was quite speechless at Livlin's idiotic question. .

He patted his thigh and said, "You know?"

"Of course ~ your engagement is not a military secret..."

"I understand, isn't it strange?"

"Don't you welcome me to attend?"

"Welcome! Of course you are welcome~!"

Livlin tilted her head, looked at David sideways, and smiled with an expression on her face as if she had seen through everything.

"I know, I don't like people~"

"Giles and the others are like this, Leslie is like this, and you are like this too!"

"But you were my first friend in New York, David!"

"I think... I don't want you to look at me like other people do!"

These few words of Livlin gave David the feeling that a lonely and weird little girl who lacked love had finally found a friend to whom he could talk. .

He looked into Livlin's eyes seriously, nodded slowly and said: "ok~"

"Since you really consider me a friend~"

"As long as it doesn't cause any misunderstanding between you and Leslie~"

"You can come and play with me anytime you have time!"

"Or, you can also accompany me to discuss business, meet clients, and work like today~"

"..real?"

"Of course~"

"Hahaha~ Okay! We are committed!"

There was a hint of a successful conspiracy in Livlin's smile.

David could only shake his head and smile bitterly, and get over the situation in front of him first. .

As for the follow-up. .

That's time to give Leslie a headache!

hehe~

. . .

On the street of Rockefeller Center, David watched Livlin enter the building before letting out a long breath.

"Let's... go back to Stanley~"

Giovanni, who was sitting in the driver's seat, raised his eyebrows at David with a smirk: "Don't worry, I didn't hear anything I shouldn't have~"

"I shouldn't say it, and I won't say it to anyone!"

David directly reached out and patted Giovanni on the head, laughing and scolding: "Stop talking nonsense, just drive honestly!"

"Hahaha~ I understand! I understand everything~"

Giovanni turned the steering wheel and made a zipper gesture on his mouth towards David in the rearview mirror. .

David rolled his eyes, let himself slump in the back seat, looked out the window, and began to be in a daze. .

----

Manhattan area.

Near Central Park, in the lobby on the first floor of the Plaza Hotel on 59th Street.

The hotel manager shook hands with Harold Stone, the New York FBI director who came to the door, and said goodbye, then watched the two people walk out of the hotel door with a smile.

This Mr. Stone is surprisingly polite~

Some of the demands he made were not particularly unacceptable~

The Plaza Hotel is originally a service industry that opens its doors to welcome guests from all over the world~

All kinds of celebrities and dignitaries come to the hotel, which is a great thing~

The FBI, as the largest law enforcement agency in the country, requires hotels to cooperate with their work. Who can refuse?

Of course, this is not a question of whether you can refuse, but whether it is necessary to refuse ~

If the FBI's request is rejected, it may not directly cause losses to the Plaza Hotel, but there are simply not too many disgusting and dirty tricks they can use~!

. . .

The hotel manager watched Mr. Harold Stone and the two get into the car. After shaking his head slightly, he was going to find a phone number and inform the boss first~

. . .

In the car on the street.

Harold Stone sat in the driver's seat, started the car, glanced at CIA director Ezra Cremo sitting in the passenger seat, and whispered.

"Have you received the specific time schedule?"

"..not yet!"

"fxxx! Do they have shit in their heads?"

"Are we, the front-line operators, supposed to know the schedule at the last moment?"

Claymore spread his hands with a helpless expression and said: "We are all the same~ You can scold my boss all you want...but I can't chase after him and ask questions all the time..."

Mr. Stone held the steering wheel tightly and gritted his teeth hard. The veins on his temples popped up and down. .

"People from Washington, when will we arrive?"

"They...should come over the day before the guests arrive in New York..."

"Then... I need to inform the New York police about this~"

"We have too few people!"

"Without the cooperation of the New York Police, we would not be able to guarantee that many temporary accidents would be foolproof~"

Claymore tapped his fingers on the door armrest a few times, nodded slowly and said, "Okay~ You can inform me!"

"Is that...Hardman?"

"No! Hardman is busy running for mayor of New York~"

"I'm going to find Matthews~"

"Matthews..." Claymore muttered the name in his mouth and turned to another topic.

"Dude, I heard... you started dating again?"

Mr. Stone looked forward, with a sneer on his lips: "If you have something to say, just say it~"

"Haha~Otis Parker is a person who has been on the CIA's key observer list all year round."

"Those two he recruited for you... Cardinal, they are also on our side~"

"For you, ordinary dates, fun, etc., it doesn't matter~"

"But you... don't really want anything to happen between you and them, right?"

Mr. Stone looked at the red light not far away, slowly stopped the car, turned his head to look at Claymo, and sneered.

"Observed?"

"Otis Parker is in New York, not in Europe. What are you observing?"

"Red Bird, what's wrong?"

"Do you have evidence of their crimes? Why don't you arrest them?"

Claymore choked on his words. .

He felt as if his kind reminder to Harold Stone actually made him a villain. .

"Man, I... I don't mean anything else~ I just want to remind you!"

"Odis Parker's years in Europe..."

"No thanks!"

"I'm not interested in knowing about Odis Parker's past in Europe~"

"Do you want to observe? Whatever!"

"You don't need to notify me when you want to arrest him!"

"He has nothing to do with me!"

"Well... we didn't think about arresting him~"

Mr. Stone grinned widely as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"What? You, CIA, also know that Parker has found a big backer?"

"If you don't arrest him? Then why are you still talking nonsense here?"

Claymore chirped a few times, then helplessly spread his hands again and said with a smile: "...The light is green, man~"

"Humph~"

Mr. Stone groaned from his nose, started the car again, and drove quickly to a building on East 57th and stopped.

After Claymo thanked him with a smile, and when he opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car, Mr. Stone held Claymo in his hand, pondered for a moment, and whispered.

"Maybe...your method is very effective in other cities or other countries~"

"But you have to remember, this is New York!"

"Here, another set of more obscure and cruel laws of the jungle is followed!"

"Don't be fooled by a few nonsense words from your shitty boss and do something you'll regret!"

Claymore stared blankly at Harold Stone, who had a serious face, slowly lowered his head, and after a few seconds of silence, he smiled.

"Thank you ~ I owe you once!"

"No need~! As long as you really know what you are doing, that's fine!"

"ok~"

Claymore got out of the car and watched Harold Stone's car disappear around the corner, then turned and walked into the building behind him.

After a few minutes.

He sat in his office, looked at the phone, thought for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed.

----

new York.

Brooklyn.

Matthews, the current interim chief of the New York Police Department, stood on the side of the street, looking at Commissioner Hardman who was speaking loudly in the crowd in the distance.

ten minutes later.

Hardman ended his speech, shook hands with some enthusiastic onlookers, and walked to the car not far away, accompanied by a few people.

Just as he opened the door and was about to get in the car, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Matthews.

Matthews looked at Hardman and waved.

Hardman smiled, nodded, made a gesture, got in the car, and left.

Matthews threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, got in the car, and left.

----

new York.

The Queen.

Old Malkin stood at the door, watching a car drive away.

The person in the car was his old friend Meyer Lansky from Florida, one of his most capable people, Teleki!

Originally, the old Malkin's idea of ​​recruiting Traki was very simple. He just wanted to understand what the situation is like in Miami~

But now, Malkin Sr. has a new idea and is ready to put it into action~

It's time to do some cleaning work~

Otherwise, no one will remember this place. .It's New York!