Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

In a restaurant in Queens.

One of the leaders of the Cali drug cartel, Pacio Herrera, looked at the dishes on the table in front of him and showed a delighted smile.

Beluga caviar!

Pazio tasted a familiar smell from it, cocaine!

Emm. .

Before, Pacio had a slight suspicion about the person who informed him of this fantastic news~

but. .

The reality was before his eyes!

Dom Pérignon sparkling wine and dishes contain trace amounts of cocaine. .What does it feel like?

Pazio picked up the spoon and the wine glass, tasting this familiar yet unfamiliar taste again. .

His elegant posture and expression of enjoyment, intoxication and joy. .

It seemed that every tiny movement and every expression expressed the almost uncontrollable ecstasy in his heart!

Posted!

This time, I'm really going to make a fortune!

----

new York.

LaGuardia Airport.

A special plane flying from Washington slowly landed on the runway.

ten minutes later.

Secretary of State Saenz Roberts Vance, Secretary of the Treasury Fulena Couture, and more than a dozen Secret Service agents stood quietly next to a Cadillac presidential car with its door opened, looking at the car that had been The open door of the private plane cabin.

(Let me mention here: the special cars of the President of the United States are all special bulletproof cars produced by Cadillac, which is a brand of General Motors.)

(The reason for opening the car door in advance was that in September 1975, President Ford was assassinated in San Francisco. When the Secret Service agents carried him into the car to protect him, no one opened the door first and directly smashed President Ford's head. His head hit the car door, knocking him to pieces...)

(Later, someone joked: "The president was not killed by an assassin, but he was almost killed by the agents who protected him. He was knocked to death in a car door in a panic...")

(So, after this incident, the Secret Service adopted a new rule: when the president travels, the doors of the private car must be opened in advance.)

cough~

Back to the main text of the book~

At the door of the special plane, after several agents in civilian clothes walked out one after another, the figure of the current President of the United States, Warren White, appeared in everyone's sight.

President White was wearing a dark windbreaker, his blond hair was styled in a three-part hairstyle, and his face, which looked very kind, was slightly red, and the two vertical lines between his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled due to the change in light. .

After he felt that he could adapt to the light outside the plane, he saw Secretary of State Saenz Roberts Vance and Treasury Secretary Fullerner Couture.

President White waved to the two people as he walked down the gangway.

ten minutes later.

The president's motorcade left LaGuardia Airport and headed toward the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in Manhattan.

On the way, in the private car, President White talked with his two staff partners, Secretary of State Vance and Secretary of State Fullerner, about some of the details of the negotiations after meeting with the Middle Eastern guests.

When the motorcade arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, the three of them took the elevator to the presidential suite on the 35th floor of the hotel and closed the door.

Fullerner strode to the bar in the corner of the living room, poured drinks for the three of them, walked back to the table and sat down, quietly listening to the conversation between President White and his old friend Vance.

"The midterm elections for Congress are still two weeks away from voting. The opinions within the party should be finalized, right?"

"..Yes!"

"In this midterm election, we must ensure that we get a majority in the House of Representatives~"

"House of Representatives..." Vance frowned, raised his glass, took a long sip, and exhaled.

"It seems that your chances of being re-elected in two years are getting smaller and smaller~"

President White showed a bitter smile, shook his head, drank a glass of wine, and sighed.

"Many people in our Donkey Party have been stepped down by lobbyists from various banks and financial groups~"

"Winning the majority of the House of Representatives... is a good opportunity for me!"

"From now on, many of my economic decisions can be implemented through the new House of Representatives!"

After he said these words, the room became quiet.

Vance turned to look at Fullerner.

Fullerner nodded slightly knowingly and walked to another room.

After he left, Vance pondered for a moment and said, "Two years is not a short time... It's not the last moment to give up yet!"

"How long can you stay in New York?"

"Almost, two days..."

"enough!"

"We can get in touch first..."

"..."

The two people in the room discussed for nearly an hour before calling Fullerner back.

The three began to discuss matters related to meeting Middle Eastern guests.

----

The bright moon on the autumn night has risen to its highest point in the sky.

Manhattan.

The entrance to the Blue Crystal Hotel.

David smiled at Pine, who was sending him out with a smile on his face: "Thank you, man, go back, we'll see you tomorrow!"

Pine glanced at the four bodyguards and cars not far away, waved to David: "Goodbye~ Polly, I will send someone to take her home tomorrow morning~"

"ok~"

After a few minutes.

The car David was riding in disappeared at the far corner of the street.

Pine turned around and saw Bernard Madoff standing not far away. He walked towards him and asked.

"You... still have something to do with me?"

Madoff shrugged, glanced around, hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "David always tells people that I am his collaborator."

"But I already think that he is my boss ~ so..."

Pine narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to interrupt Madoff: "No matter what you say now, whether it is true or false, I...just treat it as true~"

"Mr. Madoff, there is no shortage of people on Wall Street who are eager to succeed!"

“Everyone is looking for shortcuts to quick success, but they are often the wrong way to the abyss~”

"We... might as well talk it all out~"

"I called you here today, partly because I wanted to see what kind of choice you would make~"

"On the other hand, I want to see David's reaction to your sudden appearance~"

Pine spread his hands and said with a smile: "Now it seems that David has initially accepted your existence and introduced you into this circle."

"But when he left just now, he didn't take you with him."

"Hehe~"

"From this aspect, I agree with what David said, you are still just ordinary collaborators!"

Madoff's expression was a little stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Pine raised his hand and gave away some ties, and continued: "If it hadn't been for those two sentences you just said~"

"I won't stand here and waste these words with you~"

“I can’t guess how far David’s future will develop~”

"But his future will definitely be different from ours!"

"Just like... David once said to you~"

"You have to take advantage of your Jewish identity!"

"When you follow him, your Jewish identity and your social circle are the biggest reasons why you can keep up with him!"

"So...Mr. Madoff~"

"Do you still have any questions?"

Madoff felt a little stiff and shook his head slowly, speaking in a low voice but with a hint of briskness.

"No, thank you! You can say these things to me!"

"Hehe~"

"It's already very late. Let's see you next time?"

"Okay, bye sir!"

Pine turned and walked into the Blue Crystal Hotel.

Bernard Madoff stood there, lowering his head and thinking silently for a while, before moving towards a car in the distance.

After he got into the passenger seat, Paramount CEO Barris Dickler in the driver's seat said with a smile.

"I know a nice bar, would you like to have a drink too?"

"..good!"

The car starts and is on the road.

While driving, Barris glanced at the silent Madoff out of the corner of his eye, secretly guessing what he and Pine had just talked about. .

A few minutes later, a red light came on at an intersection ahead.

Madoff stared blankly at the red light and suddenly laughed.

"Um..what's wrong with you buddy?"

"I'm fine~"

"By the way, Barris~ Before you became the CEO of Paramount, you worked in New York?"

"Yeah ~ I'm here..."

"Oh ~ I know him, Austrian crazy Charlie ~ many people say he is a psychopath."

"Haha~ Don't mention that bastard!"

"If he doesn't curse dozens of curse words one day, he will definitely be choked to death!"

"Hahaha~"

Barris and Madoff both wanted to make friends with each other and expand their network of contacts on the road, and they gradually became like a pair of old friends for many years. .

----

a new day.

David's sweet dream was shattered by a rapid ringing of the phone. .

He reluctantly took his arm out of Susan's arms, squinted his eyes, found a shirt and put it on his body, walked to the living room and answered the phone.

"Hello~"

"David?"

"It's me ~ you are..."

"Haha~ didn't you hear that?"

When David heard this somewhat familiar laughter, most of his sleepiness disappeared immediately: "Yes...Old Mr. Morgan!?"

"Well... you're still sleeping in and haven't gotten up yet, right?"

"Ah~ Well... I went to attend last night..."

"Haha~ I know, Julie called me this morning~"

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

"No~"

"Okay~ Come and have dinner with us tonight~"

"no problem!"

"When and where should I find you? Or should I go directly..."

"Just wait in Stanley after four o'clock in the afternoon, and I will send someone to pick you up."

"Ok!"

"Well... let's do this for now. I'll see you tonight!"

"Goodbye, sir!"

After putting down the phone, David rubbed his chin, wondering why Old Morgan was looking for him. .

Could it be because of what happened last night?

That Saudi prince Difar?

wrong!

Defar's status as a prince may not necessarily allow old Morgan to come to New York to make a special trip for him. .

What is that for?

David crossed his arms across his chest and walked around the table in the living room a dozen times, still confused. .

Simply, if you can’t think of it, just forget about it~

He walked into the bathroom, spread his hands in front of the mirror, and muttered to himself: "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided."

"Hmm...should I get a haircut?"

. . .

After half an hour.

David and Black Mike walked out of the apartment building laughing and joking.

street.

Mike Bai, his second brother Lavis, and his third brother Giovanni were leaning on the car, holding a newspaper in their hands and reading intently. .

When David saw the three of them like this, he couldn't help but feel childlike. He tiptoed to the three of them, preparing to scare them.

As a result, the third brother Giovanni, who was always the slowest to react, suddenly put down the newspaper and looked at the door of the apartment without knowing what happened today. .

When David saw that his sneak attack was discovered, he curled his lips and walked curiously to the cheerful Giovanni. He curiously took a look at what the newspaper reported, which attracted the attention of the three people.

"What are you looking at?"

"Read the newspaper~ Do you still ask about such an obvious thing?"

"Hey~tsk~"

Feeling like a fool, David shrugged and said with a smile: "Okay, stop reading now!"

"Let's go have breakfast first, and then I'm going to find a place to get a haircut~"

"Oh ~ Marseille restaurant?"

"Nonsense~"

"Hahaha~"

David threw the briefcase he was carrying into Giovanni's arms, put his arms around the shoulders of Lavis and Mike Bai, and they swayed toward the Marseille restaurant.

across the street.

One-eyed Andres also got out of the car with three people, and followed David and others a little further away. Watching their daily morning interactions, Andres had a smile on his lips.

this. .The boss, David, is quite interesting. .

----

Manhattan, 50rd Street.

Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Harold Stone, the director of the New York CIA, got out of the car tiredly, looked up at the flags flying above the hotel entrance, and let out a long breath.

He took out his ID from his pocket, waved to his subordinate Torres who came with him, and walked to the door of the hotel alone.

10 minute later.

Harold Stone found his boss, friend, and one of the top FBI officials, House D. Stanfield, in the hotel restaurant.

House waved to the waiter, ordered a breakfast for his subordinate Harold, and said with a smile: "It depends on your state... How many hours did you sleep last night?"

"Basically... I didn't sleep~"

"I just squinted in the car for a while when it was almost dawn~"

"The working conditions you are working in are not acceptable~"

"Today, there are still many important things that need you to do!"

"I'm fine~ Just say it!"

House picked up the tableware again, glanced at the diners around him, shook his head, smiled, and said.

"People from the Secret Service, you saw it too~"

"President White will go to the Plaza Hotel later."

"New York Police, I've already said hello~"

"On your side, you need to lead people to conduct control along the way in advance!"

"When the president arrives at the Plaza Hotel, I will take over the security work outside. You can take the opportunity to rest for a while~"

"Okay~ Has the specific travel time been decided?"

"Not yet~ The president should have just gotten up..."

"However, this place is very close to the Plaza Hotel. The workload you need to check and control is very small. It is enough to have breakfast before going to work~"

"...No!"

"I'd better go and keep an eye on it as soon as possible. Don't let any accident happen and let you get scolded along with me."

"Hahaha~ Accidents can happen at any time!"

“A delicious breakfast can keep you in good working condition~”

"Don't be so impatient Harold~ The police have already taken the lead and deployed police forces at various street corners."

"...Okay~"

Harold looked at the waiter coming towards him with breakfast in the distance. After politely thanking him, he tried to control the speed of his eating, suppressed his temper, and tasted the breakfast.

House, who was sitting opposite him, happily put down the tableware and wiped his mouth: "The Secret Service will have a group of people coming to New York in the next two days."

"When the time comes, they will contact you to find out some information~"

"You can tell them truthfully everything you know about New York."

"Well~ what are they here for?"

"The Embassy of China in New York!"

"In 75, Congress passed a bill, and the Secret Service had a new mission and began to protect all embassies in the United States."

"China's diplomatic representatives will go to New York in the near future to inspect the embassy office building they selected and the surrounding neighborhoods."

"So, the Secret Service will first come to you as the supervisor to understand some of the recent security situation in New York and establish a communication mechanism~"

"So that if any accident happens in the future, I can ask you for help~"

Harold swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of milk, thought for a while and asked.

"What else do I need to do?"

“No need to do anything~”

"From now on, you just need to send more people to the area of ​​​​the embassy and go around a few times from time to time."

"Leave the rest of the work to the Secret Service."

"ok~"

"I've eaten~ If you're okay, I'll go and get busy first~"

"Haha~ don't worry!"

"What happened to the girlfriend you talked about?"

Harold was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "What else can I do? I don't have time to date them either~"

"..they?"

"Uh... yes~ Otis Parker arranged two girlfriends for me..."

"I have talked with them about which one I will marry in the end...it still needs them to decide~"

House showed a gossipy smile and joked in a low voice: "Will you be picked on by women again? Hahaha~"

Harold picked up the milk, raised his neck to drink it, wiped his mouth, shook his head and said, "Ezra Cremo from CIA also knows about this~"

"He also reminded me that those two people were cardinals who were once active in Europe... Let me be more careful and don't be fooled by that bastard Parker~"

"Oh? ~ Cardinal?"

After hearing this word, House thought for a few seconds, shook his head and said, "I'll find an opportunity to contact Otis Parker."

"Don't worry about this~"

"Even if they can't, I will find a way to help you arrange a new girlfriend~hahaha~"

Harold raised his hand and touched his nose, stood up, spread his hands in a bachelor manner and said: "I didn't bring any money... Are you going to treat me to this meal!?"

"Tch~ let's go!"

"Hahaha~bye~"

Harold Stone is gone.

House leaned back and whispered to himself: "Red Sparrow? Haha~"

"This Odis Parker really knows how to play~"

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, diagonally across from Wildfire Bar, Allston Auxiliary Police Office.

Auston walked into the office with a cup of coffee in his hand. When he saw the two people waiting in the office, he was slightly stunned and smiled.

"Sonny?"

(Sonny Wozke, appearing in Chapter 186, the male protagonist of the movie "Hot Afternoon", chose to rob a bank in order to raise money for gender-changing surgery for his male girlfriend.)

(Sonny’s bank robbery became a farce that was broadcast live on television and watched by the whole nation. He was later arrested and the court sentenced him to 20 years in prison. However, he only served 3 years in prison before being released. Out..)

(After he joined the street informant, he helped Alston find clues to several groups of bank robbers and received several reward rewards.)

. . .

When Sonny heard someone calling him, he turned around and immediately stood up and complained.

"Hi~ Auston, I've been waiting for you for a long time~ Why did you come here?"

Auston walked behind his desk, sat down, looked at the somewhat impatient Sonny, and asked curiously.

"Are you...what's the emergency?"

"Have!"

"Several of my friends once saw a suspected murderer on the night of the 53rd Street incident!"

"what?"

Auston regained his energy and quickly asked Sonny to sit down and explain the specific situation in detail.

Sonny sat down again, took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, gathered his thoughts and said.

"Last night, I went to the bar and met some friends I had met before~"

"On the night of the incident on 53rd Street, after drinking too much, they passed by 53rd Street and saw a man carrying a shoulder bag and wearing a hood walking from near the victim's apartment to the car across the street. , drove away."

"The man with the backpack is about five feet three inches (1 meters) tall. His fat coat obscures his figure. Maybe he is not very strong."

"My friend said that he briefly saw the man's chin and determined that he was white~"

"Okay! Any more?"

"Hmm... That person was driving an old Mustang two-door brown Ford sedan. I don't remember the license plate number..."

"However, this kind of car should not be difficult to find in New York, right?"

Auston frowned, tapped his finger on the desk, and asked reluctantly.

"Is that all? Where are your friends? Are there any clues they haven't remembered?"

Sonny simply spread his hands and said, "No, that's all!"

"They don't like the police, let alone come forward as witnesses~ Don't even think about this!"

Auston frowned deeper and thought for a while before nodding to Sonny.

"Go over there first and write down the clues I just mentioned~"

"As long as this clue can be used, you will definitely have a share of the reward!"

"ok~"

Sonny happily went to write clues.

Auston stared at the phone, picked up the receiver, and hesitated for a moment before dialing the number.

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

Cohen, who was sitting in the office with his legs on the table and enjoying the morning leisurely, curled his lips helplessly when the phone rang.

I just had some free time, why did something happen again?

He picked up the phone and said impatiently: "Hey, who is it?"

"..."

After a few minutes.

Cohen smacked his lips, rubbed his chin in confusion and thought for a while, then stood up and walked out of the office, looking around.

After he found the base director Lawrence at the far edge of the construction site, he took big steps and walked to him, pulling him and saying.

"I just got a call and I've got a new job for us!"

"What? New job?"

Lawrence looked at Cohen confused, the mechanical roaring in his ears was too noisy. .

He could only pull Cohen aside, and then asked: "Tell me, what's going on?"

"I said I got a new job, bounty hunter!"

"Um...who are we going to hunt?"

"Who cares? As long as we can help the police catch someone, we will have a share of the bounty!"

Lawrence looked at Cohen with caring eyes and said, "We... can still fight~"

"Looking for people, arresting people? How to do that?"

"Hmph~ When it comes to finding people, we have people we can rely on~"

"Aren't the street informants and auxiliary police officers ready candidates?"

"When they find the person, we will help catch him... won't that be the end of it?"

Lawrence took off his helmet, but still felt that this matter was a bit unreliable, and shook his head.

"If the police can't find or arrest someone, why can we... the auxiliary police officers catch them?"

Cohen smiled disdainfully: "Let's do this~"

"Give me a few people and follow me to New York~"

"If we can't catch anyone, I'll come back and clean the toilets for another three months. How about that?"

"Are you... still serious?"

"Yes, this time we are going to be real bounty hunters! Hahaha~"