Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

David quietly got up from the bed, covered Susan with the quilt, and walked out of the bedroom.

After a few minutes.

He held his toothbrush in his mouth and turned on the TV in the living room.

The TV happened to be broadcasting the news at seven o'clock in the morning.

"Today is Tuesday, October 31st."

"The weather will be cloudy and the temperature will rise slightly during the day. The maximum temperature is expected to be 17 degrees in the afternoon and about 11 degrees at night."

David quickly registered his beard, finished washing up, put on the suit Susan had prepared for him last night, and walked out of the house.

downstairs.

White Mike, who was rubbing his eyes and yawning, and Giovanni, Lavis, and Black Mike, complained.

"You three bastards, you have someone to accompany you every night...what about me?"

"I want to go out to have some fun tonight, but you won't let me go?"

"fxxx!"

"Hahaha~"

Black Mike took out his cigarettes and passed them around to several people, and said with a smile: "After tonight, you can go wherever you want~"

"Well, that's about the same."

Mike Bai took a drag of his cigarette, turned around and saw David walking down, smiled and waved, "If you go to work so early every day, I won't be able to accompany you in the future!"

"Haha ~ lazy boy!"

"You...have the nerve to say I'm lazy?"

David had a smirk on his face, motioning to get off and get in the car.

After several people got in the car, he asked Giovanni: "You went to see Neil Walker? What did he say?"

"Well...he said he would take a day off today and come over to help~"

"Ask for leave..?"

David had more expectations for this clever guy.

. . .

Wall Street.

Stanley fourth floor.

David walked out of the elevator and saw several people helping his secretary Maggie move things, so he stepped forward and asked curiously.

"Hey Maggie, your clothes... didn't you go home last night?"

Secretary Maggie looked down at her clothes and smiled sheepishly: "We were busy until nearly three o'clock last night. Leon, McFarland, and Yuri didn't go back. I slept on the sofa in the company... I took a nap in your office and didn’t go home.”

"Oh~? Where are they?"

"Still sleeping, I didn't call them~"

David looked at the kind-hearted girl in front of him, turned to wave to Lavis and said, "When the work here is over, you can help me send her back to change clothes and take a rest."

"Maggie, come back to work at noon. There is still a lot of work waiting for you in the afternoon and evening, okay!?"

"...Okay boss."

"Then... let me wake them up~"

"The little theater over on Sixth Avenue, is it ready?"

"Yes, Mr. Ludy gave us the address, and we are getting ready to move our things and set off."

"Okay, get busy first~"

David stepped into his office, stared at the phone on the table, thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed.

----

new York.

In Lower Manhattan, in City Hall Park surrounded by Broadway Avenue, Chambers Street and Park Street, sits the oldest New York City Hall in the United States.

New York City Hall was included in the U.S. National Register of Historic Places in 1966 and became a national historic building.

This landmark building, which is entirely white, is still the office of the Mayor of New York and the meeting place of the New York City Council.

The iconic French dome inside is beautiful after being restored. Being in it can easily give people the illusion of being in an ancient temple in Rome.

The former New York Governor's Office on the second floor has also been converted into a museum, which collects portraits and ancient furniture of many important figures in the United States in the 19th century, such as the first president of the United States, George Washington's desk, etc.

. . .

New York FBI director Harold Stone parked his car, picked up his briefcase, and walked into the garden of City Hall.

What surprised him was that the door of the city hall was particularly lively this morning. .

The crowd, holding slogans and protest signs in their hands, gathered around a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, and raised their voices to a few reporters who were not afraid of taking things seriously.

"This is 1978, not 100 1878 years ago!"

"Having horses pull thousands of pounds in this weather with blinders on..."

"Is this their day-to-day work and mission? What is it for?"

"For some tourists who come to New York for sightseeing, modern transportation methods can already replace this ancient way of traveling a hundred years ago."

Harold Stone slowed down and looked towards the edge of the park in the distance, where the coachmen came over after hearing the news.

Regarding the issue of whether to keep horse-drawn carriages in New York, the battle between the so-called animal protection activists and horse-drawn carriage drivers and other horse-drawn carriage transport practitioners has never stopped. .

Almost every year or several years, someone will jump out holding a sign and shouting: "Let those poor horses go... They should be free!"

However, representatives of the carriage industry said: "The carriage ride near Central Park is an activity of historic significance. It has a history of nearly a hundred years and should not be banned!"

"The horses in these carriages used to pull tourists are well taken care of, and accidents rarely happen."

Every time, someone will use these boring gimmicks to enhance their own presence.

Members of Congress behave this way, state legislators behave this way, and New York City Council members behave this way. .

After Harold Stone pricked up his ears and listened to a few words, he couldn't help but sneered, turned around and strode towards the city hall.

. . .

The second floor.

Inside Mayor Lynch Colson's office.

Harold Stone found a seat for himself to sit down, glanced around the people in the room, suppressed a hint of surprise in his heart, and listened to Mayor Lynch's words.

"Mr. Harold Stone from the FBI just arrived in New York a few days ago. We met today so that we can get familiar with each other to facilitate future work."

Harold Stone stood up, smiled and nodded politely to several of his colleagues from various law enforcement agencies in New York.

Commissioner Frant Hardman of the New York City Police Department (nypd) enthusiastically helped introduce several people in the room.

Matthews Denipero, Chief of the New York State Police (NYSP), Chief of the New York City Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol, and Firearms (ATF), New York City Bureau of Criminal Investigation, Chief of the New York City Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA), and Auston, the newly promoted deputy senior superintendent and head of the Office of Street Informants.

Harold Stone was keenly aware of Hardman's subtle tone when introducing Matthews and Auston.

Mr. Stone knew both of them and had chatted with them in person.

But he really didn't expect that their official positions would rise one after another like rockets. .

(A brief introduction, the New York Police Department’s police rank system is divided into twelve levels, from low to high: police officer, detective, sergeant, police inspector, superintendent, deputy senior superintendent, senior superintendent, deputy chief , Assistant Director, Branch Director/Deputy Commissioner, Chief Director, Commissioner)

(Matthews’ police rank is Division Chief/Deputy Commissioner, and he holds the position of Director of the Criminal Investigation Bureau. He is the leader of the 20 bureaus directly under the nypd~)

(At this level, he does not need to wear a police uniform, but only wears an exclusive badge to prove his identity.)

(New York City’s Metropolitan Transportation Authority, MTA, is also known as the Metropolitan Rapid Transit Authority. The director’s police rank is the same as Matthews’s, which is the rank of branch director/deputy commissioner.)

(Alston’s deputy senior police superintendent title and the senior police superintendent one level above him are the backbone of the nypd police force, and they often serve as operational scene commanders and other roles.)

. . .

Mayor Lynch, after Commissioner Hardman's introduction, straightened his expression, stood up and said seriously.

"Since time is limited, I will speak more directly~"

"Yesterday afternoon, in the evening, the city council held an emergency meeting~"

"We all have reached a consensus!"

“Tonight’s Halloween Parade is going to be held, and we need to rely on you all to protect it and maintain the personal safety of citizens and the stability of public security during the event!”

"The New York Police Department will draw some police forces from Queens and Brooklyn to support and share the pressure of manpower shortages at the Manhattan Police Department."

"In addition, the Queens, Brooklyn, and Staten Island police departments will send personnel to set up bridges, docks, and tunnels to strictly control the entry of dangerous goods, weapons and firearms into Manhattan."

"So tonight, we will have at least 6000 regular police officers join the stability maintenance team for the parade to ensure the safety of this event!"

"Your Rapid Transit Authority (MTA) must also ensure the operation of subway transportation!"

"It turns out that those who have been giving you a headache, the thieves and robbery gangs in the subway, Matthews will send people to visit their leaders one by one to make them be more honest tonight!"

"As for the big gangs in New York..."

Mayor Lynch looked at Commissioner Hardman with narrowed eyes.

Hardman nodded quietly and said softly: "I'll say hello!"

"it is good!"

With a slight smile on his lips, Lynch looked at Alston and said, "Your mission is to ensure the safety of the merchants participating in this parade!"

"If you have any difficulties, you can mention it now and we will solve it for you!"

Auston, the newly promoted Deputy Senior Superintendent, sat upright in his chair, nodded and said, "I would like to ask a few people from the department to help me..."

"can!"

"You come up with a list, and they are under your control today!"

"...I have no problem!"

"Um.."

Mayor Lynch looked at the head of the state police and said: "You are responsible for the bridges and tunnels connecting Manhattan and Jersey City."

"Also, on various traffic arteries north of the Bronx, New York, you must also send people to set up traffic jams, investigate passing vehicles, and strictly control contraband, guns, and weapons!"

"ATF will also send people to help you with these tasks~"

"Okay~" The person in charge of the state police and the person in charge of the atf looked at each other and nodded.

"Then... Mr. Stone remains!"

"Do you FBI have any action plan? Let's talk about it now~"

Harold Stone took out several documents from the briefcase beside him, handed them to everyone, and said.

"We are going to send out several teams this morning..."

Mr. Stone's plan was simple.

Blind defense is not the FBI's style!

Taking the initiative to nip all unstable factors in their infancy is what the FBI likes to do most. .

At least. .Mr. Stone, that’s what you think, and that’s what you do~

. . .

This very brief meeting ended after Harold Stone finished explaining the action plan and promised to send people to keep an eye on the dangerous people on the list at night.

When everyone was about to leave, Mayor Lynch took the initiative and retained Commissioner Hardman, Matthews, Auston and Mr. Harold Stone.

After they waited until the office door was closed again, Mayor Lynch smiled with a relaxed expression.

"Mr. Stone, do you know David Coleman?"

Harold Stone, who had just sat down, raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled: "We know each other, but we're not familiar with him!"

"You can call me, Harold~"

"Hehe~ Okay, Harold."

"Can you tell me, is there a cooperative relationship between you and Odis Parker, who works for David?"

Mr. Stone's eyelids drooped slightly, he put away his smile, shook his head and said: "Mr. Parker, he is a new friend I have made ~ nothing more!"

"Cooperation? We don't have much cooperation."

Mayor Lynch shrugged, thinking about the phone call he and his friend Mag made to Mr. Parker last night, and continued.

"Don't get me wrong, Harold~"

"Me, Hardman, and Auston are all direct beneficiaries after getting to know David."

"I'm running for governor, Hardman is running for mayor, and Allston has been promoted again in a short period of time..."

"Where is your...beautiful and generous girlfriend?"

"Hehe~"

"Like Matthews, you can be considered an indirect beneficiary after meeting David...?"

"Of course, maybe you don't agree with what I said~"

"But at this moment, I hope that my frankness can make you understand that in the next few years when you work in New York, we will be friends and allies standing with you."

"Do you... understand what I mean? Harold?"

Mr. Harold Stone's eyes swept across the faces of several people one by one, and he did not find any attitude in their expressions that contradicted Mayor Lynch's remarks. .

This is about taking sides. .Forming cliques?

He is so straightforward!

Mayor Lynch, seeing that Harold Stone was silent, put him aside and turned to Alston.

"The people at the security company, tell them for me."

"If something unexpected happens, the subway is the fastest and most convenient way to leave Manhattan."

"The major subway entrances in Manhattan need their help to send people armed with live ammunition to guard them."

"Ok~"

"Um.."

"Auston, you just got promoted, do a good job!"

"Hardman and Matthews are here too."

"I hope you can become the second black police officer in New York City with the rank of sub-chief/deputy commissioner or above."

Although Auston came here for a meeting today, he was already mentally prepared. .

But Mayor Lynch's straightforward promise of becoming an official made him unable to help but speed up his heart rate. .

He pursed his lips and responded seriously: "Don't worry, I will do it!"

"Hahaha~ Don't be nervous, man!"

"Even if I become governor, I will stay in New York most of the time to handle official business~"

"When Hardman becomes mayor, I will help him get back the appointment power of the NYPD commissioner from the city council."

"By then, Matthews will serve as the new commissioner of the New York Police Department, and your official position will also rise with the tide~"

"..."

Auston did not answer, but nodded silently to express his attitude.

Commissioner Hardman seemed to be struck by the other meaning of Mayor Lynch's words, and continued with a smile.

"Auston, he started out as a front-line police officer and has a lot of experience and resume~"

"I think that when you are promoted to the level of deputy director or assistant director in the future, you can serve as director in the Transportation Bureau or Internal Affairs Bureau for a while, and then slowly be promoted."

Auston still said nothing, nodded silently, and expressed his gratitude to Hardman.

Mayor Lynch looked at Harold Stone again and said.

"I can understand your concerns~"

"We all have a lot of work today. I hope you can give me an answer next time we meet, Harold~"

"C'mon, guys!"

"ok~"

Several people stood up and walked outside.

Harold Stone carried his briefcase, took a deep look at Mayor Lynch, and was about to walk out of the office.

Mayor Lynch followed Harold Stone and chuckled: "You and Linde Vercello, who was sent from the FBI headquarters... met?"

"..Hmm~"

"how is he?"

Mr. Stone paused, turned around and said, "You want to see him? I can help~"

Mayor Lynch nodded slightly with deep meaning in his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay~"

"I'll contact you in a few days when I have time~"

Mr. Stone nodded silently and left.

Mayor Lynch walked to the window of his office and looked at the city councilor who was still waving his arms to reporters and expressing his views, and the smile on his lips became wider and wider.

----

new York.

The Queen.

Polly, who didn't come home until after midnight last night, hurried down from the second floor of her home, put on her coat, kissed the foreheads of her two children, said a few words to her mother and sister, and walked to the living room.

Old Malkin, who was wearing glasses and reading a newspaper, put down the newspaper, lowered his head and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Polly brushed her long, still wet curly hair away with her hands, frowned and asked her father, "What do you think tonight..."

"Uh... let's forget it~"

"Maybe I'm overthinking..."

Old Malkin seemed to be able to guess what his daughter was thinking. He raised his hand and took off his glasses and smiled: "There are no absolutes in anything~!"

"You can't just stop doing something because you're afraid it's going to happen... Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand~ It's just..."

"Haha~ You think too much, and it may not be a good thing~"

"Go ahead, I'll be at home tonight, waiting for your call."

Polly looked into her father's eyes, stepped forward and hugged him, took a deep breath and said, "Then...I'm leaving!"

"Um.."

After the second daughter Polly left.

Old Malkin looked down at the news on the newspaper, thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed.