Manhattan Reborn 1978

sunset.

new York.

Wildfire Bar, 42nd Street, Manhattan.

David felt a little dizzy and returned home. He simply took a hot bath and lay down on the bed, wanting to take a nap and rest first.

. . .

When he woke up, he looked at his watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

He got up from the bed, rubbed his growling stomach, put on his clothes, and prepared to go downstairs to find some food.

at this time.

The TV crew had already left, and the Wildfire Bar was full of drinkers.

David said hello to the big man Zach who was guarding the door downstairs. Instead of entering the bar, he walked to a night food store on the west side of 42nd Street.

on the way.

David looked back and saw the big man Zach, and the one-eyed Andres following them, he smiled and waved and said.

"Sorry, guys~"

"I wanted to sleep until dawn, but my stomach started to protest..."

The one-eyed Andres, who was striding up to catch up, glanced at the big man Zach and asked him to go to the other side of the street to take care of him, and replied with a smile.

"I guessed that you went back to bed without eating dinner, and you would definitely get up to look for something to eat at night..."

"Hahaha~"

"By the way, what about you? Have you eaten? Come together, I invite you!"

Andres' eyes kept looking around, shaking his head and saying: "We have eaten a long time ago, and just went to the Wildfire Bar to chat with Old Red and have a drink~"

"If you don't come down after 11 o'clock, we are going to go back to bed~"

"Oh~ Then I... just buy some takeout and go back to eat~"

Andres stepped a little faster, vaguely blocking David behind him, and said, "Recently... there are more and more people wandering around this street at night."

"How about we go back first and get takeout... Just make a phone call~"

David looked around blankly at this moment.

Tonight on 42nd Street, as Andres said, there seemed to be a lot of unfamiliar faces.

Some of them gathered in twos and threes at the door of the shops on the street, talking, laughing and noisy with swear words; some stood alone on the street with cigarettes in their hands, looking like they had nothing to do and wanted to see the excitement and boredom; There are also some people with long hair, wearing jackets full of rivets, and wearing sunglasses on their faces most of the night. They lean on the wall of the roadside building with a cold expression, tilting their heads and looking towards the west side of 42nd Street. .

This. .

David didn’t know that 42nd Street had always been peaceful~

Why are all kinds of monsters and monsters showing up tonight?

He slowed down, patted Andres on the shoulder, looked not far away, and found a regular customer in the bar. He stepped forward to say hello and asked a few casual questions.

The regular customer seemed surprised that David didn't know what was going on tonight~

He glanced at the one-eyed Andres who was following David, and laughed softly: "There is a group of motorcycle gangs from Dallas, Texas. They shouted the slogans of the Freedom Expedition. They just arrived in Philadelphia a few days ago. It is said that He will come to our place in the past two days."

David scratched his head with question marks on his face: "The motorcycle gang in Texas? They... still want to conquer New York?"

"Haha~ That's why some people want to join in the fun and see what these fools from the south are like..."

"..."

David turned back to the one-eyed Andres and cast a questioning look.

Andres spread his hands and said: "I thought these were the drunkards in the bar telling jokes after drinking too much."

"..."

David could only turn around and continue to ask the bar regulars: "Then...will they come tonight? Come to 42nd Street?"

"It is said... yes~"

"According to... who said?"

"I don't know...that's what everyone says anyway~"

David blinked his big eyes, shrugged helplessly, said hello to the guy who answered his questions, and continued walking to the food store.

. . .

42nd Street, Poppy's Food Store.

When David used to work at the Wildfire Bar, if he was hungry at night, he would mostly come here to see Old Bobby for a late-night snack.

Old Bobby, who he said was an Italian immigrant, came to New York with his family during the Great Depression in the 30s.

But many people told David that this old guy was actually Irish. .

He gave himself a particularly American name "Bobby" so that when he opened a store, he could lie that he was of Italian descent born in the United States and pay less protection fees. .

Every time David heard this explanation, he laughed and never cared about it~

Old Bobby has his own story~

David couldn't control that much, and he wasn't willing to explore other people's past and privacy.

The sky is big and the earth is big, filling your stomach is the biggest~

There is a saying that old Bobby's skill in making Italian sausage is definitely countless times better than that of many Italian housewives. .

. . .

In a food store.

David opened the door directly and greeted little Bobby standing behind the high counter with a smile: "Hi~ I'm here again~ Where is your grandpa?"

"Old guy, go to bed~" Little Bobby stared at the one-eyed Andres and the big man Zach who were following David with an indifferent expression, and replied in a slightly hoarse voice.

The one named Little Bobby. .The girl is wearing a lavender dress with black lace, a black headscarf on her head, and cute little freckles on her face. They look fine alone, but together. .The facial features and the thick dark circles under the eyes are very evocative~

In addition, she especially likes to wear all kinds of exaggerated and bizarre accessories, which makes little Bobby look special at first glance. .Gothic?Punk?

. . .

David walked to the counter with a smile, raised his hand and gestured behind him, and said: "Don't be nervous, they are with me~"

"Oh~"

"Bring me two sausages~More...Hmm...Do you have any recommendations?"

Little Bobby, taking his hand away from the double-barreled shotgun under the counter, looked askance at David, put two sausages in a grocery bag, and said.

"No~"

"If you don't come in, I'm going to close the store~"

"...What? Do you have a date tonight?"

Little Bobby took the change from David, threw back a few coins, and replied with disdain: "You hide in the bar all day~ Do you think everyone is like you?"

"...Okay~"

"I hope you have a good time tonight~"

"I'm leaving~"

Little Bobby twitched the corners of his mouth and gave David a response~

After David and the others left the store, she quickly locked the store door and trotted towards a group of people not far away.

David bit the sausage in his hand, looked back at the direction where little Bobby ran, and teased the big man Zach.

"Hey~ There are only two left... You can't share it!"

The big man Zach smiled naively, looked back in the direction of little Bobby, and asked curiously.

"Has she always been like this? Why does she feel so weird?"

"What's so strange about that?"

"You hide in the bar all night, and the outside world...isn't it always like this?"

The big man Zach twitched the corner of his mouth, caught a glimpse of Andres who was holding back his laughter, raised his hand to support the oversized pistol on his waist, closed his mouth speechlessly, and glanced back and forth at the movement on the street.

One-eyed Andres grinned, waved to the soldiers who were walking in front and looked back, and said with a smile.

"If my children are like little Bobby, I will definitely beat them to death!"

"Haha~ Then you have to be more careful!"

"Yeah..." Andres nodded with deep understanding.

New York seems to be no better than Miami. .

. . .

David and the three of them returned to the door of Wildfire Bar.

One-eyed Andris glanced into the bar, remembered something, and said to David.

"Today the TV crew came to the bar to shoot and left you a short video tape. It should be at Susan's place~"

David balled up the food bag in his hand and threw it aside: "Is this the demo tape that Harvey and the others shot?"

"Today...forget it~"

"I have to go to work tomorrow morning, so you should go back and rest~"

"ok~"

----

a new day.

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

Edward B. Trin, who arrived at the base yesterday, was neatly dressed, rubbing his forehead, squinting his eyes, and looked at the soldiers who had gotten up early for training in the distance.

Not far away, Lawrence, who was also rubbing his head, yawned sleepily, walked up to Old Cui En, and said with a smile.

"It seems... you are in good condition? Haha~"

"fxxxyou!..."

Old Cui En spouted a few curse words, and recalled the welcome banquet held for him last night and the scene where everyone poured wine into him, with a smile on his lips.

Lawrence took out cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and motioned to Old Trin.

Old Cui En looked into the distance, waved his hand and said: "Already... quit~"

"..." Lawrence paused, put away the cigarette, and looked into the distance side by side with Old Cui En, and asked.

"What are your plans? Stay here?"

Old Cui En was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "When the parole period is over, I want to go home and see~"

"I'll accompany you!"

"No need~"

"I'm not old enough yet to forget the way home~"

Old Cui En, among the people participating in training in the distance, found Rambo boy who picked him up yesterday.

He turned to look at Lawrence: "Do you want me to stay?"

"..think!"

"Haha ~ Do you think so, or does your boss think so?"

Lawrence smiled calmly and flicked away half of the cigarette butt in his hand: "I recommended you to the boss to be the person in charge of the base, but he... refused~"

“That’s good too~”

"I'm the person in charge, so you don't have to take any responsibility. You can stay if you want, and leave if you want~"

Old Cui En raised his eyebrows, just smiled and did not answer.

The two stood silently in the morning sun, watching the soldiers training in the distance~

----

new York.

Brooklyn, Brighton Beach.

One of the thieves who had just smuggled into New York a few days ago, Kavova Sonechkov, led two new recruits and loaded the cocaine that was to be taken to Baltimore into the trunk.

. . .

Last night, Egeron, the new gang leader, very generously threw Kawara a large bag of new cocaine from Miami, asking Kawara to take it and go to the Midwestern states to "expand territory" ~

Cavova, who has long been eager to make a lot of money, excitedly promised Egeron that he would definitely open up sales channels and let everyone get rich together~

Egron didn't say anything to Kavoa, who was unfamiliar with the place, but encouraged him a few words.

There is absolutely no problem with Kavoa’s abilities~

Otherwise, Egron would not have specifically recruited Kavoa to help~

But what Egeron didn’t say clearly was that Kawarwa didn’t understand the United States yet~

The national conditions have changed, the rules have changed, and the people have also changed~

If you want to make a fortune here, it’s not enough to just rely on Kawara’s original skills~

----

new York.

Manhattan, 40th Street, da company building.

Polly came to the company to work. After getting off the car, she saw a familiar person standing at the door of the company holding a briefcase.

She slowed down and stared at the man for a moment, recalling his name.

"Hi Mr. Field!"

Griselda Blanco, the Miami drug lord, and Field, the agent in New York, nodded to Polly and smiled very politely.

“Good morning~”

"Please forgive me for taking the liberty of waiting for you here..."

"Haha~ It's okay. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Field looked around and laughed in a low voice: "Yes~ I'll come... I still want to talk to you about cooperation!"

Polly felt wary in her heart, smiled on her face, and asked, "Did Blanc ask you to come?"

"Yes~"

"What conditions did she put forward this time?"

Field lowered his head and took out a folder from his briefcase: "Don't get me wrong~ I have absolutely no ill intentions in coming here this time!"

"Ms. Blanco, I sincerely hope to gain your friendship!"

"This is specially prepared by her in order to cooperate with you... Sincerity~"

Polly glanced down at the folder and shook her head with a smile: "You'd better be more direct and say it~"

"...Okay~"

Field opened the folder and introduced in detail the "sincerity" Blanco wanted to express~

Polly kept smiling, and after listening patiently, she said, "Has Blanco become rich again recently?"

"She is so generous~"

"Don't tell me, we just get this money for nothing, we don't have to pay any price!"

Field closed the folder, pondered for a few seconds, and said to Polly: "Last time I came to visit, I didn't have Ms. Blanco's permission, so I didn't say anything~"

"This time, Ms. Blanco wants me to give you a message~"

"When she came to New York, she met Mr. Otis Parker and got a new business~!"

"so.."

"Stop!" Polly raised her hand to interrupt Field and said with a frown.

"I'm not interested in hearing about her new business~"

"Give me the folder, I'll think about it first!"

Field happily handed over the folder and said with a smile: "There is my business card in it. You can contact me at any time~"

"Okay~ Do you have anything else to do?"

"No, thank you!"

"So...goodbye, Mr. Field?"

"goodbye!"

. . .

Polly stood at the door of the company, looking at Field's retreating back, holding the folder tightly in her hand.

Odis Parker?

What is he doing again?

Polly stood there and thought for a while, and felt that it would be safer to go to David directly and ask about this matter.

----

Manhattan.

At the intersection of No. 12 Avenue and 34 Street.

A man wearing a Yankees baseball cap walked slowly down the street.

The expression on his face looked relaxed, but his eyes were always looking at the girls and women on the street.

ten minutes later.

He was under the traffic light on 30th Street and looked towards the opposite street not far away.

A young man dressed as a hippie was arguing and arguing with a woman with two children.

The pedestrians on the street did not stop, but glanced indifferently, bypassed the man and woman, and walked away.

The man standing under the traffic light did not leave, silently paying attention to the noisy man and woman.

The hippie seemed to be even more annoyed by the cries of the two children. He slapped the woman directly, cursed in his mouth, turned around and walked away~

The remaining woman who was beaten covered her face and cursed a few very unpleasant words loudly. With tears on her face, she pulled the two children, squatted down, and held them in her arms.

After a few minutes.

The woman finally calmed the two crying children, stood up, and led them from left to right along No. 12 Avenue, slowly heading south to the downtown area.

The man wearing a baseball cap raised his head slightly, his face showing a sickly paleness in the morning sun~

He stared at the retreating figures of the three of them, one tall and two short, with an evil smile on his lips and whispered in a low voice: "I found you, wait for me!"