Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Around 4:40am.

Manhattan.

51st Street, a few dozen meters away from the gate of Barclays Bank.

New York Police Commissioner Matthews Denipero got out of the car and briefly asked the person in charge at the scene about the situation.

Behind them, Auston, the head of the auxiliary police office, parked his car far away and strode over~

Matthews turned his head to look around at the police officers who looked a little panicked, and then fixed his sights on several burning cars in front of Barclays Bank. He frowned, pursed his lips, and his brain began to think quickly. .

Auston, who was standing next to him, had just understood the general situation of the scene.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "These bastards chose this time to come here to rob the bank. They really won't have to worry about traffic jams~"

"..."

The temporary police chief on scene and Matthews both tilted their heads and glanced at him.

Matthews pondered for a few seconds and then asked, "Where are our injured police officers?"

The person in charge at the scene raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Four people suffered skin injuries and two people suffered minor injuries. No one was injured!"

"it is good!"

Matthews took a deep breath and asked again: "Are there any hostages in the bank?"

"There should be staff and security on duty."

"Where's the bank manager?"

"Not contacted yet..."

"fxxx!"

Matthews turned to Auston and asked, "You have a way to get it..."

"can!"

"Whatever you need, I can get it!"

Matthews looked at Alston seriously, nodded slightly and said: "The person in charge of the bank + the internal layout of the bank + the architectural drawings, please get them to me as soon as possible~"

"Also, you will be responsible for the intersection control personnel in the surrounding blocks~"

"Ok!"

He nodded to Matthews very simply and confidently, turned around and strode towards his men. .

Matthews stared at his back for a few seconds and couldn't help but sigh in his heart~

Now in Auston's hands, people, power, and guns are all indispensable~

And the group of auxiliary police officers under him are only nominally under the management of the NYPD. .

Actually?

If you really want to be serious. .Will those auxiliary police officers be willing to become police officers?

"Hehe~"

Matthews twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless smile~

A few years ago, after Frank Lucas, the drug lord who was entrenched in Hamlin, was arrested by the FBI~

Agent Rich of the FBI teamed up with Frank to severely uncover the corruption within the NYPD system. .

The news that the anti-narcotics police teamed up to blackmail and extort drug dealers spread throughout the United States. .Even the whole world!

npyd is so embarrassed~

Someone needs to stand up and bear the consequences. .

Therefore, when former NYPD administrative commissioner Frant Hardman took over the task of internal disciplinary investigation of the police department, he also started a process that makes all current police officers miserable. .Job Integrity Audit~

In the past, police officers who had no connection with drug dealers could still receive an additional income equivalent to their annual salary every month from the serious or gray businesses run by gangs. .

What now?

As in the past, the police in uniform brazenly came to beg for help. .The era of security fees is gone forever~

Only in places where people can't see, there are police officers, sergeants, branch chiefs, etc. In order to allow their subordinates to grit their teeth and continue to work, they will turn a blind eye and close one eye, pretending to be confused. .

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality~

Matthews certainly understands this. .

But he was unable to get more income for the police from the New York City government, which has been running deficits for years. .

The police officers earn an annual salary that is not comparable to that of white-collar workers, but they have to risk their lives to enforce the law on the streets. .

If only there were better job options. .

Who wants to continue doing this?

Therefore, according to statistics from various branches in recent days, more than 1800 police officers have submitted applications for resignation and are preparing to resign after the New Year! !

. . .

Matthews quickly walked to the police car closest to Barclays Bank, looked at the broken glass on the ground at the bank's entrance, turned around and asked.

"Where's the FBI?"

"They're across the street, on the other side of the street..."

Matthews used the dim streetlight to look more than 20 meters away, but did not see the shadow of Harold Stone~

"Who is responsible among those who came from the FBI?"

"It's a guy named Lexia Burnedy!"

"...Where is he? Take me to see him!"

"ok~"

----

Manhattan.

59th Street, Plaza Hotel.

Three cars with double flashing lights suddenly stopped on the street in front of the hotel.

The duty manager, who had been waiting here for a long time, looked at a dozen heavily armed soldiers wearing DA logo body armor who got out of the car. .

He took two steps forward with a smile and asked politely to the guy who looked like the leader.

"Excuse me.."

"Yes, it was me who called you!"

"Okay! You just came over and saw...? 1"

One-eyed Andres looked back at the situation on the street, pointed in the south direction and said: "We just passed by the explosion site on 51st Street~"

"A group of robbers who robbed a bank planted bombs on several cars on the street."

"So, the explosion you heard was the sound of those cars being blown up by the robbers after the police rushed to the scene!"

"Oh~"

The manager on duty obviously breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his right hand to the one-eyed Andres and said with a smile: "Are you...?"

"You can call me American Crocodile!" One-eyed Andres said his nickname with the corner of his mouth raised. .

"Okay...Mr. Alligator!"

"Shall we talk first?"

"Ok!"

One-eyed Andres waved his hand to the soldiers who were observing the terrain of the nearby streets, asking them to disperse into groups and stay alert.

Then, he pointed at the big man Zach and asked him to follow the duty manager into the hotel.

. . .

On the first floor of the hotel, in the lobby.

When the one-eyed Andres and the big man Zach, who has a strong visual impact, came in behind the manager on duty. .

Among the several capable-looking bodyguards hiding by the window of the hall, one took the initiative to stand up and nodded to One-Eyed Andres.

On the other side, near the entrance to the elevator and stairs.

Several young men from the island country who were slightly shorter in stature also came out. A leader bowed slightly to One-Eyed Andres and nodded.

One-eyed Andres soon heard the explanation from the duty manager. He stood there thinking for a few seconds, whispered something back, and then strode towards the elevator~

. . .

Five floors.

"Clang clang clang~"

One-eyed Andres stood in front of the big man Zach and knocked on the door.

inside the door.

After Zina saw the two of them, the uneasiness in her heart disappeared without a trace in an instant~

She let them into the room and smiled at Susan, Cui Yingying and secretary Maggie who were wrapped in blankets.

"Now...it should be fine!"

"Ok!"

Susan immediately jumped up from the sofa, nodded to the big man Zach, walked up to the one-eyed Andres and asked.

"Did David ask you to come here?"

"..No!"

The one-eyed Andres glanced around the room quickly, tilting his head to look at the big man Zach with happy eyes. After seeing him go to the window to check, he looked at Susan, who had a little loss in his eyes, and smiled.

"In order to get here as quickly as possible... we didn't wake David up!"

"However, I think he is so timid... If he knew that you might be in danger, he would definitely call all the people who can help over..."

"Hahaha~"

This cold joke from the one-eyed Andres made Zina laugh in sympathy.

She stepped forward and hugged Susan's shoulders, and said warmly: "Didn't we wake up Lilith and Laura?"

Susan bit her lower lip and nodded to show that she understood the truth. .

Zina glanced at the big Zach who was checking by the window and asked: "Andres, are you going to be downstairs later...?"

"Correct!"

"I'll come over first to see if you're okay. Then I'll go to David's friends' rooms and talk to them."

"Here, we are the only ones here...don't worry about safety issues!"

"Ok!"

Xina thought immediately. .Urging: "Go find David's friends quickly! Let's gather here to rest for a while~"

"..Um!"

. . .

Andres is gone.

Zina looked at Susan hugging Cui Yingying and the somewhat sleepy secretary Maggie, and couldn't help but shook her head slightly and smiled.

"Let's go~ Let's go to the bedroom!"

"If you can't sleep, how can we talk again?!"

"Okay!" Cui Yingying tightened her arms, hugged Susan and followed Zina.

----

51st Street, in front of Barclays Bank.

FBI field director Lekosha Bonidi, with a very serious look on his face and a small piece of "chewing gum" in his hand, approached NYPD Director Matthews Denipero.

"Man, we're in... big trouble!"

"...??" Matthews took the chewing gum and looked at the people around him with doubtful eyes, and asked.

"This is?"

"c4 dynamite!"

"Hi~"

"This is..!?"

"Correct!"

Lekosha took a deep breath, turned to look in the direction of the bank door, and said, "This is what our negotiator obtained from the robbers."

"The shock we felt just now was that the robbers were using C4 explosives to blow up the vault."

"fxxx!"

Matthews felt that this sudden case was becoming more and more exaggerated. .

He frowned and turned to look at the person in charge of the police scene beside him, and asked, "Is someone from the ATF here?"

(atf, that is: Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives~ This name was changed again in 2001, and it is used here for the time being.)

"No~"

"Then go find it now!!"

"...Okay!" The on-site person in charge, who had served in the army for several years, replied in a muffled voice as he stared down at the piece of C4 explosive that looked like chewing gum, feeling like a big stone was being pressed down on his heart.

. . .

Manhattan.

About an hour after the police received the call.

A convoy of more than a dozen military jeeps passed through the Lincoln Tunnel, entered downtown Manhattan, and turned onto 42nd Street.

In front of the Wildfire Bar.

Mengo, the steel-toothed dog, and Zach, the little man, smiled happily when they saw a few people jumping out of the jeep.

"Hey~ You guys are so fast!"

"Hahaha~" Jackal, who walked towards the two of them first, laughed and turned to look at Lawrence, the person in charge of the security training base, and muttered in a low voice.

"That bastard Andres didn't explain the situation clearly when he called..."

"What's the matter?"

"Hehe~"

The little Zach bared his teeth, pointed at the bar behind him, and said with a smile, "Shall we go in and talk?"

"Tonight, we have closed early!"

"Uh..." Jackal hesitated for a moment and was about to say something.

"No!" Lawrence, who came from behind, shook his head and refused.

"You tell me the situation first, and then we'll arrange the manpower!"

"Ok!"

The little Zach glanced at the heavily armed soldiers coming over, stopped talking, and explained simply: "Almost an hour ago, the auxiliary police office received..."

. . .

After listening to the introduction of the little Zach, Lawrence looked up at the bar upstairs, raised the corners of his mouth and whispered.

"Jackal, you are responsible for staying and ensuring the safety of this place~"

"I'll take someone to the hotel to have a look!"

"..do not!"

"It's better for you to stay here, and I'll go to the hotel!"

"Um?!"

Lawrence frowned and looked directly into the jackal's eyes: "This is an order!"

"..Tsk~"

"Fine!"

The jackal helplessly shrugged at the little Zach and the steel-toothed dog Menge, and said with a wry smile: "Let's go, guys..."

"Let's go in and have a drink!"

"...Haha~" The little Zach snickered and glanced at Lawrence's somewhat darkened face. He took the steel-toothed dog Mengo with him and turned around and walked into the bar.

After seeing the two of them go in.

Jackal smiled and patted Lawrence on the shoulder, whispering: "Although we all know that the New York police are a bunch of trash..."

"But you still have to be careful!"

"Phew...ok!"

Lawrence raised his eyebrows and sighed at the jackal.

Then he turned around and said to the soldiers: "Groups [-] to [-], get in the car and follow me!"

"Groups seven to eleven stayed behind and deployed their own covert defenses on the entire street!!"

"Go, go, go!"

. . .

Lawrence, let's go~

Jackal looked at the soldiers and quickly disappeared into the shadows on both sides of the street. He silently took out a cigarette and lit it~

He blew out a cloud of smoke and let it disperse in the cold wind. .He also imitated Lawrence's actions just now, raised his head and looked at the lightless windows above the Wildfire Bar, and his expression gradually became serious.

----

Jersey City, New Jersey.

The second-in-command of the Soprano family, Junior Soprano, after checking the goods brought back by his top subordinate Shark Head, nodded with satisfaction, led a few people to the club, and asked casually.

"Did you encounter any accidents on the way back?"

"A little bit..." Sharkhead replied hesitantly with a strange look on his face.

"Oh?"

Junior looked back at a few people and asked curiously: "What happened?"

"Forehead.."

Sharkhead looked left and right, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands and said: "On our way back, the police in Manhattan were like... going to explode towards Central Park~"

"Also, we wanted to be safer on the way back. We took the Lincoln Tunnel and planned to make a long circle before coming back."

"I happened to see the Da Security Company's jeep convoy again, rushing towards Manhattan like a train..."

"Huh?" After hearing this, Junior also had doubts on his face. .

He frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up at Shark Head and said, "Take two people and go to Manhattan right now to see what's going on!"

"I'll be waiting for your call at the club!"

"..OK!"

. . .

Sharkhead and others are gone~

Junior sat at the bar in the club, tilted his head and looked at the X-dressed dancer who was performing hard on the stage in the distance, rubbed his chin and fell into thinking again.

Something must have happened over there in Manhattan. .Big deal!

Otherwise, according to the working style of the New York police, they would never act crazy at this time. .

Emm. .

Junior slowly confirmed his thoughts, his eyes fell on the phone at hand, he picked up the receiver and dialed.

----

Manhattan.

51st Street, in front of Barclays Bank.

Alston, who almost led people through Manhattan and Queens before finding the head of Barclays Bank, walked up to Matthews with a dark face, nodded to Lekosha, the interim head of the FBI, and said.

"This bastard...he didn't even come home!"

"We found him in the hotel where he stayed with his lover..."

"..." Matthews has no intention of paying attention to such nonsense now~

He frowned and looked at the bank manager following Alston, then glanced at the reporters who were stopped by the police in the distance, and asked.

"Our negotiators have already had preliminary negotiations with the robbers~"

"But we don't know the specific situation inside the bank yet!"

"Can you tell me about it!?"

He was wearing a nightgown underneath.The person in charge of the bank, who was wearing a coat and hotel slippers on his feet, whispered in a cold sweat.

"Our bank occupies three floors above ground and two floors below ground in this building."

“The overall layout of the three floors above ground is no different from other banks~”

"The underground floor is the vault where we often deposit and withdraw cash."

"The second underground floor is the private safe service area operated by our bank."

"What about people?"

"How many people are on duty in the bank tonight?!"

"Forehead.."

"Including security and the duty manager, there should be a total of 13 people!"

"should?!"

The person in charge of the bank, under the cold gaze of Matthews and others, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and said hesitantly.

"The bank's night shift security personnel were supposed to be... 10 people, divided into three groups~"

"They are on duty in three places: the control room on the second floor, the lobby and the first basement level."

"Plus the bank's night shift manager and two staff..."

"fxxx!"

The police chief, who had been standing next to Matthews, couldn't help shouting obscenities: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Say quickly! How many people are there!"

"Forehead.."

The person in charge of the bank shivered all over, lowered his head and said with trembling lips: "Tonight's manager on duty... asked for leave from me and is not here..."

"Two of the security staff were fired the day before yesterday, and we haven't hired anyone yet..."

"So, there should be...10 people inside now!"

"10?!"

Matthews repeated it in a low voice, turning to look at Lekosha from the FBI. .

Lekosha also frowned and whispered: "Based on the conversation with the robbers... there may be less than ten people inside now~"

"analyze?!"

"Correct!"

Lekosha turned around and found Torres Bradman, a young psychologist who had followed Harold Stone to New York to work in the crowd, explaining to Matthews.

"That kid is a student of Professor Paul Aikman, the criminal psychology consultant at our headquarters!"

"When he went to negotiate with the robbers, he saw blood stains in the lobby on the first floor..."

"So, someone should have been injured or killed in the bank~"

"..."

Matthews glanced silently at Torres, a young psychology expert who was holding hot coffee in his hand and staring in the direction of the bank. .He turned around and asked the person in charge of the bank coldly.

"What's in your bank vault?"

"Forehead.."

The person in charge of the bank opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "The underground floor is where our bank stores cash and valuables."

“The second underground floor is full of the latest Swiss-made personal safes.”

"..." Matthews was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

He took out the chewing gum-like C4 explosive from his pocket and said, "The robbers are using this high explosive... to blow up the vault!"

"If we don't know what's in there..."

"Hiss~ Explode into the warehouse?!"

The person in charge of the bank suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat~

He stared at the piece of "chewing gum" and stammered: "In recent years, our bank reserves enough rice dollar cash and foreign currency in the vault every year on Christmas and New Year's Eve~"

"In the vault on the underground floor, the amount we counted before get off work tonight is...more than 3800 million meters + more than 1000 million pounds, francs and other foreign currencies + some gold and securities..."

"What's the total?!" Matthews asked in a voice that seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"The total amount... exceeds 5000 million yuan!"

"..."

After getting this accurate number, several people were speechless ~

"Old fritter" Lekosha stared at the Barclays Bank in the distance and couldn't help complaining with a wry smile.

"No wonder~ Those bastards actually used C4 to blow up the vault..."

"5000 million yuan!"

"Tsk tsk~"

"Is this the largest bank robbery in the country so far?"

"..."

The police on-site supervisors + Matthews + Auston were all silent towards Lekosha. .I rolled my eyes~

Anyone who hears his somewhat sour "sarcastic remarks" will think it's jealousy, right? !

. . .

Matthews clenched the C4 in his hand, took a few deep breaths, turned around and asked, "Are the ATF people here?"

"not yet.."

"Then...does anyone know what kind of bombs were installed on the cars in front of the door?"

Several people looked at each other, but no one answered~

Auston turned his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, turned around and found the direction facing the wind. Just as he was about to light it, he saw a person coming from a distance through his fingertips.

"..Hey~"

"We're here to help!"

"Ok??"

After hearing Auston's words, several people looked in the direction he was looking at~

Lawrence, wearing a body armor with a big logo printed on it, strode up to a few people and asked with a smile.

"Hey~ guys, it's quite lively here tonight!?"

"..."

Matthews pursed his lips, threw the c4 in his hand to Lawrence, and said, "This is from the robber..."

"A few cars over there..."

After listening to Matthews' introduction, Lawrence quickly walked to the burned cars and walked around a few times. .

He searched around the ground again, picked up a few small things, walked back to a few people, and smiled.

"These cars were not bombed by C4!"

"Look!"

"This... timed or remote-controlled striker-detonated bomb can be made by high school students who study hard using the knowledge they have learned and the daily raw materials they can buy~"

"For example: fill a Coke bottle with gasoline or gunpowder in a bullet + the gear core of a mechanical clock + a set of firing pins that can fire shotgun bullets."

"You can use the timing function of the core gear of the clock + the firing pin to adjust the firing force + a shotgun bullet fixed on the mouth of the Coke bottle..."

"A toy-style time bomb that can be put into a shoe box, and it's done!"

"..."

After listening to Lawrence's "popular science", Matthews and others felt a chill on their backs and took a deep breath. .

The "Old Fritter" Lai Lai was full, patted Lawrence on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Fortunately... you are not a robber!"

"Hahahaha~" Lawrence laughed~

. . .

After a few minutes.

Matthews pulled Lawrence to a deserted place, frowned and asked: "These guys... must have blown up the vault~"

"The way they look...I need help!"

"How many people did you bring?"

Lawrence raised the corners of his mouth and replied: "Count me in, five!"

"Five..." Matthews was speechless~

Lawrence looked in the direction of the bank and said with a smile: "In a little while, it will be dawn~"

"Do you... have any plans?"

"..No!"

Matthews took a deep breath and whispered: "The robbers deliberately threw a piece of c4 to us, and deliberately blew up the vault under our noses."

"If we want to storm in, I'm afraid..."

"Understood~"

Lawrence nodded in agreement and whispered: "About one kilogram of C4 can blow up an old five-story apartment building."

"If this group of robbers had a large amount of C4 in their hands and it was detonated..."

"I guess our building..."

"No! There can't be anyone alive on this street~"

Matthews nodded slightly with a solemn expression and said, "So, we are going to wait for them to come up with conditions and prepare to escape from the city and look for opportunities again..."

"Ok!"

"I'll give you...arrange two sniper teams to help you!"

"it is good!"

"But two groups...are they too few?"

"Hehe~"

Lawrence smiled and patted Matthews on the shoulder, explaining: "Our sniper and his partner observer are both good at shooting targets from long distances!"

"Two teams and four sniper rifles can already solve most of your problems!"

"..All right!"

Matthews looked slightly relaxed and said with a hint of joy and gratitude in his eyes.

"I... owe you once!"

"Hahaha~ You don't owe me anything!"

"If this is the case, why don't you go talk to my boss?!"

"Boss? David!?"

"He sent you here...?"

"No!"

Lawrence slowly put away his smile and whispered seriously: "He is still sleeping at home and doesn't know anything~"

"This morning, he is going to hold an engagement ceremony at the Plaza Hotel!"

"And I will stand here just to let him rest peacefully!"

Matthews opened his mouth and finally closed it. .

He knew exactly what the security company was like.

indeed!

Without David, Lawrence and the soldiers might not even be able to find a permanent residence or a job. .

Not to mention that Lawrence could stand in front of him and talk freely as a helper~

Lawrence seemed to see what Matthews was thinking, shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Let's go, man! Let's go find someone to do some research first?"

"Ok!"