Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Lower Manhattan, in front of the NYPD headquarters.

Bronx gang boss Francisco Barone, surrounded by lawyers and a few others, hurriedly got into the car and quickly disappeared around the corner of the neon-lit street.

The Queen.

Malkin Sr.'s home.

Second floor, study.

Ludy put down the microphone in his hand, looked at old Malkin with a strange smile, thought for a while and said.

"After some people learned that... Barone was being targeted by the police, they started to take action again!"

"That's not surprising~"

Old Malkin held an unlit cigar between his fingers, squinting his eyes slightly and smiling.

"Go and inform everyone in the family to be more careful in the past few days and not to go out to meet or come into contact with anyone!"

"Okay!" Lu Di nodded and responded, reaching out to pick up the phone.

"No~"

Old Malkin stopped him and said in a low voice: "Go directly and talk to them face to face!"

"Let's observe their reactions..."

"...ok~" Ludi understood what old Malkin meant, stood up and nodded to him, walked to the door, and was about to open the door and leave, but turned back and asked.

"Don't you need to arrange more people here?"

"Haha~" Old Malkin gently waved the cigar on his fingertips and smiled.

"How do you know...I didn't arrange anyone?"

"...Okay~"

"I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Ok!"

. . .

Ludy, gone.

Old Malkin walked out of the study slowly, came to the dining room on the first floor, and stopped in front of the door leading to the basement.

He gently knocked on the door a few times with his hand. After more than ten seconds, the door was opened from the inside~

A strong middle-aged man with gray hair in his late fifties looked around very vigilantly and asked in a low voice.

"Is something wrong?"

"No~"

"You guys come out for a drink, I'm the only one at home."

"...We don't drink!"

"Haha~" Old Malkin slowly stretched out his hand, took the middle-aged man's arm, and said with a smile.

"You guy...it's been so many years and you're still the same!"

"Don't be so nervous!"

"Right now, no one will pay attention to me..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and glanced at the forearm grasped by old Malkin, frowned and walked out of the door, turned his head and whispered behind him.

"Come out and get some air."

"..." In the large basement, a fat man with a bloated figure slowly walked out of the shadow in the corner.

----

Northern Brooklyn, on the border with Queens.

Bushwick community.

Although they are neighbors, this neighborhood is very different from the Brownsville neighborhood where Mike Tyson grew up and lived.

Since the 60s, this community has been flooded with large numbers of Latino immigrants from South America.

The proliferation of guns + impoverished immigrants + completely disordered community management made this area a key area of ​​control for the Brooklyn police.

No matter day or night, pedestrians on the streets in this area have their heads lowered and their footsteps hurried. .

Because those gangsters who have nothing to do all day will appear on the streets from time to time every day, looking for new targets~

. . .

Bushwick neighborhood, at the intersection of Wilson Avenue and Palmette Street.

In a bar called the Palm Tree.

It was almost midnight, and almost all the customers who came to the bar for a drink had already gone home.

There were only a few young men wearing short jackets and holding leaf cigarettes in their hands, sitting in a corner of the bar with their heads together and muttering something.

at the bar.

The Latino bartender, who was only in his sixties, wiped the glass very seriously. .It seems that everything around him has nothing to do with him~

at the door.

A middle-aged man wearing a heavy old coat opened the door and walked slowly into the bar.

He took off the cotton baseball cap on his head, glanced at a few young people in the corner seemingly casually, walked to the bar, and spoke to the bar in English with a strange accent.

"Bring me a Caipirinha."

"..." After hearing what the guest said, the bartender looked at him in surprise for a few seconds and asked.

“I still have some barrel white cachaça here, okay?”

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man took out a handful of change from his pocket and stared at the bartender with khaki eyes.

The bartender showed a smile, thought for a moment, and raised two fingers: "20 dollars!"

"..." The middle-aged man silently counted out 20 dollars in change, put aside a few 1-dollar tips, and pushed them to the bartender.

The bartender narrowed his eyes, put away the drink money, turned around and took out a small wine barrel from the bottom of the wine cabinet, took out a fresh lime from the refrigerator not far away, and found a sharp kitchen knife.

Then, he walked to the opposite side of the middle-aged man, cut off both ends of the oval-shaped lime with a kitchen knife, skillfully removed the rind of the lime, cut the pulp into small wedge-shaped pieces, and put it into a table next to him. Inside the cocktail shaker.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to the bartender and said, "Add less ice cubes and sugar."

"Ok!"

The bartender smiled and poured the white cachaça in the barrel into the cocktail shaker, then added some white sugar and shook it well.

Then use an ice shovel to get some crushed ice and put it into the wine glass, pour the wine in the cocktail shaker into the glass with ice cubes, and two glasses of the traditional Brazilian Caipirinha (Caipirinha) were placed in front of the middle-aged people. in front of.

The middle-aged man looked down at the two glasses of fruity wine, picked up one and took a small sip. He nodded to the bartender with great satisfaction and drank all the wine. .

The bartender wiped his hands with a smile, picked up another glass of wine, raised his glass to the middle-aged man, and drank the drink directly with his head raised. .

"Hush~huh!"

After the two of them drank all their drinks, they couldn't help but take a breath slowly and then spit it out slowly. .

They all felt it in their mouths silently. .The sweetness and excitement of the mixture of lime fruity aroma + sugar + sugar cane alcohol~

After a while.

The middle-aged man licked his lips, turned his head and glanced at the person sitting in the corner. .A young man standing up to leave.

The bartender followed his gaze, watched the young people walk out of the bar, and whispered.

"Would you like anything else?"

"My place... is closing!"

"..Um!"

"I want to get some news."

"Oh?"

The bartender stretched out his arms and put his hands on the bar and asked, "What do you want to know?"

The middle-aged man stared at the empty wine glass, reached into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a folded old newspaper, and placed it in front of the bartender.

The bartender opened the old newspaper with some curiosity and saw a piece of news on it, which was circled with a pen.

"you think.."

"Yes!"

"I saw this case on TV..."

"But this case is already with the police. Is it closed?!"

"Most of the girls who were imprisoned in the basement have been rescued by the police~"

"..Yes!"

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, took out a small stack of bills from the inner pocket of his coat, placed it in front of the bartender, and said.

"There were also several girls who met with accidents and died after escaping from the protection of the police~"

"One of their victims... was my daughter!"

"..."

The bartender glanced at the small stack of bills, put down the newspaper in his hand, and shook his head slightly.

"Sorry~"

"I don't know any useful information for you, so I can't help you."

There was a hint of disappointment in the middle-aged man's eyes, which was keenly captured by the bartender.

He turned his head and looked inside the bar, then looked at the door of the bar, thought for a moment, reached out and took out a Franklin from the stack of bills, and whispered.

"However, I have heard some rumors..."

"The NYPD's newly established Auxiliary Police Office in Manhattan was involved in this case almost throughout the entire process."

"If there is anyone in New York who can help you... maybe they are the only ones!"

"Auxiliary police...office?"

"Hehe~"

The bartender put the money away with a smile, raised his hand and made an inviting gesture towards the door.

"We're closing~"

"..." The middle-aged man looked at the bartender silently for a few seconds, nodded to him slowly, put away the stack of bills on the bar, stood up and said.

"Thank you!"

"Tonight...I never came!"

"Haha~" the bartender raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and said.

"You are welcome to come again and taste...O. Barros Cocktail!"

"...Yes!" The middle-aged man walked to the door, tilted his head and whispered in response, and walked out of the bar.

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

A shower before evening brought the lawn in the yard back to life~

The dinner prepared at the request of Mrs. Devonshire Deborah started as scheduled.

On the lawn in front of the holiday home.

Deborah was moved to the main seat at the table, and everyone raised their glasses together amid laughter.

As the owner of this place, David originally wanted to ask Deborah to say a few words first. .

But Deborah smiled and waved her hand and refused~

David had no choice but to raise his wine glass and smile at everyone present.

"Hawaii is a great place!"

“Not only are there beautiful beaches and rich and diverse ocean wonders, but also all of you here, my dearest friends!”

"Cheers~"

“For our wonderful trip to Hawaii!”

"Cheers~" Everyone raised their glasses with a smile and echoed with a smile to the people around them.

. . .

After putting down the glass.

Bloomer and Giles, who were sitting opposite David, looked at each other and raised their eyebrows at David with a smirk.

David pretended not to see it, lowered his head and took a few bites of Cui Yingying's carefully prepared sea salt-fried steak. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly with great enjoyment, showing a look of great enjoyment~

Deborah, who was sitting on his left, saw his appearance, pursed her lips, picked up the tableware, and smiled.

"Eat slowly~ Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Hmm... Okay!" David winked at Deborah while chewing the food, leaned over and whispered.

"When you go back this time...can you let Tilda stay for a few more days?"

"Oh?"

Deborah stopped moving her hands, glanced at Tilda who was sitting not far away, and smiled.

"Afternoon...have you and her already negotiated?"

"No~"

"Then you still let her stay?"

"Tsk~" David said in a smaller voice with a bitter look on his face.

"I originally wanted to..."

"But I used the wrong method!"

"Sorry~"

"method?"

"What have you been doing?"

"Forehead.."

"I asked you, Xina and Elena, to chat with Tilda all afternoon..."

"As a result...she actually decided not to leave, but to stay for a few more days..."

"...Hahahaha~"

Deborah put down the tableware, smiled and tapped David's arm with her hand, and asked.

"What were they talking about?"

"Could it be...that this wasn't what you expected?"

"of course not!"

David raised his hands to show that he was innocent and explained: "I also came from her age..."

"The so-called love in the ignorant stage of youth is like a beautiful bubble..."

"Especially someone like me..."

"...Okay~" Deborah waved her hand to stop David from continuing.

Her eyes swept across the faces of Cui Yingying, Xina and Elena, fell on Tilda's face, and asked.

"Have you really thought about getting married to one of them?"

"..." David asked.

He thought about it seriously and nodded without any hesitation.

"I did think about it!"

"But I don't think...marriage can bring them the happiness they dream of~"

"Oh?"

Deborah tilted her head with interest, wanting to hear what this kid was thinking. .

David shrugged calmly and said with a smile: "I have heard such a passage before~"

"The best thing in life is meeting the right person at the right time!"

"Because that will be the luckiest thing in each other's lives!"

"Time often quietly changes our views and attitudes towards the future, towards love, towards life, and towards life~"

"But our lives are often misled by certain illusions and become like a fairy tale~"

"Meeting the wrong person at the right time is the youth of most young people!"

"Meeting the right person at the wrong time is what most adults regret!"

"Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is a normal part of most people's lives."

David tapped his heart with his finger and looked beyond Deborah to the distant scenery behind her.

On the ridge illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, a few lush small trees were dancing gently in the wind~

"Love, in my opinion, is a particularly luxurious word."

"It will never be as cruel as time, let alone as warm as the sun."

"It will only make two people who once loved each other rely on each other from the bottom of their hearts!"

As David spoke, he "wrote" strokes and strokes in the air with his fingers.

"In the far east, people told us very clearly what it means to be human with just two simple strokes!"

"People need to rely on each other, rely on each other, and depend on each other before they can live happily~"

"Whether it is family, lover, lover... or even stranger, it can make people feel happiness, warmth and dependence~"

"A lonely person cannot live happily and joyfully..."

"Loneliness and loneliness not only make people feel empty, but also make them crazy!"

"So, fairy tale love is destined to be short-lived..."

"None of us can escape reality!"

"For two people who once loved each other~"

"No one ever feels sorry for anyone..."

"To blame... I can only blame fate!"

"..."

At some point, everyone at the dinner table stopped chatting and looked at the "philosopher-possessed" David.

Deborah tilted her head, looked at David who was "pretending" for a while, sighed quietly, kicked him lightly under the table, and picked up the tableware with graceful movements. .

David felt the touch on his calf, suddenly recovered from the strange state just now, turned his head and smiled at everyone at the dinner table.

"Hey~ who of you wants some...dessert?"

"...Haha~" Everyone smiled with different expressions, and used the cutlery in their hands to launch a new round of attack on the food on the plate. .

Bloomer, who was sitting opposite David, curled his lips and made a funny expression, shaking his head and laughing.

"Teasing...huh?!"

"Steak...can't you shut your mouth?"

"Hahahaha~" Blumer laughed and rolled his eyes, pretending to look at Cui Yingying, Zina, Elena and Tilda casually.

Giles, who was sitting next to him, was looking at David with a frown, as if he wanted to ask something, but he forced it back. .

David thought he guessed what he wanted to ask, shook his head slightly and smiled, as if talking to himself.

"Even if two people are forced to separate, it doesn't mean they don't love each other~"

"It's just that everyone has his own helplessness and can no longer continue to love..."

"Our ten fingers are naturally long or short..."

"Whose life will be without regrets?"

"Hehe~"

David placed a cut steak in front of him, winked at Deborah next to him, and smiled.

"terribly sorry!"

"I was many years late for the meeting between you and me~"

"Although I can't give you much..."

"But our meeting has made us remember each other!"

"The flame can only shine brightly in the darkness~"

"Only in my eyes, you are everything in life and happiness!"

"But... which one will make people feel more spiritually satisfied, seeing each other every day or missing each other in a different place?"

"When we look up at the starry sky, the crescent moon I see is also looking at you!"

"You only live once, so why should we chase it so hard?"

"You said...right!?"

"..." Deborah wanted to be angry, but she also wanted to laugh. .

She tried hard to adjust her facial expression and asked in a deliberately cold voice: "Are you finished?"

"Ah ~ I'm done."

"Where's my dessert?"

"Uh... coming right away!"

David smiled "as if he had been granted amnesty" and waved to the butler Acklade who was standing next to him.

“Let’s serve dessert first!”

"Okay, sir!"

The housekeeper Acklade, who had just watched the whole process silently, turned around and walked into the holiday house with a smile on his face.

His mood at the moment was almost the same as that of most people at the dinner table~

Even though David is not tall, his appearance is not very handsome. .

But just because of his mouth, several girls can escape from his "magic clutches". . ?

This is a problem!

Big problem. .

So how serious is this problem?

Just look at Tilda Swinton's little eyes at this moment and you will know the answer. .