Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Morning, quarter past eight.

Manhattan.

875 Fifth Avenue, 15th floor, home of Mag Ludwig and Janet Patrick.

Mager received a call from Ezra Cremo, head of the CIA's New York branch, as scheduled.

However, neither of them talked about Senator Zenli Wilson and Joan Herring on the phone, but about another person.

"Who are you talking about...Pamela Randy?"

the other end of the phone.

Ezra Cremo was sitting in his office, holding a microphone in his hand, looking at the dim sky outside the window, and said.

"Pamela Randy, female, born in 56, received a degree certificate from the Johns Hopkins University School of International Relations at the age of 20."

"After she was recruited by us, she underwent intensive military training for about ten months. She was first sent to the branch in Tokyo as an intern for half a year, and then transferred to the Greek branch to start formal work."

"More than a month ago, one of the heads of the Greek branch, Gusta Evra Coste, had no choice but to transfer her to work under me because of the headquarter's layoff plan."

"But after receiving the transfer order, she did not immediately come to New York to report to me. Instead, she took her family to Hawaii for vacation."

"Hehe~"

"Is this your explanation?" Mag asked with a sneer while sitting in his study.

"..No!"

"This is a fact, not an explanation."

"Everything I said is something you can check!"

"Um.."

"I will!"

"Then... let's continue~ What did she find!?"

"The man from cid accidentally came into contact with David."

After Mager heard the abbreviation, he immediately frowned, sat upright, and asked, "Army Criminal Investigation Command?"

"Yes!"

"Are you familiar with cid?" Claymore asked curiously on the phone.

"Okay~"

"But it has always been a department under the jurisdiction of the military, and I have very little contact with it."

"Oh~"

Ezra Cremo smiled silently: "U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Command, Army Criminal Investigation Command, referred to as cid."

"It was an independent agency created within the Army Military Police by the famous Hammer General John Pershing during World War I to prevent, prevent, and investigate crimes involving the military during war or occupation."

"But by the end of World War I, the size of the Army was greatly reduced, and the cid was also reduced accordingly."

"In 1942, after the outbreak of the Pacific War, when the Army expanded again, cid was still just a branch within the Army Pie Command."

"It was not until 1944 that the Army's military discipline on the North African battlefield was lax and various criminal scandals frequently broke out. The Army Command restored the establishment of the Criminal Investigation Division and officially established an independent office within the Command. .”

"After the end of World War II, the CID was again downsized..."

"In 1960, it was downgraded to the level of a military base, and criminal investigation cases were handled by the theater command itself."

"In 1965, CID regained its criminal investigation qualifications and began performing tasks in Europe and the Far East the following year, and a new round of staffing expansion began."

"In 1969, cid was allowed to conduct investigative operations around the world."

"In 1971, Secretary of Defense Melvin Laird approved the establishment of the CID Command by the Department of the Army. It is the first-level command of the Army and has the authority to command and control CID operations worldwide."

"However...a few years ago, a big scandal broke out about Frank Lucas, the big drug lord in Hamlin~"

"Frank Lucas actually bribed some military officers and military police to use the coffins of soldiers killed on the Vietnam battlefield to transport drugs into the country."

"Both cid and the Army Command have been plunged into a huge crisis of public opinion..."

"You should be familiar with this matter, right?" Claymore said with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Mag was silent for a few seconds while holding the microphone, and said coldly.

"If you keep talking nonsense, we won't have to talk anymore!"

"Wow~ wow!"

"Hahaha~Okay!"

"Let's get back to the point!"

“Before and after World War II, the Office of Naval Intelligence (oni for short) also established the Naval Criminal Investigative Service (Naval Criminal Investigative Service, cis for short) in order to facilitate the collection of intelligence and counterintelligence work, as well as to investigate economic crimes and criminal cases within the navy. "

"After the end of World War II, the Navy will have cis personnel in almost all military bases around the world."

"The biggest difference between it and cid is... cis will secretly recruit some civilians to serve as investigators to take charge of investigations."

"As for cid's investigators, they basically select new investigators from among active military personnel and reservists."

Ezra Cremo said this, paused slightly, and then said.

"However... cis and cid, although they are nominally the same as our cia, are under the management of the Ministry of Justice~"

"But cis and cid intelligence officers almost never share intelligence with our cia..."

"They will only cooperate with our CIA when conducting judicial investigations into certain foreign criminal cases."

"So, with their rapid expansion and development in recent years, they have slowly formed a set of relatively independent workflows for investigation, evidence collection, surveillance, tracking, polygraph detection, arrest, etc."

"And the Pamela Randy I just mentioned went to the Tokyo CIA branch for an internship... It's just an official statement."

"Because the official statement is... CIA does not have any branch in Tokyo!"

"So Pamela Randy was sent to Tokyo by our CIA to assist cid in criminal work as a cis newcomer..."

"In other words, Pamela Randy's official working status in Tokyo is that she is a new cis investigator, and she is just ordered to cooperate with cid investigators~"

After hearing this, Ma Ge slowly straightened out his thoughts, and then asked: "Then the person Pamela Randy met, is it definitely a cid investigator?"

"How did she come into contact with David?"

"Hehe~"

Ezra Cremo chuckled twice and put his legs on the desk: "I just said it~ That cid secret investigator was just accidentally seen by Pamela Randy~"

"The Army's CIS was exposed a few years ago. After the scandal of using the coffins of dead soldiers to transport drugs, the Navy began to learn CIS and secretly recruited a group of civilian investigators to investigate official crimes, criminal crimes and economic crimes within the military. Crimes, etc., launch secret investigation~"

"The cid investigator who was seen by Pamela Randy and had unexpected contact with David is named Akie Asama."

"She is one of the non-staff investigators secretly recruited by cid in recent years."

"But~"

"CID has never reported to the Department of Justice, like CIS, its plan to recruit civilians as investigators!"

"If her identity is exposed, cid will most likely not admit her identity..."

"I will only send someone to warn her not to talk nonsense, and then watch her fend for herself~"

"... Huh~" Mag took out a long breath, frowned, thought for a moment, and asked.

"Is that all the explanation you gave?"

"...Yes!" Ezra Cremo adjusted his condition and said in a very sincere voice.

"Director Heidi Corlendon and I met a few days ago..."

A smile appeared on Mag's lips, and he chuckled: "Are you... looking for ways to make money?"

"..Um!"

Seeing that the words had been spoken, Claymore simply stopped hiding it and spoke directly.

"In the past two days, the Deputy Minister of Justice, the National Security Council, and the Overseas Covert Operations Committee each hinted to our director's office~"

"President Warren White and many senators and congressmen have reached a consensus and are preparing to make another large-scale reduction of non-staff personnel + reduction of activity funds + reduction of formal staffing of the headquarters before the end of this year."

"Deputy Director Heidi Corenden said... In this round of major layoffs, it is expected that more than [-] regular personnel will leave CIA..."

"So, we are going to find a way to get some money before the end of the year to put them..."

"What to do with them?" Mag interrupted Claymore directly and issued a "soul torture". .

Claymore held the microphone in his hand, smiled bitterly and sighed.

"That's 1 people!!"

"I...what else can I do?"

"The bureau can't come up with much money as their severance package..."

"Lost job + no money..."

"What should we do if we can make this group of people who have been engaged in intelligence work all year round...?"

"Deputy Director Corenden and I just hope we can get more opportunities for them after leaving office!"

Mag Ludwig was silent.

He sat back in his chair, thought for a moment, and whispered.

"I will investigate this matter again!"

"Just wait for my call~"

"..OK!"

. . .

After hanging up the phone, Mag got up and walked to the window, did a few chest expansion exercises, and couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he could understand and feel the reasons given by Ezra Claymore. .It’s understandable ~

But this kind of excuse that makes people feel "high-class" does not make Mager believe that Pamela Randy only "accidentally" appeared in Hawaii and "accidentally" watched Got to that. . cid investigator!

The dark history of CIA cannot be overemphasized~!

Every explanation and excuse is "accidental". Maybe only those fools who still have illusions about CIA's positive image will believe it. .

----

Manhattan.

Wall Street, Stanley [-]th Floor.

Sam Rogers welcomed his "visitor" Bernard Madoff in his office.

When he saw Madoff for the first time, he seemed to have figured something out in his mind and asked with a smile.

"You came here because...?"

"Yes!"

Madoff put his briefcase beside him, looked at Sam and smiled.

"I know you don't trust me..."

"But I still want to make it clear to you about some minor misunderstandings between us!"

"Oh?~"

"Please sit down, let's talk slowly." Sam put down the document in his hand and invited Madoff to sit down first.

Madoff took off his coat and spoke very directly without any further instigation.

"I was on the phone with Otis Parker last night."

"When we were inside the commodity exchange, I reminded you on purpose... about the [-] million yuan!"

"But this is not some conspiracy between Mr. Parker and I, but we are both doing the same thing as David."

"same?"

Sam couldn't help but leaned back and asked with a smile: "You want to test me with 3 million yuan?"

"No!"

Madoff shrugged and smiled innocently: "He is using 3 million yuan to test me!"

"Hahahaha~" Sam and Madoff looked at each other for a while and both laughed.

. . .

After laughing.

Sam casually handed Madoff a document in front of him and smiled.

"This is the stock we are going to buy next week, please take a look first~"

"Um.."

Madoff looked through the handwritten list of stocks to buy, pointed to a company stock on it, and asked.

“Berkshire Hathaway?”

"Their company's stock price has reached...around 150 meters, right?"

"You want to buy it... Isn't the price a little too high?!"

"Hehe~"

Sam smiled and shook his head: "It is a company that David specially designated to buy at least 15%."

"We have bought some in the OTC market before, and the rest is up to you!"

"..All right!"

Madoff suppressed the strange emotion in his heart, thought for a while and said: "I have a friend who bought some stocks from Warren Buffett and Charlie Munger a few years ago."

"Yesterday, we were talking about these stocks at my friend Mikhail's family dinner~"

"If... the price is right, I can..."

"The price?" Of course Sam understood what Madoff meant, took out a folder from the drawer at hand and asked in a low voice.

"What premium do you think is appropriate for buying?"

"Uh..." Madoff hesitated and shook his head slowly.

"It would be better for you and my friend to talk in private~"

"He's a nice guy, you'll like him..."

"..Can!"

"How about we meet him for lunch or dinner?"

"ok~"

"I'll call him now to make an appointment!"

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

In the morning light.

David got up from the bed feeling thirsty, covered his eyes with his hands, and groped into the bathroom.

After half an hour.

First floor, in the restaurant.

Cui Yingying and Tilda Swinton were sitting at the dining table. When they saw David staggering down, they couldn't help laughing.

"Hi~morning!"

"morning!"

David rubbed his dry eyes, sat next to Cui Yingying, kissed her forehead, and asked with a smile.

"Just you two?"

"Where are Giles and Bloomer?"

"They are still sleeping..." Before Cui Yingying could answer, Tilda asked from the side.

"Where were you last night? Why did you come back so drunk?"

"Haha~" David shook his head, raised his eyebrows very proudly, and smiled.

"I can't tell you this!"

"When you grow older, you will naturally understand..."

"Grow up?" Tilda pouted, rolled her eyes, and stopped talking. .

"Hahahaha~" David and Cui Yingying looked at each other and laughed~

. . .

after breakfast.

David chatted with Cui Yingying and Tilda for a while, and then realized that the housekeeper Aclade, who usually stood silently not far away, was not there. . ?

Cui Yingying discovered that Ackleide had "disappeared" when she saw him, and explained with a smile.

"Jane Fonda and Professor Gila Cox are taking a flight back to New York this morning, and Acklade has gone to see them off~"

"Oh!"

David scratched his head with his hand, glanced at the maid Chasida standing at the door of the kitchen, and asked.

"Where's Mr. Gardener?"

"It seems like yesterday... I didn't see him!"

"He's here! He was there just now..." Cui Yingying said, pointing to the empty living room and found that no one was there.

David glanced into the living room, thought for a moment, and waved his hand.

"Forget it~"

"I'll go to the study first. If you see him, ask him to come to me~"

"Okay!" Cui Yingying walked up to David, gently wiped away a little bit of juice from the corner of his mouth with her hand, and said with a gentle smile.

David looked at Cui Yingying who was so close, couldn't help but licked his lips, kissed her hard, and said with a smile.

"I'm off to work!"

"Ok!"

"Uh...that...Tilda!"

"Will you do me a favor?"

"I?"

"Okay~" Tilda blinked, thought for a while, and asked.

"what can I do for you?"

"type!"

"You know how to use a typewriter, right?"

"Yes...but my typing speed is not fast!"

"It doesn't matter~ As long as you know how to do it."

David winked at Cui Yingying, pulled the somewhat confused Tilda up the stairs.

Cui Yingying suddenly felt something as she watched the two people chatting and disappearing around the corner of the stairs. .

These two people seemed. .They are all deliberately maintaining this state of seemingly closeness to each other, but in fact they are separated by an invisible distance.

Moreover, both of them felt very satisfied with being able to maintain this "intimacy" state. .

She could roughly guess what David was thinking.

What exactly was Tilda thinking? .Cui Yingying is a bit confused~