Manhattan Reborn 1978

Manhattan.

It’s almost time to get off work in the evening.

66th Street, FBI New York Division.

The person in charge, Harold Stone, frowned and looked at a document in his hand, and asked his subordinate Kahn Spann.

"Henry Hill, have you sent additional manpower?"

"yes 1"

Kahn Spann glanced at Mr. Stone, who looked very unhappy, and whispered.

"We have just received news that Pauli Sifaro, the boss of Henry and Jimmy and others, a suspect who participated in the Lufthansa robbery, died of a heart attack in the hospital."

"...where is the confession?"

"He still didn't say anything?"

"No.."

Harold Stone took a deep breath, dropped the documents in his hands on his desk, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his forehead with his hands.

"Where is the action team sent out?"

"Any good news?"

"Have!"

Kahn Spann turned his head and glanced at the office door, took a step forward, walked to Mr. Stone, and whispered.

"Boss, this time you...?"

"...I know what I am doing!"

"Okay~"

Kahn Spann sighed silently and said: "The arrest teams sent to the customs and the city council have been arranged."

"The remaining targets are also within our monitoring range and can be acted upon at any time."

Mr. Stone glanced at his watch, then at the sky outside the window, and waved to Kahn.

"Inform them and take action!"

"ok~"

----

The Queen.

Malkin Sr.'s home.

Mike, who was wearing a bright apron around his waist, looked "satisfied with the spring breeze" on his face. He had prepared the delicious sauce for the dinner, turned his head towards the living room and shouted.

"Hey~ Ludy!"

"now you!"

"Hehe~"

Ludy put down the microphone in his hand and walked towards the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves and smiling.

"Okay~ get out of my kitchen right now!"

"Tch!" Mike Bai curled his lips, rolled his eyes, took off his apron and threw it to Ludy, teasing.

"How many years have you not cooked?"

"I won't be eaten to death, right?"

"Get out!" Lu Di pointed towards the living room with a tigerish face and yelled at Mike Bai.

"Hahahaha~" Mike Bai shrugged nonchalantly, shook his head and sat on the sofa in the living room, picked up the TV remote control and pressed it casually a few times.

. . .

On the second floor, in the study.

Old Malkin pressed his left hand on the phone, looked at his old friend Francisco Barone, and smiled.

"Their arrest operation has begun~"

"Ok!"

At this time, Barone, who was wearing an extremely shabby coat, no longer looked like a Brooklyn gang leader.

He put the old woolen hat he was holding on his head, stood up with a calm expression, and asked.

"Is it going to start here too?"

"Of course!"

"Where's Lansky?"

"Also~"

"...ok!" Barone tightened his collar and extended his right hand to Malkin.

"Goodbye my friend!"

"goodbye!"

. . .

Barone, gone.

Old Malkin picked up the phone, listened to the busy tone, thought for a while, and dialed a number.

"Hey~ it's me."

"Well... Barone just left."

"Where are your manpower? Have they been arranged?"

"Then...let's begin!"

"Get it done before it gets completely dark!"

----

Lower Manhattan.

In a hammam near Mulberry Street.

Lynde Vercello, the head of the New York Anti-Gangster Unit, was neatly dressed and led several of his subordinates into a large, steamy shower room.

After a few minutes.

Linde Vercello showed his ID and arrest warrant to a middle-aged man and said coldly.

"We will give you time to find a lawyer..."

"but not now!"

"Hmph~" The middle-aged man, who had only a long towel all over his body, snorted coldly and shook a few strands of "hair" from his forehead. He was very smart and didn't say any more nonsense~

----

at the same time.

Brooklyn, NYPD's 75th Precinct.

Lexia Burnedy of the FBI's New York branch quickly led several young agents to the door of the branch director's office.

A police officer on duty today saw the FBI holding their IDs in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Hey~ stop! What do you want to do?"

"Hehe~"

"Of course I'm on official duty!"

The veteran Lekosha waved his hands to the people behind him, walked up to the police officer who shouted loudly, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Are you... tipping someone off?"

"what?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I do not have!"

"Then shut your mouth!"

"Even if...our actions are not in compliance with procedures..."

"It's not your turn to stand up and point fingers!"

"..."

When Lekosha saw the police officer's expression, he looked like he had swallowed ten eggs in a row. .sneered.

"You don't need me to tell you our phone number to complain, right?"

"Just fight!"

"But! If you dare to say another word, I will take you away now!"

"..."

Lekosha waited for a few seconds, deliberately read the police officer's police number, reached out and pushed him into a chair.

The police officer sat back in his chair with a dark face, suddenly thinking of a few years ago again in his mind. .When the "Emperor Director" of the FBI was still in office, these agents were arrogant and domineering. .

----

West side of Queens.

In front of an apartment building near the East River in Manhattan.

As soon as several FBI agents saw the arrest target walking out of the apartment building, they noticed that a staggering homeless man suddenly accelerated and rushed to the target in a few short steps. Before he could react, he... .

"fxxx!"

The FBI detective in charge of this arrest cursed angrily, opened the car door, took out his gun, and quickly ran towards the arrest target~

"Put down the knife! Don't move!"

"I'm warning you again..."

"Bang~ bang bang!"

"Ah~!!!"

. . .

ten minutes later.

The FBI detective in charge of this arrest walked into a roadside public phone booth, took a deep breath, and dialed.

"Hello~"

"it's me!"

"Our arrest here...had an accident!"

"Correct!"

"The target was cut off the main artery in his neck by a guy disguised as a homeless man."

"No...didn't catch him..."

"The homeless man intended to continue committing murder with a knife, but I shot him with a gun and was seriously injured."

"..Yes!"

"We have called an ambulance, but both of them are losing a lot of blood now."

"..Yes!"

"Feel sorry!"

"Huh~ Got it."

After hanging up the phone.

The "unfortunate" detective held the phone booth with his hand and looked at the two people lying in a pool of blood in the distance. Suddenly, another layer of cold sweat broke out on his head~

this. .No coincidence!

This murder on the street was definitely premeditated. . !

----

Brooklyn, Port District near the Brooklyn Bridge.

Several FBI agents successfully arrested a New York Customs and Audit Service official who was "sticking" to his job.

However, just as they were about to take the target back for interrogation, two dull gunshots suddenly rang out~

"Bang~ bang!"

Two rifle bullets penetrated the chest and head of the captured target respectively. .

Then there were two more crisp gunshots, and the bullet hit the abdomen of the target who was lying softly on the ground, causing the two FBI agents around him to hide in panic. .

On the roof of the apartment opposite them, men in black were scattered in two different locations. After confirming that the target was dead through the scope, they quickly cleared up all traces and disappeared into the dim night. .

----

new York.

Manhattan.

Inside the cia's New York branch located at 71 East 415st Street, there is nothing relaxing.

The person in charge, Ezra Cremo, stood in front of the office door with a gloomy expression. Looking at his subordinates who were constantly "busy", his whole body seemed to be exuding an invisible sense of oppression. .

"Bell bell~"

The rapid ringing of the phone "awoke" Ezra Cremo who was about to have a seizure.

He took a deep breath, turned back to the office, put his hand on the phone to calm down, picked up the phone and said.

"Hello~"

"it's me!"

"what!!?"

"fxxx!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"..No~"

"I'm not here..."

"Huh~ yes, I understand!"

"I... will take care of it..."

"No, sir!"

"I know what to do..."

. . .

After putting down the phone, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Ezra Cremo's mouth.

He walked to the window and looked down at the dim street, carefully considering all the possibilities in his mind.

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

Near noon.

David sat in his study room and read all the information brought back by Mr. Gardener. He couldn't help but take a few long breaths, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the people in the yard with Cui Yingying, Tilda, and Jarl. Si and Bloomer, a few children playing around, asked in a low voice.

"Besides these, what else did you find?"

Mr. Gardener, who had been waiting silently, shrugged and said.

"It's gone for now~"

"If you want more details, give Otis Parker a call directly."

"He should have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"..Um!"

David put his hands on the window, watching Polly's two children playing closely behind Cui Yingying, nodded slowly in response, and cast his eyes on Giles and Bloomer under the shade of the tree.

"Brotney Mecia, what are you doing these days?"

"She went to help you check on Donald D. Klein and the friends he mentioned~"

"Is there a result?"

"Have!"

Mr. Gardener took out a small notebook from the pocket of his shorts, quickly turned to one of the pages, held it a little further away, and read.

"Donald D. Klein, born in 34, helped his brother run a trading company before leaving NASA."

"Later, he bought a stake in his younger brother's company, making full use of the extensive connections he had accumulated over many years of working at NASA, and gradually established good cooperative relationships with many universities, research institutes, private laboratories, etc."

"For example: the University of Florida and Florida State University, Caltech and Arizona State University all have very good relationships with Klein~"

"It wasn't until NASA officially announced the suspension of the Apollo program that Klein gained the appreciation of two important business figures in California, Sr. Cherov and Sr. Wharton."

"Both of them want to recruit Klein..."

"But at that time, Klein was already a veritable millionaire. He didn't want to work for anyone anymore. He just wanted to find an industry or company that he was interested in and invest in it."

"That's all?" "Yes~" Mr. Gardener put away his notebook and spread his hands.

"The rest...he has already told you himself~"

"Oh~" David raised his hand and scratched his head, turned to look at Mr. Gardener and asked.

"The universities you just mentioned have good relations with him... What do you mean?"

"That's right... those universities all wanted him to join and gave him some of the university's property or endowment funds to manage..."

"and then?"

"No, Mecia, I only got this information."

"Okay~"

David walked to the desk, put away the opened folders, put them back into the briefcase brought by Mr. Gardener, and said.

"You go and have a good rest first, I have to make some phone calls."

"ok~"

"Oh, right!"

"That butler of yours, Aclade... do you need me to find someone to help with it?"

"Need not!"

David glanced at Mr. Gardener, who had no smile on his face, and shook his head slowly: "He is Bloomer's butler, introduced by Peart... I will handle it myself!"

"..Um!"

. . .

Mr. Gardener, let's go.

David glanced down at the somewhat messy desk, found the notebook where he had just taken notes, picked up the phone and made a call.

"Hey~Dad!?"

"Well, it's me."

"Where are my mother and sister?"

"Oh.."

"Then who is with you?"

"Little Zach?"

"Ok~"

"No~I'm fine."

"I just want to...discuss with you that you need to play for a few more days!"

"Yes! If Lilith or Susan ask... just say that I happen to have something urgent to deal with!"

"...Lilith has already asked you?"

"What did you say?"

"..ok~"

"Then let her come back first. After I have lunch, I will pick her up at the airport."

"Ok."

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

"Goodbye, Dad!"

After putting down the phone and understanding the situation of his father, David, and the others on the big island, David rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then picked up the phone again and made a call.

. . .

"Hello~"

"Dad, it's me!"

"Haha~ It's almost dark over in New York, right?"

"Ok!"

"Sena's mother and Sister Manqi have been busy decorating the new room these two days. The children are also doing well~"

"Yes.."

"How are you?"

"Oh.."

"I want to stay a little longer!"

"You must take care of yourself. I'll call Polly right away."

"ok~"

"Goodbye, Dad!"

After hanging up the call with Old Malkin again, David barely paused and dialed the DA Security Company's New Jersey training base.

. . .

"Hello~"

"Cohen?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Is Lawrence back?"

"Oh?"

"The divorce has been finalized..."

"Whoo~"

"How...does he look?"

"Hmm~"

"Give him the phone and I'll have a few words with him~"

"Hello Lawrence?"

"Yup!"

"Jackal and Rambo have almost become our regular secret service agents..."

"It was the same last time I went to Italy..."

"Hehe~"

"What about you? How are you doing?"

"I see.."

"Yeah~ What can I do for you?"

"No, please don't be polite to me!"

"If we are too polite... then it would be too fake!"

"I don't like it~"

"If anything happens, you can call me directly here, or go to Otis Parker."

"That's right! He will be able to provide you with intelligence help in many ways."

"Hmm~Okay."

"I'll go back in a few days and treat you to a drink at Wildfire!"

"Ok!"

"Let me say one last thing!"

"I never wanted to test anyone..."

"...Okay~"

"Then let's do this first?"

"ok~bye!"

After putting down the phone, David leaned back in his chair, covering his forehead and lost in thought.

test?

hehe~

Whether it was Audis Parker, Sam Rogers, or Bernard Madoff, they all thought of him as too complicated!

Even if there is. .The so-called test~

That was also a test given to David by others. .

Because only he can withstand the test again and again, can he be recognized, accepted, and regarded as the same kind bit by bit!