Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Located at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 40th Street in Manhattan, is the largest municipal library in the United States: the New York Public Library.

The New York Public Library is a civic cultural institution that everyone can enter.

At the entrance of the library, on the marble steps in front of two stone lions, there are many readers waiting for the door to open.

Some of them wanted to find some materials in the library to prepare for exams, and some wanted to see the exhibitions held in the library to kill time.

The New York Public Library is an aspirational place, a place where immigrants and children find knowledge, information, and spiritual comfort.

A writer once said: "The New York Public Library is the most equal place among New York's great cultural institutions. No tickets or membership cards are required."

"It is also a place of the highest level. Anyone who comes in or out of the library can feel that they have the same qualifications as a Harvard student."

. . .

Among the people waiting in front of the library.

David Coleman, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a large folder and engrossed in reading, was just like a common nerd, without looking unusual or eye-catching at all. .

And his four bodyguards brought in the one-eyed Andres and asked him to testify and comment on who should accompany David into the library. .

Emm. .

After a heated argument between the four of them, One-Eyed Andres pointed out very impartially that he was alone and didn't even have a girlfriend. .Mike Bai said.

"Black Mike is spending time with his new girlfriend, and so is Ravis..."

"Giovanni..."

"Giovanni is going home to help his mother-in-law wash the baby's diapers..."

"Only you, man!"

One-eyed Andres, resisting the urge to laugh~

He winked at Black Mike and the other three, hugged White Mike who was cursing, and comforted them.

"I heard that there is a treasure map in the New York Public Library?"

"It just so happens that if you go in with David, you'll be so bored~"

"Then... why don't you go look for it?"

Mike Bai felt the vise-like strength of the one-eyed Andres on his shoulder, gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Bullshit treasure map!"

"I'm fucked..."

"Hey~ look, the door is open!"

"Quick, quick, go! Don't lose the documents David brought!"

"fxxx! fxxx!"

Mike Bai whispered trash talk in a low voice and gave Andres a hard kick in anger: "Tonight, you want to invite me..."

"Go! Wherever you say we will go, we will go!"

"Guaranteed you'll be satisfied!"

Only then did Mike Bai angrily stare at the three bodyguards in the distance and across the street, then turned around and strode after David, picked up a box of folders, and walked into the library.

across the street.

Seeing them walking in, the three bodyguards gave a thumbs up and praised the one-eyed Andres who came back.

"Nice! Hahaha~"

"Thanks for having you!"

"Yeah~ Every time, Mike Bai is the fastest bastard~"

"This time, he can't run away... Hahaha~"

One-eyed Andres crossed his arms across his chest, happily chatted with the three of them for a few words, then stretched out his right hand and said.

"Bring it?"

"Uh...what?"

"What a benefit!!"

The three bodyguards looked at each other inexplicably~

This time, the second brother, Lavis, who reacted the fastest, quietly took half a step back, then quickly turned around and ran away when the others were not paying attention. .

Black Mike and Giovanni saw that he ran away first and wanted to run away~

But their arms felt as if they were clamped by vise. .

"Haha~ What? Do you want to run away without giving me any benefits?"

The expressions on the faces of the two bodyguards all had the word "囧" in capital letters. .

hey~

Lose money, avoid disaster~

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Florida.

City of Miami.

It’s a nice weather today~

But this good weather is not worth paying attention to ordinary people in Miami.

Because last night, 19 street shootings and 4 bombings occurred in downtown Miami. .

Dea director Bog Beru, wearing a crisp suit and leading a subordinate, walked into Miami City Hall.

In town hall.

The receptionist who had been waiting here took Bao Ge and Beru to the small conference room on the second floor.

Inside the small meeting room.

Commissioner of the City Police Department appointed by the Miami City Council (same position as Commissioner Hardman of the New York Police Department), director of the Florida FBI, director of the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (ATF), head of the Florida State Police, assistant to the mayor of Miami , plus the assistant to the governor of Florida, etc., were already sitting in the conference room, and they all looked at DEA director Bao Ge Beru as he walked in from the door.

"Hey~ am I late?"

Bog Beru waved to everyone and said hello, glancing at his watch to confirm the time.

"No~ we all arrived early. There are still two minutes until the meeting time. You are on time!"

"Oh.. Haha ~ thank you!"

"ok~!"

"let's start!"

As the assistant to the mayor of Miami, he spoke first after seeing that all the participants had arrived today.

"Everyone is invited to come today. The main issues have been put in front of everyone."

"We have also prepared a set of related slides, please take a look."

The staff in the conference room closed the curtains, turned off the lights, and put up the slides.

The Commissioner of the Miami Police Department walked to the slide screen and introduced it to everyone.

"Last night, four explosions occurred in the city."

"Among them, there were two explosions. After on-site inspections by FBI and ATF professionals, it was determined that the explosions were caused by C-4 explosives."

"We all know that C-4 military explosives are very powerful!"

"Just one pound (approximately 454 grams) of C-4 explosive can blow up a car."

"At the sites of these two explosions, it is estimated that 9 pounds and 17 pounds of C-4 explosives were detonated respectively."

"This is a photo of the explosion scene of 17 pounds of C-4 explosive~"

"The explosion site in the photo is a cargo warehouse rented by a shipping company to a trading company~"

"According to the warehouse manager, at the time of the explosion, the warehouse was filled with coffee beans, grains and other goods imported from Brazil in recent days."

"However, we found a lot of burned residues of tobacco and cocaine in various corners of the explosion site."

"So, we can confirm that this warehouse is a transfer station for drug dealers to store and transfer drugs!"

"This bombing attack is most likely a revenge among drug traffickers!"

The city police commissioner said this and looked at the FBI director who was attending the meeting.

“Let’s put aside the daily struggles of drug dealers for now~”

"But the emergence of C-4 explosives has raised these small fights to a level that threatens people's safety."

"What explanation does the FBI have for the C-4 explosives flowing into the hands of drug dealers? Can you tell me?"

The ATF supervisor stared at the explosion scene on the slide. After pondering for a few seconds, he took out a document from his hand and said.

"In recent years, we have taken over cases of theft from arms depots across the country, with a total of more than 1700 cases."

"In these cases, various military equipment and C-4 military explosives were frequently lost due to internal theft and poor supervision."

"According to the information I have now, among the more than 1700 theft cases, 1052 cases are related to C-4 explosives and TNT explosives."

"As for the specifics, how many pounds of explosives were lost...we can't determine the amount."

When the FBI director said this, everyone in the meeting frowned, so he could only bite the bullet and spread his hands to continue.

"Not all cases of missing explosives need to be reported to us or the relevant military agencies."

"For example, the military department classifies cases of loss or theft of less than 10 pounds of C-4 explosives as "small amounts..." and does not need to be reported to the Pentagon for filing.

"Therefore, the official data we can obtain is seriously inconsistent with the actual number of thefts and losses!"

"But after our continuous investigations in recent years, we have found that many of these cases are not isolated - they are all related to a certain extent."

"A review by some of the people involved and..."

"enough!"

The governor's assistant raised his hand to interrupt the FBI director's official tone and asked directly: "How many more C-4 explosives or... explosives have flowed into Florida?"

The corner of the FBI director's mouth twitched and he smiled helplessly: "According to my personal estimation, at least several hundred to several thousand pounds of C-4 explosives and TNT explosives have flowed into the private sector."

"How many of them will come into Florida... I'm sorry, I don't know!"

“whatfxxx!!”

One person couldn't hold it back and swore a curse word that everyone wanted to curse. .

The conference room fell into silence for a moment.

The director of the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (ATF) who attended the meeting saw that everyone was silent, so he took out a few pieces of paper from the folder he brought and spoke.

"In addition to the bombings just mentioned, there were 19 shooting cases last night~"

"In these cases, our personnel estimate that there are more than 100 firearms used by drug traffickers that are not registered and illegal."

"In addition, based on data provided to us by state police, FBI and other departments."

"In the past five years in Florida, approximately more than 1 illegal guns have flowed into the Miami public, entered the black market, or... into the hands of drug dealers."

"So, I think it's time to have more effective management of these illegal guns!"

After the ATF director finished speaking, he spread his hands to everyone and turned to look at the DEA director Bao Ge Beru.

Bog Beru, seeing everyone attending the meeting, went around in circles and finally brought the topic to drug dealers. He couldn't help but think of the meaningful words of the director in the phone call he made to the director of DEA this morning. .

"Hehe~"

"Since we're talking about drug dealers... let's open the curtains and turn on the lights~"

When everyone in the meeting heard his words, they all looked at each other and remained silent in a tacit understanding.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Bog Beru stood up and walked to the window, opening the curtains and speaking.

"I just came to Florida not long ago~"

“I don’t have much information about drug dealers~”

"However, the security situation in Miami is largely related to drug dealers."

"I think everyone here should know what's going on~"

"Then...can we say this?"

"If we carry out an unprecedented crackdown on these drug traffickers who are becoming more and more arrogant..."

"What will they do?"

"Are they going to get out of the city of Miami, out of the state of Florida?"

"Mr. Assistant Governor, Mr. Assistant Mayor, what do you think?"

The two people who were pointed out by Bog Beru had dark faces, closed their mouths tightly, and did not speak. .

"Hehe~"

Bog Beru said with a laugh that made everyone present feel disgusted again.

"A few days ago, when I was drinking and chatting with some friends, I accidentally got inspired by their words..."

"So, I went to the Florida Department of Revenue and the Federal Department of Revenue to check Florida's tax situation in recent years."

"Guys, you won't know if you don't check~"

“In the past five years, Florida’s overall tax revenue has increased fourfold!”

“The overall tax figure for the city of Miami has increased ninefold!”

“In the first half of this year alone, the city of Miami’s tax revenue has exceeded the tax revenue for all of last year.”

"What... does this mean? Everyone, you should know it by heart, right?"

Bog Beru paused deliberately, walked to the slide projector, turned it off, and continued.

"also!"

"I'm from New York~"

"But when I arrived in Florida and Miami, I discovered that the prices here should be among the lowest in the cities in the United States."

"No! It should be said that Miami is the city with the lowest prices in the United States, bar none!"

"Why...why? Does anyone know?"

"Hehe~"

"Miami, as the largest port trading city in the United States for South American countries, the total import volume of goods in the first half of this year was more than double that of the whole of last year!"

"We all know that the domestic rice dollar is depreciating, the unemployment rate is rising, and the income of ordinary people is also declining."

"Then...who are the buyers of these goods imported and flowing into the United States?"

"Me? Or everyone here?"

"neither!"

"It's those damn drug dealers!"

Bog Beru put his hands on the slide projector, looked at the attendees bathed in the sunshine outside the window, and put away his smile.

"The cost of one gram of cocaine in Colombia, Peru and other production areas is less than $2m."

"Ship it to the United States. After shipping it to Miami, the wholesale price of one gram is about 30 meters!"

"If it were shipped to New York, the retail market price of one gram would be over 40 meters, or even higher~!"

"Calculated this way, even if the drug traffickers buy a shipload of garbage from South American countries and transport it to Miami, they can recover their capital from the cocaine and make a lot of money!"

"According to statistics from the Nixon administration, approximately 200 million people in the United States were using cocaine."

"But this number is already outdated!"

"Judging from the latest data I have, more than 1000 million people in the United States are smoking cocaine!"

“More than 90% of these people are deep addicts!”

"In other words, about 1000 million Americans are rigid consumers of cocaine."

Bog Beru's eyes swept across the faces of the people present one by one, and his voice became louder and he said.

"Guys, whether you admit it or not, Miami is already the largest cocaine distribution center in the United States, bar none!"

"The most profitable industry in the world: drug smuggling!"

"It has replaced Miami's original import and export trade, tourism and other industries, and has become the city's main income industry!"

"This is a sad and ridiculous problem for us!"

"However, if I were the governor of Florida, I wouldn't mind having a drink with drug dealers for the sake of the income, prosperity, and development of the people in this state."

"In fact, as long as they can ensure that the public security situation will not continue to deteriorate, the tax situation will increase exponentially year by year."

"I'd love to go...kiss their asses!"

"fxxx! You..."

"Hey~ man, this is just a metaphor...just a joke~"

"Just treat these personal remarks of mine as nothing and let them go~ Haha~"

"cough~"

"Well... let's get back to the topic!"

"These cases that happened last night remind us once again that Miami needs a new order!"

"Only when we ensure the public security situation and continue to develop in a good direction can Miami become a city that is not controlled by drug dealers!"

"So, I propose to set up a joint task force and apply to the governor and state assembly to mobilize well-equipped and well-trained teams such as the National Guard to station in Miami!"

Bog Beru's proposal made both the governor's assistant and the FBI director want to interrupt him. .

But Baoge Beru didn't want to give them a chance to speak. He waved his hand directly, spoke faster, slapped the table hard, and spoke loudly.

"Guys, the new order is what we all want!"

“We all live in this city, we all have family, friends, colleagues, etc.~”

"Even if we can make people around us not touch cocaine and not touch drugs..."

"But who can guarantee that the people around us will not be injured by stray bullets flying late at night?"

"The influx of more than 1 illegal guns and countless C-4 explosives..."

"What do we do when faced with this terrible situation?"

"Let your men wear body armor and carry automatic weapons to fight drug dealers in the streets?"

"Anyway, our dea doesn't have a relevant special operations team..."

"If you don't mind if your men die, you can just think I'm farting. I never said anything~"

"..."

Bog Beru gently shook his right hand, which was numb from slapping the table a few times. .

Returning to his seat, he sat down and stared at the people present, waiting for their decision.

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you. .

No one spoke first.

Bog Beru's last words just now directly revealed the calculation in everyone's mind.

Fight against drug dealers~

Although it sounds nice, it can kill people!

Who to send?

If the drug dealers get revenge because of this attack, who will die?

Everyone here is very unsure about this. .

Everyone in the conference room was silent for about 2 minutes.

It was the mayor's assistant who coughed slightly, broke the silence, and asked the governor's assistant.

"National Guard..."

"impossible!"

"Neither the governor nor the state Legislature will allow them to move to Miami!"

"That.."

The mayor's assistant turned to look at the FBI director. .

The FBI supervisor sucked in the cold air as if he had a toothache, and sighed: "We... have a limited number of people, so we can only cooperate~"

The mayor's assistant turned his head again and looked at the head of the state police and the city police commissioner.

The two looked at each other, shook their heads in tacit understanding and said: "Our men lack sufficient professional training and the equipment is not adequate to deal with it."

"cough.."

Before he was named, the ATF supervisor spoke first: "We have only been established a few years ago, so we have a huge staff gap and are responsible for more cases~"

"So... we can be responsible for helping monitor the flow of weapons, firearms, explosives, etc. on the black market..."

Alright~

This is another guy who is pushing the envelope and being arrogant!

In the conference room, silence returned again.

Everyone's eyes turned to the dea director, Bao Ge Belu, who had just performed a solo show.

Bog Beru, who had already made a plan in his mind, would certainly not shirk it again.

He put his elbows on the table, looked around the crowd, and whispered softly: "Does anyone know that Griselda Blanco was attacked or kidnapped?"

Everyone blinked. .

The commissioner of the city police station lowered his head and fiddled with the pen in his hand, then said: "Don't show off, just tell me~"

"Haha~ok!"

"As the main force in the fight against drug traffickers, we can find those who are the most professional in combat to complete it!"

"Mercenaries are a good choice!"

"..."

Everyone attending the meeting was quickly thinking about Bao Ge Beilu's proposal in their minds.

After a few seconds.

Someone said: "Where's the money? Where does it come from?"

"Seized!"

"..."

"Where's the command?"

"Joint task force!"

"Then...are there any casualties?"

"Haha~ Since they have already taken the money, of course they will be responsible for any casualties!"

The governor's assistant and the mayor's assistant looked at each other again. Seeing that the FBI director, the state police chief, and the city police commissioner who had been "robbed of their jobs" did not jump out to raise objections to Bog Beru. Instead, they asked Follow-up questions. .

Both were surprised and worried.

The government's law enforcement agencies are looking for mercenaries to fight drug dealers. .?

This is. .What's happening?

The state police are managed by the state council, the municipal police departments are managed by the city council, the FBI has its own headquarters, and the DEA and ATF also have their own directors and bosses. .

If they agree on policing actions in the state.

Neither the governor of Florida, who holds administrative power, nor the mayor of Miami can do anything to stop this action plan. .

They can only express their opposition and dissatisfaction, and use various tricks to obstruct it. .

But none of this can change anything~

The separation of powers means that when the majority of people reach a consensus for a goal, a certain person in power cannot make a strong interference~

(The governor is often jokingly called the Tu Emperor. However, when it comes to people’s safety crises, the power in his hands will also become weak and powerless under the joint efforts of all parties.)

. . .

The meeting is still going on.

The governor's assistant and the mayor's assistant all made excuses and ran out of the meeting room to contact their bosses.

And Bog Beru, who was sitting in the conference room, was smiling and feeling full of pride~

The plan is going well!

He cleverly made use of the complex psychology and attitude of various people and forces towards drug dealers, allowing himself to stand at the center of the stage~!

It was definitely an adventure!

But it can also bring incredible rewards!

It’s just that Bog Beru doesn’t know.

What he thought was a brilliant plan overlapped with Griselda Blanco's idea.

this. .Is it some random coincidence?

no~

Behind most of the coincidences in the world, there are reasons why they will inevitably happen.