Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

new York.

Manhattan, in front of Wildfire Bar on 42nd Street.

street.

Ben Whitcott of DA Company was wearing an ordinary, low-key and neat suit with a slightly old coat on top. After getting out of his car, he closed the door casually and carried his 73 The classic Lewis brown briefcase, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch, and walked into the bar where the "temporary" sign was hanging but the door was not closed.

(Ben Whitcott, appearing in Chapter 90, from the 2015 movie "The Intern", played by Robert De Niro, the eldest brother of the three brothers.)

. . .

in the bar.

The steel-toothed dog Mengo and the Zach brothers were eating breakfast while questioning plainclothes detective Far Pocchivino from the auxiliary police office. .

The four of them heard the movement at the door, and after looking back in unison, the little Zach waved to Ben Whitcott and said, "Hey Ben!"

"Even if you want to come over for a drink... it's too early, isn't it?"

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"Hahaha~"

Menge, the steel-toothed dog, laughed with great interest in the "eldest brother" Ben Whitcott, who bumped into "second brother" Lavis and "third brother" Giovanni.

"Come sit here, Ben!"

"Have you had breakfast? Let's go together~"

"No, thank you ~ I've eaten!"

Ben Whitcott smiled and nodded to the big Zach and Farr Pochivino, shrugged, and explained to the little Zach.

"I just come here to work...as a work assistant for David~"

"Oh? Assistant?"

"Who asked you to come...?"

The little Zach turned his head with some confusion and asked the steel-toothed dog Menge: "Isn't David's new assistant the island native named Kihara Nobunari?"

"Ok!"

"Forehead.."

"Polly asked me to come over first and follow David..."

"...Polly!"

"Understood~"

"Hahaha~ Sorry, man!"

"We shouldn't have to worry about this kind of thing in the first place..."

"But you should also understand...right?" the little Zach put down the cup in his hand and asked.

"Yes! I understand~" Ben Whitcott nodded and smiled in understanding.

"So you... man, what time is it now?"

"Um...a quarter past seven!"

"Wow~ You go to work so early... Hahaha~"

"David's secretary Maggie and assistant Nobunari Kihara usually come here around eight o'clock~"

"You can sit down with us first..."

"OK, thanks!"

After Ben Whitcott thanked the big man Zack who gave him a seat, he sat at a table with several people and looked at Farr Bochivino curiously.

Mengo, the steel-toothed dog, picked up the last two slices of salami from the plate in front of him, put them in his mouth, and asked Farr.

"Keep going~ buddy!"

"and after?"

Farr took a sip of coffee, glanced at the big man Zach who sat down again, shrugged and said: "Later... the FBI came over, drove the reporters away, and sealed off the scene~"

"At this moment, this case may be undergoing transfer procedures~"

"Did the FBI get involved?"

"Haha~ Nonsense!"

"This is the largest robbery in New York history!"

"Can the FBI not intervene?"

"...too~"

. . .

After sitting down, Ben Whitcott, who was listening to the chat of several people, took out a newspaper from his Lewis briefcase, placed it in front of several people, and asked.

"Are you talking about the Lufthansa robbery that occurred at JFK International Airport early this morning?"

"Um...that's right!"

"It has been reported by the New York Times~"

"Wow~fxxx! So fast?"

"Let me see!"

Several people were surprised and reached out to grab the newspaper to read the report on this major robbery.

The little Zach quickly protected the newspaper and shouted to several people: "Hey, don't grab it!"

"Well...let Ben Whitcott read it to us!"

"..good!"

After seeing several people nodding, Ben Whitcott picked up the newspaper, turned to the third page at the back, pointed at the huge headline, and said to everyone.

"A shocking robbery occurred at the cargo transfer warehouse at JFK Airport!"

"The estimated value of the stolen cash and valuables exceeds 600 million yuan!"

"The police did not find any valuable clues at the scene~"

"The FBI has announced to the public that it will intervene in the investigation of the case, and claimed that the robbers will not be allowed to slip through the net."

"According to our reporter xxx, many photos were brought back from the crime scene at the cargo transfer warehouse at JFK International Airport, and the oral statements of the security personnel who were tied up by the robbers in the warehouse showed that the robbers were very concerned about the security measures and cargo inside the warehouse. Details such as storage locations and hidden alarm systems are very familiar and..."

. . .

Ben Whitcott, while reading the full-page report on the robbery in the newspaper, displayed the above pictures in front of several people.

After he finished reading, several people looked at each other for a while, and couldn't help but look at Far Pocchivino.

"Hey! You're a police officer, right?"

"..ah~"

"Then why are you not as good as a reporter? Do you know the case clearly?"

"fxxx!"

"That side of JFK Airport is not under our jurisdiction!"

"If I didn't go there with Auston... I must have learned the news from the newspaper like you guys~"

"..shxx!"

"You should really give these damn reporters an M16 each and send them to the battlefield in Vietnam~"

"..Hahaha~"

----

At this moment.

JFK International Airport, Cargo Transfer Warehouse [-], the Lufthansa robbery, outside the building where the crime occurred.

Harold Stone, the head of the FBI's New York branch, waved the newspaper in his hand and growled at the new police chief of the New York Police Department, Matthews Denipero.

"What the hell...how many hours did the incident occur?"

"Are all your people bribed by New York Times reporters?"

"Those damn shit-eating bastards! Do they only know how to collect black money and don't understand the huge negative impact of this case?"

"fxxxyou! Matthews!"

"enough!"

Matthews glanced at the police officers and FBI agents scattered around, with faces like the bottom of a pot. He dragged Harold Stone, who was groaning, to a corner sheltered from the wind. After taking a few deep breaths, Then he whispered.

"This case is too big~ We can't cover it up at all!"

"fxxx! Then let your subordinates..."

"That's right!"

Matthews leaned his shoulder against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Harold Stone, lit it for him, and continued to explain in a low voice.

"I asked my subordinates to proactively contact the reporter and report the general situation of this case."

"But the reporters knew nothing about all the relevant details of the case~"

"For example: how many robbers were involved in this robbery; the specific amount of money involved; the specific time of the crime; the suspicion of the relevant security personnel involved in the crime, etc. All valuable clues to us are kept strictly confidential~"

"so.."

"The words you just said... were well acted, man!"

"Hehe~"

Harold Stone bit his cigarette filter, staring at the smiling Matthews in the smoke blown by the morning breeze, and asked.

"You want to use the topic as an excuse??"

"It's not me, it's us!"

Matthews put away the disposable lighter, put one hand in his pocket, blew out a puff of smoke from his mouth, and said.

"You, me, Linde Wichiello of the FBI's New York Crime Squad, Lufthansa Airlines, JFK International Airport, the District Attorneys of the Southern District of Manhattan...just wait~"

"Except for the insurance company that underwrites Lufthansa, almost everyone can use this case to add some personal goods of their own."

"Among them are the serious shortage of manpower in the branch under your jurisdiction, and the old guys who don't like me after I took over the New York Police Department!"

Harold Stone lightly bit the cigarette filter a few times, took a deep puff, turned his head and blew out the cigarette to the ground, sneering silently.

"You're really..."

"Hehehe~"

"Are you trying to compliment me?"

"Thanks, buddy!"

Matthews thought he was very "funny" with a smile, threw away the cigarette butt, patted Harold Stone's arm and said.

"Originally, I planned to gather some old friends for dinner this weekend..."

"Now it seems that we can only temporarily change it to tonight."

"After I confirm the time and location, I will let you know~"

"You're back...right?"

Harold Stone seemed to see some kind of signal from Matthews's smiling eyes. .

He thought for a few seconds with a straight face and said in a low voice: "I will be in the office at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ok!"

"I'll call you on time!"

Matthews showed a happy and satisfied smile on his face, nodded to Mr. Stone, and walked quickly towards his subordinates.

Harold Stone, who was standing there, felt a cold morning breeze blowing on his cheek, and suddenly felt as if he had walked into a tunnel. .The long street without end~

This long street is lined with countless buildings of varying heights, hidden in the thick gray fog~

Behind every door and behind every window, there seems to be one or more pairs of eyes hidden, always watching every move of the people on the street. .

Above this endless street, in the narrow, dark sky, connects all the buildings. .A dense, intertwined and huge network of relationships~

This net is like countless tiny tentacles spread out from the low, dark clouds in the sky. .

The "Skynet" they form makes all the buildings on this endless street seem to become stationary "shadow hunters" in the net~

On the long street, the people walking with numb and mechanical expressions are the "prey" that the owner of this "Skynet" and the stationary "Shadow Hunters" are paying attention to~

. . .

Harold Stone raised his head, looked at the morning light in the sky, and exhaled.

He regretted it again!

He feels like he shouldn't have come to New York! ! !

----

Central and eastern United States.

Washington, District of Columbia.

In a public phone booth on the street on the famous Constitution Avenue.

A middle-aged man with messy hair and wearing an NBC reporter's vest spat wildly into the microphone in his hand.

"Yes! I'm right on Constitution Avenue!"

"I just saw the hanging pictures of various states, and a huge fleet of cars, buses, etc., parked in the streets near where the parade will start today."

"Yes! They are all because of the murder on the street that happened in front of the San Francisco City Hall half a month ago."

"Um...I haven't received any notification from the station~"

"fxxx! But this is the big news today! How could I miss it...?"

"what?"

"New York JFK? Lufthansa Heist??"

"shxx! Shit!"

"My exclusive news popularity will be robbed by that damn robbery?"

"...ok! I'm calm, I'll be calm Mag!"

"Hiss~hoo~hiss~"

"Tell me~"

"Uh-huh.."

"..wait!"

"On the street in front of me, a motorcade is passing by."

"let us see.."

"There are...Florida license plates, there are...California license plates, and...Chicago license plates?"

"fxxx!"

"Why did this kind of news happen on the same day!?"

"fxxx! fxxx!"

"Hey, Mag! You know I haven't had big news like this since Watergate..."

"Uh...Sorry! Sorry, man! I didn't mean to bring it up..."

"Heh~ heh~"

"I didn't take any drugs last night!"

"I just had a few more drinks with some new beauties~"

"Okay, okay!"

"I'm going to the parade site first. When you get the news about the big robbery, tell me immediately."

"Hahaha~What are you afraid of?"

"It's just to grab the news! I'm not the first, and I won't be the last!"

"Ok!"

"After I finish interviewing the LGBT community here who participated in the parade, I will go to New York to find you..."

"By the way, where is your new home address? Give it to me~"

"Manhattan, Fifth Avenue..."

"What number?"

"..ok~I've written it down!"

"Hahaha~ No problem!"

"See you tonight, Mag!"

. . .

The middle-aged man put down the phone, put the pen and address into his pocket, rubbed his cheeks hard a few times, and after feeling himself calm down, he strode out of the phone booth and faced the huge crowd that had gathered in the distance. Run over~

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

After breakfast.

David put his arm around Lilith's shoulders and said as he walked towards the door: "You will finish your work at the company later. You must go to DA company before noon to find Shirley and ask her to help you design our engagement dress~"

"Okay!" Lilith nodded slightly with a sweet smile, kissed David on the cheek, and whispered.

"I'm off to work, honey?"

"Hahaha~ Let's go!"

. . .

Sending Lilith away.

David waved to the butler Acklade, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and asked in a low voice.

"Last night, I told Susan, Cui Yingying and Lilith about Chasida's experience and asked them for their opinions~"

"They, there's no problem... What about you?"

"Do you have any idea?"

"I?"

Butler Acklade shrugged slightly and said with a smile: "Of course I am very happy to become a new commander..."

"Uh... Hahaha~ You!" David smiled, shook his head, pointed at Ackleide and asked.

"Have you talked to Chasida?"

"How long will it take for her to adapt to working here?"

Acklade did not answer the question directly, but asked instead: "Did you know that last time, after recording songs on the top floor, Susan, Cui Yingying, I, and I spent more than three hours cleaning up and finishing it?"

"Um...Sorry, I don't know~"

"Haha~ Please forgive me for being presumptuous!"

"From the second-floor apartment to the top floor, all public and private spaces combined... At least three maids are needed to ensure that they are kept clean and tidy at all times~"

"Christmas is coming soon!"

"You don't want Chasida and I to be exhausted, right?"

"...Yes!"

David held his chin with his hand, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked: "You said, I already consider myself a capitalist..."

"Should we squeeze the working people more thoroughly?"

"How about asking Erica, Martha and Madonna from the bar to help you do some Christmas cleaning...?"

"..."

Aclade twitched the corner of his mouth with a lively expression and said with a smile: "Have you... visited their room?"

"Me? Of course not!"

"Why should I go to their room?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

David glanced at the kitchen "vigilantly" and retorted quickly.

"Hehe~"

Aclade took half a step back, elegantly took out a handkerchief, and gently picked up what he had just harvested. .After wiping the saliva, he said.

"If you ask them to help... they will only make it more difficult~"

"Chasida is also a newcomer..."

“So, it’s just me, Susan and Cui Yingying who love to be clean, to take on the task of Christmas cleaning~”

"Susan? Are you a neat person?"

"Hahahaha~"

David seemed very amused. .Laugh~

Aclade cleared his throat with a smile on his face, nodded toward the kitchen, and said, "Sorry, we just happened to talk about you~"

kitchen door.

Susan leaned out half of her body to look over, blinked her big eyes, and smiled at Aclade.

"Is it~"

"I thought it was David calling me..."

"Cough...cough cough cough~"

"No, baby!"

"You guys get busy first~"

"Okay!" Susan shook her head slightly and said.

"Yingying and I are going to the breakfast shop later to pick out some furniture and equipment."

"Is there anything you need us to bring back?"

"No~"

"Ok!"

. . .

After David saw Susan disappear at the kitchen door, he exhaled and whispered.

"You said Cui Yingying loves to be clean, I agree very much~"

"But you said Susan loves to be clean..."

"She saved up our dirty clothes and smelly socks for two weeks...and only washed them once..."

"Don't ever tell such a joke again!"

Ackleide pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, sir!"

"Hehe~"

"Okay, let's not joke anymore."

"There are already enough women in the house~ I don't want to hire a few more maids to hang around me all day long..."

"Chasida is just an exception!"

"If you need help, aren't there maid companies?"

"Let them send people over regularly to help you~"

"Ok!"

"Hey~ That's right!"

"Da company has a service training branch~ When Polly comes back in the evening, you can tell her about the situation."

"Ask her to send some reliable people over to help you."

"Ok!"

David glanced down at his watch and said, "Maggie, Kihara Nobunari and the others, why haven't they come yet?"

"Can you help me go downstairs and take a look?"

"Ok!"

----

Southeastern United States, Florida.

City of Jacksonville.

Malkin Sidrich Sr.'s old friend, gang boss Meyer Lansky, put down the newspaper in his hand and frowned in thought.

In the past few years, under the impact of gold decoupling + inflation + stock market roller coaster + oil crisis~

The federal government has made frequent mistakes, and the domestic economic environment has shown no signs of improvement. Instead, it has become worse. Coupled with the rapid reduction of jobs, people's income and consumption have also dropped significantly. .

This led to the New York City Government being on the verge of bankruptcy in 75. .

What happened to New York is not an exception!

Big cities across the United States are experiencing similar bad situations to New York~

The smarter ones among the large number of lower-level workers who have lost their jobs. .I will immediately pack my bags, buy a ticket to return to my hometown, leave the big city where competition is fierce and the pressure of life is increasing, and go home~

After all, when they return to their hometown, they can still find a job that can make a living. Not only will the pressure of life be much lower, the level of competition will also be much lower~

On the other hand, if you continue to insist on waiting in the big cities for help. .

In the end, they can only live on the streets or embark on another road of no return!

Therefore, to sum up: the loss of the bottom population in big cities is accelerating. Regarding the current domestic stagflation situation, the result will only be negative + negative = negative. .

And how could the gangs in New York fare well in such a big environment?

Emm. .

Meyer Lansky thought of this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly~

Think so. .Not entirely right!

Cocaine, tobacco, heroin and other drugs are flooding into the country from South American countries, giving many people a good opportunity to make money~

but!

There are more people selling drugs, but the growth rate of drug users and consumers cannot keep up in time. .

What will happen when supply exceeds demand?

fight!

In order to survive, profit, and share in the drug market, drug dealers can only choose to fight desperately!

Poverty and hunger, greed and unwillingness. .

What kind of monster will be created when these negative emotions are superimposed?

. . .

"Hehe~"

Meyer Lansky picked up a trimmed cigar from the small table next to him, slowly lit it with a match, and exhaled a cloud of blue-white smoke.

He narrowed his eyes, enjoying the aroma of the cigar in his mouth, and the thoughts in his mind began to wander again~

Today's New York is like an active volcano that is gathering power to explode!

What do some people do when they are dissatisfied with the meager gains in front of them?

grab!

kill!

The Lufthansa robbery in New York may be a trigger. .

Chaos is about to arise!

Meyer Lansky gently rubbed the cigar with his fingers, and several sharp rays of light flashed in his eyes~

The old Malkin one. .Old fox!

The "sacrifice" he made so that the Sidrich family could quickly clear their name. .

Now it seems that it is like predicting the future!

Could it be that David Coleman really predicted something early on. .Will the future explode?

. .No!

probably not!

Judging from the current signs, the federal government’s attitude towards gang control has not made much change~

For example, in big cities such as Miami, Los Angeles, Chicago, Baltimore, and New York, which are almost completely controlled by gangs, the police's attitude towards gangs has not shown a significant change~

Well, now it really is. .The last moment to quit?

Meyer Lansky turned to think about the recent phone calls between Malkin and him. Almost every time, the two of them would unconsciously talk about retirement and old-age care.

With Meyer's familiarity with his old friend, the old Malkin will never make a mistake~

Him. .Isn’t it already a hint?

Emm. .

Meyer Lansky put down the cigar in his hand, stood up and walked to the phone. After pondering for a moment, he picked up the phone and dialed.

soon~

After a few rings, a woman's voice came from the other side of the phone~

"Hi~ I'm Blanco."

"I'm Meyer Lansky."

"Oh~ Good morning..."

"Ok!"

"If you're being polite, you'd better save it for later."

"I'm going to fly to New York today!"

"Do you want to be together?"

"Today? New York?"

Griselda Blanco, who was on the other side of the phone, was silent for a while and then asked.

"You saw this morning's newspaper and..."

"Ok!"

"...Okay then~"

"Where can I find you?"

"No, just tell me your address and I'll have someone pick you up."

"Let's take my private jet and go to New York."

"Wow~ Hahaha!"

"Damn it... I want to buy a private jet too!"

"..address!"

"Oh...oh! Hahaha~Sorry!"

"I'm... waiting for you!"

"Okay ~ Hang up!"

"Hey~ don't worry..."

Meyer Lansky put down the phone without any hesitation, walked to the window, and began to figure out the goal of this trip to New York~!