Manhattan Reborn 1978

a new day.

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, 42th Street.

Old Hawk Diam pushed an old four-wheeled garbage truck to a few trash cans not far from the Wildfire Bar, carefully cleaned up some garbage on the sidewalk, and loaded it into the garbage truck.

At this time~

Menge, the steel-toothed dog, walked out of the bar. He took a few breaths of fresh cold air with a very tired face, waved to Old Hawke not far away, and said with a smile.

"Morning, Hawke."

"morning!"

"Where's Little Hawke? He's not with you?"

"Hehe~"

"He needs to sleep for a while longer before he is willing to get up..."

"Hahahaha~"

Menge, the steel-toothed dog, smiled and rubbed his hands, opened the bar door, and invited: "In this damn weather, come in and have a cup of hot coffee, you will definitely not be able to refuse!"

"Um...Okay!" Old Hawk looked down at his gloves, then at the garbage truck, and joked with the steel-toothed dog Menge.

"I'm sure I won't be so unlucky to meet a garbage truck thief so early in the morning, right?"

"Hahaha~ Definitely not!"

"ok~"

----

Central United States, Kansas.

26 kilometers northwest of Belleville, there is a small town called Butte.

The town is close to the Republic River (Republican), and the climate is also very suitable for the development of animal husbandry.

Therefore, around the small town of Butte, there are dozens of cattle ranches and family farms, large and small.

Today is the last market day before the New Year in the small town of Butte.

Almost all permanent residents or farmers near the town will go to the market today to purchase sufficient food and groceries for the New Year.

. . .

In front of the largest bar in Butte town.

A "dusty" car slowly stopped and turned off the engine.

Black Mike stood beside the car, looking at the lively market in the distance, but his mind had already flown to no where~

in the bar.

A waitress who was cleaning the table by the window accidentally saw Black Mike standing by the car through the window, and suddenly felt that he looked familiar. . ?

She put down what she was doing, pushed open the bar door, and walked in. She looked at Black Mike, opened her mouth hesitantly, and shouted.

"Mike?!"

"...?" Black Mike held his hand on the roof of the car and turned to look at the waitress standing at the door of the bar. A large number of memories from his youth "flashed" out of the depths of his mind.

"Are you...Carmen?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Carmen Hennig."

"Um...Hi~ Hello, Carmen." Black Mike looked at Carmen walking towards him, and the image in his memory of the young and beautiful girl exuding vitality slowly overlapped.

There are some small freckles on her face and a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, all of which "dance naughtily" with Carmen's surprise smile.

"Mike Israel~!"

"You have disappeared from this town...for more than ten years!"

"Where have you been all these years?"

Black Mike twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled at Carmen, glanced at the bar behind her, and asked.

"You work here?"

"Yes~"

"Have you had breakfast? I treat you!"

"Um...Okay, thank you!"

"Hahaha~"

"Come on, let's go in first!"

"Today we made chicken drumstick sandwiches and..."

. . .

in the bar.

Carmen took Black Mike and placed him at the small table near the kitchen. She poured him a glass of fresh hot milk and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Black Mike glanced down at the steaming milk, turned around and looked around, and no longer saw any familiar faces on the faces of the only few customers.

In more than ten years, many people are gone~

After a few minutes.

Carmen carried a breakfast tray, walked to Black Mike and sat down, smiled and asked, "Why didn't you drink milk?"

"Didn't you like it very much before?"

"Uh... Okay~" Black Mike picked up the cup with a somewhat complicated mood and took a big sip when he heard Carmen ask again.

"Did you drive back?"

"Where are you from?"

"Where have you been all these years?"

"I heard... you joined the army?"

"Did you go to Vietnam?"

"Were you injured on the battlefield?"

"You came back from Vietnam, why don't you go back to the town?"

"Oh~ that's right!"

"Your family moved away many years ago..."

"Sorry! I misremembered this..."

"..."

Black Mike listened to Carmen's "machine gun" questions, looked at her annoyed and apologetic look, and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"When I got out of the Army, I went to New York."

"This time, I also want to come back and try my luck~ try to find out news about my family."

"Oh~"

"New York!"

"That's a big city in the east!"

"I heard some guests mention that Broadway theaters often have stars that can only be seen on TV."

"Mike, is the Statue of Liberty really green?"

“Have you ever been up to the Empire State Building?”

"How's the view up there?"

"I heard it's over 100 stories high?"

"More than 100 floors...how high is it?"

“And Central Park!”

"Is it really as big as you see on TV?"

"Isn't it... that it takes a long time to run around it?"

"Um.."

"That's right~"

"New Year is coming soon, will you go to Rockefeller Center and see the super big Christmas tree with your own eyes?"

“Are there really a lot of people rushing to Rockefeller Center hours in advance to wait for the countdown to midnight on New Year’s Day?”

"You must have gone to see it when you were in New York these years."

"I really want to see it too..."

"..."

Black Mike reached for the sandwich on the tray, took a bite, and thought it tasted pretty good.

However, when he turned his attention to Carmen's face, he felt that he should "correct" the memory in his mind.

Carmen Hennig in her teenage years was not a talkative person who loved to go off the rails~

. . .

ten minutes later.

Black Mike finished his breakfast and drank all the milk. Seeing that Carmen seemed to be a little "tired", he wiped the corners of his mouth and asked.

"You are already married?"

"Yes~"

Carmen smiled and raised her left hand: "I have a son and a daughter."

"They are all healthy!"

"...Oh~"

"This bar is yours now?"

"Uh... no!"

"I work here so I can earn some pocket money during the children's holidays."

"..Where do you live?"

"In town?"

"No~ I live in the east."

"We have a small farm. We grow some vegetables and wheat every year, and raise some chickens, cows and sheep. Our life is barely tolerable~"

Black Mike looked at Carmen carefully. He noticed the roughness of her fingers, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her slightly thin and thin figure, and her old clothes that had turned white after being washed. He nodded silently and continued to ask.

"Does anyone in this town know about my family?"

"Forehead.."

Carmen supported her chin with her right hand, thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "It seems like there is no more~"

"Your family is just like you. Since they left town, no news has come back."

"I just heard...it seems like they moved somewhere near Chicago."

"I don't know where exactly it is."

"Chicago?"

"Okay~ Can you get me another glass of milk and two fried eggs?"

"Of course ~ your appetite has also increased a lot!"

"Wait a minute, I'll get it to you right now..." Carmen smiled and took the empty cup in front of Black Mike and walked into the kitchen.

Black Mike looked at her thin back, stood up, found a pen and a small notebook from the bar, wrote a few words, tore it off and returned to his table.

He took out some money from his pocket, put it under the note, put some change on top of the note, turned around and walked out of the door.

After a few minutes.

Carmen walked to the table carrying steaming omelettes and milk, looking around for Black Mike with some surprise.

After getting no results, she found the note on the table.

. . .

On the northern trail in the town of Butte.

Black Mike slowed down a bit, turned his head to look at the scenery on both sides of the road, and silently asked himself a question in his heart.

Without my family’s hometown, it’s still okay. .Hometown?

----

new York.

It’s approaching noon~

Brooklyn, Brighton Beach.

Caribbean Club.

Gang leader Yevsi Borisovich Agron, wearing an old-fashioned twill suit, sat in a separate room and listened to the "huge plan" of military counselor Marat. .This guy must be crazy~

Marat picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. He silently observed Agron's face for a while, then continued to explain with a smile.

"Do you think... Sidric cut off his arms after the Bonini Agreement?"

"Hehe~"

"Ever since the so-called Bonini meeting a few months ago, the whole of New York has been plunged into a new round of chaos!"

"The first one to bear the brunt is the Sidrich family, which has almost all the key peripheral personnel join the police auxiliary police office."

"Then, they divided their large traditional territory in Manhattan into more than a dozen large and small areas according to the degree of commercial development and oil and water content, and conducted a public bidding auction for all the gangs that had signed the Bonini Agreement. .”

Marat shook his head with emotion: "What the hell... It's definitely a genius idea that no one can think of!"

"It seems that the Sidrich family has lost a large area of ​​​​rich territory, dismissed a large number of subordinates, and has an attitude of withdrawing from the competition between gangs and settling for being a rich man."

"But!"

"But they quietly used various methods to purchase a large number of properties in the franchise area!"

"I asked someone to go to the Manhattan police station and read the records of real estate transaction applications."

"As of now, the Sidrich family has held about one-fifth of the properties in the franchise area in the names of nearly a hundred people."

"Especially, nearly half of the street stores in the franchise area are already properties owned by the Sidrich family."

"So, no matter who opens a store in the franchise area next, he must first consider whether he wants to become a tenant of the Sidrich family~"

"If they don't want Sidric to suck blood from themselves, they can only choose to find someone else to rent a house."

"Even if they rent a suitable street store, they still have to pay a higher level of donation or sponsorship fee to the auxiliary police office and resources~"

"In other words, Sidrich once needed to collect nominal protection fees from merchants on various sites."

"Now it is possible to collect nominal voluntary donations or sponsorship fees from stores under the names of various gangs in the franchise area."

"The men who were once members of the Sidrich family have transformed into auxiliary police officers under the unified management of the NYPD."

"Now they can not only receive an income from the auxiliary police office under the jurisdiction of the NYPD, but also receive another income from the merchants."

"This money is clean money that they can spend freely without fear of anyone investigating!!"

"And Sidric?"

"They have completed the initial transition period of changing their strength from bright to dark, and have almost completely controlled half of the franchise area business."

"At the same time, they also cleared the identities of a large number of their subordinates..."

"These people can use their status as auxiliary police officers or regular police officers in the future to do anything that Siddrich would not be able to do openly."

"For example: Sidric doesn't want any drug vendors to appear on the streets near the franchise area~"

"The auxiliary police officers joined forces with the police and drove all the vendors away..."

"Then, Sidrich found the gangs behind these vendors, defined a part of the area where they were allowed to sell, and established a very stable + relatively safe sales environment for them."

"The NYPD, DEA, and FBI will not care about these vendors hiding in restaurants, bars, nightclubs, movie theaters, and theaters..."

"The streets are clean and people feel safer when traveling."

"The work pressure of the police has been reduced, and the crime rate has also been reduced in disguise..."

"The drug sales business of each gang has been planned... and it is getting more and more prosperous!"

"Sidrich only needs to regularly collect from these shops according to different standards. With seemingly very meager voluntary donations, he can hide himself under all the superficial prosperity and enjoy the rich returns comfortably~ "

"Although, I don't know exactly how much they can earn from this plan..."

"But the income brought by their plan is absolutely comparable to the money-making speed of the vampires on Wall Street."

"In addition, Sidrich has turned all his public business to real estate companies, loan companies, small film companies, DA companies, etc..."

"If a few more years pass, they will be like their subordinates and become clean people who can appear in public with great arrogance~"

"Do you think this is an act of cowardly fools?"

With a sarcastic smile, Marat lit a cigarette for himself and said faintly: "Aggron, it's time for us... to make some radical changes!"

"..??"

Agron frowned, pursed his lips, and stared at Marat for a while before asking.

"do you have any plans?"

"Hehe~"

"Didn't I tell you the plan?"

"You... want to develop in Manhattan?"

"That's right!"

Marat, almost the entire upper body of his body was hidden in the smoke, but his eyes were shining as he said: "The way a law thief does: don't do any legal business, don't do anything good, don't interact with anyone from the official or the police. Cooperation... seems to be very effective in the extreme environment of the Gulag~"

"But these rules are shackles around your neck, not mine!"

"We are in the United States! New York!"

"I am a free American!"

"I am not bound by these Gulag thieves' rules!"

"So, if you want to make more money, be more successful, gain more respect from people..."

"I can be your agent!"

"And you can think... like the Sidrich family, hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything comfortably~"

"..."

Agron stared at Marat with a somewhat cold gaze, silently falling into rapid thinking.

Undeniable~

He is a little tempted!

----

on the Pacific.

Hawaii, Honolulu.

Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

In the morning breeze, David woke up from bed feeling thirsty.

He glanced at Susan, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and then turned to look to the other side. .

Polly, has left~

Let's return time to last night.

David, his family + Kanes set off from the hotel to the famous Waikiki Beach and played for a while.

He led the gardener and several reserved cars to the Honolulu Airport to greet the old Malkin family and Ludi family.

Among them, what surprised David was that Alto also came with Ludi and his family.

However, this is not a problem~

David received the people, took them to the hotel where he stayed, and settled in.

He led a large group of people who had been flying all day, and met with his family on the beach under the beautiful sunset in Hawaii, talking and laughing all the way.

The staff has been organized and the holiday has officially begun~

. . .

In the sunset glow.

The gardener, who has lived in Honolulu for more than half a year, found a restaurant with a perfect blend of Italian and Hawaiian flavors for everyone not far from Waikiki Beach.

in the restaurant.

Old Malkin and Old David, as the male heads of two large families, took on the organizational work very proudly. .

Malkin Sr.’s wife Sena and David Sr.’s wife Sera, as the hostesses of the family, took the initiative to take on the work of activating all the family members~

David, under the adulation and encouragement of "bad boy" Karnes and Ludy, Polly, Manqi, Lilith, Susan, Alto and others, "reluctantly" took on the role of "mascot" important responsibility. .

He never dreamed that after receiving the honorary title of "Mascot", he would be greeted with waves of ridicule and rounds of alcohol baptism. .

So, it’s less than two hours after the dinner started~

David did. .Got under the table. .

As for what happened next, he felt like he had a very crazy + very happy + very fantastic + very, very refreshing dream.

In a dream~

He transformed into the ancient Greek god of war, wielding an indestructible spear, and defeated powerful enemies one after another, and finally won the favor of the two goddesses. .

Emm. .

(You can make up your own mind, I can’t write this paragraph anymore~)

. . .

In the hotel bedroom.

David lay on the bed with his eyes closed. After a while, he gently pulled his arm out of Susan's arms, slipped into the bathroom and checked it carefully several times before he felt more at ease. .

David walked to the mirror, squeezing out toothpaste and thinking in his mind~

Judging from his current state, he should, maybe, probably be able to hold on until he returns to New York. .Bar? !

"Eh~!?"

David held the toothbrush in his hand and suddenly remembered. .Susan and Polly's recent "abnormal" behavior ~

He frowned, looked at himself in the mirror, and murmured, "Could it be that they had planned this all in advance...?"

"They deliberately ignored me in New York, and then gave me another big surprise when they arrived in Hawaii?"

"Uh...hehe~"

David looked at himself in the mirror, with toothpaste foam around his mouth, smiled to himself, and shook his head.

ha~

This is true. .

. . .

breakfast time.

David hugged the sleepy Susan and when he arrived at the outdoor restaurant on the first floor, he found that they were the last two people to arrive.

"Bad boy" Karnes complained to Lilith next to him with a dissatisfied face: "Hey~ just leave him alone?"

"This guy... slept without looking out the window last night, which made me almost sleepless all night!"

"Hahahaha~"

Lilith covered her mouth and laughed. She glanced at Polly not far away. Her face was rosy and she looked like a different person. She deliberately amplified her voice and laughed.

"What's the point of closing the window?"

"Can you fall asleep if he closes the window?"

"I...＠#￥￥%..."

"Hahaha~"

Ludy, who was sitting at another table, "accidentally" heard the conversation between the two. He laughed and glanced at the expressions of old Malkin, Sena and Polly, pointed at David who came over, and said with a smile.

"Hey~ you kid! You have to stay in another hotel tonight!"

"what?"

David shrugged in confusion, spread his hands and said, "Hawaii is also a free American territory!"

"I don't even have the freedom of where to sleep... anymore?"

"...Get out!" Old David, who was sitting on the other side, also glanced at Old Malkin and Sena, pointed at his son and laughed and cursed.

"Hahahaha~" Everyone took him down~