Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

It's approaching midnight~

On the border of Brooklyn and Queens, there is the Bushwick community, where all Latino immigrants live.

Two young boys wearing cotton winter hats, heads lowered, chests in mouth, hands in pockets, walked quickly against the cold wind to a 24-hour grocery store on the east side of the street.

But neither of them noticed at all that in a "quiet" car that just passed by, there was a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, staring at them.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Two slightly panicked young people ran out of the grocery store and quickly disappeared on the far corner of the street.

But there was no movement at the door of the grocery store, as if nothing could be checked.

The figure in the shadow sat upright little by little and stared at the grocery store silently. .

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Two 10 minutes later. .

A police car slowly parked in front of the grocery store.

After the two bloated police officers got out of the car, they looked around carefully before slowly walking into the grocery store.

at the same time.

Neighbors in the Bushwick community, Brownsville community,

A dark blue car with its dazzling headlights flashed quickly turned at an intersection and drove into the Bushwick community.

. . .

after midnight.

The two cars drove out of Brooklyn and headed east along the highway. After driving for about half an hour, they turned right onto a dirt road in the woods.

At the end of the dirt road.

The car in front stopped slowly against the woods beside the dirt road.

The car behind slowly passed it, drove to a relatively spacious place in front, made a 180-degree U-turn, and parked, so that the lights of the two cars "looked at each other" together.

Brooklyn gang boss Agron and his top thug, Xiong Daguo, retired special forces soldier Emil, got out of the car, opened the trunk, and dragged a middle-aged couple whose faces were covered in blood and whose hands and feet were tied. out. .

Two of his men took out the prepared bag from the car, took out two pieces of very tough rope, put it around the necks of the middle-aged couple, and then wrapped the other end of the rope around a thick branch above their heads. , after tightening it, tie it to the bumper in front of the car. .

Emil took out his pistol, stared down at the unconscious middle-aged couple, muttered a few words silently, and then nodded to his men ~

One of the men took off his gloves and got into the car, put the reverse gear on, and stepped on the accelerator. .

The tight rope was pulled forcefully backward by the car, and the middle-aged couple whose necks were put in "slings" were lifted little by little in the air under Emil's gaze.

The middle-aged man was first "awakened" by the severe pain and loss of consciousness in his neck. .

He tried hard to free his bound hands, and his legs were still kicking the ground hard, trying to stand firmer on the ground to relieve the suffocation caused by poor breathing. .

Emil, who was standing aside, took out a prepared thick steel bar from the back seat and struck the middle-aged man's knee horizontally several times, causing the middle-aged man to howl in pain.

"Ah~ cough... cough..."

The middle-aged man's miserable howl "awakened" his wife beside him who also felt suffocated. .

She looked at Emil with horror in her eyes, and wanted to say something, but her throat was blocked by the strong suffocation and pain in her neck. .

Emil lowered his head slightly, staring at the blurry shadows of the two people cast in the distant woods under the car lights, silently~

The feet of the middle-aged couple who were hung up were less than 30 centimeters from the ground.

But it was this short distance that allowed them to deeply experience the "happiness" of living for the last time before dying. .

asphyxia!

Struggle~

The last howl and roar~

Subconscious trembling!

powerless. .

cold. .

dark. .

After about 10 minutes.

Emil raised his head, looked at the "motionless" middle-aged couple, waved his hands to his two men, opened the car door, sat in the cab, and lit a cigarette.

Emil agreed to the "important task" that Agron secretly entrusted to him this time without even thinking about it.

But when he found them one by one according to the list, he hung them up again. .

Emil, I'm sorry!

Hundreds of years ago in Europe and the West a hundred years ago, villains who committed the most heinous crimes would be hanged.

In most cases, those who were hanged were common people (nobles mostly used beheading).

Therefore, the use of hanging to execute someone is mostly regarded as a symbol of dishonor.

For example: many war criminals who participated in the Second World War were hanged because what they did was heinous and heinous.

But~

Are this middle-aged couple who worked hard to run a grocery store, and the previous few people who were hanged by the emir "personally", really guilty of heinous crimes?

Emil, I don't know.

He doesn't even want to know!

"Whoo~"

In the smoke, Emil stared at a shoe that the middle-aged woman had dropped while struggling not far away, and let out a sigh of relief.

On this road, he knew he could no longer turn back~

However, the military advisor Marat, who left inexplicably a few days ago, may still have a chance to choose again. .Bar? !

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Manhattan.

At the southern end of Central Park, the Plaza Hotel.

The rich man Mikhail Friedliman, who had just attended a social dinner here, came out of the elevator and saw Bernard Madoff sitting in the lounge area of ​​the first floor lobby.

"Hi~Bernard!"

"Why didn't you come up to find me??" Mikhail took off his hat and curiously greeted his old friend.

"Hehe~"

"I just happened to be tired and wanted to take a rest here and wait for you..." Bernard Madoff, whose face was full of exhaustion, smiled.

"Oh~"

Mikhail glanced at the lobby manager who was chatting with his old friend just now, nodded, sat down and smiled.

"Tell me about it~ How was your harvest today?"

"not bad!"

Madoff sat next to his old friend with a smile, leaned close to him, and whispered.

"Your investment will be credited to your Chase Bank account tomorrow morning."

"Um.."

"Where's the profit?"

"125%!"

"..." Mikhail tilted his head and looked at his old friend. He did not show surprise or surprise, but frowned and asked in a low voice.

"What about Sam Rogers' earnings? How much?"

Madoff's expression froze for a moment, and he took a breath and replied: "He invested 400 million in principal twice and got back about 1400 million."

"..." Mikhail raised his eyebrows and asked.

"What about the 100 million he left for you? Is that included?"

"No~"

Madoff leaned back, floated his hands on his legs, shook his head and said: "The futures market was originally designed to provide hedging financial products for agricultural product middlemen."

"For example: If you are a cotton middleman and you are worried that this year's bad weather will cause a significant decline in total domestic cotton production, you can purchase cotton futures half a year later to hedge your acquisition cost risks."

"In this way, even if the cotton spot purchase price doubles after half a year, you can still recover the price difference from the futures market!"

"The same goes for frozen concentrated orange juice~"

"As the world's largest orange exporter, Brazil has experienced waterlogging in the past two months, which will significantly reduce the total output of oranges and the sugar content of juice."

"It was after seeing this that Sam left me 100 million yuan to establish a mid-term long position and a forward short position in the sucrose futures market!"

"...sugar?" Mikhail understood this, but more questions immediately arose in his heart.

"Hehe~"

Madoff, who knew his old friend very well, crossed his legs and continued to explain.

"Sucrose, or let's just say white sugar, I won't go into too much detail about its value~"

“In the sugar futures market, the biggest short seller is the American Sugar Association!”

“Where’s the biggest short?”

"A company that produces artificial sugar substitute products!"

"For example: Monsanto, a large domestic company that produced saccharin during World War II!"

"There is also a sugar substitute product, cyclamate, that was included in the FDA's banned list in the past few years."

"These sugar substitute food additives are losers in the sugar war~"

“But the people behind these sugar substitute products have never given up!”

When Madoff said this, he stopped, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and then said again.

"The fructose syrup proposed by David is a natural sugar substitute product naturally extracted from jade."

"Sam Rogers, after listening to Bob R. Rockefeller's sugar market research report, immediately understood why David asked Bob... to be responsible for integrating the fructose syrup market~"

"Based on comprehensive calculations based on current production technology, the production cost of fructose syrup is only about one-fifth of the production cost of white sugar."