Manhattan Reborn 1978

(The previous chapter was locked up in a dark room, and I had to reflect for two days before I could release it.)

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

David originally wanted to spend a little more time with Cui Yingying before she left for San Francisco. .

But his little "calculation" was unfortunately disrupted by a few visitors~

. . .

First floor, in the restaurant.

While eating the breakfast prepared by the maid Chasida, David asked today's first visitor, Pamela Randy, a beautiful agent from the CIA's New York branch.

"You mean...your boss, Ezra Cremo, has obtained all the clues about this case from the FBI and NYPD?"

"Yes!"

Pamela Randy, who came to visit in a formal dress today, glanced at the maid Chasida standing at the door of the kitchen and explained.

"In recent years, various scandals and cases of kidnapping, trafficking, smuggling, imprisonment, captivity, and torture have frequently broken out in various European countries, and ordinary people have become increasingly dissatisfied with the government and law enforcement agencies~"

"In the year before last and the year before last, governments of various countries, together with the International Criminal Police (ICPO), launched multiple hunting operations targeting transnational kidnapping and human trafficking organizations."

“But it is precisely because European countries have stepped up their efforts to crack down on this transnational crime that more transnational criminal organizations of this type have chosen to temporarily avoid the spotlight and transfer their main personnel and energy to the United States. "

"Uh..." David put down the milk cup in his hand and couldn't help but burped.

He turned his head and glanced at Chasida standing at the door of the kitchen, stood up and walked over, hugged her shoulders tightly, and looked at Pamela Randy with a serious face.

"What you explained... is nothing more than telling us that this kind of transnational case is very complicated and difficult to investigate..."

"But what I want is not to ask you to find out everything..."

"I just want those bastards who pushed girls like Chasida into hell with their own hands to experience the pain and helplessness of being in hell!"

"Even if I have to take risks or pay a big price for it..."

"Do you understand?"

Pamela Randy looked at Chasia, who was looking down at her toes, her whole body seemed to be trembling slightly, and her heart beat faster unconsciously.

David's words were already very clear. What else could she say?

For those traffickers who use despicable means such as abduction and kidnapping to make huge profits, calling them a bunch of bastards is already considered a relatively "friendly" term. .

Because every time a child is kidnapped and trafficked, the whole family will be trapped for more than ten years. .Even a lifetime of pain and regret~

Not to mention the cases where parents who lost their children would go crazy because of this. After more and more cases were exposed by the media, the widespread social dissatisfaction caused has reached a historic peak. .

Therefore, the group of politicians in various European countries who only know how to fight for power every day will actively respond to public dissatisfaction as if they have "suddenly awakened" and joined forces with ICPO to launch a large-scale pursuit~

But. .

In the years before them, did they really not know about these black profiteering industry chains that were deliberately covered up by some people?

hehe~

Pamela Randy resisted the urge to sneer, took a few deep breaths, walked up to David and Chasida, and spoke very sincerely.

"After I return to New York, I will apply to my boss, Ezra Cremo, to set up an investigation team to investigate this case as soon as possible."

"However, judging from all the clues in this case so far, it may involve..."

"I see!"

David waved his hand to her, thought for a while, then turned to Chasida beside him and said.

"Go get me some paper and pen, okay?"

"...Hmm!" Chasida nodded vigorously and quickly walked to the living room to look for paper and pen.

David glanced at her "busy" back, put his hands behind his back, took a big step forward, and looked at Pamela Randy from a close distance. This picture seemed familiar. .But the beautiful face, whose name could not be called out for a while, whispered.

"Ezra Claymore, Toby Olga, and you..."

"I will never look at you agents with colored glasses who are willing to serve the country...but often can't help it~"

"but!"

"Serving the country, this word... is not an excuse for some people to use their power for personal gain!"

"..." Pamela Randy felt an invisible pressure "coming to her face", swallowed unconsciously, and nodded silently.

Chasida held the paper and pen she had found in her hand, and stood quietly not far from David, looking at the "other side" of David that she had never shown, and unconsciously her heart beat a little faster. .

It seems that the David in front of me has suddenly become a lot more "strange"~

After ten seconds.

David slowly looked away from Pamela Randy's face, turned around, walked to Chasida, and hugged her gently. .

Then he scraped her nose twice with his hand and smiled.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Go upstairs and help Cui Yingying and Tilda Swinton pack their luggage~"

"I'm going to take them to the airport later!"

"..OK!"

Chasida tried her best to calm down her emotions, clenched her fists hard, turned around and went upstairs.

Pamela Randy suddenly felt a strange envy of Chasida in her heart. .

"Take it~"

David quickly wrote a phone number on the paper with a pen, handed it to Pamela, and said.

"This is Otis Parker's number."

"Ezra Claymore, there's no need for it anymore."

"you can!"

Pamela took the piece of paper with a phone number written on it and kept the strange name in her heart. .

After a few minutes.

Pamela Landy, gone.

David stood by the window of the living room, watching her back as she walked out of the courtyard gate, and whispered to Mr. Gardener, Brotney Mexia and John Rambo who were standing behind her.

"I don't consider myself an upright, selfless person..."

"I don't even think of myself as a hero who hates evil and supports justice."

"I'm just an ordinary kid who doesn't want my family and friends around me to get hurt in any way."

"so.."

"I understand if you guys don't want to get in trouble!"

"The world is so big~"

"No matter where you want to go or what you want to do..."

"I'll give you a ride!"

"..."

Among the three, the eldest Mr. Gardener chuckled, turned to look at Rambo and Mexia, shrugged, and walked outside silently.

John Rambo, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, turned around and strode outside, saying.

"We were in huge trouble..."

"...Wait, Rambo!"

When David was about to walk out of the holiday home, he "stopped" him and turned back.

"I'm going to set up a charity fund specifically for the security company!"

"This fund is a charitable fund that manages voluntary donations from all the owners of the security company + I personally invest a certain proportion of funds every year."

When Rambo heard what David said, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, spread his hands and smiled.

"What are you...what do you want to do?"

"..."

David scratched his head with his hand, feeling a little helpless and smiled: "Let me put it in more straightforward terms..."

"Suppose: you donate 10 yuan to this charity fund, and I will put 20 yuan into the fund."

"The money raised in the end will be used to help your former comrades solve the difficulties and problems they encountered in life."

"And it will also include the family members of your comrades who unfortunately died on the battlefield in Vietnam on the list of key assistance to help them overcome the current difficulties."

"but!"

"When I establish this charity fund, I must make it clear to you in advance."

"We only help the emergency, not the poor!"

"do you understand me?"

"..clear!"

John Rambo put his hands into the pockets of his beach pants, pursed his lips and looked at David, and asked again with a very complicated mood.

"That rescue list...?"

"It's up to you to make the list~"

"Tell Lawrence to convene a temporary meeting at the training base to come up with this list and basic rescue standards."

"Regarding the legal and financial issues of this charitable fund, Lawyer George will be responsible for contacting Lawrence to resolve them~"

David walked up to Rambo, patted his arm with his hand, and smiled.

"I hope that this charity fund will continue to grow with our joint efforts and help more people in need~"

"..." Rambo didn't say anything, he just looked at David quietly for a while, nodded and went out.

David felt that he had solved another important thing. He felt very relaxed and came to sit down next to Brotney Mecia and asked.

"I still have... I will leave for the airport in about three to ten minutes."

"Want to chat?"

"..." Brotney Mecia did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip. After thinking for a moment, he said.

"Heris Schultz and I are people who have died several times~"

"If it weren't for revenge, we wouldn't be able to see you..."

"So, the troubles you mentioned are to me..."

"wait a moment!"

When David heard these "familiar" "lines", he felt goosebumps all over his body ~

He took two deep breaths and carefully looked at Mecia's face until he finally confirmed it. .I must have never seen this face before, and there was no impression at all in my memory, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you tell me the complete story about the two of you?"

Mecia was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded and said: "Okay!"

"us.."

. . .

About two 10 minutes later.

David listened carefully to the "story" of Messia and Herris Schultz, and couldn't help but sigh a few times in his heart.

The various experiences that the two of them have experienced over the years, if put forward more than ten years later, can be made into a [-]-episode TV series, or turned into a series of movies, forming a separate movie world. .

The brilliance of its content will definitely exceed the imagination limits of all creative writers and directors!

It's just that. .

David shook his head vigorously, put aside these messy things in his mind for the time being, looked at Mecia who was slowly calming down, and asked.

"Hollis, after following Harold Stone back, the two of them should get remarried, right?"

"...Hmm!" Mexia, with a picture of the two of them walking into the airport hall hand in hand, appeared in front of her eyes and nodded with a chuckle.

"What about you?"

"Have you never considered finding someone you like to marry him?"

"..." Mecia glanced at David strangely and shook her head simply.

"Herris has always wanted to live a stable life and have a warm home..."

"She is the kind of woman who is willing to settle for the ordinary and be a housewife for the rest of her life..."