Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

dawn!

A private plane from Houston landed slowly.

After more than 20 minutes.

David, Lilith, and Odis Parker, followed behind Morgan and Julie, got into cars and drove quickly from the airport to Manhattan.

on the way.

The driver, Mr. Gardener, who looked tired, rubbed his temples with his hands while talking to David.

"I have contacted everyone under my command and suspended the investigation..."

"Ok!"

Mr. Parker, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the deserted street outside the car, frowning and remaining silent.

. . .

soon.

The two cars they were traveling in traveled through Queens, passed the 55th Street Bridge, turned left on Seventh Avenue and parked next to Rockefeller Center.

Panaris, who was wearing a heavy cashmere coat and had been waiting here for a long time, walked quickly to the car, glanced at the few people who got out of the car with his father, old Morgan, and whispered.

"They... want to have a cremation today at noon or afternoon!"

"Cremation? Nelson?"

"Yes!"

"..." Old Morgan raised his hand and took off his hat, looked up at the towering Rockefeller Center, and frowned.

"Please tell me the specific situation~"

"Ok."

Panaris, the eldest son of old Morgan, took a step across and turned his back to the building behind him, and whispered.

"In the evening, he also had dinner with his wife, Margarita Murphy, and their two sons at a duplex on 50th Street."

"After dinner, he was driven to a private apartment on 54th Street and called his female assistant Megan around [-] p.m. to discuss writing an art book series."

"More than an hour later, Megan made the call."

"The call she made was to her best friend Pencita Pierce."

"Pencetta Pierce received the call from Megan. She immediately rushed to 54th Street, saw what happened, and helped Miss Megan call the 911 emergency station."

"She then left Nelson's office before police and ambulances arrived."

"The two police officers who were informed of Nelson's death quickly arrived at Nelson's office before the ambulance and accompanying doctor arrived."

"They reported that they found Nelson lying on the floor fully clothed and completely unresponsive."

"The doctors in the ambulance said they saw no signs of looking through books or papers but they saw evidence of meals as there was a half-empty wine bottle and some signs of meals."

"but!"

"When Nelson's family arrived, they quickly rejected the NYPD and FBI's involvement."

. . .

Panaris spoke very quickly and told everything he knew. Old Morgan slowly lowered his head and fiddled with the hat in his hand, with a trace of regret and relief on his lips~

cremation! ?

Obviously, Nelson's family did not want his sudden death to be frantically followed and hyped by the unscrupulous gossip media. .

Judith K. Morgan (Julie), who had been standing silently next to old Morgan, couldn't help but sigh and asked Panaris.

"Who's upstairs?"

"Old Uncle David."

"Come on, let's go up and have a look."

"Ok!"

Julie turned to look at David and Lilith, waved to them, and quickly walked into the building.

Old Morgan stood there and paused for a few seconds, then followed his footsteps and walked into the building.

Panaris glanced at the people coming out of the building, walked up to David and whispered.

"Leslie is with his family. You go back and wait for the call."

"Elder will contact you before noon!"

"Ok!"

Panaris waved to his partner Elder, and the two quickly chased old Morgan into the building.

David's right hand grasped Lilith's little hand, and he watched the figures slowly disappear. He took a deep breath and asked Mr. Gardener.

"You contacted Harold Stone?"

"Yes!"

"Where is he?"

"office."

"Let's go and talk to him."

. . .

Manhattan, 66th Street.

fbi new york division.

The person in charge, Harold Stone, wore a pair of suspenders and a brown woolen sweater and warmly entertained David, Odis Parker and Mr. Gardener in his office.

"How about a cup of coffee?"

"it is good."

Harold Stone quickly walked out of the office and brought a pot of hot coffee, pouring it for David and Otis Parker respectively.

After David took the coffee and thanked him, he looked at the dark outside from the window not far away and whispered.

"It's still some time until dawn, right?"

"Tonight is another sleepless night..."

"Yes!"

Harold, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes but in good spirits, glanced at Odis Parker, who was a little "unnaturally" quiet, sat opposite David, and said with a smile.

"Nelson Rockefeller served four terms as governor of New York State and served as vice president during President Ford's term."

"His sudden death tonight requires us, the FBI and the Federal Secret Service, to go and investigate..."

"So, I took Torres to the hospital and saw him and his family."

"And the only witness present, Miss Megan!"

After David took a sip of coffee, he put the cup down, looked at Harold whose expression became serious, thought for a while and asked.

"Torres is the one newly established by your FBI..."

"That's right!"

"Torres Bradman studied for many years with criminal psychology expert Paul Aikman."

"He can tell whether people are lying or hiding something from their subconscious reactions when they answer questions."

"So, when Torres and I asked Miss Megan as usual, her reaction..."

"All right!"

David raised his hand to interrupt Harold, rubbed his temples with his hands and frowned: "Let's stop this matter!"

"From now on, no matter who asks you, you have only one answer - unclear, not sure, don't know!"

"Understood!" Harold Stone felt a huge sense of relief coming from his heart, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

"Um.."

David raised his wrist and glanced at the time, then turned to Mr. Gardener and asked, "I want to call Leslie."

Mr. Gardener was stunned for two seconds, then stood up and walked to the phone and motioned to Harold Stone.

Harold waved his hand, making a please gesture, and said with a smile: "The phone here is absolutely safe!"

"Hmm..." Mr. Gardener picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.

. . .

A glimmer of light gradually dawned in the east.

The Queen.

Kennedy International Airport.

A red-eye flight from Houston landed slowly on the runway.

Ezra Cremo, head of the CIA's New York branch, just took a flight to Houston last night when he received extremely surprising news.

So he had to follow in David's footsteps and book a red-eye flight back to New York.

In the parking lot outside the airport.

Ezra Cremo first found his parked car, threw his small bag in, then found a public phone and dialed a series of familiar numbers.

"Hello Harold?"

"It's me, Ezra Claymore."

"Hmm~"

"I guessed that you would be in the office at this time!"

"Hehe~"

"I heard.."

"Um...you can't tell clearly, what does it mean?"

"what?"

"Man, I'm going to your office right now!"

"Please ask David to wait for me!"

"Yes Yes!"

"I have something very important to do with him..."

"Okay~wait for me for half an hour!"

Ezra Cremo hung up the phone and walked into the parking lot with confusion and confusion on his face, and couldn't help but mutter.

"That boy David, he went to find Harold Stone right after he came back?!"

"Something is out of the ordinary, it's strange~"

"But this is fine..."

Ezra Cremo opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, glanced at the small bag on the passenger seat, and for some reason suddenly felt very happy. .

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Toyama City, Toyama Prefecture, in the central and western part of the island country.

night~

(Due to the time difference, Tokyo is 13 hours ahead of New York.)

Toyama City, adjacent to Toyama Bay, is one of the most important commercial ports in the central and western parts of the island country.

There is a single berth that can berth 15-ton oil tankers on the sea area about 20 nautical miles outside Toyama City Port.

Marat Poyezhnev, Yuri Orlov and Kihara Nobunari were standing on the front deck of a small speedboat, looking at the 22-ton ship in the distance in the night. The oil tanker is slowly approaching.

Behind the Marat trio, Toshiki Wada looked at Kaguichiro Yasuda next to him for a few seconds, then turned to a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and asked with a smile.

"Behind the tanker, that American patrol boat...?"

"I'll take care of it!"

The middle-aged man named Galid smiled and tightened the scarf around his neck. He squinted his eyes and looked at the huge oil tanker that was slowly approaching and the two little ones behind it.

Marat turned around and glanced back. Galide, who claimed to be Mr. Davis Leahy's agent, smiled at Toshiki Wada and asked.

"The offshore patrol boat of the island country behind...?"

"Hehe~"

Toshiki Wada raised his hand and pointed to the sea beside him, and saw that several small crude oil carriers had begun to increase their power and sail towards the berth where the oil tanker was docked.

There was also a speedboat among them, sailing towards the island nation's offshore patrol boat at full power.

. . .

After half an hour.

On board a 22-ton oil tanker flying the Indian flag.

Marat stood on the side of the tanker, watching the island nation's maritime patrol members who had circled the ship several times and returned to the patrol boat from the ladder. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Bobo, who was wearing a shabby sailor uniform. Uncle Husband opened his arms and smiled.

"You look younger than the last time we met?"

Ivanov Seric Popov, who had a full beard, also smiled and gave Marat a big hug, joking in English with a heavy accent.

"You've gained a lot of weight, too!"

"Hahaha~"

"By the way, Uncle Popov."

"Let me introduce you to my companion."

"This is Yuri Orlov and Nobunari Kihara."

"This is Mr. Toshiki Wada and Mr. Galid..."

"Hmm~"

"Hello!"

Popov glanced at Yuri and the two, glanced at Toshiki Wada who was smiling, and then stared at Galid for a few seconds before waving.

"Let's go~ It's windy outside, let's go in and talk!"

"Ok!"

. . .

After a few minutes.

Popov led everyone to an office-like suite.

He invited a few people to sit down at a big table, picked up a large teapot, poured a cup of hot tea for everyone, and said with a smile.

"This time, we had a smooth sailing at sea."

"I wonder how prepared you are here?"

Marat glanced at Toshiki Wada, picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said with a smile: "We are ready for the cash + goods you requested."

"However, we can't find enough cosmetics from Dior and Lancôme yet, so we can only buy some more perfumes from these two brands."

"perfume?"

Popov put down the teapot in his hand and looked at Marat sideways: "You kid, you still like to be naughty!"

"Hahaha~"

Marat put down the teacup in his hand, leaned over to pick up the suitcase he had brought, opened it all and pushed it in front of Popov.

"I brought you two boxes of limited edition Cuban cigars and two bottles of Italian red wine."

"But underneath these, there is also a big gift I prepared for your friend!"

"Oh~ what is it?"

Popov glanced at Marat and watched with a smile as he took out two boxes of cigars and saw a small red cloth bag at the bottom of the box.

Marat opened the small cloth bag very simply, revealing ten gold bars neatly arranged inside that shone with charming light. .

"Each bar here has 100 gold ounces, and the ten bars add up to 1000 gold ounces." (1 gold ounce is approximately equal to 31 grams)

"According to today's gold quotation in the City of London, these golds are worth about 25 meters."

"I believe that your friends must..."

"..."

Popov stared at the gold bar in front of him, was silent for a while, then looked at Marat with complicated eyes and asked.

"You live in New York?"

"Yeah..." Marat nodded slowly as if he knew what Uncle Popov wanted to say.

"When I first arrived in New York with my family, I had a very bad time~"

"The people there were very exclusive and there was no way I could find a job with a stable income."

"So, I had no choice but to go find Yevsi Borisovich Agron, in his gang..."

"Oh!"

Popov slapped the table hard with an unhappy expression and stared at Marat with narrowed eyes: "Your father, the last thing he wants you to do is to join a gang..."

"I know!"

Marat looked directly at him and whispered: "Uncle, can I explain this to you later?"

"..Um!"

Popov sighed silently, picked up the suitcase on the table, stood up and looked around at everyone: "The steam boiler on the ship has already made preparations to preheat the crude oil."

"Ok!"

Kihara Nobunari stood up and smiled at Popov: "The cash is on the speedboat we are on. I will go and get it right now?"

"Hmm~"

Popov walked to the door of the room and glanced at Marat: "Wait a moment, my two friends want to meet you!"

"ok~"

. . .

Popov and Kihara Nobunari are gone.

Toshiki Wada silently picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then looked at Marat and Yuri.

Davis Leahy's agent, Galid, looked around at the furnishings in the room and smiled in amusement.

"I thought this room would be filled with the smell of curry~"

"Hahaha~"

Marat quickly adjusted his mood and laughed: "This ship is just flying the Indian flag, why does it smell like curry?"

"Haha..." Galid "conjured" a handkerchief from nowhere, covered his mouth and nose, and said in a low voice.

"There's someone in the room behind me!"

"..."

Marat, Yuri, and Toshiki Wada looked at each other, looked at the door behind Galid, and after another exchange of eye contact, they all tensed up slightly nervously.

At this time, Toshiki Wada suddenly put his hands on the table and asked: "Marat!"

"Your uncle Popov is already married, right?"

"Should we prepare some gifts for his family!?"

"..Um!"

Marat took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and wrote a few lines on it while saying.

"Just now, I forgot to ask him..."

"When I contacted him, I heard him mention it."

Marat pushed the notebook in front of the three of them and continued to smile: "But it doesn't matter, this is only our first time working together."

"It's not too late for us to give his family another gift next time~"

"Okay!" Galid put down the handkerchief on his nose and mouth, took the pen in Marat's hand, and said while writing.

"I didn't prepare a gift for our first meeting. It was so rude~"

"Next time, I will definitely prepare a gift that satisfies him."

Marat took back the notebook and pen, showed it to Yuri, quickly put it in his arms and said with a smile, "Okay."

"Crack~"

Just when a few people ended their silent communication and were about to continue "chatting," Popov opened the door from the outside and walked in, directing the two sturdy young men who followed behind him.

"Take them in."

Two young men carrying four oversized suitcases walked to the door of the suite and knocked lightly several times.

Inside the door, a middle-aged man with a serious face and cautious eyes opened the door and stuck out half of his head, glanced at Marat and the others, and asked Popov.

"cash?"

"Yes~ Please check the amount."

"Ok!"

After the middle-aged man opened the door and let the two young people in, Popov waved again and said.

"There are two more boxes at the back!"

"That kid named Kihara Nobunari is very slow. You and Maxim should come out first to meet our partners."

The middle-aged man stood in the door and hesitated without speaking. A voice sounded from behind him: "Partner?!"

"..." Popov walked up to Marat, put his left hand on his shoulder, and introduced.

"The man at the door is named Lermontov. He is an agent of the Committee of Security (TCSS) stationed at the Nakhodka Commercial Port in the Far East."

"The guy in the room who didn't want to show his face was Maxim, my important partner in Nakhodka."

"Every year, at least one million tons of crude oil are exported abroad through him!"

"..." Marat raised his head and looked at Uncle Popov in surprise, with a big question mark on his face.

Of course Popov understood his doubts, turned to look at Nobunari Kihara who walked in carrying two large suitcases, and smiled.

"If this transaction goes very smoothly and happily~"

"Next time, I won't come here in person."

"The two young men who just carried the suitcases in will stay and complete each transaction on my behalf."

"As for my partners Lermontov and Maxim, they came here just to meet the big buyers."

Popov patted Marat's shoulder hard: "And you, boy!"

"Your boss doesn't have such a small appetite, does he?"

"If we do three more transactions before the end of the month..."

"Can he come up with that much cash?"

"three times?"

Marat's eyes suddenly widened and he immediately replied: "If the price remains unchanged, of course there is no problem."

"Hehe~"

"The price will definitely change!"

Popov glanced at the room inside, shrugged at a few people and said with a smile: "22 meters per barrel, a total of 66 tons of crude oil spot."

“We only need rice dollars in cash + some in-demand commodities!”

"What do you think?"

"..."

Toshiki Wada frowned and looked at Marat, but did not answer immediately.

Galid put his arms on the table with interest, glanced at the silent Yuri Orlov, and smiled.

"The price of 22 meters is very reasonable."

"But we are more willing to cooperate in the long term!"

"long?"

Popov glanced at Yuri Orlov curiously and said with a smile: "Only long-term cooperation can be achieved if both parties feel happy~"

"Yuri boy!"

"do you think so?"

Yuri Orlov clenched his fists, stood up and looked directly at Popov, nodded calmly and said: "66 tons of crude oil, 1 ton is about 7 barrels, 22 meters per barrel, the total transaction amount is 101640000 yuan.”

"Calculated based on three transactions, we need to prepare 3388 million yuan each time."

"Today is the 27th, and there are four days left until the end of the month."

“So, as long as you can guarantee the delivery of 66 tons of crude oil spot by the end of the month, we will also prepare cash for all transactions for you!”

"it is good!"

Popov nodded with satisfaction, looked at Marat, and smiled.

"He is your boss's agent?"

"Ok!"

"What he says should count, right?"

"Of course!" Marat smiled and nodded.

Popov sat down next to Marat, motioned to Yuri to let the young man sit down, and smiled.

"Boy, remember what you said!"

"If these four transactions can be completed very smoothly, we will also have more cooperation in other aspects!"

"Understand~"

Yuri nodded to Popov, glanced at Nobunari Kihara who was sweating profusely, Toshiki Wada who remained silent but his eyes were shining, and Galid who couldn't see any change in his expression, and smiled.

"Happy cooperation, Uncle Popov!"

"Hahaha~"

Popov laughed and hugged Marat, his laughter full of joy and ease~