Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan, 66th Street.

FBI New York branch, in the office of Harold Stone, head of the FBI.

Lekosha Burnedy, a veteran in the workplace, finished reporting her recent work to her boss Mr. Stone, sat down and continued with a smile.

"I have already led people to deposit the stolen money involved in the Lufthansa robbery into the bank."

"Boss!"

"Can I apply to my superiors to give more bonuses to my colleagues who work overtime continuously?"

Mr. Stone looked at the file in his hand and asked with a frown.

"Didn't you just get the company a few days ago?"

"Is there no money here?"

Lekosha pointed at the crisp suit on his body and said with a helpless smile: "You may have noticed that the clothes I wear are all old styles from seven or eight years ago."

"My leather shoes were also bought the year before last..."

“The prices in New York are too expensive!”

"After the monthly salary is paid, there is not much left after paying rent, paying bills, etc."

"Hehe~"

Mr. Stone put down the file in his hand, sat back in his chair, chuckled and thought for a while, then picked up the phone and called his young subordinate Torres Bradman.

Torres opened the door and walked in after receiving a call from his boss. When he saw Lekosha winking at him with a smile, he screamed in his heart that it was bad. .

Mr. Stone asked Torres to sit down first, pondered for a few seconds, and then asked.

"Did you get the data I asked you to compile?"

"Yes!"

"I'll go and give it to you."

"no need."

Mr. Stone waved his hand, pointed at Lekosha and said, "Tell him the statistical data directly."

"Oh.."

Torres slowly sat back in the chair, glanced at his boss, and said to Lekosha.

"According to the latest statistics at the end of last month, our New York branch has a total of 97 employees, 69 people with formal working status, and 28 temporary contract staff."

"Last month, four of the regular staff took maternity leave; two took annual leave; and 17 took sick leave."

"Among those who took sick leave, 14 of them have not been at work for a month and a half."

"The remaining three people only worked for a few days after the New Year last month and took sick leave again."

Torres said this string of figures, paused for a moment, and then said: "I learned from the financial department that the headquarters sent us another verbal notice yesterday, saying..."

"Notification?" Mr. Stone interrupted Torres with some surprise and confusion and asked.

"What notice?"

"Sorry, boss!"

"It's not a formal notification, but an internal message from the headquarters."

Mr. Stone suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart, waved his hand and said: "You continue!"

Torres licked his lips, grinned and said: "There are rumors from the headquarters that part of the money allocated to our branch this year will be allocated to the anti-crime task force."

"Anti-criminal team?"

"fxxx!"

Mr. Stone couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He took out a cigarette from the drawer and put it to his mouth. He stopped suddenly and complained angrily.

"Isn't that guy Linde Vercello going to be transferred?"

"Those bastards at the headquarters actually want to increase the allocation for him?!"

"..." Torres lowered his head and looked at the pattern of a piece of wood under the table. He felt it was very beautiful~

Lekosha roughly understood what the two people meant by deliberately "cooperating", thought about it, and asked.

"We have solved major cases in succession in recent times. Didn't the superiors at the headquarters say anything?"

"What a bullshit!"

Mr. Stone had never had any illusions about the bunch of bureaucrats at headquarters who spouted lies all day long.

He put the cigarette in front of his nose, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the skyline faintly visible between the gaps in the tall buildings, and was speechless for a long time~

The veteran Lekosha glanced at the young Torres and told him to go out first.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in front of his nose like Mr. Stone, walked to the window and whispered.

"When we were investigating the case in the past few days, they all mentioned the previous person in charge, Bog Beru, intentionally or unintentionally!"

"..." Mr. Stone looked into the distance and remained silent.

Lekosha put the cigarette in his hand on the windowsill and continued: "They are all saying that Bog Beru is a shameless, selfish villain and bastard!"

"But they are also saying that at least when Bog Beru was in office, everyone's income has been able to maintain a steady increase."

"But since you came to New York, even the ways they used to make extra money have been forcibly banned."

"Over there at the headquarters..."

"If this continues, I'm afraid no one will want to work under you..."

"Yeah!" Harold Stone responded with a slight nod.

He glanced down at Lekosha's cigarette on the windowsill, placed the one in his hand next to it, and whispered.

"I have already discussed this matter with House D. Stanfield at the headquarters."

"He can help us get up to 7 yuan from the headquarters."

"So, I am going to give out 2 yuan to everyone first."

"I plan to ask friends to help me invest the other 5 yuan!"

"invest?"

"Friends on Wall Street?"

"Ok!"

"Then..." Lekosha forcefully swallowed back some of the words that had reached her lips.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked into the distance through the narrow gaps between the buildings. He nodded slowly and said, "That's fine."

Mr. Stone smiled, glanced at Lekosha, and suppressed what was in his heart.

Because useless rhetoric can't change anything.

Only when you see it with your own eyes can you be convinced!

----

Manhattan, 33th Street.

In a bar with no sign hanging outside the door.

Rosenlo Sidric glanced at Bai Mike who placed the wine glass in front of him, nodded and said.

"Have you found it?"

"Yes~"

Mike Bai took a sip of his drink, turned to look at the unfamiliar faces behind him, and asked with raised eyebrows.

"they are..?"

"You haven't seen it?" Rosenlow picked up the cup and asked with an expression on his face.

"No."

"Then don't get to know each other."

"Ok!"

Mike Bai put down his wine glass, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, placed it in front of Rosenlow and said: "The most active Fugesi wholesaler in recent years has offices in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens and Staten Island. Underground factories and warehouses.”

(Fugesi refers to all goods that are not genuine goods.)

"They not only control the supply of Fugesi products such as brand-name watches and high-imitation jewelry, but also produce many high-imitation products such as luxury clothing and handbags that have become popular in Europe and put them on the market."

"Ah."

Rosenlow finished reading the note in his hand, folded it and put it in his pocket, then took out an envelope and pushed it to Mike Bai.

"Tell your people to keep an eye on their every move for now."

"I will contact you later."

Mike Bai put away the envelope, and the "real" touch from his fingertips made him smile and shrug.

"ok~"

"You can call the Wildfire Bar and you can find me anytime."

"Hmm~"

"gone!"

"..." Rosenluo watched silently as Mike Bai walked out of the bar, his fingertips lightly slid on the table a few times, and he motioned to a bartender behind the bar in the distance for a pen and paper.

He wrote down the two addresses and names on the note, stood up, walked to the bar, handed it to the bartender, and said

"Everyone is worth 1 yuan. I want all their information, the sooner the better!"

"ok~"

The bartender nodded with a smile, watched Rosenlow walk out of the bar, and smiled at the "impatient" professional private detectives.

“You all heard what the customers asked for.”

"The fastest and most accurate person, I only charge 10%!"

Several people immediately "swooped" to the edge of the bar, quickly read the information in the bar's hand, turned around and walked out of the bar.

In the blink of an eye, the bar became quiet.

The bartender looked at the last middle-aged man who was moving slowly, shrugged and asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

"Dodge!"

"Don't you want to take the mission?"

"Of course I do! That's 2 dollars!"

"Haha~" the bartender put the information he also wanted to know on the bar, turned around and poured two glasses of wine, and said.

"If you can do your best, I can charge you $100 less!"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man took the wine glass and drank it down his neck, wiping the corners of his mouth and smiling.

"This cup will be charged to my account!"

----

Texas.

Northwest of Houston, on a wilderness road on the eastern outskirts of the small city of Hempstead.

After David got out of the car, he looked at the flat and straight two-lane road in front of him and asked Walker Pushk, the eldest son of Senator Pushk.

"We're closing the road here, is that okay?"

"fine!"

Walker confidently pointed to the end of the path in the distance and said with a smile: "This road only leads to one place, my friend's farm."

"The whole family went on vacation recently, and there are only a few workers working and staying on the farm."

"So I already said hello last night and asked them to help hang colorful flags on both sides of the road about 500 meters in front of the farm gate in advance to prevent us from rushing in too fast."

"Also~ I have notified Lilith and Laura, they will be here shortly."

"OK!" David gave Walker a thumbs up and smiled.

"You are all knights chasing the wind!"

"I'm just a spectator who likes to join in the fun, and I came here specially to cheer you on..."

"Um..." Walker glanced at the motorcade behind him, pulled David to a piece of grass beside the road, and stared at Odis Parker, who was chatting and laughing with Old Cui En and his daughter.

And Leslie and Livlin, who were directing several people to write down the motorcycle, whispered.

"I know it seems very abrupt to bring my sister Ada here today."

"But I have no better way..."

David turned his head and glanced at the "socially afraid girl" Ada who was sitting in the car with a wary face. He motioned for Walker to take a few steps further away and asked.

"Let's go over there~"

"what do you want to do?"

Walker glanced at his younger brothers Jeb and Marvin, and whispered apologetically: "I want to ask your help to try to make Ada relax."

"But I'm not a professional psychiatrist, and I have no experience in this field..." David felt speechless at Walker's request.

Of course Walker knew that this kind of thing might cause misunderstandings, so he said quickly.

"Do you know the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?"

"Know something..." David actually went to the cinema with his ex-girlfriend Toby to watch the movie "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" which won five Oscars in 76.

Walker pulled David and sat directly on the grass, looked at the busy people in the distance, and explained in a low voice.

"Ever since we found out that Ada had... mental problems, we took her to almost all the psychiatric hospitals across the United States~"

"But professors who have made many achievements in the field of psychiatry all say that Ada's condition is not completely a mental illness, let alone a congenital autism or other illness, but a stress disorder. Mental disorder, very similar to traumatic stress disorder - PTSD, which has been widely circulated in recent years."

"PTSD?" David repeated the word, pulled out a few withered yellow weeds from the ground, and nodded.

"The security company under my name is all soldiers who suffered from PTSD after returning from the Vietnam War."

"So I went out of my way to find someone to get this information."

"I know." Walker nodded calmly and pulled out a few withered weeds.

"Ada's situation is a very typical case of excessive alertness + a state of nervous tension all the time."

"After the movie "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" won the award, there was a wave of closures of mental hospitals and prosecutions of psychiatrists across the United States."

"Many doctors or professors who have done psychological diagnosis and treatment for Ada are entangled in various lawsuits and have no time to help her anymore."

"We were forced to have no choice but to give her a lower dose of chlorpromazine in the past six months to allow her to sleep peacefully for a few hours at night."

David looked down at the weeds in his hands and continued to listen in silence.

Walker held a few withered yellow weeds tightly in his hand and said with strong reluctance in his voice.

"Last year, we also took Ada to visit the psychology professor who treated Patty Hearst for PTSD."

"He said Patty and Ada's symptoms were completely different."

"After Patty Hearst was kidnapped, she was subjected to very severe physical and psychological stimulation, which led to the onset of the disease. She regarded herself as a member of the robbers and developed a strong identity towards them. A sense of identity.”

"And Ada suffered a strong psychological shock, which made her full of vigilance and vigilance to the outside world. Han was afraid of being physically harmed... so that she was always in infinite fear and unable to extricate herself..."

"The drug chlorpromazine we gave her could only temporarily relieve her anxiety and fear, but could not completely improve her condition~"

"Six months ago, when we informed another psychology professor in London about these situations, he told us..."

"He has also come into contact with some patients with similar symptoms to Ada."

"But he has no better way to help Ada and completely get rid of the fear in her heart."

"But~"

"He said that if someone could try to gain her trust, even unreserved and complete trust, he might be able to help her gradually return to a normal life."

David grinned feeling very bad, pointed at his nose and asked: "You want me to help her? To gain her trust?"

"..Yes!"

"We want you to try it!"

Walker nodded very seriously, raised his hand to stop David who wanted to refuse, and whispered sincerely.

"We, brothers, sisters and parents, don't want Ada to live in fear like this."

"She's just sick! She never meant to hurt anyone!"

"The psychology professors we have met all said... If Ada continues like this, she will most likely hurt herself to relieve, numb, and distract her inner fear..."

Walker looked at David who lowered his head and said nothing, and said in a more serious tone: "David!"

"After Ada became ill, you were the first person who made her not feel visibly in danger or uneasy!"

"We have asked Ada many times about the specific reasons..."

"But she doesn't know why. She just feels that after meeting you and listening to you talking and chatting, she has some trust in you!"

"so!!"

"No matter what the outcome is, no matter what requests or conditions you put forward, we want to ask you to give it a try."

"Even just talking to her and letting her feel safe or calm for a moment."

"I agree to any condition you have!"

"..." David felt speechless at Walker's continuous "forcible" requests, but he did not feel any strong feelings of rejection or disgust in his heart.

Seeing that he did not refuse immediately, Walker nodded with shining eyes, slowly let go of the withered grass in his hand, and said with a sigh of relief.

"At home, Ada showed no obvious guard against my wife Laura, but almost all of us, my brothers and sisters, were on guard as if we were people who could harm her at any time."

"Even my parents and I couldn't fully get close to her or gain her trust..."

Walker stood up from the ground, stretched out his right hand to David and said with a smile: "If my wife Laura hadn't told her today that you were coming too, she would never have followed us here half-heartedly."

"Haha~" David's smile was a little weird. He took Walker's hand and stood up. His eyes glanced at Odis Parker and Old Cui En, whom Walker had specifically seen just now.

Then, he saw Ada looking around in the car like a deer who was always vigilant, holding a hockey stick tightly in her hand~

"I can't make any guarantees to you."

"Ok!"

"I'll go over and talk to her first. None of you can come over and disturb us, okay?"

"...Okay!" Walker hesitated for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

"Okay~" David smiled and shrugged, took out a coin from his pocket and handed it to Walker.

"If I can get her done before noon, I will take her to my mentor, Professor Bartley, to play in the afternoon~"

"Um..." Walker looked at the pen in his hand, not quite understanding what he meant.

"I'm going!"

David deliberately tidied up his "appearance" and walked towards Ada with square steps. Various coping methods kept flashing through his mind. In the end, he didn't decide whether to use his best method to "flirt up" first or to test it directly with her. Check out other "big moves"!