Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Manhattan.

66th Street, FBI headquarters in New York.

Harold Stone hid in his office worried.

Next Monday, the court will hear a case in which he and his ex-wife compete for child custody. .

But he temporarily lost interest in this long-awaited good thing ~

Because that bastard Odis Parker actually told him. .The newlywed wife, Herris Schultz, was an accomplice to the murder. .

. . .

last night.

While there was a lively party going on at the Wildfire Bar, Odis Parker, under Harold Stone's constant questioning, told the story of Brotney Mejia and Hellis Schultz, and their experiences in those years. Those things ~

To put it simply, both of them went through a series of very strict and cruel elimination training in Europe, and were recruited into the core member list of a secretive commercial espionage organization called "Red Sparrow".

After that, in just a few years, the two of them completed the intelligence acquisition task that was rated as "difficult" by the "Red Sparrow" by changing different identities, and successfully promoted to the "ace" within the organization. .

Regarding the outstanding performance of the two of them, the "Cardinals" organization will certainly not let the "cash cow" run away easily. .

Therefore, the executives of the "Red Bird" organization began to use a lot of control methods on the two of them ~

These means include, but are not limited to: strictly controlling the bank accounts and identity information of the two people, monitoring their communications and calls with family, friends, and children, and formulating multiple emergency plans to prevent the two people from quietly taking their families with them. disappear. .

. . .

in the office.

Harold Stone lit a cigarette for himself, bit the filter firmly, took a few puffs, and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

At the door, his right-hand man, Torres Bradman, knocked on the door and walked in.

"It's time for us... It's time to go to the airport, boss!"

"...Hmm!" Harold Stone responded, but his body did not move at all.

Torres, who once studied micro-expressions with the famous domestic psychology professor Paul Ekman, easily discovered something was wrong with his boss~

He slowly closed the office door, quickly guessed in his mind for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile, and muttered.

"It's so tiring to guess what people are thinking!"

----

new York.

The Queen.

A small convoy of several cars parked neatly on the street.

Today's "tour guide" Polly Sidrich took a leave of absence from the company and led all the members of the "Women's Gang" to visit what she said was the "real teacher Tony" who has the best aesthetics and skills in the New York hairdressing industry. . .

In the hair salon.

David, Black Mike, and second brother Ravis, each holding a "magazine of beautiful women that men will never take away their eyes from" in their hands, were sitting in the family waiting area very well and quietly, seriously. Studying and discussing~

As for why David had to follow. .

That's because Polly said: "Your hairstyle needs to be cut in advance and determined. After a week of natural growth, it will look more natural + more handsome."

Emm. .

Could be a little more handsome. .Who wouldn't want to?

David felt that Polly was right!

hehe~

. . .

"Wow~Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"Hey~Lavis, look at this one..."

"These legs, this posture..."

"Hehe~"

The second brother, Lavis, looked at the "Playboy" that David was looking at and actually showed a "Brother Pig" look. He laughed dryly with disdain and said, "The copy in your hand was from a few years ago." It’s over!”

"Look at my book, it was published in July this year~"

"Look at these two long legs... look at this again..."

"Hey hey hey~"

"Your book is good! Let's change it, shall we?"

"roll!"

"You just picked it yourself, and now you want to steal it from me?"

"No!"

"..Tch~ stingy!"

David muttered and opened the "Playboy" in his hand again, but his eyes drifted to the magazine in Black Mike's hand on the other side.

"...What is this book you are reading?"

"Why are you still hiding it and looking at it?"

Black Mike tilted his head and glanced at David, smiled, and handed a full-page color illustration from the magazine to David.

"whatFXXX!"

"What the hell is this?!"

David glanced at the pictures quickly, and suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and complained. .

Black Mike bared his big white teeth and said with a smile: "This is the new "Playgirl" that came out a few years ago. Haven't you seen it?"

"Why am I looking at this?"

"I don't like men..."

David glanced at the colorful illustration again with disgust on his face. The man looked very masculine, but he was still showing off. . The male model in the "Sleeping Beauty" pose, and the look on his face that made people look "hateful + pitiful" made me take a deep breath. .

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh~"

"I feel...my whole body is not well!"

"I'm definitely going to have nightmares tonight!"

"Hahaha~"

Black Mike and Ravis laughed out loud at David's "stressful" performance as a steely straight man.

. . .

While the three were having a "heated discussion" on the magazines in their hands, Polly walked up to the three with her coat on her arm and asked.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Um...it's nothing~"

David blinked a few times quickly and quickly hid the copy of "Playgirl" in Black Mike's hand under his butt. .

Black Mike and his second brother, Ravis, both bared their white teeth and smiled mischievously, leaning to both sides, ready to watch the show~

Polly crossed her arms across her chest, glanced down at the "Playboy" magazine in David's hand, and asked with a smile: "What are you hiding?"

"Why..?"

Only then did David react. He held up the "Playboy" magazine and said with a smile, "Nothing~just a few broken magazines..."

"Oh?"

Polly's smile looked even more "dangerous" and she raised her eyebrows. She snatched the magazine and asked, "Aren't there enough women in the family?"

"You still need to see this?"

"Hehe~"

David's face turned red and he scratched his head. He stood up and hugged Polly. He whispered: "You know, I have never seen this kind of magazine since I was a child..."

"In my bedroom, except for a few female celebrity posters that guy Tim gave me... I haven't seen these..."

"So, when these two bastards gave me the magazine just now, I was... shocked!"

"Hehe~"

Polly held back her laughter and threw the coat in her hand to Black Mike: "Hey~ did you hear that?"

"He sold both of you~"

"..."

Black Mike and his second brother, Ravis, laughed apologetically, tilted their heads and looked to the side, and said nothing. .

"Ok~ No more joking."

"Your barber is waiting for you!"

"Let's go there~"

"Okay, okay! Let's go~"

David glared at the two unjust assholes several times, put his arm around Polly's shoulders, and walked up to the second floor~

The second brother, Lavis, covered his mouth with his hand, glanced at the coat in Black Mike's hand, and whispered.

"fxxx!"

"Polly, why is she... so scary?"

"I've never seen this before..."

"Hehe~"

Black Mike lowered his head and put away his coat, picked up the "Playgirl" magazine again, and said with a smile: "A woman like Polly who is willing to bring her boyfriend's girlfriends and fiancée to have their hair done together..."

"You and I can't handle it in this life + the next life!"

"Tsk~tsk~" The second brother, Lavis, nodded in agreement.

"David is really awesome in this regard!"

"Hahahaha~"

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

Madonna Sigourney and Zina Olivia, in Milanla Webster's apartment, helped her pack all the gifts and luggage she would take back home for the holidays.

When the two of them weren't paying attention, Miranella "transformed" several small gift boxes out of nowhere, handed them to Zina and Madonna respectively, and said with a smile.

"This is my Christmas gift to you, I hope you don't dislike it..."

Zina looked down at the small box in her hand and teased playfully: "You only give us... gifts?"

"No...and~"

Miranla pointed to the bedroom and smiled: "There is also a cardboard box in my room, which contains the gifts I prepared for everyone."

"They have names on them, can you help me give them to everyone?"

"You... don't send it yourself?"

"No~"

Miranla raised her hand to pull the long hair around her ears, held Madonna and Xina in her arms with a very sincere smile, and whispered.

"Meeting you...is the greatest luck in my life!"

"Thank you!"

"Hehe~"

Madonna put the gift box in her hand next to her, stepped forward to hug Miranla, and said in her ear: "I am your sister!"

"I am also lucky to have you with me..."

"So, stop saying thank you~ okay?"

"Hmm~"

Zina looked at the "two sisters" hugging each other, and the very contradictory emotions in her heart emerged again~

. . .

After more than 20 minutes.

On the street in front of Wildfire Bar.

Zina watched Miranla get into the car, walked to the driver's seat and bent down, and told the driver Mike Bai: "This time I will send Milanla to Minnesota... You must pay attention to safety on the road!"

"It takes more than three hours to fly to Minneapolis."

"Then you can rent a car and go to Tracy..."

"ok~"

Mike Bai patiently listened to Zina's "nagging", glanced at Miranla in the rearview mirror, who was biting her lips and not crying, and smiled.

"David and Susan have all told me~"

"Polly also helped us contact our old friends over there~"

"As soon as we get off the plane, there will be someone there to act as a driver and guide for us, ensuring that Miranla is safely sent home for the holidays~"

"Do not worry!"

"..Um!"

After listening to this, Zina felt much more at ease~

She took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket and forced it to Bai Mike. She nodded to Mengo, the steel-toothed dog sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Miranla from Bai Mike's shoulder, and said.

"When you get home, remember to call us to say you're safe!"

"We... see you next year!"

"OK.."

"Merry Christmas~Happy New Year~Zina!"

"...You too~"

"Let's go~"

Zina patted the roof of the car twice with her hand, and stood on the side of the street with Madonna, little Zach, Old Rhett, Heywood and others, watching the car slowly disappear around the corner.

At the entrance to the stairs.

Erica rushed out with a small bag in her hand, and saw that the car on the street had disappeared. .Very discouraged, I breathed a sigh of relief~

"The gift I prepared for Miranla's family... I haven't given it to her yet..."

"Hahahaha~"

"How can we shout when you are told to sleep? How can we not wake you up even if we shout?"

"Tch~ That's because the method you used is wrong!"

"Then tell me, what method should be used?"

Erica glanced at the little Zach who was smiling and asking questions, and rolled her eyes angrily: "Next time, if you use your duck voice again, make noise in my ears..."

"I'll destroy you!"

"Wow~ wow~" little Zach quickly raised his hands to express that he would never dare again. .

"Hahahaha~"

Everyone laughed at little Zach's "coward" behavior~

. . .

street.

When everyone was chatting and laughing for a while and were about to disperse, the housekeeper Acklade walked out of the stairwell and smiled at everyone.

"The maid I contacted will be here soon."

"How about we start holiday cleaning today...?"

"Uh... ok!" Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Old Rhett took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, held them up and said to Ackleide: "Giovanni went to the training base. His wife Jin Ji, mother and children should be back from tomorrow~ "

"So she gave me the key to her house..."

"Do you need it?"

"Okay, thank you!" Butler Aclade accepted the door key and nodded to Old Rhett.

"I'll keep it safe!"

"Haha~" Old Rhett smiled and shrugged, turning to his old buddy Heywood and teasing.

"Hey~ your doghouse is about to be let in soon!"

"Why don't you go back quickly and clean up the underwear left behind by those women, so as not to make a joke?"

"..."

"Hahaha~"

Amid the laughter of everyone, Heywood curled his lips at Old Rhett and gestured with his middle finger. .

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

The person in charge, Lawrence, sat behind his desk, scratching his head and asking several people.

"Tell me...who should I send to Italy with Oliver Sipple?"

"It's been so long, can't you think of a better candidate?"

"Hehe~"

Cohen, Jackal, Rambo, Old Trion, and Old Demaise Old, are all meaningful. .Laughed ~

Old Cui En took out cigarettes from his pocket again, lit one, and said, "There are so many women in the world..."

"Why does he like men...?"

"Could it be that... the contest between gun and robbery is just that... attracting him??"

"..fxxx!"

"Hahahahaha~"

Several people laughed strangely at Old Cui En's sudden "soul torture".

Old Ode, who was sitting next to Old Cui En, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "The world is so big... What kind of people don't exist?"

"However, I can't understand...what fun is there~"

"Hahahaha~"

The jackal covered his face with his hands, wishing he could laugh so hard that he would slide from his chair to the ground. .

John Rambo squinted his big eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely a few times, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked like he was on "high alert." .

Cohen laughed and looked at Lawrence, finally holding back. .Then he said: "I agree with David's decision..."

"If he is not sent away as soon as possible... those tabloid reporters will follow the clues and we will become famous across the country along with him..."

"You may even become a laughing stock fabricated by the unscrupulous media..."

"Forehead..."

The few people who were laughing just now suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Lawrence seriously. .

Lawrence's smile was filled with bitterness and a lot of helplessness. He spread his hands and asked, "I went to find David because of this matter...why?"

"To tell you the truth, I made the decision to let Siple leave after a whole night of preparation~"

"But after I met David and talked about this matter..."

"I'm so ashamed!!"

Lawrence sighed, stood up and whispered with a calm face: "Oliver Siple! He responded to the government's call a few years ago and, like us, went to the battlefield in Vietnam!"

"Sipple, as a qualified soldier... he fulfilled his obligations and responsibilities as an American citizen on the battlefield!"

"He survived a hail of bullets!"

"In 75, after retiring from the military, Sipple encountered President Ford's assassination in San Francisco."

"He stepped forward once again and saved President Ford's life from the female assassin's gun..."

"Then?"

"What did he get?"

"A letter of thanks from President Ford..."

"And... endless coverage by the media!"

"He became a hero in the United States, and he also became an alien that people criticized with words and words!"

Lawrence took a deep breath, tried to suppress the heat in his chest, and said in a lower voice.

"Which of the soldiers outside this office would want to die at the gunpoint of his own gun?"

"They and I...we are all participants and victims of that war!"

"So, if we can't tolerate...comrades who went to the battlefield together and returned together..."

"Where else in the world can there be room for Oliver Siple!?"

"No!!!"

Lawrence fell into his chair like a deflated rubber ball, his eyes wandering through the blue smoke, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I feel ashamed... It's not because I don't understand these principles, nor is it because I can't think of a better solution..."

"But... David!"

"When he made this decision, he hardly hesitated, let alone too much nonsense."

"He...never thought of giving up Sipur..."

"He also specifically asked me to find a friend who can get along well with Siple to accompany him to Italy and keep an eye on his safety."

"me.."

Lawrence, I'm speechless~

Several people in the office fell into silence.

They have all heard and seen what the soldiers in the training base went through. .Unfortunate encounter~

Like Oliver Sipple, they all chose to stand up and fight for their country, but suffered countless unfair comments after returning home. .

When the Vietnam War was lost, should these soldiers who obeyed orders be blamed?

no!

Edward B. Tryon bit his back molars several times to calm down the pain in his chest. .My son came back from the Vietnam War. Unable to bear the mental torture of the people around him, he chose to commit suicide out of anger. .

Son, that’s right!

only. .Not willing to give in!

For his son, he killed those vicious bastards who were "quick with words", and that's even more true!

. . .

Outside the office.

The three soldiers silently looked at Oliver Siple standing at the door, looked at each other, and slowly lowered their heads. .

The houses here are not soundproof~

Those conversations inside can be clearly heard by people outside as long as they get closer.

However, what few people expected was this. .Lawrence’s “shameful” self-narration. .

"Whoo~"

Oliver Siple, who was wearing a training uniform, slowly puffed up his chest, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, shouting: "Report!"

"..."

The three soldiers behind him also slowly raised their heads, straightened their bodies, put their legs together, took a very standard military posture, and shouted loudly: "Report!"

"..."

Sipur, didn’t say anything~

But in his eyes. .

----

Manhattan.

Near noon.

42nd Street, above Wildfire Bar.

David wore a hairstyle that looked like it had been licked by a cow and walked into the house with a depressed expression.

Chasida, the maid who had prepared lunch for him, stood at the door of the kitchen and asked with her big eyes flashing, holding back a smile.

"Sir, your father is here!"

"Oh?"

"dad!?"

After hearing Chasida's reminder, David turned around and saw old David who had been waiting for a long time in the living room.

Old David put down the newspaper casually, stood up and looked at his son who was walking towards him. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "Is this the hairstyle you spent all morning to get?"

"Hey~ don't mention it!"

David looked like he was about to cry, sat down with his father David Sr., and complained: "I finally know why you never accompany your mother to get her hair done..."

"Hahahahaha~"

Old David looked at the bitter look on his son's face and smiled happily~

He sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said earnestly: "You must remember!"

"Women, it's not just in the salon that makes you unbearable~"

"and also.."

"Stop! Dad!"

David quickly raised his hands and smiled bitterly at Old David: "Don't talk about this today... I have a headache!"

"Let's have a nice chat some other time... okay?"

"Hahaha~ OK!"

Old David nodded with deep sympathy, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to his son.

"That's why I came here today."

"..??"

David took the paper, looked down at it a few times, and his eyes widened in surprise: "This is...??"

"Hmm! That's right!"

"I asked the owner of the gun shop in the town, Old Wesson's girlfriend Xide, to go to the Flint Library of Princeton University to look up some historical information, plus the family history that your grandmother told me, and then I roughly smoothed it out. It’s clear...the origin of our Coleman surname~”

"Coleman, this surname first appeared in ancient Ireland, and its meaning is: dove."

"However, after the Napoleonic period, another Old English interpretation of Coleman appeared: charcoal burner or coal miner, coal + man, coal + man."

"Later, Side told me that in the library, there is an explanation of the occupational name of Coleman: Servant of Cole, servant of amannamed cole."

Old David looked at his son's stunned look and couldn't help laughing: "So, our ancestors are not... Italians~"

"We should be considered more...English or Irish~"

"Forehead.."

"What's the difference?" David asked, still a little dumbfounded.

"Haha~ Of course!"

Old David put away his smile and said seriously: "I have experienced that era!"

"So, I know better than you the discrimination and disdain that New Yorkers have towards Italians..."

"Cough cough cough~ Wait!"

David slapped his forehead with his hand and coughed several times before thinking about his father, old David, and said with a wry smile.

"Sorry, Dad!"

"Thank you!"

"But you misunderstood!"

"No one really cares whether I am Italian or not~"

"..oh?"

This time it was Old David's turn to have a question mark appear on his forehead. .

He frowned and said: "The reason why I was not absorbed into the core members of the Sidrich family is because I am not really a native Sicilian."

"What do you mean no one cares?"

David pursed his lips and thought for a while, feeling that he should explain it more clearly to his father, so he carefully folded the paper in his hand, put it into his inner pocket, and said with a smile.

"father!"

"More than ten years ago, Wall Street admitted the No. 1 female trader with an independent trading seat, her name was Muriel Hibbert."

"Also more than ten years ago, Wall Street accepted the No. 1 Jew as a trader with an independent trading seat."

"So, what people on Wall Street never see in their eyes is..."

"In their eyes, there is only profit!"

"Whoever can make money for them is... a friend!"

"As long as I can maintain a successful attitude, I can control more wealth and resources~"

“Does wealth and resources have a nationality?”

"Have!"

"But...where's the money?"

"Does it also have a nationality?"

"uncertain!"

"In our current era, the international banking system and currency settlement system are already very developed~"

“Money, after reaching a certain quantitative level, is called capital.”

"Capital, does it have a nationality?!"

"no!"

David rested his elbows on his knees, looked directly into his father's eyes, and smiled: "As long as I have enough capital and resources..."

"People will only see that these capitals and resources...their last name is: Coleman!"

"No one cares whether I'm Italian, British or Irish..."

"Hush~huh~"

After listening to his son's explanation, Old David took two deep breaths and said with a relaxed smile:

"Understood!"

"But you also want..."

"Yes, Dad!"

"I understand in my heart!"

"..Um!"

Old David wiped the beard around his lips with his hand twice and asked with a smile: "Is there anything else we can help you with?"

"Yes, I have!"

David raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Take good care of your body + enjoy the wonderful things in life~"

"Mom has always said... I want to see the coconut trees on the beach~"

"In a few days, I will take you to Hawaii for vacation!"

"..Um!"

Old David looked into his son's eyes, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness and pride in his heart. .