Manhattan Reborn 1978

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

Evening~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

A burst of intermittent piano sound came from the semi-basement window.

David stood in front of the door, facing the afterglow of the sunset, and smiled and nodded to Zina and Mr. Gardener, who were rushing back from the airport again.

Brotney Mejia and Herris Schulz, who flew from New York, followed Zina and Mr. Gardener, walked side by side to David, and looked at him quietly.

David looked at them seriously and said with a smile: "Welcome to Hawaii!"

"I want to make sure first that there is no grudge between us...right?"

"...Yes!" Brotney Mecia nodded with a smile.

"ok~"

"Elena is in the basement, let's go there together~"

"Gardener, come too!"

"Okay!" The gardener glanced at Zina, who was hesitant to speak, and silently followed David and the others.

. . .

In the spacious semi-basement.

The golden-red sunlight shines in from the window, coating everything here with a layer of golden light~

The patina on the armrests of a set of single wooden cloth seats makes it seem to be telling a certain story silently under the golden light~

Next to the old upright piano, Elena, wearing a lavender dress, lowered her head and gently stroked the smooth keys, listening to the footsteps coming from the stairwell.

in a few minutes.

Mr. Gardener stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching silently as David arranged for Mecia and Schulz to sit down, then walked to Elena's side and held the piano, listening to what he said.

"First of all, I want to thank you for your trust in me!"

"The obsessions in many people's hearts are shaped by countless painful experiences that have made people gradually become indifferent."

"I also know a little about the grudges and hatreds between the three of you~"

"I am standing here to say this. I have no intention of judging your past. I just want to tell some harsh truths very frankly."

"Red Sparrow...? Haha~"

"The three of you are not good people according to the public's conventional perception."

"Even in your hearts, you never agree that you are a bad person in the traditional sense~"

"But those who become victims because you want to complete your mission don't think so..."

When David said this, he looked at Harris Schultz and said in a deeper voice.

"Good and evil, right and wrong, in your eyes, they must be different, right?"

"That's right!"

"In my eyes, they are also a different... different scene!"

"I never think that the good person everyone praises must be the good person in my opinion!"

"A bad person that everyone despises, is he/she really a bad person?"

"Hehe~"

"These words to deceive children are such nonsense!"

David's hand on the piano clenched into a fist.

He tilted his head, looked at Elena, and said: "I have said too much... what I want to say~"

"The gardener will bring dinner to you three."

"Butler Acklade will arrange a room for you to rest."

"Tomorrow morning, I will arrange two small boats for you at the dock."

"What do you want to choose? Make your decision tonight!"

After David finished speaking, he turned to look at Mecia and Schultz again, walked to the gardener, and whispered.

"They leave it to you!"

"ok~"

"Thank you!"

"Haha~ You're welcome."

. . .

After David said some "weird words", he staggered away.

The gardener, who had seen too many similar scenes, walked to a place where the sunset could be illuminated, sat directly on the ground against the wall, and quietly enjoyed its warmth. .

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Two 10 minutes later.

Brotney Mecia turned to look at the gardener and asked: "Are you... so obedient?"

"You understand... as being obedient?"

"Hehe~"

Mr. Gardener put one hand on his curled-up knees, squinted his eyes against the sunset, and said with a smile: "David always likes to express his thoughts by telling stories to others~"

"Since the three of you have nothing to say, let me tell you a story?"

"..." Mecia, Schultz and Elena all looked at him quietly without answering.

Mr. Gardener pondered for a few seconds and said with a tired voice.

"Once upon a time, there was a circus that made a lot of money because of a clever and talking parrot~"

"This parrot has been kept in his room by the owner of the circus since he was a child. He has almost never seen the outside world."

"So one night, when the circus owner was drunk, he quietly left the room, found the wisest elephant in the circus, and expressed his thoughts."

"After listening to this, the old elephant asked: Would you rather give up your current carefree life and go see the outside world?"

"The parrot obviously did not agree with the elephant's statement and retorted: I always have a strong curiosity and the urge to fly out and have a try..."

"Since we have to go out and have a look sooner or later, why not now?"

"The elephant gently stroked the parrot's head with its trunk, sighed and said: Then go ahead and be like your parents!"

"But you must be careful, and be more careful!"

"Don't let humans catch you again..."

"The parrot waved its wings very happily and shouted: No, don't worry!"

"goodbye!"

"The elephant nodded silently, looking at the parrot flying happily in the sky, and then remembered..."

"The parrot did not leave itself an offspring like its parents~"

. . .

The story of the gardener is over.

Schultz turned sideways and looked at the gardener for a long time before asking, "Can we go for a walk?"

"...Sorry, I can't!"

"Tomorrow~ you will be free!"

"..." Schulz seemed to understand something instantly, looked at Mecia with a smile on his face, and said.

"I'm hungry, how about you?"

"..Me too!"

"Can you get us some dinner?"

“Better have another glass of wine!”

"..OK!"

----

new York.

It was approaching midnight.

Manhattan, 65th Street east of Central Park.

In a car parked on the street.

Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York branch, sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and threw out the cigarette butt in his hand.

Ezra Cremo, the head of the CIA's New York branch, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to the lights in the car, read the documents in his hand, and asked with a frown.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Get these people back to New York!"

"...Bring it back?" Ezra Cremo guessed what Mr. Stone was thinking and said with a wry smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"This won't do you any good!"

"Benefits? Haha~"

"I'm... the law enforcer!"

"..ok! ok~"

Claymo put the documents in his hand back into the bag and threw them to Mr. Stone.

"Since you have decided...I can help you with this!"

"But as a friend, I still want to remind you."

"In this kind of case, you might end up..."

"Huh~ I know!" Mr. Stone waved his hand vigorously, threw the document bag in the back row, and said after hesitating for a few seconds.

"I'm going to Hawaii!"

"Can you help me?"

"..Now?"

"Correct!"

"..." Claymore took out the cigarette from his pocket, took the lighter and lit it, exhaling a cloud of smoke and said quietly.

"Hawaii is also a territory of the United States~"

"You want to go...at any time, right?"

Mr. Stone silently took the cigarette from Claymore's hand and stared at him closely. .

Claymo curled his lips as he felt some toothache and asked: "Is it for...your wife Helis?"

"..Um!"

"Are you serious?"

"..."

"You want to check her whereabouts, isn't it difficult?"

"Why didn't you go to the airport to stop her before she left?"

"..."

"Tsk~"

"Man, how about I go have a drink with you and calm down...?"

"No! I'm calm!"

"...Haha~" Claymore was speechless.

He shrugged at Mr. Stone, who looked extremely serious, and spread his hands: "I can help you contact...a private jet~"

"Departing from New York at midnight, if you include the time difference, you can see her in Honolulu tomorrow morning."

"But man, I don't think she's coming back with you..."

"You are just wishful thinking...go crazy!"

"..." Mr. Stone seemed to have not heard the next few words. .

He stared at Claymore and asked, "Are we going to the airport now?!"

"I.."

"you.."

"What the hell..." Claymore felt like he was completely defeated~

He rubbed his hair vigorously, gritted his teeth, and sighed: "Okay~ let's go to the airport first and try our luck."

"If God is helping you... I have nothing to say~"

"...Thank you!" Mr. Stone grabbed Claymore's arm and said lowly and forcefully.

Claymore lit a cigarette for himself again, leaned back in his seat, pointed forward and said.

"Let's go~ What are you waiting for?"

"...Okay!" Mr. Stone started the car and drove it quickly towards JFK International Airport.

----

Manhattan, 33th Street.

In a bar with no plaque hanging.

Mike Bai, who had been "chic" for many days, opened the door and walked into the bar. He immediately saw Rosenlow sitting in front of the bar, walked up and asked with a smile.

"Hey~ can you buy me a drink?"

"...Give him a drink." Rosenlow tilted his head and waved to the bartender, glanced at the smiling Mike Bai, and remained silent.

Mike Bai had known Rosenlow's character for a long time, so he grabbed the bottle from the bartender without a care, poured himself more than half a glass of wine, added two more ice cubes, and asked with a smile.

"Am I here to play?"

"No! You shouldn't have come."

"Oh.."

Mike Bai took a sip of his drink, looked at the man next to Rosenlow, and asked, "Hey, man, what's your name?"

"..." The man seemed not to have heard, still lowering his head.

Rosenluo turned around and looked at Mike Bai quietly, seeming to be thinking about something. .

Mike Bai was not in a hurry, quietly drinking wine and waiting.

"His name is Marat."

"..oh?"

"It's the one Yuri said... Marat what the fuck??"

"Correct!"

Mike Bai raised his neck and drank the drink, pulled out a pistol from his waist, slapped it on the bar, and said with a smile.

"Can you give in? So that I don't get blood all over you."

"...No!" Rosenlow stretched out his hand and pressed it on the gun, looked at Mike Bai calmly, and said a long sentence "rarely".

"Lawrence, the head of the security company, will leave New York tomorrow morning. Go back and tell Black Mike to keep an eye on Cohen so he doesn't cause any trouble."

"...Trouble??" Mike Bai glanced at the pistol on the bar, then looked past Rosenlow, stared at Marat for a while, and nodded slowly.

"Good~"

"But I have to give David an explanation on this matter."

"Rudy and Malkin Sr. both said that he is my boss now!"

"Should you explain it to him? Or should you tell me now?"

"...Let me tell you!"

"Ok!"

Mike Bai retracted his pistol simply, took out some change from his pocket and threw it on the bar, smiling.

"That boy Yuri and Giovanni are still waiting for me outside~"

"Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a drink of Black Isle whiskey! Marat!"

"..."

. . .

Mike Bai, gone.

In Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, Marat, the strategist of the Bear Nation immigrant gang, frowned and looked at Rosenlow and asked tentatively.

"he..?"

"fine!"

"We continue."

"...Okay~"

Rosenlow's extremely simple answer made Marat's heart beat like a drum. .

----

On the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii.

night~

398 Corudilla Avenue, Honolulu Island.

On the front lawn.

David casually opened the annoying mosquitoes in his ears, motioned to the approaching gardener, asked him to sit down, and asked.

"How are they...?"

“Not bad~”

"..oh!"

David lay down in the beach chair, looked at the few clouds in the sky that blocked the moonlight, and asked in a low voice.

"Like them...have you seen many?"

"Yes, a lot~"

"Where are they?"

"Still active...?"

"No!"

There was an inexplicable smile on Mr. Gardener's lips. He followed David's example and lay down on the beach chair, looking at the faint starry sky.

"Most of them are found in the Thames, Danube, Rhine, and Elbe rivers."

"A cardinal is also a bird~ Birds can't swim..."

David felt as if a big stone was being pressed on his chest. He sat up straight, took several hard breaths, then glanced at the gardener with a wry smile and said.

"I'm still too naive...right?"

"Hehe~"

"I hope everyone can think of you the same way..." The gardener's "comfort" did not make David feel better.

He stood up and did a few chest-expanding exercises and raised his head in the starry sky, hoping to find familiar constellations. .

The gardener also slowly sat up, looked down at the wine bottle at David's feet, and said.

"The cardinal is just a type of bird..."

"There are many unknown birds, and similar stories are being staged every day~"

"You and I can't do anything, and we can't change anything..."

"I understand!" David waved his hands in frustration and whispered.

"I can't see it... and I can't control it!"

"Oh?"

The gardener stood up, pretending to be surprised, and asked with a smile: "Have you changed your mind?"

"..No!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"I..." David held it in with a strange expression for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it~"

"No matter what the result is tomorrow, I have a clear conscience!"

"How about I... tell them a few more stories?"

"tell a story?"

"That's right~ What you like most...isn't it just telling stories?"

"...ok~ you go."

"hope.."

"Hehe~"

The gardener waved his hand to David and said something strange with a sigh: "No matter how smart it is, it will still be caught!"

"...what?"

"Okay~ I'm going!"

"Do you mind if I go down with two bottles of wine?"

David blinked in confusion, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to get them all drunk?"

"Hahaha~"

The gardener laughed exaggeratedly and shook his head: "Anyone of the three of them could drink me to death... I'm not that unreasonable!"

"You...@#%..." David murmured without knowing what he said amidst the gardener's laughter. .

----

Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

Michelle Pfeiffer stood by the window of her bedroom, stretched out her hands outside the window, and watched quietly as a mosquito landed on her arm, and then flew away "leisurely" after a "feast". .

outside the bedroom.

Michelle's agent said into the microphone.

"Hello~Roland Perkins from CAA, is he at your place?"

"what?"

"Oh.."

"Thanks, buddy!"

"Uh... no, I'm not in Los Angeles..."

"Okay, I'll hang up now~"

"When I get back, I'll treat you to a drink."

The agent hung up the phone, walked around in circles a few times in a very irritable mood, then picked up the phone and dialed again.

----

Waikiki beach.

In a small outdoor bar on the street.

Bill Gutherland put a few pieces of change under the wine glass, waved to Walid, and left with a smile.

Young Walid, watching his leaving figure, was filled with various emotions in his heart ~

----

Walai Commercial Street not far from Waikiki Beach.

David Romano stood by a public phone booth, frowned and said a few words before hanging up.

The situation in Italy has far exceeded his previous worst estimates.

What started out as an internal fight within the 'Ndrangheta seems to be turning into... .A big reshuffle among the major gangs!

However, these are not issues that require special concern for Romano in Hawaii.

He is more focused. .Will overseas gangs from Sicily also want to take advantage of the opportunity to get involved?After making the situation even more chaotic, then divide a big cake?

Sidric? !

What will old Malkin do after learning this news?Do you have such thoughts?

Romano felt that he should go see him immediately!