Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

night~

Malkin Sr.'s home in Queens.

Francisco Barone, a gang leader in Brooklyn, took out a finely crafted metal business card box from his pocket and threw it on the table, whispering.

"Are you going to hide in Hawaii again?"

"Hehe~"

Old Malkin tilted his head and glanced at Ludy who ran to the restaurant voluntarily. He picked up the business card box and opened it. He looked at the shining gold business card inside and smiled.

"You realize now that you were too ostentatious?"

"...Yes!" Barone's eyes were very complicated, staring at the golden business card reflecting the strange light, and he said in a daze.

“Isn’t there a better option than leaving New York?”

"Of course there is!"

Old Malkin looked at the golden business card flipped back and forth on his fingertips, shrugged and smiled.

"As long as you are willing to go to jail and live for a few years, everything will change after you come out~"

"No one will come to you to investigate illegal activities, and no one will keep an eye on you every day."

"Isn't the long-lost, true freedom exactly what you want?"

"..."

Mr. Barone put his left hand on the armrest of the sofa, scratched his eyebrows with his fingertips, took a deep breath, and asked with a sigh.

"Why do you always take the first step and become the final winner?"

"Because, I'm best at this."

"..what!?"

"Of course!"

Old Malkin put the golden business card back into the business card box, closed it, and smiled: "You know what?"

"Before I make every decision, I will anticipate at least a dozen possibilities in advance, analyze and adjust them, and finally find the one that is most beneficial to me from the many changes."

"So, even if I make a wrong decision, I have a corresponding solution!"

Barone couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked: "What if... you, like me, will face multiple charges?"

"Hehe~"

Old Malkin shook his head with a smile, stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, poured drinks for the two of them, handed one of the glasses to Barone, shrugged and said.

“No one is as omniscient and omnipotent as God!”

"Of course I am no exception~"

"But your assumption is more like a friendly reminder to me..."

"I want to thank you!"

"..."

Barone looked at the confident old Malkin, took a sip of wine and fell silent.

Old Malkin returned to his seat and sat down, crossed his legs and asked with a smile.

"The court's appearance schedule is not until the end of July, right?"

"Ok!"

"Meyer Lansky is doing very well in Florida."

"You can stay with him temporarily for a while. When the situation in New York gradually becomes clearer, it won't be too late for you to come back and appear in court~"

"Time can change everything."

Barone raised his neck and drank the drink, looked down at the business card box that was thrown next to him, nodded and left.

. . .

Barone, gone.

Ludy walked from the restaurant and sat down next to old Malkin and asked.

"Should we leave tomorrow morning?"

"Ok!"

Old Malkin shook the wine glass in his hand and looked out the window with a somewhat hollow look: "I miss the children, don't you?"

"..." Lu Di pursed his lips, nodded, and asked again.

"What are the follow-up arrangements here in New York?"

Old Malkin thought for a moment and said, "Let Artaud stay and continue to be the producer of the movie "The Godfather."

"Let Rosen Luoming go and visit Xina on our behalf to apologize!"

"And tell Rosenluo to get back the golden business card in her hand~"

"From now on, she can do art business with peace of mind and boldness."

"Yeah~" Lu Di responded heavily and let out a breath.

----

Manhattan.

Midnight~

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

Black Mike, who was responsible for taking Polly to work every day recently, was sitting at the bar enjoying a rare "vacation".

In the bar.

The bartender Erica spoke with a face full of worry and helplessness, walked up to Black Mike with a bottle of beer, and asked.

"Where's your girlfriend Carmen who likes to sell beef jerky?"

"Carmen Hennig?"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Haha~ Is there any difference?"

"She eats in your room, lives in your room... If she's not your girlfriend, what else can she be?"

Black Mike felt speechless and rolled his eyes, and defended: "She just got divorced and she still has a child. Her husband has no money to pay alimony."

"That's why she thought of coming over to try her luck with me."

"Oh~"

"Take your luck...huh?!"

Erica rested her elbows on the bar and smiled in a familiar tone: "You and she have known each other since childhood, and we were even almost inseparable good friends for a while~"

"Now, she lacks a man who cares about her family and loves her, and her children lack a responsible father."

"And you just lack a home where you can feel the warmth and love of family."

"You two are together...why not?"

Black Mike took the beer cup and took a sip, feeling that what she said seemed to make sense. .

Seeing that Black Mike didn't refuse, Erica suppressed her laughter and knocked on the bar a few times: "Hey~! Wake up!"

"I didn't ask you to marry her!"

"Understand?"

"...Huh?" Black Mike had a question mark on his forehead and spread his hands in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that those words I just said were just casual and grumbling. I didn't really want you and Carmen to become a couple."

"Because she can't find any other choice except you for the time being."

"And you can have more choices besides Carmen!"

"..." Black Mike fiddled with the cup with both hands, tilted his head and stared at Erica, saying nothing.

. . .

Manhattan, 66th Street.

fbi new york division.

The person in charge, Harold Stone, sat in his office, looked at his subordinate Torres Blackman, and asked doubtfully.

"Where did that bastard come from that person you just met?"

Torres felt innocent and spread his hands, explaining: "He is an insurance investigator from London."

"After the Barclays bank robbery occurred, the insurance company that insured the bank immediately recruited him back from London to take charge of the matter."

"So, he can basically represent the wishes of insurance companies and banks."

"Basic?"

Harold Stone's eyes turned red, and he angrily walked up to Torres, pointed at his nose and sprayed: "We were so busy for a month, checking hundreds of suspicious persons, and got the Thousands of confessions and evidence!”

"Now they actually sent an insurance investigator and said they won't investigate anymore?!"

"fxxxyou! Torres!"

"fxxxyou!!"

"..." Torres closed his eyes tightly, feeling as if he was being attacked by "storm saliva", his body stiffened and he endured it silently.

. . .

ten minutes later.

Harold slowly calmed down and handed Torres a bunch of tissues. He leaned back in the chair tiredly, covered his forehead, and sighed.

"What else did that bastard say?"

Torres wiped his saliva with a tissue, controlled the urge to spit it out, and whispered.

"He said... In the Barclays Bank robbery, the group of robbers basically gave up most of the cash they carried with them after escaping from New York, and only took away some gold jewelry and some personal safes in the underground vault. "

"After two weeks of comprehensive cleaning and inventory, the bank gave the total loss as: 27 personal safes + 52 yuan in cash + [-] yuan in jewelry."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Harold nodded slightly with a strange look on his face, looked at Torres, and asked.

"Why didn't he let the bank say hello to us and why did he insist on finding you alone and in a private capacity?"

Torres took a deep breath, moved two steps, sat opposite his boss, and explained in a low voice: "The reason he gave is..."

"Customers at the bank who lost their personal safes all expressed that they did not want to continue to be pursued by the media, let alone us and the New York police."

"The insurance company also stated that the losses suffered by the bank can be fully compensated, including cash, gold jewelry, and all losses caused by the bombing inside the bank, etc."

"and also!"

"The bank manager on duty that night left his post rashly due to personal matters and has been punished by the bank."

"So, I hope that we and the New York police will not question or accuse him of negligence."

Harold's eyes became brighter and brighter as he smiled.

He held the table with both hands and asked again with a slightly "weird" expression.

"I remember that one of the victims who lost his personal safe in the robbery publicly expressed his intention to sue Barclays Bank in front of a reporter from a certain newspaper...right?"

"Yes~"

Torres felt that his heartbeat must have exceeded 120, and he licked his lips and whispered.

"He will go back to the court tomorrow and apply to withdraw the lawsuit."

"All his related losses will be borne and compensated by banks and insurance companies."

"fxxx!"

"it is as expected!"

Harold took out a large white envelope from the first drawer on the left and threw it in front of Torres.

"Well~"

"Since they took the initiative to find you, you should also know the contents."

"However, starting from tomorrow morning, this case will be handed over to the task force sent by the headquarters to continue the investigation."

"You have to get all the transfer reports on this case and all the evidence we collected before tomorrow morning."

Harold walked around the desk, walked over to Torres, leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Don’t say what you shouldn’t say, don’t think what you shouldn’t think, and don’t do what you shouldn’t do!”

"Understand?"

"Yeah..." Torres nodded nervously.

Harold patted him hard twice, walked to the door and said, "I'm going to call Kahn Spann, and he will come over to help you with the aftermath."

"As for Lekosha Bernidi, if he asks, don't say anything to him and just ask him to come to me."

"Okay!" Torres stared at the large white envelope in front of him, rubbed his hands vigorously a few times, and finally resisted touching it.

The moment Harold completely walked out of the office, he turned around and saw this scene, and walked away with a smile on his face~

Young Torres kid, if only he could resist touching it. .

Maybe we can let him train in New York for two more years, and wait until he is more mature and stable before returning to the headquarters, where it will be easier for him to get promoted.

Now, he is still a little green!

----

a new day.

Island country, Tokyo.

Early morning~

Shinjuku area.

Shinjuku City is one of the administrative districts of Tokyo. Kabukicho, the most famous district in the district, is crowded with people from late night to dawn. It is home to thousands of restaurants, nightclubs, clubs, cinemas, entertainment hotels, and custom shops. It is a standard city that never sleeps. .

However, it was burned to ruins by fire during the Tokyo air raid in 1945~

It was not until the war that the island government built a Kabuki performance venue near Kabukicho Ichiban Street, and performance facilities were gathered here.

Therefore, this newly built town was named: Kabukicho.

The Kabukicho area was quickly rebuilt as a residential area after the war, and is known as the crown jewel of the capital's revival. .

In the 1964th Summer Olympics held in Tokyo in 18, Kabukicho was one of the stops for the torch relay.

. . .

Kabukicho [-]-chome, in a hotel next to Shinjuku Golden Gai.

"Bell bell~"

Yuri Orlov, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, was awakened by a rapid ringing of the phone.

He vaguely touched the microphone on the bedside table and "hung" it to his ear: "Hello~"

"Oh... I didn't forget it!"

"what time is it?"

"what?"

"I'll be right there!"

Yuri quickly threw the phone away, immediately got up from the bed alertly, grabbed the clothes on the ground, and trotted into the bathroom.

10 minute later.

Yuri wiped his hair with a towel and walked out of the bathroom. Looking at the petite figure still sleeping on the bed, he began to have a headache.

last night. . ?

He seemed, seemed, might, maybe. .I went crazy with this girl I met in the bar downstairs until after midnight, and then I fell asleep tired and satisfied~

Now, he must leave for the airport immediately.

But what should this girl do?

Just pat your butt and leave?

Or should I wake her up and have a casual chat before leaving?

Emm. .

Yuri put his head in his hands and thought for a while, then turned back to the bathroom and got dressed first. .

Then, he tiptoed into the bedroom, found his suit jacket and coat on the floor beside the bed, took out 300 meters from his wallet and placed it on a small table near the window. .

three hundred. . !

Almost there?

Yuri looked hesitantly at the girl's smooth and supple back, gritted his teeth, took out another 200 meters from his wallet, and strode out of the room.

. . .

First floor, in the hotel lobby.

Marat, who was in high spirits, and Nobunari Kihara, who looked strong and confident, were sitting in the rest area chatting and laughing quietly.

Yuri hurried out of the elevator and ran over after seeing the two of them.

Marat, who just called Yuri specifically to remind him not to miss anything, smiled and said jokingly: "Hey!"

"You must be exhausted last night, right?"

"Hahaha~"

Seeing Yuri's embarrassment, Kihara Nobunari also joked: "As soon as I saw the dark circles under your eyes, I knew that you must have exercised a lot last night!"

"..." Yuri shamelessly shrugged helplessly at the two of them and said with a wry smile.

"If I say...I have forgotten what I did last night!"

"Do you believe it?"

"Trust me!"

Marat hugged Yuri with a smile and said earnestly: "When I see your girlfriend Ava Fangtian later, tell me that we came all night from Toyama City last night and only slept for more than three hours. No rest at all!"

"Understand?"

"Uh... Okay!" Yuri blinked his big eyes and instantly understood what he meant, nodded and smiled.

Marat turned to look at Kihara Nobunari again and asked, "What about you?"

"Your fiancée is coming this time, right?"

"Yes~" Kihara Nobunari replied with his head raised and chest raised.

"However, my fiancée Tomomi Moriyama will definitely not ask me these questions..."

"She only cares about whether my recent work is going well and whether I am in good health~"

"Um.."

Marat gave him a thumbs up and said with a smile: "In this aspect, you are better than Yuri!"

"Hahaha~"