Manhattan Reborn 1978

Texas.

Early morning~

Northwest of Houston, in a farm vacation home on the eastern outskirts of the small city of Hempstead.

David came out of the bathroom holding a toothbrush, looked at Polly who was packing her luggage, and asked.

"How do you know that I went to see Elena last night?"

"Humph~"

Polly put the clothes in her hands into the box, rolled her eyes at him, and curled her lips.

"I smelled her smell as soon as you came back last night."

"Forehead.."

David quickly raised his hand and explained: "I just asked her to explain two things and chatted for a few words, but I didn't do anything!"

"cut!"

Polly packed her suitcase, found her small bag, and said helplessly.

"I'm leaving, can't you do whatever you want?"

"Tsk!"

When David heard her jealous teasing, he turned around, finished brushing his teeth first, wiped his mouth and walked over to her, asking curiously.

"Are you jealous?"

"no!"

"Hahaha~"

David took her into his arms, kissed her hard, and said with a smile: "It has been more than nine years since I first fell in love~"

"I have always regarded you as my favorite goddess, bar none!"

"It was like this nine years ago, it is like this now, and it will be like this when we are all old!"

"Even if you have white hair and wrinkles on your face, in my eyes you are still the goddess Polly who holds my ears and teaches me..."

"..." Polly tilted her head and pouted, saying that she would not be "defeated" by these "damn" rhetoric.

David put his hands around her waist with a smile, whispered a few words into her ear, and she asked in a moment of surprise and nervousness.

"what?"

"That's right!"

"Then...will your parents agree?"

David tapped her nose with his finger, raised his eyebrows and replied, "They are also your father and mother!"

"Your children, little Lindsay and little Bernice, will definitely call them grandpa and grandma in the future."

“What’s wrong with giving them more contact now?”

"..." Polly looked at David seriously for a while, then nodded slowly with gentle eyes.

"Then I'll go over and talk to my mother and children first this time, and then..."

"Ok!"

David picked her up, spun her around a few times, and said with a smile: "When the parents are familiar with the children, the baby in your belly will be born soon."

"Until then, you should rest for a while, enjoy life with me and the children, and then go back to work~"

"Yeah!" Polly held David's cheeks with her hands and kissed him passionately.

. . .

After breakfast~

One-eyed Andres drove away, carrying Polly and a trunk full of gifts.

Old David and his wife Sierra, David, Lilith, Laura, and Elena and Toby who were standing behind a few people, watched the car disappear in the distance and returned to the living room with different thoughts.

David glanced at his watch and yelled for Lilith and Laura to hurry up and take gifts to visit their elders and friends.

He also had to go upstairs to tidy up, and immediately set off for his mentor Professor Bartley's home.

----

new York.

Manhattan.

The intersection of Eighth Avenue and 42nd Street, 660 Eighth Avenue.

Zina Osevia Art Store, second floor.

The younger generation of the Sidrich family, Rosenlo Sidrich, nicknamed "The Wooden Man", placed a gift in front of Zina, tried his best to smile, and said.

"This is a gift I specially chose for you. I hope you can accept it!"

"..." Zina tried hard to control her mood, put her hand on the beautifully wrapped gift box, and smiled.

"Thank you for the gift!"

"However, the trip to Naples, Italy, was also a trip I made voluntarily..."

"you.."

"I know!" Young Rosenro raised his hand to interrupt her, adjusted his sitting posture so that the two could face each other, and said.

"I didn't know anything about you before."

"After you left for Italy, I went with you."

"But before I left, I asked you to investigate all the past information about you."

"This is also so that I can get to know you better!"

Xina clenched her fists slightly unnaturally, her expression remained unchanged and she listened.

Rosenlow showed his "poker face", spread his right hand and said: "You have been very active in many private gambling games."

"Ludi knows you because you have always been a gambler and have borrowed money from usury many times!"

"I don't like people who like gambling."

"I don't like you even more."

"So, even if there is no explanation from the family elders, I will slowly find a way to make you disappear from New York~"

Xina couldn't keep her smile on her face.

She took a few deep breaths to maintain her last bit of "dignity" and listened quietly.

Rosenluo stared at her coldly, as if there were many unsaid words that he deliberately ignored, and then continued.

"David once said more than once that there are two sides to everything."

"I think the same goes for people."

"The reason why you can still listen to me say these words now is not because you have any special charm or value."

"Rather, David doesn't want anything to happen to you. He hopes that you will live a better life and that you can give him more help."

"The Sidric family and I respect his choice."

"..." Zina breathed out slowly and looked at Rosenluo who had stopped. For some reason, the tension, anger, inferiority, happiness and other emotions in her heart were entangled together, which made her say something.

"Thank you!"

"Hmm~"

When Zina looked away, Rosenlow twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally twice, stood up, looked down at her, and said.

"Francisco Barone, gave you a golden card?"

"..Yes!"

"Where is it? Bring it to me!"

"...Wait a minute!" Zina frowned and looked around, then stood up and walked quickly to the stairs, running up to the third floor.

Rosenlow lowered his head and took out an exquisite silver pocket watch from the inner pocket of his coat.

He opened the watch with his thumb, took a look, and relaxed.

this morning.

Ludy specially brought him to the old Malkin's house.

Old Malkin, who had packed his simple luggage and was going to Hawaii to accompany his family on vacation, officially handed this exquisite silver pocket watch to him.

After Rosenlow took the pocket watch, he heard the words that could only be heard occasionally from his father and elders.

"congratulations!"

"I hope the Sidrich family can be honored by you!"

----

Manhattan.

Gold Coin Hotel, fourth floor.

Mr. Odis Parker, who was "ready to go", stood in the living room, looking at a large pile of "secret" intelligence materials in front of him, and smiled happily.

"Clang clang clang~"

"Please come in!"

at the door.

Mr. Gardener opened the door and walked in.

He saw Mr. Parker showing that "familiar" nervous smile again, and secretly asked with a "bad" smile.

"Don't you have to catch a plane to Houston?"

"Yup!"

Mr. Parker pointed at the pile of "secret" information and smiled: "Come on, please hand over these things to me first."

"Then I asked Winston to lock these things in the underground vault so that you can check them at any time."

"This.."

The gardener, who also received a call from the beetle this morning, said with an awkward and helpless smile.

"I still don't want to read this stuff..."

"You can just leave it to Winston for safekeeping."

"Hehe~"

Mr. Parker looked at the "cautious and timid" gardener, shrugged and smiled indifferently.

"Okay~"

"Anyway, apart from me, you are the only one who might need these things."

"...Phew~" When the gardener heard that Mr. Parker finally changed his mind, he took a deep breath and relaxed.

I don't know~

Mr. Parker, who was in a state of "sickness", suddenly said: "It's just..."

"There is some information about Davis Leahy here, which will be very helpful for you to help Mag Ludwig go to Tokyo to solve the trouble this time!"

"And~"

"There is some internal intelligence about the Yasuda family, as well as secret information about Wada Shunshu and Yasuda Fengichiro. It should also be very helpful to Mag Ludwig."

"So, I advise you to take a look at them first before making a decision!"

"..." The gardener nodded speechlessly, walked to the pile of "big troubles" in his eyes, picked up a file bag, and pulled out several bound documents and photos from it. .

"Hiss~!!"

"Shit!"

"What do you want me to see with this kind of thing?" The gardener immediately repackaged the file bag and shouted to the smiling Mr. Parker.

"Wow~ wow!"

"Hahaha~"

"Isn't it exciting?"

"..." The gardener covered his forehead with his left hand, waved his right hand several times in succession, and roared in disgust.

"I don't want to see you again~"

"Get the hell out of here!"

"...Hahaha~" Mr. Parker gave a thumbs up and praised his "wit". He picked up his coat and briefcase and walked out of the room with a smile.

. . .

ten minutes later.

The gardener stood by the window to make sure that the "psycho" was really gone, then turned back to the living room, frowned at the pile of "big troubles", gritted his teeth, picked up a file bag, and looked through it.

----

New Jersey.

The training base of the security company.

The person in charge, Stick Don Lawrence, put a khaki Army "moving bag" in his hand into the car and asked Edward B. Tryon beside him.

"You want us to detach some people and go to Texas to establish a branch base?"

"Where's the boss? What's his opinion?"

Old Cui En shrugged with a smile: "I never told him about this."

"How would I know?"

"Uh..." Lawrence grinned as he felt a bit of toothache and was speechless.

The jackal, who was also joining in the fun, walked up to the two of them and said with a smile: "Texas, good!"

“The winter there is warmer than here in New York, and the girls are more unrestrained and enthusiastic!”

"Get out!" Lawrence rolled his eyes at him with contempt, turned to look at the silent Cohen, and asked.

"What about you? What do you think?"

Cohen walked to the car with his arms crossed, leaned on the car and stared at Old Cui En, and asked doubtfully: "Have you had this plan for a long time?"

"No~ not really."

Old Cui En expressed that he was honest and spread his hands, explaining: "I also came back to Texas this time and heard that David visited the children of Senator Pushk, and that's when I came up with this idea."

"Pushk?" Lawrence and Cohen both became more curious about this unfamiliar surname.

"Correct!"

Old Cui En didn't mean to show off, and said directly: "As far as I know, Senator Pushk's father was originally a successful businessman living in Boston."

"But in Boston before World War II, he found that there was no room for his son George to develop..."

"That's why he asked today's Senator George Pushk to enter Yale University immediately after returning from the battlefield of World War II, and supported George to join the Skull and Bones Society."

"After George Pushk graduated successfully, his father finally found a very good opportunity to join the government in Connecticut, between New York and Massachusetts, and was successfully elected to the House of Representatives and the Senate."

When Old Cui En talked about this, he found that both Lawrence and Cohen were deep in thought.

He leaned against the car with a smile, waited for a while, and continued: "George Pushk's formative years were deeply influenced by the propaganda of Hollywood Western movies."

"When his dad told George it would be best to leave the East and look for opportunities in the West, George went straight to Dallas, Texas."

"What happened next was as natural as a stream flowing into a big river and rushing towards the sea~"

"George Pushk, before his father retired from Congress, was successfully elected to the Texas House of Representatives, Congressional Representative and Congressional Senator."

"And his oil business in Texas did not go to waste because of this. It was directly passed to his eldest son Walker Pushk to continue management."

"David visited his home a few days ago and has already been in contact with Walker Pushk and his brothers and sisters~"

"So, if David approves my suggestion and sends some DA security company personnel to Texas to establish a sub-base, Senator Pushk and his son Walker will definitely be very willing to help!"

"...Why?" Lawrence heard this and asked even more doubtfully.

Old Cui En put away his smile, glanced at the three people's faces, patted Lawrence's shoulders a few times with his hand, shook his head slightly and sighed.

"Because they also need a private armed force that can be easily called upon at any time!"

"Since a few years ago, private security companies formed under various names have appeared in Texas."

"Behind them, most of them are an oil company or some large companies."

"The main job or task of these security personnel is to provide security services for the oil drilling and production bases established across Texas to prevent accidents such as intentional sabotage or oil theft by certain individuals."

"Oh." Lawrence rubbed his chin with his hand and nodded slowly.

“Listening to what you said, it’s true that there are more opportunities in Texas than in New York!”

"Hehe~"

Cohen, who completely understood the meaning behind Old Cui En's words, sneered twice and continued.

"Private weapons that can be called upon at any time?"

"Is there any difference between us and mercenaries who work for money?"

"..." Lawrence lowered his head and became even more silent.

Old Cui En looked at Cohen calmly, knowing exactly where the "crux" in his heart was, nodded and whispered.

"You spent the most time with David and should be the one who knows him best among us."

"Do you think if I say these things to him, he will agree?"

"...No!" Cohen hesitated for a few seconds and answered with certainty.

"Um!!"

Old Cui En raised an index finger and asked himself: "Then do you think, if we don't do this kind of thing, someone will do it?"

"there must be!"

"What kind of life did you live before coming here?"

"You yourself know best~"

"How many people across the United States are encountering you..."

"That's enough!" Cohen shouted loudly, pursed his lips and looked at Old Cui En.

"Where's the money?!"

"You know, for this base, our company..."

"You said you want to build a branch base in Texas. Where will the money come from?"

"Hehe~"

Old Cui En couldn't help but smile and opened the car door, stepped in and sat in. He shrugged and said, "This should be something your boss David needs to consider, right?"

"If he can't do anything, then I can't do anything either~"

"..ok!"

Lawrence glanced at the excited Cohen, thought for a while and said, "You go to the airport to catch your flight first."

"We need to discuss this matter carefully."

"Hmm~" Old Cui En responded casually, reaching out and patting the driver's seat.

"Let's go, Rambo!"

"Ok."

"Crooked God of War" John Rambo glanced at the three people standing outside the car with "different" expressions, nodded, started the car, and drove it slowly out of the training base.

----

the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

Island country, Tokyo.

night~

In a high-end hotel near Tokyo Tower.

Yuri Orlov, Marat and Kihara Nobunari were sitting on the sofa in the living room of a suite, looking neatly at Aclade Parkinson who had just walked in from the door.

David's butler Acklade walked over to the three of them and put down a briefcase, hung his coat on his left arm, shook his head slightly and said.

"That Mr. Galid, the Lieutenant Colonel Red Miller introduced, did not give any valuable clues."

"He only said that this matter needs time to be investigated. When it is found, he will give us an explanation."

"...fxxx!" Marat sneered and spat out a curse word, put out the cigarette butt, invited Ackleide to sit down first, and sighed.

"These bastards are obviously using all kinds of excuses to excuse us."

"These bullshit they say, they don't even bother to make up some decent excuses?"

"..." Yuri supported his chin with one hand, glanced at the silent Kihara Nobunari and the "angry" Marat, and asked Ackleide.

"when are you leaving?"

Acklade glanced at his watch: "In about an hour."

"What about us?"

"Have a holiday!"

With a smile on his lips, Acklade took out a few yellow brown paper bags from his briefcase and put them down. He stood up and put the briefcase away and said.

"Since the boss has decided to let you take a temporary vacation, relax and enjoy it..."

"Why are you still looking so sad?"

"The unexpected situation that happened today is not unusual at all!"

"The two most important factors to complete a task include: the ability of the person performing it; and the motivation of the person performing it."

"So far, the ability of this temporary team composed of the three of you to solve unexpected problems has impressed me!"

Acklade first looked at Marat and said, "You turned out to be just a double master's degree immigrant from the Great Bear Country who encountered obstacles on Wall Street."

"Later, Mo was trapped by life and chose to join a gang, so that he and his family could gain a foothold in New York."

Marat did not show any emotion and nodded as usual without speaking.

Aklade looked at Kihara Nobunari again and said, "You are lucky to have a girlfriend who is willing to break up with her family."

"But in your heart you must not be reconciled to being mediocre!"

"You also want to give Moriyama Tomomi a happy family."

"You want to straighten your chest and lead her to meet her family~"

"And being able to say out loud those words that have been suppressed in my heart for many years..."

Kihara Nobunari looked up at Akelaide, and what was hidden in his eyes was self-evident~

Aklade finally looked at Yuri Orlov, smiled and sighed, and said, "You are the luckiest guy!"

"If Giovanni hadn't accidentally entered your restaurant, we might never have met in this life~"

"You should also have a deeper understanding of your shortcomings and limitations in your abilities from your recent experiences."

"So, you don't have to feel upset or unwilling at this time."

"Because, the three of you have basically completed the goals specified by the boss."

"Oh?" Yuri, Marat and Kihara Nobunari all looked up at him in surprise.

Acklade didn't explain much.

He put on his coat, glanced at his watch, and said with a smile, "My time is almost up."

"The questions in your mind will be answered for you when Mag Ludwig comes over."

"Goodbye, gentlemen!"

"..goodbye!"

. . .

Acklade Parkinson passed away "in style"~

Yuri stood at the door of the suite, watched his figure disappear at the elevator door, turned to look at Marat and the two, and asked.

"When will Mag Ludwig's plane arrive?"

Kihara Nobunari, who was standing inside the door, glanced at Marat and said, "Mr. Ludwigs said that he would contact us before setting off from Honolulu."

"Forehead.."

"So, we don't know why he can come?"

"Um.."

"Okay~"

Yuri untied his tie, put it into his pocket, waved to Marat and the other two and said, "I'm going back to accompany Ava first."

"If anything happens, call my room anytime!"

"ok~"

Marat walked up to Kihara Nobunari, pushed him out, and said with a smile: "Get out of here and spend some time with your fiancée~"

Kihara Nobunari nodded and followed Yuri's footsteps.

After closing the door.

Marat stood there and took a few deep breaths, his eyes swept across the empty room, and finally landed on the brown paper bag that Ackleide left specially. He quickly walked to it and sat down next to it.

Open it!