Manhattan Reborn 1978

It's approaching evening~

At the entrance of a small airport in the northwest suburbs of Austin, the capital of Texas.

David got into the car driven by Mr. Tianniu and drove away under the gaze of everyone from the DA security company.

The person in charge, Lawrence, stood at the front of the crowd, staring at the back of the car slowly disappearing into the distance, took a deep breath, and spoke to Cohen, Jackal and others on the side.

"We'll start after dinner..."

"This matter cannot be delayed any longer!"

"Yeah." Cohen, who knew the seriousness of the matter, nodded slightly with a melancholy look on his face.

"I have already informed Red-haired Bert and Shorty Barlow of their new work arrangements."

"Members of the team led by One-Eye Andres will also undergo a comprehensive screening and rotation."

"Okay, I'll leave them to you."

"I'll take care of the rest!" Lawrence turned slowly and faced Cohen, Jackal, Rambo and the others, revealing the endless anger that had been suppressed in his eyes.

John Rambo has been participating in semi-military "recovery" training in the base recently, and has heard a lot of rumors spread among the soldiers in the base.

(Note: John Rambo is the protagonist of the movie "First Blood", played by Sylvester Stallone.)

Some of these rumors are questioning what kind of organization DA Security Company is, and some are randomly speculating on the hidden intentions behind David's active establishment of a security company.

Others said that the 60 million dollars extorted from Miami drug lord Blanco had actually been laundered and transferred away by David long ago, and he just wanted to keep the huge sum of money for himself, and then make up a set of credible lies to fool the soldiers, etc.

Will David keep the money for himself?

Rambo once asked himself such a question.

However, he had contact with David more often and felt that he understood David better than others. He also knew better that David's original intention of establishing the DA Security Company was not for money at all.

And David made this clear before he left.

If someone were to trace the source of that 60 million RMB, it would not stand up to investigation.

Therefore, he will transfer it to the account of the newly established DA Security Company Mutual Fund through some legal means before the end of next month, so that its ownership will truly return to the hands of the security company, and it will be managed by the management team consisting of Lawrence and Cohen.

That is to say, after the money returns to the security company's account, David, as the founder of the company, will only symbolically retain a 10% stake and continue to retain his key voting rights on the board of directors.

David will give the remaining 90% of the shares to Lawrence and other company management, allowing them to distribute them at will and give them to whomever they want.

Even if Lawrence and his team wanted to sell the security company, David would not ask for more money than all the initial investments.

In David's words, "My original intention of establishing a security company was to help more soldiers who have been persecuted by the war, so that they can regain the courage to face life and reduce some tragedies, rather than treating it as a pure business."

just now!

David did help more people, allowing them to rediscover their sense of belonging in the DA security company and regain the courage to face life.

But. .

Rumors, this invisible sharp blade that hurts people, have appeared again among some small groups of soldiers.

They were all victims of rumors, including Rambo himself, Lawrence, Cohen, the Jackal, etc.

All the soldiers who came to the security company were victims of rumors!

But now, they have become the people they once hated the most.

Rumors are the breeding ground for evil thoughts.

Greed is the mud that obscures conscience.

Rumors stop at the wise!

But how many wise people are there in the world?

. . .

In the warm golden evening sunlight.

Rambo ignored the departure of Lawrence and others, and walked to the gate, found a piece of grass to sit down, and looked up at the clouds drifting in the wind in the sky.

After a long time~

Adler Campeni, who was in charge of logistics supplies, walked briskly from a distance, waved and smiled at Rambo.

"Hey~ Rambo, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"Why are you hiding here?"

"Looking to me... for something?" Rambo tilted his head to look at Adler, waving the straw in his hand and asked back.

Adler walked over to sit next to Rambo, propped his hands on the ground and smiled, "I want to learn about your experience in detail, record it completely, and then adapt it into a personal memoir."

"Hehe~" Rambo smiled with a crooked corner of his mouth, played with the grass stems with his fingertips and shook his head slightly.

"My story isn't worth writing down. You should go find someone else."

"But, didn't you just agree?"

"I'll go find other people, they all have their own stories, those are not yours..."

"I..." Rambo was speechless.

Adler seemed to have guessed Rambo's thoughts long ago and patted him on the shoulder: "David and I discussed this matter carefully next to the oil depot, and finally decided to record some of your experiences in a documentary way."

"Because you were once an elite Green Beret soldier, your war experience was more tragic and complicated than that of ordinary soldiers like us."

"Take me for example. Before I joined the army, I was a history teacher at a small town middle school."

"I had fantasized countless times on the battlefield in Vietnam that if I had not chosen to leave the small town and join the army, I might have been married, had children, and lived an ordinary life."

"Perhaps in that kind of life, I sometimes suddenly feel that this kind of life is too bland and lacks passion..."

"But it is this kind of peaceful and warm life... which may even make people feel very boring, that has become a luxury that we cannot even hope for now."

"..." Rambo lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoes, his eyes were empty and his expression was dull.

As Adler told his story, he took off his military boots and socks, stepped barefoot on the green and yellow grass, looked into the distance, and his voice became even deeper.

Rambo listened silently, and couldn't help but recall his comrades who didn't know whether they went to heaven or hell.

The two of them just like that, one talking while the other listening.

The wind blew their "voices" far away until they disappeared without a trace.

----

houston.

West of downtown, Piney Point Village in the Memorial District, 86 Pinewood Avenue.

Under the sunset~

David leaned back in the back seat of the car, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

The driver, Mr. Tianniu, slowly parked the car on the side of the street, glanced at Toby Olga, who was curled up in the passenger seat, drooling and sleeping soundly with his head tilted, and smiled and whispered.

"Everyone wake up, we're here."

"Um...are we there yet?" Toby wasn't awake yet, but David in the back row woke up first, rubbing his eyes and looking around.

"Yeah, here we are."

"OK~ I'll go back and take a shower, then go to 19 Pine Avenue to find Carnes..."

"Tell Toby to let her go with us later..."

"Okay." Tianniu opened the car door and stood on the side of the road, watching David walk towards the maid Chashida who was standing at the door of No. 86. Suddenly, he was "dazzled" by the joyful expression of this taciturn Brazilian girl.

Chasida, could it be that she also... ?

Emm. .

Mr. Tianniu shook his head decisively, put aside this boring idea, patted the roof of the car twice with his hands, bent down and smiled at Toby.

"Wake up Snow White, we're home."

"..Well..Let me sleep a little longer..." Toby squeezed his legs together, frowned, covered his ears with his hands, and muttered.

"Tsk!" Mr. Tianniu stared at her speechlessly for a while, then rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed and said loudly.

"what is that?"

"Toby, why is there a furry thing on your leg?"

"Um..?"

"Ah!! What's that furry thing? Where is it?" Toby, like a frightened cat, opened his eyes instantly and looked panicked with his fur standing on end.

Mr. Tianniu laughed and walked to the back of the car, leaving Toby in the car to continue barking.

After a while~

Toby finally calmed down after he was sure that he had been fooled.

She got out of the car angrily, walked up to Tianniu, and asked coldly, "Is it fun to scare me?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Tianniu nodded, trying not to laugh.

"You... I will tell the boss later!"

"Hahaha~" Mr. Tianniu laughed a few times indifferently and deliberately changed the subject and asked.

"Just now on the road, you were pretending to sleep, right?"

"..!?" Toby blinked and looked away.

"In fact, I have had the same doubts in your mind."

"But now I understand. Do you want to know the answer?"

"You... I... don't want to!" Toby walked a few steps to the side with a wandering look, his tone much weaker.

Mr. Tianniu smiled and shook his head, followed Toby's gaze into the distance, changed the topic, and asked continuously.

"David initially asked you to be in charge of the liaison work for the intelligence personnel sent to the Middle Eastern countries, and appointed Edward Dyke, a former CIA field officer you recommended, to be in charge of the intelligence work in Southeast Asian countries."

"Now, he asked me to find a reliable friend who is familiar with the conditions in various countries in South America as soon as possible and asked you to be in charge of the contact..."

"But do you realize...what is David trying to do? Why does he trust you so much?"

"If you are capable enough to do this job, have you ever thought about what kind of power you will eventually hold?"

"..." Toby crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering towards a car passing by in the distance. He nodded slightly and then shook his head gently.

Tianniu knew that she was a very smart woman, so he stopped talking nonsense and spoke directly.

"To establish a transnational intelligence organization and a reliable intelligence network, several elements must be possessed, namely~"

"Connections, money, a strong background, secret and reliable means of communication, ruthless measures to prevent leaks or betrayal, etc."

"However, these are not the most critical factors..."

"The most important thing is the people, the managers and actual owners behind the organization."

"What kind of organization do they want to build, what do they want to use it for, what goals do they want to achieve, and whether they will give up something without hesitation in order to achieve their goals."

"Abandon?" Toby stood up straight, looked sideways at Mr. Tianniu and asked.

"Have you ever encountered...?"

"more or less."

"So? You think I'm unqualified to be the manager of this organization?"

"Yeah~"

"At least for now, I haven't seen you show the outstanding ability of an excellent manager."

“To truly manage it is not as easy as you think!”

"Few people can resist the temptation of money and power."