Manhattan Reborn 1978

New Jersey.

Jersey City is separated from New York City by only the Hudson River.

The gang boss here, Junior Soprano, is sitting in a xx dancer club, waiting for the guests who came from Miami today. .

In the club, a leader of Junior's men, nicknamed Shark Head, looked at the worried expression on Junior's face and asked tentatively: "Who are we waiting for?"

Junior glanced at the two soldiers and gangsters sitting far away, shook his head slightly and whispered to Shark Head: "A... troublesome person who sent us money!"

"Sending money?... Looking for trouble?"

"Haha~ That's about right~ But... he's not here to cause trouble for us."

"Um..Okay~"

Sharkhead meets Junior's words. .He only said half of it, and closed his mouth wisely. He reached out and touched the pistol on his waist. He kept guessing in his mind, where did the guy who sent the money come from, and could he bring trouble?

ten minutes later.

At the door of the club, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in his early 40s walked in carrying a large briefcase.

When Junior saw the person coming, he stood up with a smile and strode towards him: "Hey, man, you're late. I've been waiting for you for more than an hour."

The middle-aged man who came here handed the briefcase in his right hand to his left hand, shrugged and shook hands with Junior with a smile: "This is damn New York... Every time I come here, I encounter traffic jams!"

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

"It's okay~ Come on, let's do it inside~ I remember your favorite... bourbon~ right?"

"Haha~ That's right~ Ask your bartender to give me a real drink~ Don't fool me with those fake drinks~"

As he said that, the middle-aged man walked and observed the situation in the club. .

This is an important stronghold for the Serprano family gang~

He came two years ago.

He even heard some people mention speculation about the xx dance club~

Said to be. .There is a secret basement here, which is the underground arsenal of the Serprano family~

The two came to where Junior was sitting just now. The middle-aged man put the big briefcase in his hand directly on the small table in front of Junior, sat down and said with a smile.

"Here is the deposit, because I came in a hurry. Someone will bring you the full amount later~"

Junior reached out and patted the briefcase lightly, nodded slightly, took out a cigarette and handed one to the middle-aged man, smiling.

"We are old friends~ These are just small problems~"

"but.."

Junior inhaled the smoke and blew it out. The expression on his face was hidden behind the blue smoke.

"I heard that something happened in Miami recently. I wonder if your coming to New York this time is related to that incident?"

"That's right~"

The middle-aged man answered Junior's question straightforwardly without any hesitation.

In Miami, the fact that Blanco was arrested for two days and two nights before being released has spread throughout the entire American cocaine trading network in a short period of time~

Griselda Blanco, the female drug lord entrenched in Miami, is considered by many to be the most arrogant and ruthless woman in the history of the United States. .

If she was captured by an enemy, tortured, dumped in the wilderness, and let wild dogs eat it, this would be... .Not sympathetic at all!

On the contrary, some people will celebrate and get drunk for this~

Someone might even. .Put on a huge fireworks show to express some happiness in your heart ~

But to everyone's surprise. .

All the men who followed her were killed, and she was captured for two days.

After that, she can still. .Come back alive. .

What is hidden in this matter is what everyone who knows about it cannot guess and is also the most curious!

The Soprano family has always had drug dealing ties with Miami. As the second-in-command in the family, Junior is of course curious and wants to know what happened behind the scenes. .

"Okay, let's be direct~ Why did you come to New York this time?"

The middle-aged man smiled, flicked the cigarette in his hand, and said, "Inquire about some information and buy some bearer bonds~"

"News? About what?"

"Junior, no matter what you want to know, I can tell you~"

"But... you need to agree to my conditions first~"

"Tell me~"

"First of all, I need to get this bond within three days~"

Junior frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "This... is difficult, the time is too short!~"

"There are no impossible friends. This is New York and Wall Street is here!"

"Haha~ We can talk about this later, you continue to talk about your conditions~"

"You can't tell anyone about my coming to New York~"

"I can tell what happened in Miami, but you can't tell anyone~"

Junior raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "That's all?"

"Yes, that's all!"

"Haha~ No problem~ I can guarantee you this~! No one will know about our conversation~"

"Then... Okay~" The middle-aged man shrugged, as if he didn't hear the flaw in Junior's words.

"Blanco was kidnapped by a group of well-equipped soldiers at a temporary settlement outside Miami~"

"Later...she met some people and reached some cooperation conditions with them, and then she was released~"

Junior was speechless as he chewed the filter of his cigarette: "Then what?"

"There is no more, I only know this~!"

"fxxx~ Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Old friend Junior, don't get excited! Listen to what I have to say!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man seemed to have something to say, Junior suppressed his anger and threw away the cigarette butt: "Go ahead~"

"Haha~ What I just said was all what Blanco said to me~ However, I have been in Miami all the time, and things are not as simple and easy as Blanco said~"

"Who do you think I came to New York to help, and made this trip~"

"...Is it Blanco?"

"Haha~ That's right~ I guarantee that if some people can't get this bearer bond, Blanco will be in trouble~ big trouble!"

"Uh... you still... didn't say anything~" Junior frowned, thought for a while, and looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

"No~ In this matter, we have to combine all the clues~ My other purpose in coming to New York this time is to find out the identity information of those who kidnapped her."

"Because Blanco said those well-equipped soldiers should be from New York~"

When Junior heard this, he suddenly had a bad premonition: "How many are these soldiers? What equipment do they use? Are they all military products currently in use?"

"...There are at least 20 people. This is an estimate because no one has seen how many there are. It can only be judged from the houses that were attacked, the wreckage and traces left by the dead, and the mouths of survivors."

"In terms of weapons... they should all be military products. In addition, at the attack site, they used sniper rifles, rocket launchers, military automatic weapons, and a type of grenade that can temporarily lose vision and hearing."

"Grenade? fxxx~!"

"That's not his grenade ~ it's a flash bomb!"

"Oh? It seems like you know something~hehe~"

Junior lowered his head and kept silent, his mind began to churn. .

da security company~

shxx!

As a local gangster and gang boss in New Jersey, Junior certainly knows everything about this damn security company that has suddenly popped up recently~

Last month, after Nicky Bane committed the corpse dumping case, the whole of New York and New Jersey was searched several times. .

Later, when the Da security soldiers went to arrest Nicky Barn in the middle of the night, the Serprano family also contributed to this effort, providing some intelligence and small help. .

After arresting Nicky Baan, Junior and his men were curious and found a time to visit the factory where the police cordoned off the place where the two sides exchanged gunfire. .

That firefight scene. .The bullet casings and blood stains on the ground made everyone waiting for Junior gasp in air-conditioning. .

According to the information obtained by the police, 14 of Nicky Bane's men were directly shot dead by the soldiers. . The eight injured people who survived did not wait for the ambulance to arrive. .

There were 8 people left intact who were arrested and brought to justice by the police~

Nicky Baan is one of them~

On the security side, after the operation, one person was slightly injured. .

Or it was caused by his improper handling of weapons. .

I've been deaf for a few days. .I recovered~

. . .

This fucking thing is not at all what the police announced about the fierce exchange of fire between the two sides~

This was a planned, premeditated, naked massacre without any mercy!

Now, Junior is sure, it's time for Nikki Baan to meet God!

No, it’s going to hell!

The relationship between the soldiers of the security company and Nicky Baan was simply an armed conflict with extremely asymmetrical strength. .

It wasn't until Junior came back for a meeting with his brothers and gang members with what he saw that he realized something.

It was Nicky Barn, the idiot whose brain was damaged by white powder, who sounded a wake-up call for all the gangs in New York and New Jersey!

No one will ever try to commit suicide like Nicky Baan!

No one wants to mess with those neurotic soldiers who have been regrouped and started restorative military training~

. . .

Junior Soprano is almost 50 years old this year~

He knew many gang bosses in New York City, and even more so, Old Malkin, Old David, and Old Tailor. .

Therefore, he once went to the DA Security Company training base to visit his junior, Alto Sidric. .

After chatting with him once, Junior completely gave up all the thoughts he had in mind. .

A few days ago, Ludy of the Sidrich family convened a meeting with a group of gang bosses at Bonini's restaurant.

That night, the entire New Jersey and New York were in a state of chaos as security and police teamed up. .

The people of the Colombian Cali Group were driven out of New York!

Junior knows what these are for.

Someone has a brain as bad as Bog Belu's and wants to kill David Coleman? ! !

fxxx!

The middle-aged man's eyes were quite curious, waiting patiently for Junior's answer. .

Junior raised his hand to pick up the wine glass on the small table, drank it down, put down the glass, stared at the briefcase, pursed his lips, and pushed it toward the middle-aged man.

"Man, the details of this matter... I can only speak to Blanco~"

The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing. He took out a phone book from his pocket, found a number, and handed it to Junior.

"Thank you, buddy~!" The middle-aged man's thank you was very sincere!

"Are any of your beauties here coming to work? I need them to help me have some fun~"

"Okay~ Shark Head~ take our friends to relax~ I'll make a call~"

"Good boss!"

The middle-aged man followed the shark head with ease~

He doesn’t think that the more he knows, the better~

Junior is willing to tell Brenda about this by himself, which is the best thing for him ~

Junior walked to the phone and dialed a number in Miami.

After a few rings, a familiar female voice came from the microphone~

----

Wall Street.

Stanley conference room on the fourth floor.

David sat relaxed on the chair and couldn't help laughing when he saw that Mr. Bernard Madoff's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Mr. Madoff~ We only met by chance~ I also learned some things about you because of some accidents~"

"Actually, we can be strangers who don't know each other~"

"Perhaps we lack some time to get along and communicate with each other to understand each other better, so you do not recognize my commitment~"

"But for me, credibility as a person is more important than all interests~"

"I don't have any reason to go...to make you get into lawsuits, disputes, and jail~"

"That won't do you or me any good~!"

"I need to put all my time, energy, and attention on them now~!"

David patted the table and motioned to the pile of folders.

Madoff looked gloomily at the folders on the table and the briefcase he brought without saying a word. .

"The paths we have taken are different, Mr. Madoff~"

"The briefcase you brought is a misunderstanding~"

"If it has caused you any trouble or trouble, I apologize to you here."

"I promise, something like this will never happen again~"

David sat up straight, stood up slowly, walked to the window, looked at Wall Street outside the window, and continued: "Yesterday, when we met here, you gave me a lot of help~"

"You don't know, I took these documents back last night and saw them at midnight~ I found that some of the transportation industry information you mentioned was not reflected in these documents~"

David turned around, spread his hands and said, "Obviously, the people who collected these materials didn't realize what I needed from reading these materials."

"And Mr. Madoff, what you said yesterday is the knowledge about the transportation industry that I am most interested in!"

"So...I just told you yesterday that I wanted to help you...some immature ideas~"

"Of course, when I told you to help you, I also had some thoughts of my own~"

“I think your Jewish identity can help me make more friends and your network can also open doors for me~”

A flash of surprise flashed across Madoff's face, and then he frowned and said, "If we become partners, my personal connections can also be used to your advantage..."

"No~Mr. Madoff~"

"As I said before, our paths are different!"

David pointed to the briefcase and said: "What I need is a partner and friend who can trust each other and be honest with each other~"

"If my partners and friends cannot recognize and trust me, our relationship may have gaps and gradually become strangers."

"I believe that there has never been a true state of hostility in the world~"

"When interests converge, my friends will stand with me~"

"And when interests tend to be different, I believe that I will find a way to make our interests converge... Let enemies, friends, and partners stand with me~"

"If one day, hostility or enemies really appear, I can only say... I am not doing a good job myself and I have not been able to find a way to turn them into friends..."

"However, I believe that as long as I work hard enough, they will eventually become my friends~Mr. Madoff!"

"Just like I became friends with Giles, Pine, and Nylent, now we take care of each other, and in the future we may become interdependent because of interests and friendship~"

"In my opinion, this is an ideal way for friends to get along~"

"We can get what we need from each other, and we can rely on each other to get what we want~"

"At the same time, if someone encounters a problem or trouble, we will lend a helping hand to help him overcome the difficulty~"

David put his hands on the table, glanced at the briefcase, smiled and shook his head: "You are a well-known market maker on Wall Street~"

"The securities electronic trading system you mentioned to me before is very consistent with the data research center we want to establish~"

"If you are willing, I can work with you to find Mr. Nelent Ramon to help recommend your electronic trading system and let it enter the Nasdaq~"

"I believe that your most advanced trading system will definitely bring a new technological revolution to Nasdaq~"

"What do you think?"

After a long period of fooling around. .

David spread his hands to indicate that he had finished speaking, sat down again, straightened his posture, and waited. .An answer~

Madoff's face looked slightly better now. .

He thought silently for a moment: "If Nasdaq can use my electronic trading system, its trading efficiency will increase dozens or hundreds of times~"

"But... Mr. Nelent Ramon, will he... help with this?"

David stood up with a smile, glanced around the conference room, and adjusted his clothes: "Let's go and ask him in person now~ Just in time, he invited me to the office to chat in the morning~"

"Um... Going now?"

"Yes~ You..." David looked down at the briefcase and smiled without saying a word. .

Madoff felt his throat was a little itchy and coughed lightly: "Cough~ok~let's go!"

"Please~"

David extended his hand to ask Madoff to go first, and then he walked out of the conference room behind him. He looked at Sam and the three of them, signaled to them, and followed Madoff to the elevator. .

Ten minutes later. .

David and David sat in Nelent Ramon's office and explained the purpose of their visit in detail. .

Nylent listened to David and Madoff's stories very gentlemanly and patiently. After thinking about it, he sincerely said to the two of them: "I know Mr. Gordon MacLean, the chairman of Nasdaq. I can Please recommend this system to him~”

"But... David, you understand~ If old Mr. Morgan can talk about this... the effect will be better!"

"Is that so... Okay~ I... can I borrow your phone here?"

"Of course~"

Nylent smiled and pushed the phone on the desk to David.

David picked up the phone and started scratching his head when he wanted to dial the number~

"Um...Nelent~ What number should I... call, and I can find..."

"Uh...hahahaha~"

Nylent felt that David must be teasing him deliberately at this time. .

"Hey~ man, I'm not kidding~"

David felt as if he had made a mistake. .Embarrassed. .

Nylent reached for the phone and dialed with a smile: "If we are lucky..."

"du~du~"

"Hello~"

"I am Nyrent~"

"Oh~Hello, Mr. Ramon~"

"Is old Mr. Morgan home?"

"Yes, sir, he just came back and is preparing to have lunch~"

"Okay~ Please tell him that David Coleman has something to call him~"

"ok~please wait~"

Nylent handed the microphone to David: "It seems you are in good luck~"

"Hehe~ Thanks man!"

David took the phone and waited patiently for a while. Old Morgan's voice came from the other side of the phone: "David?"

"Yes sir~"

"Haha~ Every time you are so polite and call me sir, there must be nothing good going on!"

"Uh... um... don't get me wrong... Uncle~ I came to you for a good reason today~"

"Oh? Good thing? Tell me~"

"Well... that's it. I met Mr. Bernard Madoff by chance a few days ago. After chatting with him, I found out that he had invested in and developed a system that was very suitable for..."

David used a very concise paragraph to introduce the situation to old Morgan. .

On the other side of the phone, Old Morgan pondered for a moment, glanced at his wife Neriya, who was walking towards him, raised his hand and waved.

"Madoff, are you with me?"

"I'm here~"

"Then...let him answer the phone~"

"Ok!"

Madoff, who had been sitting quietly aside, took the microphone from David, cleared his throat silently, and swallowed.

"Sir, I'm Bernard Madoff!"

"Yeah...I know you~I'm here..."

A few minutes passed between the question and answer session between Morgan Sr. and Madoff.

After the two of them finished chatting, Madoff pressed the speakerphone and put down the phone. Old Morgan's voice came: "I understand the matter. Nailent, please find someone to test the system Mr. Madoff mentioned. If It’s really good ~ I’ll talk to Chairman Gordon Maclean about it ~”

"Good sir~"

"So...David, are you okay?"

David asked curiously: "Did you guess it?"

"Nonsense~ Will you chat with me if you have nothing to do? You bastard~"

"Um...well...don't you have precious time and a lot of things to do~ If I always chat with you for nothing, you will definitely annoy me~"

"Haha~ You didn't call me, how did you know I would be annoyed?"

"Now all the children at home are gone, only a few of us are left... living in this big empty house~"

David glanced at Nylent, who was looking out the window, treating himself as a passerby, and blinked his eyes and said, "Okay~ As long as you don't mind me being annoying, I will call you when I have time in the evening~ Yeah... Tell me about the interesting things I encountered~"

"Hahaha~ Okay, we've made an agreement!"

"ok~"

David reached out and took out the small piece of paper with the name given by Mr. Parker from his pocket, folded it, placed it on the table, and pushed it to Nyrent.

"Uncle~ I received a message today. I gave it to Nylent~ He will tell you later~"

"Haha~ Okay~ That's it~ Don't forget to call me~ Giles' mother also hopes to chat with you~"

Morgan Sr.'s wife Neria, when she heard her husband talking about her, gave her husband a dirty look. .

"No problem~I won't forget~"

"Then... let's go first ~ see you uncle ~"

"Well... let's go~"

After speaking, David gestured to Madoff, nodded to Nyrent, and the two of them left Nyrent's office. .

"Click~click~"

After the office door closed, Nylent picked up the phone, opened the note, and read the name on it to Old Morgan. .

After listening, Old Morgan stood up, took the paper and pen, wrote down a few names, looked at the record in his hand, read it silently, smiled and shook his head slightly, picked up the phone and said.

"Is it Odis Parker?"

Nylent was stunned for a moment and suddenly said: "It should... yes!"

"Haha~ I didn't expect this kid to still have so many evil intentions~"

"Okay~ Now that we know the allies of the Hunter brothers, the methods and means we can use can be more targeted~"

"Nelent, meet Ausdy sometime and tell him to prepare the money~"

"I will find a way to help him solve the mess he left behind in Europe~"

"ok~!"

The corners of Nylent's mouth curved slightly. .

The old Morgan on the other side of the phone paused for a moment and continued: "Tell him to stay in New York honestly, settle down and help David by his side, put away those unnecessary petty thoughts, and in a few years... When the trouble is solved, he will be free!"

"it is good!"

"Yeah. Are you okay?"

"No more sir~"

"Don't imitate that bastard boy David!"

"Um..Okay uncle!~"

"Haha~ I'm hungry, that's it, I died!"

Putting down the phone, Nylent looked at the note in his hand, silently remembered the name on it, took the lighter, and burned it.

In a cloud of smoke, Mr. Parker said information worth $6. .Just disappeared from this world!

Nylent looked quietly at the sparks in the embers, raised his hand and patted his head, feeling as if he had forgotten something. . ?

----

Jersey City.

xx Dance Girl Club.

Junior Soprano hung up the call with Blanco, walked to the bar, and got himself a large glass of whiskey on the rocks. While drinking, he asked someone to call the middle-aged man who was looking for a beautiful woman to chat about life. people.

A few minutes later, a disheveled middle-aged man walked out from behind the club stage, smiled and nodded to Junior: "I didn't expect you to have a surprise here!"

"It seems that next time I come to New York, I have one more reason to come to your place~!"

Junior glanced at the shark head following behind him, and seeing the other person nodding, he poured a glass of bourbon in his hand and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Blanco wants you to give her a call back~"

"Now?"

"Now!"

"Good~"

The middle-aged man took the whiskey and took a big sip. The strong amber liquid made the middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief. .

He walked to the phone and dialed it as if no one was watching.

2 minute later.

The middle-aged man sat back in front of Junior, picked up his wine glass, and said with a smile: "The cash will be delivered to you by someone special in the morning the day after tomorrow at the latest...this club of yours~"

"I'll pick up the bond in three days~"

"Man, happy working together~!"

Junior picked up the cup without a smile on his face: "As long as the money is in place, you will get what you want~"

"Okay~haha~cheers man!"

"Ah."

"Ding ~"

The two wine glasses clinked in the air, and the amber bourbon liquid stirred and swirled in the glasses~!

----

Miami.

In the urban area, in a single-family apartment near the seaside tourist area.

Griselda Blanco walked up to the third floor, took out various precious jewelry that she had carefully collected from a huge safe, and put them on the bed.

Soon, the big bed was filled with boxes of various jewelry. Blanco caressed these boxes with a somewhat obsessed look, opened them one by one, picked up the jewelry inside, and put it on his hands, neck, ears, On the clothes on the chest. .

Griselda Blanco, who struggled and grew up in the slums of Medellin, Colombia, is as obsessed with precious jewelry as drug addicts are with cocaine. .

Um. .

In fact, you can’t say that. .

How many women in this world can stand up and say that they have no interest in all kinds of gorgeous, exquisitely crafted precious jewelry?

Blanco is just one of the luckier ones among the hundreds of millions of normal women~!

Ever since Blanco started making a lot of money and fortune, she became more and more obsessed with collecting expensive and famous jewelry worn by various celebrities. .

Whenever she was in a bad mood, or in a particularly good mood, Blanco would take out all the collections and play with them obsessively for a long time before giving up. .

This time, Blanco was in a very good mood, wearing gorgeous jewelry all over his body, standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his graceful figure. .

In her opinion, the shocking news Junior said over there in New York. .This is great news!

The stronger the boss behind those soldiers is, the more 4000 million dollars she wants to spend. .The more valuable it is!

She was even thinking about it just now. .Should we look for opportunities in the future to send more money to New York and buy more advanced weapons and equipment for those soldiers~!

In this free country where rich people can do whatever they want~

It’s not surprising that some people will be concerned about the black money she earned from selling massive amounts of drugs~

This money. .To whom is it not given?

Maybe. .One day in the future, Blanco will feel lucky to have some interest entanglements with these soldiers!

This is. .A dark line. .

Until the last moment of life and death, Blanco doesn't plan to use the hidden clue that may make her comeback!

With these thoughts in mind, Blanco, who felt better and better, locked all the jewelry back in the safe.

With relaxed steps, she walked to the phone, preparing to contact Colombian drug lord Pablo and Rondono of the Cali Group~

Don't those soldiers want to meet these people?

Blanco do them this favor!

In her opinion, those soldiers were mentally ill. .

What bad thoughts can there be?

Since they have put forward this condition, then meet them!

hehe~