Manhattan Reborn 1978

Island country, Tokyo.

After midnight~

In the living room of a high-end hotel near the famous Tokyo Tower.

Mag Ludwig held the phone and whispered a few words to Janet Patrick who was far away in New York. Then he put down the phone with a smile and returned to his seat, speaking to Marat and Yuri Orlov. , smiled.

"Where were we talking?"

"tcss!" Yuri glanced at Marat, who was frowning and looking very ugly, and replied.

"Oh~ right!" Mag took a sip from the wine glass, nodded and continued.

"Since the Xiong Daguo National Security Council was officially renamed and established in 1954, it has basically become one of the largest and most powerful espionage agencies in the world."

"It was founded by Felix Edmundovich Dzerzhinsky as the State Security Service during the Cheka + Stalin period. It was finally formed after many reorganizations, splits, and mergers."

"So, from the day it was officially established, it has been a super spy agency that overrides all government agencies in the Great Bear Country!"

"It only accepts the direct management of the top leadership of the Bear Country."

"This means that it has great power and is responsible for a very wide range of work~"

"For example, the First General Administration of TCSS is the foreign intelligence and reconnaissance department, which mainly provides leadership to Xiong Daguo and Zhu's foreign espionage agencies."

"The Second General Administration is mainly engaged in counterintelligence and intelligence reconnaissance work."

"The Third General Administration, which was just upgraded in the past few years, is responsible for stopping the destruction of the armed forces of Xiong Daguo by foreign secret services and leading the work of the special service offices of relevant military departments and troops."

"The Fourth Directorate is responsible for the implementation of counterintelligence intelligence reconnaissance activities in all transportation sectors."

"The fifth bureau is responsible for fighting ideological sabotage..."

"The Sixth Bureau is responsible for counterintelligence intelligence reconnaissance work on various defense industry targets and certain scientific research centers."

"The main task of the Seventh Bureau is to conduct outdoor surveillance on targets of interest to the committee. This is an important reconnaissance department that is needed in all business directions of the National Security Council."

"In terms of numbers alone, the bureau is quite large, and its main feature is to maintain combat readiness at all times so that it can carry out tasks day and night."

"It is precisely because of the activities of this department that we can often discover and stop the espionage activities of foreign secret services, determine their criminal connections, find out whether they have infiltrated key departments of the Xiongguo government or contacted citizens, carried out covert operations, and passed targeted The purpose of obtaining information depends on the channel.”

Mag shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled at young Yuri: "You and Mr. Popov from Nakhodka Commercial Port have met twice."

"When Popov mentioned Lermontov and Maxim during their second meeting, he said that they had been thrown into the sea."

"If we follow the division of responsibilities within TCSS, the two unlucky men who were thrown into the sea should belong to the Second General Bureau, the Seventh Bureau or the Border Guard General Bureau."

"Of course~"

"It's also possible that... the Second or Seventh Bureau's secret informant at the Nakhodka Commercial Port in the Far East sent this news directly to Moscow..."

Mag glanced at Marat, whose face was getting increasingly ugly, put away his smile, and asked him.

"Are you worried about Mr. Popov's safety?"

"...Hmm!" Marat looked up at Mag and nodded vigorously.

In Mag's mind, his impression of him changed slightly, and he asked Yuri in a deep voice: "How much money did you make in total when you came here this time?"

Yuri Orlov, who considers himself very sensitive to numbers, quickly replied: "After deducting all expenses and foreign exchange fees, our account in Fuji Bank has a total of about 5890 million yuan."

Ma Ge nodded in surprise: "Deduct the 5000 million yuan the boss gave you... a net profit of 890 million yuan?"

"Yes!"

"Wow~haha!"

"This business is simply... more profitable than selling arms and drug trafficking, isn't it?"

Mager said with emotion: "No wonder multinational traders like Vitol and Fibro are never willing to disclose their performance, let alone let others know about their business."

Yuri touched his nose sympathetically and said with a wry smile: "Do you think... they are causing trouble in the dark?"

"No~"

Ma Ge said that he was very sure and shook his head: "If they want to steal business, they will not use such disgusting tricks to deal with you ~ but will go directly to the boss and have a showdown with him."

“International traders like them attach great importance to the integrity of their partners!”

“The more friends and channels they have, the more opportunities they have to make money~”

"That's why Vitol sent people to find the boss, and took the initiative to raise the price to win this batch of crude oil spot that should have been within the scope of its contract."

"Because they know that even if we don't show up, the people in Nakhodka want to break the contract and find another buyer who is willing to pay a high price. They have no better way."

At this moment, Mag suddenly felt that the leather shoes under his feet were very uncomfortable. He took them off casually, put his feet on the small table in front of him, and continued.

"I made a special trip to Hawaii this time to meet Davis Leahy."

"He also agrees with my analysis and does not think that Vitol or Fibro is behind it~"

"Combined with the several pieces of information I received from Otis Parker, as well as the complex situation on the island country + the reaction from the Nakhodka Commercial Port..."

"I think only those who don't care about whether their hands are clean and are timid would use such disgusting tactics."

Mag glanced at Marat, paused for a few seconds and said, "After dawn, I'm going to the embassy to visit an old friend."

"If you can contact Popov, you can ask him if he is willing to leave Nakhodka..."

Marat asked eagerly: "Can he... get his identity?"

"Hehe~"

"As long as you can make sure he's not a spy, it's not difficult at all!"

"..."

Marat looked very troubled and smiled bitterly: "Proving that you are not a spy is probably the most difficult thing..."

"Hahaha~"

Ma Ge smiled nonchalantly and said: "As long as he can accept an ordinary life."

"It may be difficult for him to obtain American identity, but it shouldn't be difficult for him to obtain Australian or Canadian identity!"

"...Yes!!" Marat felt his eyes light up and nodded gratefully to Mag.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

"Hahaha~" The two looked at each other and smiled.

Yuri Orlov also laughed for a while and asked while rubbing his fingers.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Mag unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Of course I will test it out first and see the reactions from all parties before deciding on the next step."

"What about us?"

"take a vacation."

Mag winked at Yuri: "The boss has clearly told you to take a vacation. Of course you can't live up to his kindness, right?"

"Um..." Yuri subconsciously touched his wallet, feeling that it was about to suffer again. .

----

new York.

Wildfire Bar, 42nd Street, Manhattan.

Far Pocchivino from the Auxiliary Police Office yawned as if he had just woken up and walked into the bar.

at the bar.

Mike Bai put the last piece of pepperoni pizza in his mouth and smiled at Old Red who was standing at the bar.

"That's right~ It's the Manson family murder case that happened in California ten years ago!"

"Were you still in jail at that time?"

"Did you see their trial on TV?"

Old Rhett glanced at the "unobtrusive" Bai Mike, turned around and asked Farr Pocchivino what he wanted to drink, and then said unhurriedly.

"I didn't watch that trial."

"I only read in the newspaper that they were exempted from the death penalty and commuted to life imprisonment..."

"Ah oh~"

Mike Bai tilted his head and looked at the sleepy Farr, nodded and smiled: "Hey~ did you just wake up?"

"You don't know about the case that happened this morning, right?"

"Um...what happened?"

"A street shooting! It happened near Grandwich Village in the lower city. Two hippies were shot dead with guns on the street."

Far Pocchivino raised his neck and drank the drink: "Hippie?"

"If you die, just die~"

"What...?"

Mike Bai rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner on purpose, pointed his temple with his index finger and mocked: "Is there something wrong with your brain and it's time to take medicine?"

"...fxxxyou!"

Farr replied with a middle finger: "I'm not in the mood to argue with you!"

"Where's Mengo the steel-toothed dog?"

"Didn't he come?"

"Yes~ He is still sleeping in the apartment upstairs." Seeing that he was unwilling to "play" anymore, Mike Bai could only reply feeling bored.

"Um..." Far subconsciously looked up and suddenly felt that instead of asking the steel-toothed dog Menge, it would be better to ask Bai Mike directly.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Hey, man."

"I went to several clubs last night to investigate the case of captive girls that happened in Queens some time ago."

"If you have any relevant clues, can you tell me?"

Mike Bai stared at him and blinked, crossed his fingers with his hands, raised his eyebrows and asked: "You are talking about... the case of Chasida?"

When Farr heard this familiar name, he nodded slowly: "Yes!"

"Your boss David found Pamela Randy from CIA and asked her to help investigate this case."

"Uh..." Mike Bai, who didn't know anything about this, was stuck.

Fall saw a look of confusion on his face and explained: "In Chasida's case, we and the FBI can only investigate and collect evidence domestically. We do not have the power to investigate and enforce laws abroad."

"If we want to continue the investigation, we can only ask for help from Interpol."

"Your boss David found Cia for help and just solved this problem!"

"But the CIA does not have the power to enforce the law in the country. Our New York police or FBI agents must participate. Only then will they have the power to enforce the law and arrest people and collect evidence."

"so.."

"So you've been busy cooperating with the CIA to investigate the case these days?" Mike Bai nodded suddenly and asked.

"Yes~"

"Then what did you find out?"

There was a question mark on Far's forehead. He looked at Mike Bai and couldn't help but laugh: "I just asked you the question first, right?"

"Ha!" Mike Bai waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to care about these details.

Seeing that he might actually know some information, Farr immediately cheered up and asked.

"I also want to help your boss investigate the case!"

"If you knew some clues, you wouldn't hide it from me on purpose, right?"

Mike Bai took two deep breaths, tilted his head and looked at Farr, curled his lips and said.

"Last spring, I heard that someone on 49th Street had received a filming order."

"The person who placed the order is a pervert..."

"He actually asked a director who makes small films to make a film about sexually abusing girls..."

"Then what?" Farr asked in hot pursuit.

Mike Bai licked his lips twice, shook his head slightly and whispered: "Then I heard that the director replaced him and his wife with the latest Lincoln sedan."

"But those two very cool Lincoln sedans were stolen after they had been driven for less than half a year~"

"...What happens next?!"

Seeing that Mike Bai was like "squeezing out toothpaste", Farr stopped talking again and asked urgently.

Mike Bai deliberately opened his eyes and yelled with a tigerish face: "What the hell!"

"Don't you understand this?"

"How many directors in New York bought two of the latest Lincoln sedans last year?"

"Can't you even find such clues?"

"Uh..." Farr scratched his head with his hands, quickly took out a few coins and threw them on the bar, shouting as he ran outside.

"Thanks, buddy!"

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that this kid had just reacted and ran away, Mike Bai complained to Old Rhett.

"look!"

"Idiots like him can only spend the rest of their lives as low-level policemen..."

Old Rhett wiped the cup in his hand and chuckled: "What's wrong with this?"

"If the New York police were like him, the security would definitely get better and better, right?"

"That's right!" Mike Bai rubbed his chin with his hand, looked at the door of the bar, and nodded.

"I'm going out for a while. If you call me, tell me I'll be right back~"

"Ok!"

Old Rhett put down the rag in his hand and asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

Mike Bai winked at him: "Of course...haha!"

"..."

----

Texas.

Northwest of Houston, on the grass beside a wilderness road on the eastern outskirts of the small city of Hempstead.

Bright sunshine + comfortable breeze + a group of friends + a barbecue grill grilling steaks + a few cases of beer and drinks made the grass "lively" immediately.

Old Trin and his daughter Mary Sue stood by the barbecue grilling steaks for everyone while chatting with brothers Jeb Pushk and Marvin Pushk.

not far away.

David ate the last bit of food on the plate, praised Laura W. Pushk for the delicious lunch, walked over to Leslie and Livlin, knelt down and said.

"You guys can continue playing for a while, I'm going to my mentor's house."

"Ok!"

Leslie glanced around, nodded and said, "Thank you!"

"Ha~no, no!"

David knew what he might be thinking in his heart at this time, and waved his hand carelessly: "No need to thank me, I should thank you instead."

Leslie tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and smiled.

Livlin listened to the "riddle" between the two and couldn't help but complain: "Hey~ you don't have to do it in front of me, right?"

"Hahaha~"

David and Leslie both looked at each other with a smile and said in unison: "Do you want to try it too?"

"..roll!"

. . .

David led Elena and Toby Olga, who was "still unfinished", and left.

Leslie hugged his girlfriend Livlin, and the two stood on the roadside looking at the car disappearing into the distance and exhaled.

Livlin grabbed his hand, turned her head and glanced at Ada, the "girl with social anxiety issues" who locked herself in the car, as well as Lilith and Laura sitting on the lawn, and whispered.

"You two were thanking each other just now...what were you talking about?"

"Nothing~"

Leslie smiled and felt relaxed all over: "This is the most rare...tacit understanding between us men!"

"Since you don't understand, then don't understand~"

"Ha ha!"

Livlin deliberately gave him a roll of her eyes and couldn't help but smile: "Tacit understanding... Huh?"

"What did you mean by trying what you just said?"

"Oh?"

"You really want to try?"

"Um...you answer first, and I will decide later."

Leslie's eyes quickly glanced around, and he found a sparse forest in the distance, and he smiled evilly.

"go!"

"I'll take you there to find the answer~"