Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

Early morning~

Manhattan, New York Police Department No. 20 Second Precinct.

Director Matthews Denipero asked with a frown as he looked down at the latest case report compiled by his staff.

"There were a total of eleven street shootings last night, and you didn't even catch a single suspect?"

"..." The five sub-directors standing opposite Director Matthews, some had wandering eyes and turned their heads to look to the side, some lowered their heads and frowned in silence, some were yawning with tired faces, but no one answered the director's question. "question"~

Matthews's heart was burning with anger, but his face remained calm.

"What about the two injured police officers? What are their injuries?"

"They are all skin injuries. The doctor said there is no need to stay in the hospital for observation. Just go home and rest for a few days and it will be fine."

"Hmm~"

Matthews put down the case report and paced back and forth in the office as he spoke.

"The Philadelphia Police Department established a 1964-person professional crime-fighting unit in 100, the Special Weapons and Tactics Unit, Special Weapons And Tactics, or SWAT."

“In 1967, the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), faced with the dilemma of the proliferation of firearms in society and the frequent emergence of cold-blooded killers, established the first SWAT team in the West with the assistance of the Marine Corps and named it Special Weapons Attack Team. Team)."

"There are 60 SWAT people in Los Angeles, divided into 15 tactical groups, each group has 4 people."

"Later, when the Los Angeles SWAT team of 4 participated in the training of the Marine Corps, they optimized and adapted it according to the street fighting conditions within the city, and evolved into the classic 5-man special combat team, which is still used today~"

"In the following years, major cities, states and counties in the country also established their own special police teams."

"Although their functions are to carry out urban counter-terrorism, crisis management, anti-hijacking, anti-riot, anti-drug, arrest and other tasks."

"But their names are no longer limited to SWAT."

“For example: Michigan’s Emergency Support Team (EST), Portland Police Bureau’s Special Emergency Response Team (SERT), etc.”

Matthews walked to the door of his office, closed the door, motioned for the directors to sit down, and continued.

"We in New York also formed our own special police force, the Emergency Response Unit (ETU), in the past few years."

"Most of the team members are temporary police officers drawn from each of your police stations. They are semi-professional special police officers."

"However, due to the adverse impact that Hamlin drug dealer Frank Lucas had on the police department in the past few years, and the New York City government almost declaring bankruptcy in 75, our police department cannot continue to afford the daily expenses of ETU. "

"That's why the previous commissioner, Mr. Hardman, did not put the reorganization of the ETU on the agenda."

Matthews walked to his desk, picked up the case report, and raised his eyebrows.

"But now the deteriorating public security situation in New York has made it difficult for our police officers to cope."

"They don't even have the courage to face gunmen~"

"Everyone!"

"You said, what should I do?"

"..." No one in the office answered him.

Matthews didn't even think about asking them to give an answer, so he continued talking on his own.

"etu, must be rebuilt!"

"The commissioner and I have submitted a plan to rebuild the etu to the city council."

"Didn't we confiscate some property involved in the case some time ago?"

“Those were our start-up funds.”

"I think each of you should have a solution for the subsequent ETU expenses...right?!"

Matthews stared at the several directors with burning eyes. The meaning that was supposed to be expressed in a subtle way was now almost "showdown".

The good old days of wearing police uniforms, driving police cars, armed with police guns, and making money every day by wandering around are gone~

However, several people also understand that although the law and order in New York becomes more chaotic, the more police are needed. .

But people also have limits to their tolerance for police incompetence. .

Just now. .That hateful media has not yet exploded the long-standing anger and dissatisfaction in the hearts of the people.

If public anger really condenses into a "torrent", everyone here will not be spared~

As for the funding issues mentioned by Director Matthews, the branch directors also understood it very clearly.

All bookstores, record stores, pawn shops, bars, nightclubs, movie theaters and other entertainment venues operating in Manhattan will pay a "management fee" to the police to a greater or lesser extent.

Matthews was also one of the beneficiaries of this "management fee" before he was promoted to director.

Now he wants to rebuild ETU and crack down on street crime. The merchants who will ultimately benefit will definitely be dissatisfied, but they will have to grit their teeth and "pay" for their own safety~

After a few minutes.

Matthews glanced down at his watch and said to several silent branch chiefs.

"I have one last thing to tell you."

"It can only stay in this room, understand?"

"..."

Matthews walked up to several people with his hands in his pockets, bent down and whispered: "I don't want bullshit procedural justice..."

"What I want is stability and order!"

"No matter who was involved in the fight on the street last night, they must be punished as they deserve!"

"Because the city of New York belongs to the NYPD!"

"..." Several branch directors looked at Director Matthews, who was very "unfamiliar" at the moment, "neatly" and nodded one after another to express their understanding.

Matthews raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, straightened up and said with a smile: "During the preparations for rebuilding ETU, if you need armed support, you can contact Lawrence or Cohen, the head of the DA security company."

"I have an unofficial verbal partnership with them."

"Every time they assist us in arresting criminals or fighting crimes, they will wear uniforms and hoods with ETU printed on them."

"So from today, from now on~"

"The ETU special police belonging to the NYPD will reappear in front of the public!"

"Now, do you have any questions?"

"..."

"No?"

"Then let's break up the meeting~"

. . .

In the office, several branch directors, who had their own concerns, all left.

Matthews, who was also a little uneasy, walked to his desk and picked up the phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally made the call.

----

Texas.

Northwest of Houston, eastern suburbs of the small city of Hempstead.

In the morning light, Old David, who had had breakfast, walked into Ma Peng with a few thin blankets and some leftover fruits and vegetables from last night, and added some "nutritious meals" to the horses sent by Old Cui En~

In the second floor bedroom.

David, who had woken up, rested his head on his arm and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

ten minutes later.

Elena, wearing a plain floral apron, gently opened the bedroom door and saw that David was awake. She walked to his bed with a smile and squatted down, looking at him silently.

1 minutes～

5 minute. .

The two of them just stayed quiet, thinking about their own concerns.

"Ring, ring, ring~" Just as the two of them were slowly entering a strange state, the bedside alarm rang.

David turned his head and looked at Elena who turned off the alarm, frowned and asked: "Is there a tape recorder at home that can record?"

"It seems to have.."

"Does it work?"

"I don't know~ Do you want to use it?"

"Ok!"

"Then I'll go find it and try."

Elena kissed David vigorously and walked out of the bedroom briskly.

David watched her leaving back, sat up from the bed, and sighed.

. . .

breakfast time.

David drank up the freshly squeezed juice specially made by his sister Salonia, and was just about to "wipe away" the last bit of vegetable salad on the plate when he saw his father David Sr. walking in from the corner of his eye.

"Well~morning, daddy!"

"Um.."

David Sr. walked to sit down next to his son, glanced at his wife Sera, Elena and Salonia who were chatting in the kitchen, and whispered.

"The horses that Old Cui En sent me were worth more than 8000 meters last night!"

"do you know?"

"Um... I don't know." David explained to his father as he chewed the last few vegetable leaves in his mouth.

"It doesn't matter how much they are worth..."

"I also asked Lawrence, and he said that according to Old Cui En's character, he really doesn't like to owe favors."

"So it doesn't matter what he gives us, it's just a favor~"

"..." David Sr. watched his son put away the cutlery and plates and take them into the kitchen. After casually chatting with his wife Sierra and the others, he returned to his seat and sat down.

Old David put his hands on the dining table and asked, "Your mother said you want to buy a small farm in Texas?"

"Yes~ Mom has told you?"

"What's your opinion?"

Old David shook his head slightly and said: "These are things you have to consider, I don't care."

David seemed to hear a hint of worry and doubt in his father's tone, and explained with a smile.

"When Lilith and I went to Boston to meet old Morgan and Neria, I said it~"

“Food, clothing, housing and transportation will be the hottest investment industries in the next few years.”

“Investing in the garment and ready-to-wear industries is mainly due to the new consumption outlook that our generation has been cultivated, which will once again set off a wave of fashion pursuits.”

"The same goes for investing in real estate, automobile manufacturing and transportation industries~"

"They are all based on the huge dividends that rapid population growth has brought to the economy and commodity markets."

"For investment in food and grain, I don't have the financial resources to test the waters yet."

David glanced at the three of Sierra's mother in the kitchen, leaned forward, and whispered to his father.

"You have experienced the domestic baby boom after World War II and have a more personal experience than me of the many social impacts of the population explosion~"

"The contradictory relationship between population and food, although in our country, the production is increasing year by year, it does not highlight its contradictory nature."

"But in countries where populations are exploding, food has a completely different meaning."

"For example, in the past few years, the food crisis that broke out in Xiong Daguo due to natural disasters made Cargill, a large grain merchant headquartered in Minnesota, make a huge profit."

David said as he watched the doubts in his father's eyes slowly disappear, with a slight smile on his lips.

"This summer~"

"I plan to drive around several agricultural states in the central part of the country to see the operating conditions of the farms in each state, and then decide whether to buy a large farm as a long-term investment."

“So, you don’t have to worry that my decision to buy a farm in Texas was an impulsive decision.”

“The cotton, wheat, corn, fruits, vegetables and nuts produced here in Texas are all very investment agricultural products.”

"And when I talk about long-term investment, the time span is at least ten years, or even 20 or 50 years!"

“I will only consider selling the farms or ranches I invest in when the world’s population is no longer so urgently in need of food.”

"..." Old David nodded silently and sat back in his chair, the worries in his heart slowly dissipating.

. . .

After half an hour.

David carried a tape recorder back to the bedroom on the second floor. Elena, who followed him, taught him the simple recording operation, then turned and left~

David put the recorder on the bed, pressed the record button and lay next to it, looking at the ceiling, and said.

"Hey, Karnes."

"Bill told me everything about you last night~"

"I only had one word to say about you at that time: idiot!"

"You know, I love studying history."

"But you must not know what is the most important thing about history to us!?"

"The answer to this question is actually very simple."

"You must understand that history really happened."

"Perhaps many people will tell others about a certain time in history as a story~"

"After people listen to it, they may find this story interesting and entertaining..."

"But I have to say, no matter whether these historical stories are artificially fabricated or arranged, they are not fun!"

"If you can try to use the method I often use, look at what is happening around you from the perspective of a bystander."

"You will find that... the shock and sigh of seeing real historical events~"

"Because when we look back at history, we will find that most of the historical celebrities who have left traces and are often mentioned by people today are all very smart."

"But we have to put ourselves into it and stand at the same starting point as them in the same era and in the same country."

“We can’t see the future forward, and we can’t understand our own decisions and choices backwards, so can we still be as wise and outstanding as them?”

"uncertain!"

“So, only by detaching ourselves from the environment around us can we see people and things from a God’s perspective, analyze and judge.”

"Hehe~"

"I know you will definitely say after hearing this ~ Not everyone can allow themselves to stand from the perspective of a bystander or God, look down on the world, and dress themselves..."

"Then we might as well try the lowest level of difficulty. First find yourself a comfortable position to keep your mind empty, then close your eyes and shout at the loudest voice..."

"I'm an idiot!"

"I'm a fool!"

"I'm hopeless..."

"The omniscient and omnipotent David Coleman~"

"Come and save me!"

"Hahaha~"

David laughed out loud at his own prank.

After laughing~

David turned over and looked at the tape recorder that was still running and said.

"Ok~ No more joking."

"Last words!"

"Kanes, you have to understand... Greed is more terrifying than fear!"

"I have always tried to keep myself as a bystander, looking down at the world around me~"

“This unique perspective always allows me to see different things.”

"I hope you can try it too!"

"Finally~ I wish you good luck, asshole..."

"If you need anything, come to me anytime, you're welcome~"

After speaking, David pressed the recording pause button, lay down on the bed, and couldn't help laughing.

Carnes. .

Don't mess around again!