Manhattan Reborn 1978

new York.

night~

In Manhattan, near the intersection of Fourth Avenue and 39th Street, Kelly Way Steakhouse.

Brotney Mejia and Hellis Schulz, these good sisters who had not seen each other for a long time, were sitting on the side of the dining table near the window, talking and laughing in a low voice with their heads next to each other.

Harold Stone, head of the FBI's New York regional branch, carefully cut the steaks on the plate with a table knife in his hand, and then gave them to his wife, Harris. .

Marat Poyezhnev asked with a smile when he saw Mr. Stone, a "good man who dotes on his wife," behave like this.

"I heard from Mecia that you are planning to hold a wedding ceremony next month?"

"Yes." Mr. Stone looked at his wife Harris with a happy face and nodded.

"We don't want to be too high-profile, we just want to invite some friends..."

"Would I be lucky enough to attend?"

"Of course!" Mr. Stone glanced at the charming Mecia and smiled.

"She is Harris's best friend, and we all want her approval and blessing."

"Okay~" Marat narrowed his eyes with a smile, raised his glass and suggested to the three of them.

"Cheers to the true love of Harold and Harris!"

"Cheers~"

When the three of them heard what Marat said, they all smiled and raised their wine glasses to clink, and the atmosphere at the table became more relaxed and intimate.

. . .

after dinner.

Marat and Mexia stood side by side on the street, watching the car in which Mr. and Mrs. Stone were riding disappear at the far corner.

Mexia slowly put on the dark brown calfskin gloves, looked at the "dazzling" neon lights across the street, and whispered.

"Due to the mutual influence of various complex factors, the United States has never been the main battlefield for spy wars among various countries."

"Most people generally believe that the most proficient espionage department in the United States is the CIA, not the FBI."

"But~"

"People seem to have selectively forgotten that many CIA agents today were originally elite agents within the FBI during the Hoover era."

"They have all received various detective training specifically for foreign intelligence personnel, and are familiar with the most commonly used communication methods and methods of obtaining intelligence by spies from various countries in the world, as well as how to use real false identities to win people's trust and obtain intelligence. .”

Mexia didn't look at Marat's face and expression, and could roughly guess that he must be a little unnatural now.

"From my point of view, you are unqualified as a secret spy dispatched by the First Bureau of the Xiong Power Security Council Headquarters..."

"You cannot completely control your emotions, you cannot use lies as your weapon, and you cannot deal with it with a purely rational attitude."

"I was once an ordinary person." Marat suddenly took a step forward, interrupted her, and whispered.

"I was also an ordinary person who wanted to serve the country and become an unsung hero."

Mexia took out the car keys from her small bag and continued with a smile on her lips.

"Unsung heroes?"

"Hehe~"

"Have you read too many novels and movies?"

"Heroes and ordinary people are two different species that are almost completely incomparable."

"Who can be called a hero?"

"I know." Marat interrupted her again, took a few deep breaths, and said with a slightly self-deprecating smile.

"So, now I don't expect to be the hero I admired most when I was young..."

"I just want to be an ordinary person, a qualified husband and father..."

"That's all!"

"Oh?" Mexia fiddled with the car keys with her fingers and whispered as she walked towards the car.

"Then you may be disappointed."

"Because from the moment you made the decision to tell us your true identity, your future was no longer up to you."

"I know." Marat tightened his collar with his hands, raised his head slightly to face the cold wind of the night, and followed Mecia's footsteps with a smile.

"Now I just hope that my family can live a more secure and prosperous life, and I have nothing else to ask for."

"Hmm~ This is not difficult to do."

Mexia opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, tilted his head and looked at Marat who was sitting in the passenger seat, and smiled.

"I dare not say anything else."

“When it comes to making money, David is the most reliable boss I’ve ever seen!”

"reliable?"

"To make money, we still need..."

"Of course!" Mexia started the car, glanced at the rearview mirror on both sides, and said.

“When you meet more people, you’ll find out.”

"In every corner of the world, no one has ever been willing to set up a trust fund for their subordinates, just to allow them to work more peacefully and to enable their families to have food and clothing without worries."

"Maintaining a simple employment relationship not only guarantees benefits for both parties, but also allows for timely separation of relationships at certain important moments."

"Just like us~"

"We are all marginalized people walking in the margins..."

"We often go to various social occasions in fine clothes, and have high-level discussions with celebrities and nobles at banquets. Sometimes we even have to sacrifice our appearance to obtain the information we want."

The car driven by Mexia stopped slowly at the intersection, looking at the red light ahead, and whispered.

"If there were other choices, who do you think would take the initiative and be subject to retaliation at any time..."

"I understand." Marat felt that he understood Mexia's nod. He put one hand on the car door, held his forehead and said with a bitter smile.

"Only a young man like me who is blinded by passion can..."

"Haha~" Mecia tilted her head and glanced at him, then suddenly turned on the right turn signal and continued.

"Youth is not a good excuse."

"Everyone has their youth!"

"Why didn't they get carried away with their blood?"

"..." Marat was silent.

Mexia exerted force on her feet, increased the speed of the car, relaxed and changed the topic with a smile.

"I tried to seduce David today."

"He is also a young man, and he should also be passionate~"

"But he held back..."

"Tell me, why is that?"

Marat felt very amused and smiled, and replied: "Because he is just a romantic person, not a womanizer with no bottom line."

"Hahaha~ You would actually evaluate him like this?"

"Why? Isn't it right?"

Marat raised his left hand, clasped his fingers and smiled: "His love history and affairs have never been deliberately concealed from others."

"So even if someone wants to use his emotional problems to make a fuss, it will be difficult to achieve the ideal goal in the end~"

Mexia raised her eyebrows and shook her head, smiling: "Yes~ There are really fewer and fewer men who can pay attention to their lower body nowadays..."

"Hahaha~" This time it was Marat's turn to laugh.

He nodded sympathetically and continued: "The beauty wants to throw herself into her arms, but he is timid..."

"Uh-huh~" Mecia deliberately made a long sound, feeling that the "flattery" sent by Marat was spot on.

. . .

the other side.

Harold Stone and Harris Schultz in a car.

Mr. Stone asked, holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding Herries' little hand with the other.

"This Marat, how could he be with Mexia...?"

"Hehe~"

Herris Schulz already knew everything when she went to the bathroom with Mecia in the restaurant just now.

But she didn't want to tell all these things. . husband!

Because now she has a family, a child, and someone who needs to be protected and cared for~

Let your husband, Harold, deal with these "bad things" by himself.

Mr. Stone tilted his head and glanced at his "giggling" wife. He felt keenly that she seemed to be hiding something. He shook his head slightly and smiled.

"Two days ago, Ezra Cremo came to me mysteriously and said that he wanted to find someone to register a new company in China and asked if I had any experience in this area."

"Oh? How did you answer him?" This topic successfully attracted Helis's attention and asked.

"I have no experience in running a company..." Mr. Stone shrugged and smiled.

"The successful businessman I am most familiar with is David..."

"I suggested that he go to David for help. He would definitely not be wrong."

"Haha~" Helis couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and shook her head with a smile.

"If he is willing to go to David for help, will he come to you again?"

"Ha~ Of course I understand this!"

"That's why I deliberately asked him to find David for help!"

"deliberately?"

"What on earth is he going to do?" Harris asked more curiously.

"He~" Mr. Stone paused for a while, pretending to be deep, and explained.

"He arranged for a new beautiful agent to go to Houston to find David a few days ago..."

"The girl named Pamela Landy finally brought him an undeveloped patented product from Houston."

"He just thought, now that David has taken it out, he won't just sit idly by, right?"

"But..."

"Haha~ Did he miscalculate again?" Helis continued with a smile.

"Yes!" Mr. Stone smiled and nodded.

"After this period of contact, I think Ezra Claymore is very smart."

"But all his cleverness is not used in the right place!"

"Hmm..." Harris turned to look out the car window, as if this sentence touched something in her heart.

Mr. Stone patted her arm with his hand and said with a strong and confident smile in his voice.

"It's okay ~ I'm here!"

"Yeah..." Helis felt a warmth welling up in her heart, grabbed his warm hand with her backhand, and smiled.

----

Manhattan.

42nd Street, Wildfire Bar.

At a small table in the corner, David fiddled with the Coke bottle in his hand and asked his ex-girlfriend Ruby with a smile.

"Why do you want to get into the School of Social Service at Fordham University?"

"Do you want to work in the government department?"

"Um... I didn't think about it that way." Ruby put her elbows on the table and looked at her "pillow person" up close, and said with a chuckle.

"I just want to learn from you... and help more people."

"Learn from me?" David felt that the "little brother" was a little restless in his heart again. .

He said while trying to calm down the uneasy feeling in his heart, thinking quickly.

"Then if I want you to help me in the future...will you?"

"Help you? How can you help?"

"Do you need my help?" Ruby asked with a lonely, bitter smile on her expression.

"Of course!" David nodded firmly, raised the Coke bottle and drank the rest, burping and laughing.

"Do you remember what I once said...that ideal?"

"Ideal?" Ruby tilted her head and thought about it, then shook her head to indicate that she had forgotten.

David couldn't help but smile and tap her forehead with his hand a few times: "You little fool~ I remember...every word you said to me."

"Um..." Ruby touched her forehead with her hand. This familiar yet unfamiliar way of getting along between the two made her unable to react for a while.

David pulled back and looked down at it, sighing.

"I once said that I hope to provide some help to the many people who are suffering misfortune."

“Even if it’s just buying them a bottle of Coke, or sending them a greeting and blessing~”

"Because I once believed...as long as people treat each other sincerely, they will definitely make their lives better!"

"I used to think so, and I think so now!"

David turned his head and looked not far away. He smiled and raised the empty Coke bottle to Madonna, the "curious baby" who was peeking over, and Mirala who was hiding behind her.

Madonna reacted very quickly. She quickly got into the bar and opened a bottle of Coke. She also found the notepad and pen that the bartender Erica used every day. She gave them to Miranla and smiled mysteriously.

"Quickly, send it to them."

"Me? Still can't..." Milanla looked embarrassed and lowered her head stubbornly.

"Oops!" Madonna patted her shoulder angrily, glanced around a few times, leaned over and whispered.

"It's now, don't you still understand?"

"The main reason why you can stay is that they don't take you seriously, let alone reject you..."

"If Polly or Susan thought you were a potential threat, they definitely wouldn't have kept you here until now!"

"..." Young Milanla Webster was speechless.

Madonna Sigourney, who considered herself a "passer", glanced in the direction of David and Ruby with a smile, and deliberately complained in a lower voice.

"Everyone in the bar knows what you think~"

"Even your family knows about it, right?"

"But they didn't try hard to stop you from approaching David!"

"And me?"

"Hehe~"

"I just want to learn from Susan and find myself a reliable and rich boyfriend..."

"But David..."

"Hey~"

Madonna felt helpless and said to Miranla: "I got into his arms, hung on his body, and let him do whatever he wanted."

"What else can I do?"

"Do you want me to find a way to get into his cup and give him a surprise?"

"Haha~" Mirala said with a smile while holding a Coke bottle to Madonna.

"It seems you have really thought about doing this...right?"

"Hmm~" Madonna did not deny it, nodded generously and spread her hands.

"It's impossible for rich families like Giles, Bloomer, and Leslie to fall in love with girls from ordinary backgrounds like us~"

“Even if they fall in love with us, they just want to find a pretty girl to play with.

He may invite you to attend several high-class drinking parties, buy you some expensive jewelry or clothes, and let you wear them to satisfy your psychological needs. . "

Madonna looked at Miranla with a hint of jealousy and envy in her eyes and sighed.

"The way David looks at you is completely different from the way he looks at me."

"His nickname is Lucky Boy, your nickname should be Lucky Girl~"

"..." Mirala was speechless.

She secretly looked at Polly, Susan, Cui Yingying, Elena, Zina and others, and found that they were not paying attention to them. She breathed a sigh of relief and said to Madonna.

"I'm not as complicated as you think."

"I just trust my instincts."

"Because he always has light in my eyes!"

"Light?" Madonna asked with a pout on her face as she said, "Are you using this bad excuse to lie to people again?"

"How come we didn't find anything...light on him?"

Miranla chuckled and shook her head without answering.

She turned around and walked slowly towards David and Ruby, carefully admiring the "bright light" emanating from David in her eyes, and the complex emotions of warmth, enthusiasm, excitement, and calm emerged again in her heart.