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Although it is the early morning when the human body needs to sleep the most, the head of the Morgan family's generation, John Jr. Pierponte. Morgan didn't feel the slightest sleepiness. He was now in his office in the basement of the Morgan & Co. Building, studying a copy of the Diplomatic Memorandum of America, Europe, Rome while waiting for someone.

Of course, the original office of the big boss of the Morgan Company would not be in the basement, and he moved to this stuffy, damp, musty underground office this morning when the New York State government declared wartime air raid martial law in New York City.

Actually John Jr. Pierponte. Morgan could have left Wall Street, where Nazi missiles were likely targeted, and went to work at his estate on the shores of Lake Laquette in upstate New York. But the king of Wall Street was not willing to leave his kingdom easily - not only did he not go, but the German-speaking Germanic John Jr. Rockefeller, and the king of the Mellon family, Richard Jr. Mellon, along with the heads of the Stillman family (the founding family of Citibank), the Brady family, the Winthrops, and the Dodge family, as well as the agents of the DuPont, Ford, McCormick, Wood, Kikiani, and other Midwestern giants, are now hiding in Manhattan's most sturdy basements.

It's not that these guys with billions of dollars are not afraid of death, but they know that the Nazis on the other side of the ocean are not capable of destroying New York. And now is not the era of unusually developed communications, these billionaires can only stay in the financial center of New York to complete the adjustment of their respective consortium in the shortest possible time. Only in New York can they sell or buy assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars in the shortest possible time, and can move assets to the safest place through the safest channels.

In addition, it is only in the financial center of New York that they can quietly meet with representatives of various circles and make some shady arrangements.

To put it bluntly, these billionaires are the head snakes of New York, the golden city, and their power is all over the world.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the closed office door, and then little John. One of Morgan's secretaries knocked on the door, "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Mussolini and Henry have arrived." ”

Little John. Morgan quickly stood up and walked to the door of the office, and personally opened the door. Morgan's son, Henry. Morgan was standing outside the door with a young man who looked to be less than 30 years old, with thick facial features and a short build.

At first glance, this young man looked a little like Caesar, who had just left the United States, and was none other than the legitimate eldest son of His Excellency Caesar (Mussolini also had an illegitimate son), Vittorio. Mussolini.

"Vittorio, it's a pleasure to meet you." Little John. Morgan shook his right hand with Mussolini's son, and it was clear from the name he called Mussolini that it was not the first time he and Mussolini had met.

In fact, before the outbreak of the war, the Morgan family had a good relationship with Mussolini and had many investments in Italy. After the armistice in the Melo, Mussolini Jr. was sent by his father to New York as consul general. The main task, of course, is to establish relations with the leaders of the New York consortium.

Although Hitler and Hersmann did not like to see this group of American billionaires, in the eyes of Caesar of the Roman Empire, these people were all gods of wealth, and they hated to take them and their money to Rome on the luxury cruise ship King.

However, Mussolini's attitude towards American billionaires is understandable, and compared with Germany, France, and Britain, Italy, the core of the Roman Empire, was only a country in the "initial stage of capitalism", and was very lacking in capital. Even now that Italy has been upgraded to Rome, the situation has not improved, and there is a greater lack of capital - after all, the territory swallowed by Italy is not developed, and all needs to be invested in construction.

"Come in and sit, Henry, and you sit too." Little John. Morgan invited Mussolini Jr. into his office, then opened a wine cabinet by the wall, took out a bottle of '82 (1882) Lafite, and gave himself and Henry Lee. Morgan and Mussolini Jr. each poured a glass.

"Mr. Morgan, it's been an unusual night." Little Mussolini spoke English as fluently as his father, and with the same exaggerated smile on his face, he was like a small dictator of the Roman Empire.

"Extraordinary?" Little John. Morgan didn't move, "Are the Germans really going to bomb New York?" ”

"Yes," Mussolini's smile had disappeared and was replaced by a sad look, "I just found out ...... too."

"Woo ......"

The sound of the air raid sirens suddenly sounded -- loudspeakers that could sound the alarm were now installed in the high-rise buildings of New York, and the Morgan Building was no exception.

"It's coming!" Little Mussolini raised his wrist and looked at the time, "It's 2:20 a.m....... By 2:40 a.m. at the latest, we could hear the explosion. ”

Little John. Morgan smiled: "It's just a few dozen missiles." ”

"No," little Mussolini shook his head, "this time not dozens, but hundreds!" ”

"Hundreds?" Little John. Morgan frowned a little, but quickly spread it out again.

A few hundred missiles is a bit much, but it still can't help a big city like New York.

"But such an attack does not frighten the American people at all," said John Jr. "It only angers them and makes peace negotiations harder," Morgan said. ”

"But that's not what our German friends think," Mussolini Jr. said, "and they think that the missile attacks on New York, Boston, and Washington show that they are capable of dropping deadly atomic bombs on large American cities." ”

Little John. Morgan gently turned the wine glass in his hand, "So do the Germans really have the ability to drop atomic bombs into New York with missiles?" ”

"I want to ...... They haven't yet. Mussolini Jr. said, "But soon." ”

Little John. Morgan shrugged: "Since we haven't already, then why should we shell out 500 billion euromarks right away?" ”

"Mr. Morgan," said little Mussolini, looking at little John in amazement. Morgan, "If a German atomic bomb really was dropped on the mouth of the Hudson River, do you think 500 billion euromarks would still be able to buy peace?" ”

Morgan Jr. shook his head and said, "The United States is a democracy, and it's another election year. He paused and said word by word: "And I, as a businessman, have limited influence. I, Little John. Rockefeller, Richard Jr. Mellon, there are other billionaires who can't dominate America! The German Reich Marshal overestimated the abilities of our men in his writings.

In the United States, we can only conform to the will of the people, not forcibly change the will of the people. Especially in an election year! ”

Little Mussolini nodded with some disappointment, he was already in Little John. Rockefeller and Richard Jr. Mellon heard the same thing there.

Obviously, the big business groups in the United States are in no hurry to stop the war that is getting worse and worse at this time.

Maybe they really have a weak heart, maybe they have a bigger game......

At this moment, the roar of the anti-aircraft guns and a sound that seemed to be made by the locomotive reached John Jr. through the ventilation ducts and corridors in the basement. Inside Morgan's office.

And then there was the rumbling sound!

The German V1B cruise missiles have already fallen on the heads of the American people.

……

"Oh my God, they're bombing New York!"

"Yes, they're bombing New York!"

"Joseph, are they going to ruin New York?"

"No, Rose, what they want is money, lots and lots of money."

When an unknown number of V1B cruise missiles dragging orange tails and screaming strange noises appeared over New York City, Hitler and Rudolph. Hess's good friend Joseph. Kennedy is working with his wife, Rose. Kennedy stayed with him in his apartment on Long Island, New York.

When the air raid sirens sounded, the couple was hosting a reception to raise money for Truman. Joseph. Kennedy knew that German missiles were certainly not aimed at the wealthy areas of Long Island, but at Manhattan, which was densely populated and built. So instead of going to the bomb shelter with the other guests, he and his wife went up to the balcony on the second floor and watched the fire over New York.

"Then will we give them money?" Rose. Kennedy seemed very worried, not for the citizens of New York, of course, but for her two sons who were in the military.

"I don't know." Joseph. Kennedy shook his head, his expression pained.

Because he knew that now was the best time to pay for peace, and he also knew that President Roosevelt had made up his mind to make peace!

But as a Democrat and Democrat-backed vice presidential candidate who shared President Roosevelt's idea of peace, Joseph Brown. Kennedy, however, had to face out his opposition to humiliating peace in both public and private speeches.

No candidate would dare to support the peace terms of reparations of 500 billion Euromarks before the end of the general election.

Kennedy thought to himself that the whole of America could only count on the dying President Roosevelt to be a sinner.

"Sir," one of Kennedy's secretaries suddenly appeared behind him, holding a tray with a telephone set on it, "Mr. Truman's phone." ”

Kennedy immediately picked up the earpiece, and Harry came from inside. Truman's voice: "Joseph, how are you there?" Was New York really bombed? ”

"Yes, Harry, there are a lot of missiles going to Manhattan, definitely more than 200, and now Manhattan is miserable."

"You're going right now! Go as soon as the missile attack stops. I went to comfort the injured people and assured them that if I was elected, I would pay a terrible price for the Germans. I'll be coming to New York later......"